It was a pitiful day in Norforva, it was dark, gloomy and a heavy storm of rain came down on Seto as he made his way to the Cult's base of operations, an old ruins of some sort of ancient structure, Seto could never figure out what it was but he understood why they were there, the darkness was strong there, enough for it to have a pull on you like an invisible hand grabbing who of you and bringing you down, breaking you. As he walked himself closer to their home of sorts, the ruins came into view thankfully after such a dreadful and boring journey. Seto took one last deep breath in, he closed his eyes, within the sanctum of his mind and soul, he let himself go, he let his defenses down, letting the vile beast within take over his mind and soul, becoming someone else entirely that could only be described as a monster. The figure began to materialize as he approached, If there anyone there at the top of the ruins, they would have begun to scramble to their positions as he made its way to the ruins, garbed in a shrouded ebony armor. In the dark twilight of the evening, lit only by the crimson glowing eyes of his, His large broad shoulders and his evenly hanged ebony cape swayed through the mist-touched ground. The strange dimming of his crimson glow that seemed to surround the monster's eyes, though, It would have left a figment of the imagination in the eyes of any were there to witness it. He walked under the gate then into the courtyard before kicking down the ruin's twin wooden doors, crashing them into the ground, forcing his entry in. He walked through the doorway revealing a few abandoned corridors. With the eyes of a demon with a terrifying tone to match, Seto roared into the darkness that filled the corridors.

"WHERE ARE YOU WITCH? ANSWER ME DAMMT!"



There were only three corridors, he didn't care where they would lead, he would find her either way. Deciding to go down the right corridor, Seto Walked down the dark, silent corridor eventually came to an end showing a large dark and eri room, shelves shuffled with rolled and tattered scrolls, hanged candles with their light shimmering across the scrawlings, on the tables were open books with notes sticking out or on the table next to them, probably copied from it what information from whoever was reading them. This library of sorts resembled nothing he had seen on here, in that is was filled with books on many subjects and pursuits of various dark magic types. It was unique in that there was only a few responsible for the assembled works. Not seeing the witch, he called out towards her, perhaps she would hear his summons

"Where are you witch? I require your assistance Merkaba in the dark arts of magic."

@Merkaba

 

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Elizabeth had quite the week. Her job had gone through some significant turns and her progress in the 33rd Dimension had gone a bit astray with the recent happenings. Still it was far from a terrible situation. Just a bit of a lack of anything major or world changing going on. Her base in Norfova.. the long since forgotten Norfolk Virginia. This place was now her homeland in this world and she was only getting all the closer to spreading the word to her followers in the prime that it was time to make themselves comfortable in this world. Since the great transference of her followers from there to here would begin in the future.

Such a beautiful dreary land. Her eyes scanned past the large glass window of her ritual hall she was using for the time. Lightning flashed every few seconds. Even though it was raining it would have no effect on the dead vegetation and dry landscape. Nothing could restore the life here. If there was something... she would certainly not allow it to be done.

Her figure of gothic beauty would be terribly difficult to see. Only being seen when the lightning flashed outside illuminating the hall. The hall was large and rectangular. Void of most things except for a hexagram that she burned into the for her rituals. The witch herself used this hall for her work until a real hall could be built over it. She also offered her students and weaker members of her cult a place to practice here. Why? Well, she certainly did not want useless help. If anyone was going to follow her they were going to have to become worth her time if they were not already at the bare minimum. Merkaba never refused a opportunity to teach another the power of darkness.

The doors of the hall opened with a loud clang that echoed throughout the room. Drowning out the patpatpat of the rain outside. Merkaba heard a familiar voice. He had come a long way... he was evolving into exactly what she had hoped... that Seto.

"Where are you witch? I require your assistance Merkaba in the dark arts of magic."

The witch turned her head slowly. Red eyes shifting to her right. Her black wings shifting a little in the darkness. They were a gift of sorts.... a gift given to her through her reincarnation as a ruler of demonic power. Hastur.... she had much still to do if she wished to surpass him. Another bolt followed by a boom of thunder. It was probably time to respond to the dark knight behind her. Her little successful experiment...

"Seto. You have finally came to the conclusion that I have been waiting for. Very good. Do you understand just how difficult this will be made for you? I am not a gentle teacher.... malefimancy should not be learned by the weak of body or mind. Just because your soul is black does not mean you can have it be weak."

Merkaba turned around and took one step from the window towards him on the other side of the hall. Her hands rose up in a gentle gesture to her sides as bright purple orbs lit up in a line on each side down the hall. Her hands lowered again.

"If I break you here? Will you beg for mercy or will you beg for the pain to continue forever? I wonder...."

@Seto Kurama

 

Standing where he stood, he carefully listened to the witches words, they were wise and true but that didn't matter when she told him of the consequences of failure. Like he would fail at something this trivial, the very thought of failing under the darkness was unacceptable to him and anyone else who was one of the chosen.No he would make it his own, no matter the cost, If the world had to burn so be it. He was determined to destroy this world and reborn it a new as the flames of war and destruction engulfed the world. He, as well as Merkaba, would rebuild this world into their image, claiming it as his own and if this meant this one challenge to overcome to get to that dream so be it. The very prospect of this idea boiled his blood as the Vile demon became more excited by the moment. Seto grinned as he stared at his mistress before laughing hard in his deep horrifying, vile tone. To anyone else, this would be a horrifying sight to behold yet he knew the Witch would get off this, enjoying the sight of pure chaos.

"Of course Mistress, I Felt you're calling through the winds of darkness, it pulled me to this place as it should have....I am THE DESCENDER'S BLACK HAND OF JUDGEMENT, I HAVE NO FEAR AND MY WILL IS THAT OF A GOD, NO ONE LIVING OR DEAD WILL BREAK ME, NOT YOU, NOT THE GODS AND CERTAINLY NO HERO OF THE LIGHT, ONLY I CAN BRAKE MYSELF. I WILL NOT BE DENIED MY BIRTHRIGHT WITCH! I AM THE DARKNESS MADE MANIFEST! I WILL MAKE THE DARKNESS MY OWN AND YOU WILL HELP ME....I WILL USE POWER OF PAIN AND MISERY AS MY OWN, I WILL NEVER BEG FOR THE PAIN TO STOP FOR IT WILL EMPROVER MORE THEN ANY MERE MORTAL COULD POSSIBLY HOPE TO UNDERSTAND!."

The demon inside was clawing at its cage, it was dying to leave its cage and be set loose, It wanted this power more than anything for this was the beginning of the path of power, any humanity he would have had before would be lost by the time the witch would be done with him, there would be little chance for his other side to take over unless that one person would learn the truth then perhaps she could slay the beast or would hope anyway. Seto watched as the purple light up one by one down the hall. the demons couldn't wait to begin, it became apparent when Seto's voice almost came monstrous like.

"SHOW ME YOUR FULL WRAITH WITCH! SHOW ME WHAT THE GREAT WITCH OF NORFORVA CAN DO!"

 

(OOC: Let's have some pvp fun! Practice for my dungeons Vais! lol yes I want to torture you!)


Merkaba listened but as he went on with a almost funny amount of enthusiasm, she would run her hand through her silver locks in a hair flip. How ridiculous. He must still think of this as a game... he could not really be this inspired? Merkaba would smirk and play along. If he was going to fulfill her needs as a good sword. He would need to be devoted in and out of this dimension. One can spew all the melodramatic edgy evil talk they wanted. If he was not truly a devote believer she would need someone else in the future. Seto also desired to surpass her as well? What a folly that would be. Merkaba would never allow anyone to surpass her, she herself was the one who would stand either besides her dark gods or in their throne herself. Why not, she devoted her life and soul to this since before she could remember. Elizabeth would know all, and if she did not, then she would learn all. That simply would be how it went, or she would die trying. Die as many times as it took. Until she was virtually unkillable. Seto would then brace himself, it seemed he expected her to fight him for him to earn the right of this magic. This was going to be something indeed was it not?

"....You say many things, perhaps you do not understand. Your only place is indeed in the darkness, but that will be the darkness I engulf you in. You will be my sword not your own. You want power? Take it from me."

The corner of Merkaba's mouth curled ever so slightly into cold smile as she radiated a purple aura. She had never had the opportunity to try her abilities on anyone from the prime dimension with any actual power.... this would be a entertaining little spat. Her hand shot into the air. her wings extended to her sides creating a eerie shadow across the floor engulfing Seto. Her hand shot out to her side as her lips moved in a chant of the darkest magics.

"Edidere saltantium umbra umbra umbra ,. Noctu volare. Unbrightly semper ardebit quasi chorum saltare Umbrarum Vel! Utere me ut tuo virga..."

Her scythe generated into her hand and she thrust it forward in a gesture at Seto. Just as she did a total of 9 large shadowy orbs began to cycle around her. They were about half her size and swirled with a medium speed. Grasping her scythe now in both hands she would lower her torso some and rush him with her wings expanded behind her.

"Come. Taste the power you want so deeply! Learn well Seto Kurama!"

Let this dance of the dark be a glorious one tonight....

Seto

100% HP

MAX HP

100% EN

MAX EN

Conditions Normal

Merkaba

100% HP

MAX HP

100% EN

MAX EN

Conditions Dread Spheres (9 orbiting orbs that burst once touched or struck.)

 

OOC: My internet stabilized for the moment but I don't know how long it will be before permanently fine for the most part.

Seto laughed...hard like some crazy bat right out of hell at the very prospect that he served this malicious witch by force...She was wrong, deadly wrong indeed, only he decided what he wanted to do with his dark soul. She may have given birth to the demon that resided inside of him now but if she thought she control just like that, she had a rude awakening for her.

"Your Sword? I am an angel of death that leaves destruction the famine in my wake, I serve no one dead or alive but the darkness itself, you are a means to an end just as you use me to fulfill your goals. I chose to willingly serve you witch for we have similar goals, to destroy this world and reborn a new from the ashes itself. "

From left to right, his eyes watched as the witch began preparation for a spell as she began chanting unknown words to him out loud before generating her Scythe from nothingness. Thrusting it forwards towards him, Seto had only a quick second to respond or else he would have lost his head. Quick drawing his Odachi out of it's Saya on his back behind his black cape, Seto rose his blade horizontally in a defense position. As the Scythe slammed into his blade, Using both his hands on the hilt, he was forced to use all his might he could muster to keep the two blades at bay. She was stronger than he was expecting but he was sure as hell he wasn't going to allow some crazy bat to kill him and use his corpse as some plaything, that was inexcusable. The concept alone pissed Seto off but the thought of losing alone to such a person would not happen. Determined to defeat her no matter the odds, he roared at the witch with a rare height of determination as he pushed himself further than before, he morphed this determination into strength as slowly he pushed the scythe back before outright throwing her back. Watching her closely, a total number of nine large orbs appeared from nowhere hovering around the witch before she dared to charge him again.

Now she was making it far more interesting this time, making it more challenging for him which only made his blood boil even further than before. Seto enjoyed the thrill of battle then one probably should but right now, Seto was dead, right now the demon was in control and he was going to eliminate that witch, of course, he was going to decorate the room with her entrails first or at least a good battle. The next fifteen minutes flashed by in moments that seemed like an eternal battle by two highly skilled combatants. To mortals untrained, there were few words that could be used, it could only be described as chaotic as these two mighty being clashed repeatedly, generating

quick flashes of dark energy that only emerged for a few moments showing their movements and their clashing of their melee weapons, it was truly something that could be described as spectacular. Blade after blade, spell after spell, it was parried with blade or dodged, anyone caught in this crossfire would perish almost instantly. Wiping his mouth of the drool of blood that came from it, he donned a mischevious serious grin on his face.

"Not bad, NOT BAD AT ALL!

Leaping off his feet, without fear and using his willpower to inspire him to greater feats, he charged the witch on the other side of the room with his Oachi right behind him. Roaring at the witch like some blood frenzied beast. Without any proper thought, Seto collected his mana from his blood that ran throughout his body and channeled into his very hands and by extension his blade. Using his hatred as a weapon and giving in to his dark thoughts, the faint mana aura that took form around his blade slowly turned ebony black. Only a mere feet away. Twisting his hands vertically, he brought his blade from underneath performing upper slash at the witch, only this time it was different. This time the ebony aura around the blade ripped a portion of itself and threw itself at the Witch, creating a mid sized magical attack that took the form of a primitive animal clawing slashing into fabric or paper. The slash vertically moved forward like an energy of destruction, moving at a speed a human could never match, the slash ripped through the air as it was nothing

Thrown die:

4

4 (Even, double damage so 8)+, 4(Two Handed)+, 4(Guard)+, 1(Medium Armor)

Seto

100% HP

MAX HP

100% EN

MAX EN

Conditions Normal

Merkaba

83% HP

MAX HP

100% EN

MAX EN

Conditions Dread Spheres (9 orbiting orbs that burst once touched or struck.)

OOC: So to keep it simple roll a D10 and remove it from their health. at each level of your mastery add +1 to the roll. For each Applicable mastery. Double damage if you roll even. Holding the skill and charging to the level it's at is a multiplier for the dice; don't include the bonus until after.

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(OOC: Lots going on and I don't want to keep you waiting too much for your 4th. So going to time skip. We can do something like this later if you'd like but remember I'M THE DM VAIS lol. Don't go off making the rules!)

The battle was long. Much longer than the witch had expected it to be. The man she had brought into her group through what was just a experiment... Seto. He was proving to be a worthwhile investment. He thought he was so strong, so awakened, to not be her follower? The poor dark warrior had so much to see yet before he could make that claim. His sword, or katana, or whatever Japanese rubbish it was. Was rather effective. His lack of magic made it impossible for him to ever match her fully developed arts. This would have to change to further his development. He had somehow thought that she could teach him dark magics. While this was true, it was also not true. In this world it was still far too much under the control of the false creator gods of the 'game'. Merkaba had led the Seto on just to test his strength, However now she had to offer up results.

Luckily she had a tome that would teach him malefimancy if he read it fully. It was a find during one of her solo dungeon runs. Obviously it was useless to her but she felt that someday someone would do exactly what Seto had done and seek her out as a instructor.

"Seto. You have done enough. Here take this tomb Shepherd. Read it as if it was the blueprint of your very soul. Learn everything that is within it's many pages. Once you have you will acquire malefimancy for yourself. That is when I can help you understand how it works in real practice."

She would hold it out and wait for him to take it. Before turning away and waving him to begone.

"Let us do this dance again.... once you have actual power."

@Seto Kurama

 

OOC: YOU SHOULD HAVE POSTED THE RULES YOU DARN DUNGEON MASTER! :P

she was as strong as he had anticipated, it only further increased his blood lust to kill her in the long run but he knew, for now, he had his own uses for her so disposing her at such an early stage would be wasteful, besides she had had the power and knowledge he sought so he would gain that power first before killing her, perhaps in the far future he could potentially spare her if things turn out differently which was a possibility. He knew from the start of this spar, he knew from the geck go he wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat but at least he did manage to wound that devilish witch which only showed how much he had gathered in strength in such little time while in this world. Just as he would use her for his own agenda, he also knew her own intentions far more than he led on, the appearance of acting as a war monger was an excellent disguise for him as it satisfied the demon from within himself that the witch made, if he had to feed the demon to have his plans move forward so be it, he wouldn't mind one bit.

He would be surprised however after their little-sparring session that she would hold up her word when she spawned a vile tomb from the void itself into her hands for him to take. Surely this was a trap, wasn't it? Even if she didn't know it, surely she wouldn't just give it to him? Her words after it spawned cleared the shroud of mist away but he still grew suspicious of her actions, she was not a generous or friendly person would befriend casually. Walking up to her carefully, ready to attack at any moment he took the vile tomb from her fragile hands before staring at her.

"I am no Shepherd for no Shepherd will be able to harness the power I will acquire and using that power, I will take Malefimancy to a higher plane of power, to the planes of Oblivion itself! I will become a demon incarnated and summon forth my own demons to aid in the destruction of this worthless world....You may have won this round witch but the next time may result differently. Just remember witch, I serve you by choice of convenience, not because you created the demon from within. I am not like the rest of the fools in this guild that seeks to murder or gather wealth for pleasure, my purpose is much higher than that.....I will return Merkaba when I have unlocked the secrets of this power......It won't be long."


After gazing at the witch through his own determined hatred, he walked away from the witch before turning his back on her and walking back down the corridor he came from. He would leave this place and return to his grotto to study and meditate he would learn from this vile tomb, he swore on his black soul he could learn this magic and bend it to his will no matter the odds.