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*Laughing maniacally in it's dull and evil tones, the boney masked face of Azraels Visored form stared longingly towards the Wendigo. A long purple tongue slavered over it's teeth as it lusted for battle. Reaching to his hip he drew his black zanpaktou with his remaining arm and held it in front of him*

BANKAI!

*Zabimaru formed into its final, naginata state and Azrael began flash stepping towards the wendigo, mirroring its appearances exactly with a frightening speed. As they neared contact he began to spin the naginata around his body like a baton, the black razor sharp blade whizzing around his body to deflect incoming blows as well as deal out damage.

In his mind he counted the number of times the blade came into contact with his foe, Ice unlikely to know of each strikes weight doubling effects. With any hope the wendigos arms would become so heavy from its own attacks it would no longer even be able to lift them, and it's legs so heavy they could no longer move.*

*the faun gurgled happily, and grinned at Iden*

.: It's already lasted too long. I hexed you ages ago, my lad, and Im loathe to waste a good curse. May you suffer my line for all eternity.

Cardinal... SYN! :.

*it was a calculated move. Calculated from the first second he'd been torn away from his vassal, his reserves, his home. Calculated from the first moment he had realised THIS time was in earnest, THIS time his words were not going to abate a war and that HERE... he had no threat. He knew he was going to die. Well... die was a string word. He was already dead. And it still amused him. HE still quivered with laughter as power... HIS power, every single last OUNCE of it, every tiny iota draw from millenia of existance, since the time he and his forebears had watched Caine himself leave the living world, since BEFORE Christ... EVERY scrap of that power went into one. Final. Lie.
One final trick, one final night of deciet. And he laughed and laughed as the power ripped his body, armour and very being apart, causing a massive EXplosion that within seconds turned to an IMplosion, designed to shred and tear and decimate Iden's body, though it was unlikely to kill him. Ice's body was only that of a man afterall, albeit a rather tall one.

And as the dreadful creature vanished, chilling laughter remained, green fel energy playing around Iden;s body like fairy lights, after the noise and pressure and debris had cleared, leaving only ash to drift on the wind*


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Meanwhile, Wendigo was not enjoying itself much. With every strike, it felt itself slowing, felt weight dragging its outer limbs down, until it simply severed them, leaving itself looking more like a man, but twice as enraged.

And its master, its other self, was dying.

Wendigo could feel it. Could feel the drag of its life force about to be terminated, and it fought. Unlike EVERY other avatar, excapt bar one, on the planet, Wendigo fought PAST the physicality of its master and attacked with one last, frantic effort to DESTROY that which harmed it.
All venom, ichor and noise, it used EVERYTHING at its disposal, trying to scar, deform, deafen and knock out Azrael, a berserker in its lats minutes before it would HAVE to follow its master*

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*On Iden's arm... Ice's blood would burn like hell as it lifted in little peeled patches into the air, becoming as ash also, but leaving an AWFUL burn mark in the shape of a hand in its wake. A burn which woudl heal human slow, no matter what he did*

*As the creature weakened before him Azrael gave a viscious 'sparta kick', sending the creature reeling.*

You feel it don't you, time to die. I'll let you witness my ultimate attack, be humbled by it's beauty...

*Holding out Isoda before him he released the gunblade, yet it hovered still in place, pointing at the wendigo. With lack of a left arm his Zanpaktou drew themselves, hovvering either side of the Daemon blade. White energy crackled between the three as the two soul cutters were slowly absorbed into Isoda, a white flash leaving only an elegant, pure white Katana in it's place. The blade, the hilt, even the long ribbon which hung from the end of the handle where all a pure white in colour.

As Azraels hand gripped the blade energy swirled around him, his mask disintergrated, and his body returned to it's non ascended form. This ability filtered ALL of his available energy into the white blade and wings of the pure white energy formed behind him, their tips licking at the sky like flames. Holding the sword tightly in his grasp Azrael focused on his prey.*

White Imperial Sword!

*With a flap of the energy wings Azrael appeared before the creature, faster than any flash step. With a single lunge he thrust the blade into the creatures chest. The attack produced an explosive beam of white energy that would explode from the targets back, the exit wound the diameter of a dinner plate.*

From far off Leer had felt the shockwave through his entire being, through his very blood and deepest center of himself. It shook him to his core. Searing pain shot straight through him as the creator and shaper of his current self was cut out of existence. The urge to scream was undeniable; it was as if a fiber of his self had been slowly pulled away, like a thread of wool all the way up a sweater.

He was hunting, stealth in essence and his meal would evade him simply because he fell to his knees on one of Durem's dark alleyways. His claws dug into his palms till it seemed they would go through like nails; his whole body shook as with one long breath he loosed an earsplitting howl of a scream into the night.
In his mind he heard Bailey screaming as well...

The screaming continued even as he subconsciously fell into shadows and stepped back out of them at the surface of the chasm. Only when he saw the place he'd called home was he suddenly brought back to himself. He stopped abruptly; as if he didn't truly believe Ice WAS gone...he KNEW he couldn't trick himself into thinking that Ice was here...not after that awful feeling of loss and the scream that still resounded in his own ears and lasted in his mind...
But for some reason he stopped and simply stared off into space. It was not his usual soul-piercing gaze that he cast from his eyes but an empty thousand-yard stare into in the distance.

Slowly, slowly, he made his way down into the Chasm. Almost as if with reverence he made his way down to the upper chambers of the chasm. As his hooves clicked on the ice he knew something was terribly wrong here. He'd known it deep inside that something wasn't right...but he felt it in full force now.

Ice Anon...Syn Deceit...Twin Brother of Bailey and Sire to Leer Anon, Grandsire to the Clan DeSeer...was gone...Dead.

Leer collapsed into one of the fur-lined chairs in the main chamber and just sat there for a while, hands folded, head bowed and slowly shaking as if to be sure everyone knew that whatever had befell Ice was wrong. It had wronged the Anon bloodline...and it had wronged Leer. It threw him almost inside out to know Ice was dead, but to know he was now sireless drew hot, black hatred for whomever was responsible form the pit of his "soul".

He yelled, head thrown back in a very bestial manner, this tie in anger rather than sheer pain. He felt completely alone in this world again...it made him feel weak, defenseless and betrayed...He hated it all...Suddenly, he simply felt hatred for everything he knew and he cursed all of it under his breath. He wasn't sure why he felt this way but he did.
This was one emotion he still knew despite the others he'd thrown away.

After some time he stopped, almost as quickly as he'd started.

Arm resting at the elbow on one knee he clutched his face with one clawed hand while the other hung limp at his side. All that was clearly visible was the glimmer of one eye and a crack of a grin as he began to chuckle like a lunatic. The same expression held as he attempted to contain his sudden laughter and rose to his feet. Both arms now were at his side and the grin on his face split it almost in half. As he moved deeper into the chasm, towards the labyrinthine sub layers the two familiar scents he's picked up grew stronger. Leer had no intent of following them all the way through the chasm, he knew where they led...but now he also knew who had done it...As he leaned against the segment of the Chasm where the ice turned black he knew who'd been here and that finally broke the seal on his bottled, maniacal laughter. It would fade with him down to a concealable chuckle again as he began walking down the black corridors.

*With Ice, and now Bailey, gone... the Chasm was Leer's. That which remained, the eerie statues of Corbin and Faye, the bodies in the Cathedral.... they would start to rot, then fall apart, ash drifting away on the wind. The entire place would cease holding the shape the Twins had enjoyed in life, leaving the place to respond to Leer's whims instead, whom it recognised as its new master. Whether he chose the labyrinth surmounted by the chasm proper, or a castle, a manor, a fortress.... it would respond to him.
Everything would as always remain made from ice, and the few ghouls left after the awful attack would obey Leer now, but he was left a blank canvas. The Cathedral and ICe;s hall of masks were simply gone, erased with their deaths, like this world had lost all that mattered to it, and now turned to a new master for comfort and guidance. It was quite the place to sit and plot, and prehaps even seek revenge*

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*Meanwhile in the past...*

That... was impressive my pet.

*Bailey didnt voice the suprise he felt. Holy light, from a Cainite... BEYOND dangerous. Only one other was on record for having it, but it had never been directly witnessed. Dagoth had just elevated himself into the 'maybe too dangerous to live' category.


Time would pass fast in the Fang, though slowly without. Trial after trial woudl be presented to both Dagoth and the cowled man between their fights, and for every incredible feat Dagoth pulled up, the cowled man would either better him, or meet him equally, only ever 'excelling' on the occasions Dagoth went first for anything.
The two were never given chance to test their mettle against each other though. Not until the end of the tournament would the tension be broken.
The fans grew and grew as time went on, the lure of seeing these two MONSTERS tear each other apart bringing people in despite their fear of both, Dagoth more so for his poximity to them between matches.
Treated always as a dog or less by Bailey, everyone else viewed him more as a lion, and one barely contained at that.

For Dagoth, the hardest challenge was to be his starvation. After seeing his last display, Bailey cut him off, point blank. No vitae, and no drinking or eating of his foes as they fell. The masochistic twin was planning something, but it would not be revealed until Dagoth was literally frenzying at the end of his chain.

Two weeks passed, before Dagoth's next big fight. It was to be against a Star Gazer Garou. The mystic was painted with woad, already in his Crinos form as they were thrust into the ring together. This nights challenge? They were shackled together at the ankle, and had only quaterstaff's for weapons.
The wolf snarled at Dagoth as they were let loose on each other, not yet attacking*

I see your destiny foul one, and my own. You will rue this tournament, ere its end. Many will see to that.

After Ice's death, Leer had spent most of his time within the vast walls of the Chasm. It had been a quiet, silent existance with only his own thoughts for company and the ocassional servant running an errand for him. However, most of his personal time had been spent in the area Ice had chosen as his own private chamber. And, mostly, he'd been almost camatose in thought. From day to day he had done very little, resting, with his abck to the wall and his body draped with furs as if sleeping. He'd been tihnking.

He'd thought over many tihngs, a little of this,a little of that. Some scheming, some plotting...Revenge had occupied its rightful place as well. however, mostly, he'd been sorting himself out. Seperating sudden emotional overflow from logical thought and weeding out the things in his head he didn't need. He'd spent the longest while almost...recycling himself in some ways.

On this day, however, he sensed the change in the Chasm...felt it embrace him, and he it in return. His eyes slowly fluttered open. Ice, and Bailey were gone, the Chasm was his...with a sigh he rose, holding the furs about his body with one clawed hand while he swept his hair out of his eyes with the other. It was a new age for the Anon bloodline it seemed. Although, there wasn't much of one left.

Stretching, he saunterred into the main room, having chosen to leave the Chasm as it had been for the time being. his current tohughts revolved mostly around being near starving and wonderring what his purpose in life was now...He'd so much time to live and with his Sire gone so little reason to live it. Ice had basically given him his purpose but with him gone Leer would have to find his own...

He sat in one of the familliar chairs, crosse dhis legs at the ankles and made an order to on of the Ghouls for a large quantity of vitae; whatever the strongest they had left was. Once his thrist had been sated the faun sat up a bit straighter.

Time to start form square one. Who was he? That answer was easy: Leer Anon, the final Anon living. What was he? Aother easy one: Tzimisce, a creature that is artistic, twisted and anonymous. More than that though...he could be whomever and whatever he wanted to be really...but what did he want?...

Outside of Revenge he wasn't entirely sure.
Best to start there then, or so he supposed.

But who was t blame? Who to seek revenge ON. Directly, there was iden and Azrael DeSeer, afterall, they had killed his Sire, taken that which he had held dear in life...but, ona broader spectrum, there were those responsible for their actions, their superiors as well...And even broader still, the whole of existance could be blamed...Afterall, they were, all of them, criticizing, hypocritical beings when it came to Leer's kin...

This would all require careful deliberation...but then again, Leer had all the time in the world, and revenger, the b***h that it is, is a flavor best sampled slowly...That thought reminded him of the taste of Bailey's, and that of his Sire...and form there it was all just insane laughter...

Dagoth had been breathing heavily all this time, almost seething between clenched teeth. He couldn't take his eyes off the blood, his whole body was screaming to tear down and rip those two apart and feast. Yet he simply stood and seethed. When he was addressed it took Dagoth a few moments to pull himself away and bow to Bailey.

"I knew he was a lower stock. But that human is no normal human is he master?"

Dagoth could smell the blood the instant Bailey had cut into himself, the smell was almost over powering to him. He could taste the very essence of the elder from where he knelt, the cainites eyes felt dry as sand, his throat closing as it desired the meal dripping onto the floor. He could barely tear his eyes away from the pool, his resolve melting softly against the inner craving of the beast.

"I am master"

But Dagoth did not throw himself at the blood, he knelt as still as he always was. Dagoth showing to those around them that he was better than that being, he was stronger and he controled his beasts all for his masters will.