Unleashed

[GamingLord]

I've wasted enough time...

With a sudden swoosh of air, another tendril stabbed Sephiroth in the back, injecting a vile substance into his spine. It clouded his mind, made him feel.. wrong. Violated. A heavy dread overtaking him. It intensified, something about it feeling corruptive.

No more... you must fight back now, my son! Be strong, I won't be able to speak with you until we meet again... I love you, my precious one.

He felt it.. something utterly crushed and destroyed inside of him that had been secured by Fal'Jenul. Presumably the maggot, he felt all the outward changes and other ill effects suddenly wash off him as the small essence of Fal'Jenul drifted away. Now was the time to act if he wanted to escape.  

[GamingLord]

Loud metallic bangs echoed throughout the room.... small little seals were slamming open, allowing Jiluzix's tendrils to enter the room from all directions. Sephiroth found himself having to hack and slash at the tendrils to keep them away, as the Elites were gradually recovering. The blind guard pressed on with his attack actually leaping high into the air, following the angelic man. The spear he was using was strapped to his back, and he now had a wicked looking, jagged sword in each hand, attempting to hack off Sephiroth's various limbs and appendages. Apparently he was still wanted alive. This particular Elite's armor was black, with dark blue crooked lines and curls that faded into purple and then blood red at the ends, like outward blood veins. It growled in a genderless, but demonic voice as it attacked.

"This.. is for my Lord Jiluzix..."

He suddenly slashed in an "X" with both blades, and a explosive burst of flame flared out in front of Sephiroth.  

[GamingLord]

Rubble, debris, and steel went flying from the impact, until Sephiroth almost comically went "clang" against a thick metallic wall that even he couldn't penetrate. Dented a bit, yes, but wasn't able to break through. He would have to travese his way through the citadel he was in to get out. Fortunately he had a head start, having broken through a few floors and a number of rooms, out of a deep basement area.

Immediately behind him was that same Elite from before, whose armor was scorched from Sephiroth's previous atttack. It slashed downward towards the man, attempting to get him to block, while trying to piece him in the shoulder with a blade that glowed a sickly green. It wouldn't be long before every mage in the place would start hunting him. Some he could sense were already preparing various spells to subdue him as they rushed to the area.

Although if he took quick note of where he was now, it would come in handy... it seemed to be a prison of sorts for those that had heavily opposed Jiluzix recently, and were awaiting their fates. Seeing an angelic , they called out to him to free them. Most wanted to lend a hand, get revenge, though a few simply wanted escape.

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Elsewhere, Fal'Jenul started... she immediately realized that something was going on with her son, and that they needed to get to him as quickly as possibly, or he could be in even worse danger than simply being captured. Her tracking was weakened, but still managable at the least.  

[GamingLord]

The elite snarled under it's breath, missing slashing at Sephiroth by a split second as the angelic teleported away.

"You could not have gotten far with that trick, feathered one..."

It began to sniff the air, then sudden thrust it's sword towards Sephiroth, missing him by a few inches, almost stabbing him in the gut.

"My sense of scent is superior, even in finding your kind in this manner. You'll have to go through me if you desire any slightest chance of escape. My lord will not have it."

Another slash, this one slicing off one of his prominent hairs.

He turned slightly from Sephiroth, sniffing the air... he was still somewhat facing him, just not directly. It was probably unnerving how close to detecting him this Elite was.

A sudden increase of negative energies filled the air. Sephiroth had felt this before earlier while in this realm. This one felt much more potent however.

"I'll give you the honor of knowing the identity of one of lord Jiluzix's most valued warriors..."

He suddenly turned mostly towards Sephiroth's direction, and unleashed a powerful stream of the damned. Most likely missing, it would hit the low class mage behind Sephiroth that was shocked and wide-eyed before it would evaporate him into a fine bloody mist. Still, there was the chance it would at least nick the angelic, and if it did, it would do a great deal of damage. Sephiroth could feel the unholy corruptiveness coming off the stream as it rushed towards him, the skulls and faces screaming in an agonizing cacophony.

"I am Damnation. I serve my lord, giving my namesake to those unworthy!"  

[GamingLord]

The response was immediate. Several Streams of the Damned were cast, all at the illusion of Sephiroth. Damnation ignored the dent made in his armor by the illusion's sword as he used his own version of the powerful spell, only to realize that he was not actually there and have his spell burst through several mages messily, and through a number of walls and more "innoccent" victims. At the same time, those other, weaker versions of the spell hit him, since the illusion was in front of him, and sent him careening into the side of the temple... eventually pushing him through the tough metal exterior, and out the hole, causing him to fall with a heavy thud and crash. His armor was broken, helmet shattered off his face... reveal something that looked rather elegantly human, were it not for the lack of eyes entirely. In some ways, it almost resembled Sephiroth eerily.

"I... will not fail... my lord!"  

[GamingLord]

Damnation "stared" at Sephiroth with such hatred, seemingly growing weaker by the second, until he collapsed and exhaled what looked like his last breath....

Suddenly, the man's armor shattered off him, numerous black slimy tendrils bursting out of his body, red and yellow eyes emerging everywhere with a hundred sharp tooth mouths. Apparently this was the elite's death spell... a second form.

Growling, it spat forth a massive ball of acid, as whipping tendrils sped to slam into him.  

[GamingLord]

The icy spell did nothing to the demonic creature... In fact, it seemed to repel it, sending it back at Sephiroth. The Niearcim mage apparently was a magic repulser in this form, and yet...

...He could sense energies building up in the creature's body. Spell casting. Entirely unfair, it could possibly deflect any magic sent at it, and cast it's own with no ill result. With Sephiroth dodging his own ice spell, the creature had immediately sent out a blast of molten magma in several thin streams. Where ever they landed, small fiery demonic creatures were summoned out of them with bladed instruments.

"L-Lord.... Jiluzix!"  

[GamingLord]

Most of the smaller demonics were crushed easily, though Damnation deflected most of the rubble aimed at him, only taking a few good shots. Of course, this just pissed off the demon creature. Somehow, the mass of teeth and tendrils leaped into the air, flailing itself at Sephiroth as it inhaled, black tendrils of energy pulling the angelic closer to one of it's larger, acidic and magma dripping mouths.