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We ain't afraid of no...book? (Nevermore, Sellictor)

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Corvin Sullivan

Shadow Dancer

We ain't afraid of no...book? (Nevermore, Sellictor) Nov 4, 2018 19:44:52 GMT

Post by Corvin Sullivan on Nov 4, 2018 19:44:52 GMT

Inside the large building that served as both his home and shop, the old man hummed under his breath as he unpackaged and held up a old tome. Setting it to the side, he very carefully opened it up and turned a few pages. "Hmm..Seems to be still be in quite the good condition. Good,very good." Turning aside,he didn't notice the sickly green light that started wisping off of the suddenly rippling pages...

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A black,featureless rod smashed through the head of a monster made of what seemed to be book pages and green,smoke like energy gathered into a vaguely humanoid form. Blocking the follow up strike via a set of large, surprisingly sturdy set of claws, Skotos was sent staggering back, his staff ruined by the blow. Slamming against the wall, the young hero let out a slightly pained groan. Yelping as the paper monster wound up for another strike, he darted to the side.Paling slightly underneath his mask as the claws made a crater right where his own head had been, Skotos dropped his bent staff and let it fade away as he formed a shorter rod, swinging it at the thing's leg. "Yah!!" As the side of the limb caved in underneath the quick blow, he backed up a few steps and gave it a wary look.

'It's so easy to rip into them, even though I can't seem to bring them down...The magic driving them must be demonic. Dang it, so much for checking out New Jersey...But at least I was close enough to help!' Though his ability to sense magic wasn't exactly strong enough to have felt the first pulse as the chaos started, the panicked screaming that'd soon followed had certainly gotten his attention. Speaking of screaming...As a few page golems cornered a couple of civilians that hadn't managed to get away, Skotos muttered under his breath,and formed a few tendrils from the shadow of a nearby car.Lashing out with his hand, he caused the tendrils to whip out,carving into the backs of the golems in a attempt to distract them."Leave them alo-agh!"

Taking advantage of his distraction, the golem that he'd been dealing with grabbed him up and slammed him against the wall. Holding him in place, it reared it's free hand back in preparation to finish the boy off. Skotos hastily blocked the blow, giving a grunt as the vibration from the impact tremored through it's way to his shoulder. Raising his free arm, he clenched his fist and swung it down at the arm holding him and attempted to break through the paper construct. 'Really could use some help...Got to get this thing off me and hold them back!'

Last Edit: Nov 6, 2018 4:30:42 GMT by Corvin Sullivan

The only thing I desire? The one thing I crave? Sending your horny ass back to Hell where it belongs

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Nevermore

The Jersey Devil

We ain't afraid of no...book? (Nevermore, Sellictor) Nov 6, 2018 2:17:48 GMT Corvin Sullivan likes this

Post by Nevermore on Nov 6, 2018 2:17:48 GMT

With a swoop upwards and a sharp slam of his flaming bat, Nevermore rammed his weapon downwards into one of the long black tendrils of a demon made of a thousand writhing eels and snakes, like a sword piercing into a stone. A horrific, inhuman screech exploded through the trees of this Halloween Town-like hellscape, sending flocks of black feathered birds from their perches and fluttering off into the glowing pumpkin-orange horizon. The shadowy tentacle wriggled erratically with several more screams as it lit up with violet fire, spreading to the rest of his splattered spaghetti body until the entire array of wriggling appendages burned brilliantly, only to blow away into nothing but ashes.

“Very nice work, Nevermore. Wouldn't expect any less from my favorite project.”

Nevermore paused at the slithering, smugly confident voice sneering from behind him, cold slime dripping through his veins in familiarity of who owned it. He glanced behind him, narrowing his eyes in disgust. “Leedis,” he growled from behind the long beak of his mask, at which the tall, wicked figure merely chuckled in reply.

“Oh come now, dear boy, what sort of “how do you do?” is that?” Leedis stepped forward with his arms out jovially, each footfall flowering with black laced violet flame underneath. “Especially when greeting...such an old friend.”

The young hunter tossed the folds of his cloak behind him, setting them billowing in purple fire of his own, setting ablaze the baseball bat in his hands and ready to strike. “Ha! Sure, sulfur-breath, just a friendly chat. You and I both know you wouldn't show your horny ass in my territory unless you either came up with a new, foolproof scheme to win this,” he waved his free hand over his chest, allowing a summer green glow emanate from it momentarily, before swiping his hand up again to smother the light once again. “Or you need something from me. Either way, the answer is no.”

A dark, deep laugh echoed through the bared branches of hellish trees as Leedis bared his perfectly pointed fangs, stepping a little closer towards Nevermore, combing fine, ebony bangs back behind the large ram horns that adorned his head. “Perceptive as always. Though isn't there always...a third option?”

Jake rolled his eyes, ending it on another glare at his old enemy. “Uh huh. Sure. Right. Sorry, buddy, I like to think I know better.”

“Don't be coy now. Perhaps I need something from you, but perhaps that something benefits us both. Something that might prevent a force lower than I or any of my generals...from escaping into your sweet little mortal world.” The demon's head tilted to the side with a sneer and a shrug. “Wouldn't be very responsible to just remain ignorant, now would it? Not when you have the power to stop it. The number of mortals that could be caught in the crossfire...and you just standing by, because you “knew better.” So many lost. Countless destroyed. All because you couldn't put aside your precious hunter pride for just a moment and hear out old Leedis. But...you'd always have that balm on your soul there...you'd have that knowledge that...you at least knew better.”

Nevermore grit his teeth, the flaming bat lowering just a bit, flames subsiding into candlelight.

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A whoosh of violet crackled and burned suddenly through the talisman beast that held Skotos up threateningly against the wall, the image of a cloaked figure in a plague doctor's mask visible through the spreading embers of black and orange creeping through paper. “You okay?” he asked the young boy, twirling his bat and leaning it over his shoulder, a friendly, smiling tone in his voice from behind the unsettling mask. “That would've been one hell of a papercut, huh?”

No sooner had he spoken, the other golems loomed up close and surrounded them, pages fluttering in the chilly urban breeze as the terrified civilians turned tail and fled the scene. Nevermore smirked, holding up his bat like a sword, ready to fight once again. Finally, an easy fight for someone of his skill set. “Stand back, kiddo. Once this bat gets to 451 degrees, you're gonna see some serious stuff.”

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Sellictor Nervain

The Demonic Magician

We ain't afraid of no...book? (Nevermore, Sellictor) Nov 6, 2018 3:41:46 GMT Corvin Sullivan likes this

Post by Sellictor Nervain on Nov 6, 2018 3:41:46 GMT

How many false leads has this trail put him on? How many wild geese as he ran after? Most artifact hunts always have their dead ends, normally the demon-spawn is able to sniff out the correct path. But this one? This one simple book? To Sellictor, it felt as though every twist, every path was nothing but a false lead. As much as it pained him, this time, the son of Alastar had to resort to old-fashioned tactics. Jumping from bar to bar, even having to cross the ocean for another lead, he conversed with other relic hunters and even the occasional conspiracy theorist.

Months of connecting the dots followed by weeks of tireless travels and countless bottles of booze finally landed him in the garden state. This was the last lead. One that made him feel as though the nephalim was grasping at straws, nonetheless. An antique book store? It was childish. What kind of idiot would even think of storing such a horrible tome in such a publicly accessible location? Walking out of the local pub, Sellictor glanced down at his notebook, reading the address of the book shop before giving an annoyed sigh. "Drunk bastard couldn't even remember the damn name of the place?"

The instant those words escaped his mouth, he could sense it. The dark energy. The pulsating tension of reality itself as beings were instantly brought in from an alternate location. In a full blown sprint, Nervain ignored street lights and traffic. Nearly being flattened by a moving truck, the sound of screeching tires and a blaring horn did little to slow his speed. Instead, he returned a middle finger to the driver without bothering to turn his head. Upon reaching the epicenter of the disturbance, Sellictor's eyes glowed yellow. "Fierlos Treaybontus!" A large fireball was hurled at one of the golems, the heat burning so hot as to eliminate the beast instantly, leaving nothing more than a shadowed patch of ground. Clenching his fists tight, bright red and orange flames ignited on his arms. The fire burned so hot, the lightpost a few feet away from him started to glow a faint red as the steel began to bend.

"Who the f**k leaves a black magic tome in the hands of some dumbass shop owner?"

Turning his glare towards the two boys, his eyes focused on the bird masked vigilante as a low, demonic growl escaped his throat. "Of course you'd be involved... Ran out of crossroads to protect?"

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We ain't afraid of no...book? (Nevermore, Sellictor) Nov 11, 2018 20:08:04 GMT

Post by Corvin Sullivan on Nov 11, 2018 20:08:04 GMT

Skotos gave a soft wheeze as his papery foe started tightening it's grip...But before it could increase the pressure any further, violet flames suddenly flashed through the golem and turned it into nothing but ash and embers. Sliding down the wall and landing lightly on his feet,the young hero peered up through the embers at the man who'd rescued him. Relaxing at the friendly tone in the fellow Neo's voice, Skotos gave a small nod at the first question. As the older hero made the comment about how nasty a papercut that would've been, he nodded again up with another and a soft, slightly wry chuckle.He was glad that what seemed to be a new ally appeared on the scene.

In fact, he was just about to thank him for the save when the golems loomed up and surrounded them, starting to close the two boys in. Brows furrowed, Skotos adjusted his grip on the twisted,tattered bar of shadowstuff held in his right hand before winging it at one of the beasties. As it tore through it's arm, he gave a quick glance around before sighing in relief. The civilians were finally out of danger. Glancing back up at bird masked hero as he was asked to stand back, the boy's brows raised slightly at how hot his weapon could get. Giving the flaming bat a quick, curious glance, Skotos would then give it's weilder a thumbs up and take a few steps back.

Spared some time for a few seconds, he took the opportunity to kneel down and hold his hand above his shadow. As the mesh eyeholes of his skull like mask flare red, the shadow would...ripple, and a round, perfectly smooth and perfectly black rod would start riding from it. Gripping onto it,Skotos quickly rose back up, and pulled a staff out of his shadow. Jumping in surprise at the shouted magic words, and the huge fireball that devoured one of the golems, Skotos would glance over at the new arrival. His eyes widen at the fiery display the man put on, and he couldn't help but give a soft, somewhat intidimated gasp at seeing the light post start to glow cherry red and bend from the sheer heat rolling off of the man. He blinked at the man's frustrated question. A black magic tome was the cause of this? Well...considering the enemy, the young nightmancer supposed that wasn't such a surprise. Giving a slight gulp as the man glared at him, Skotos blinked as his gaze quickly went onto the young man beside him. His head tilting slightly, he glanced at the two adults and gave a curious hum. Did they know each other?

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