Burning Lust

[GamingLord]

Right. Okay, everyone ready? I'm going to be opening a lot of portals quickly to get you all into the right areas! Don't dally!

Blueish swirling vortex after vortex was opened, Sylin jumping through his, as others went to their pre-determined areas with travel thoughtfully provided by Galantros.

Sylin glanced at the area he was in, immediately taking cover. Decades of video games, though not giving him the most perfect insight to a soldier or sniper's ways, did give Galantros at least some basic idea of where to put Sylin. The gundemon found the area agreeable for now, lots of shrubs and large stones in his hiding spots to help cover him and his shots. He quickly found a good area, and went prone, bringing his rifle up to one of his other eyes that shifted in his unusual sockets so he could see with increased clarity.

… *THWIPF*

The shot was silenced enough that Dieamos at least hopefully wouldn't hear it, as the round gradually arced downward and shifted in the wind.... Fortunately, Sylin had been quick to adjust for those conditions as accurately and quickly as possible. The bullet payload penetrated in the softest area Sylin could find on the demon that would also be the most vulnerable.... the throat. The was a grim smirk behind his mask as he watched the round explode, a small in comparison spray of blood and gore coming from what would be a hole the size of a few pinpricks if the Abomination was human-sized. It was damaging enough for Dieamos to take notice however, and he covered his neck, glowering a bit.

"Nice shot, Sylin... As far as I know, that seems like the kind of shot you would make. Don't expect to stay where you are for long without me squashing you with my palm!"

Sylin risked another shot, though this time one of the shadow goblins took notice, and used it's black magic to make the bullet swerve, instead the round smacking Dieamos in the chin. The abomination reacted immediately as Sylin was already on the run after making that second shot, blasting off a huge sphere of hellfire that destroyed a good chunk of the cliff the gundemon had been on.

Sylin was thrilled. Combat like this made him joyous, like a bloodlust but controlled, his instincts and training taking over his body. He could feel it in the organisims that made up his weapons as well as they purred in his body.

”Easy, my pets. This is fun, but let's be prudent about our firing... so we may get off more shots at our target!”


With the distraction provided by Sylin, everyone else moved out. Jacob was already at the cemetery, summoning up bones and remains of bodies past. He was in luck, there were just a few simulated spirits there that were willing to work with him, and he made them the strongest bodies he was able. Grotesque, horribly malformed, but efficient and powerful was the goal. His entire body tingled with the power necrotic energies he was putting out, his mind focused fully on chants and foreign tongues that imbued his voice and actions with powerful magics. He smirked, one of the bodies had been a powerful warrior of some sort, with an old form of heavy machine gun. It might tear the shadow goblins to shred if they came near, but he wasn't expecting much damage against Dieamos. Thinking quickly, he gave the three golem-like entities names as spirits possessed them, giving them their own intelligence and other attributes.

Bob was the gunner, made of meaty fresher chunks, bits of heavy stone, and metal. He was definitely the most powerful of the three, towering at around seven foot in height and bulky as hell. He had a singular glowing green, featureless eye that looked for a target. He had a similar attribute to Sylin, in that he was holding his ammunition inside his body. The gun he used was large, heavy, more like a spinning, belt-fed mini gun for a flying vehicle. It wasn't of Gaia Earth, nor of Limbo, but a weapon tech of some other realm that most others hadn't seen. The spirit seemed familiar with it at least.

Kyle was thin, nearing on skeletal, but had been able to find a lightweight sword with good edging, and had grown a nasty bone blade for it's left arm. He was hunched over currently on a tombstone, ready to pounce and speed into action... Agility and rapidness were certainly this one's main attributes.

Sally was... different. Multiple heads, a few pairs of wings that enabled her to fly. She had tendrils of various bladed and hooked ends coming off her back, and was almost draconian in shape. Some sort of energy spilled in fiery clouds from her mouths, suggesting the ability to spit damaging projectiles.

Soon enough, the birds in the air started dive pecking here and there at the goblins. One of them hissed as it was stabbed in the throat, while the other focused for a moment, covering it's weaker areas with it's boney tail as it chanted. A weak area of effect blast of unknown dark magic went off in a nova around them, healing their wounds slightly, and twisting the forms of the birds. Daphne found that some of them had died, while others became corrupted by some sort of demonic infection that released their “souls” (since they were nothing but computer simulations, they weren't truly things that could be killed, or even really existed), and made them into demonic birds. Their razor sharp, bladed beaks and talons now attacked Eztli who at the time had been preparing a fire-soaked, edged boomerang to throw at the goblins. He immediately found his eyes pecked out as something about their little auras enabled them to slip through his shield, the reaper grunting in horrible pain as he blindly threw the boomerang, the thing only clipping the wing of the mage shadow goblin, causing the thing to fall towards the ground.

Seeing that they were becoming under increased attacked, Dieamos uttered a few demonic syllables, and shivered. His eye sockets then began to bleed giant drops of red blood, each drop becoming a very short and small mini flying version of himself, dark-red fully in color. When he was done, he had shrunk a little from his gigantic size, and there were at least five mini-D's swooping out to attack. Whenever he spoke, they spoke as well in a liquid, gurgly voice. He had used some manner of blood magic to increase his defensive and offensive abilities, and everyone could tell that this wasn't the big charge up spell he had been preparing. That apparently was still to come if the dark, ominous, vortex-swirling storm clouds above his head, the chilled air, and now occasional streak of lightning throughout those clouds were any indication.

Galantros and Adira, meanwhile, were rapidly going through portals he had been opening and closing swiftly, covering random, large areas of ground. It forced the giant demon to try to keep one of it's apparently many but invisible eyes on them, as two of the mini-D's dived toward them. Bringing up his energy-scythe to block an attack of a swiping tail, Galantros noticed with some surprise that the blood-demon thing was more solid than it appeared to be. The thing then spoke individually of the others, and directly to Galantros.

"Little Galantros, maybe surrendering would be a good idea. I could make more of these bloodlings if I so desired...."

Galantros laughed a bit, trying to push away the pointed tail of the several foot tall thing with his scythe blood, while a pair of his own tendrils blocked the demon's claw swipes with large fangs that slid out of his black-ooze membrane flesh.

”Sorry sir, not going to give up that easily! When it comes to games, I don't like giving up!”

As he struggled with the surprisingly strong bloodling, the second one tried to sneak up behind Galantros, to stab him several times rapidly in the back. Adira was able to see the bloodling attempting to do this.

Digging surprisingly fast, the hounds and rabbits were maybe a mile or so only away from dieamo's massive body. If they were lucky, they wouldn't be spotted, being so tiny compared to him, when they emerged from the earth to carry out their plan.

Sylin checked his ammo on the run, and glanced over at the weather oddity over Dieamos' head. He wondered what his old friend and mentor was up to as he heard the cliff some distance back get smashed to debris. Jumping down a hill, and seeing a hollowed out cave area that lead to the side of the cliff again with an opening to shoot from, he quickly made his way there, crouched at the waist high natural blockade of cave stone, and fired off several well-aimed shots. One pegged a bloodling in the heart area, though it only fell to the ground, writhing in temporary pain for a few minutes before it got up again. The other two nicked Dieamos in his giant ribs, the explosions starting to annoy the giant demon.  

[psychotic__Gal]

Adira smiled apologetically for forgetting to speak telepathically. She shifted back to her own, battle-ready succubus form and patted herself. She was always unsure if she shifted back to her original self when she did so. She pulled a hair rubber band off her wrist and tied up her hair. She listened to the rest of the plan and nodded when she realized that she was to go with Galantros. ”Good luck.” she whispered, barely audible, to Eztli as he was about to take off. She smiled reassuringly and then followed Galantros into his portal. She pulled out a dagger that she had strapped to her body just in case something were to come through. The portals were almost nauseating. When they finally were forced to stop, her head spun. She had never covered so much distance in one motion. She put her hands out to steady herself, hearing the battle noises around her. She knew they were in danger but she needed to first gather her vision.

When it finally returned, everything came into focus and Adira’s heart beat soared. This wasn’t just any danger. This was immediate danger. Galantros was struggling one of the mini-Dieamos’...and there was another one sneaking up on him. Adira’s nerves spiked up and the hand holding the knife shook. She knew she could take it unawares, however. She took a deep breath, letting it come slowly out of her body. She could do this. She started to move without thinking about it, her body rushing with a type of adrenalin found in succubi. She jumped on the creature’s back and carved her dagger across its neck. The body dropped and as Adira kneeled on the ground, she realized she held its head in her hand still. A scream forced itself from her plump lips and she dropped the head in horror, her body shuddering. She stood swiftly and moved away from the body. It had been a long time since she had actually killed something…At least she hoped the mini-D was dead.

Daphne gratefully patted the pocket where she kept Sephiroth’s “marbles” (I don’t really remember either. But we’re going with the idea that he gave them to her…). She made a mental note of how to use them before saluting a pale hand in Rosemary’s direction. She followed Jacob easily through the portal. The graveyard was much like, well, a graveyard. The only difference was that when Jacob’s magic hit the air, dead bodies started to come to life. Daph held her breath, watching the scene unfold. It was oddly…refreshing and comforting, like standing in the cold rain after a hot period (or what Daphne assumed that would feel like, rather.). She closed her eyes for a brief moment, relaxed before the pain hit her. She winced, her eyes closing more tightly. Connections were breaking off rapidly and forcefully. The birds. They weren’t dying, they were…her eyes opened and she looked up. The souls. They were attacking Eztli now. Crap. I need to help…stop them…Maybe Eztli has it under control but…Why didn’t I think to grab a bow and arrow set? Stupid. She thought longingly of the set she saw in the store room.

Daphne sighed and tried to ignore the sharp jabs of pain as she focused on the birds, trying to draw a new connection. Nothing was happening. Their spirits were gone. Daphne deflated, a frown touching upon her features. She was thankful of the connection she still shared with the tunneling rabbits but…She looked over to Jacob and his reanimated bodies, her eyes lighting up. Maybe he could help! ”Jacob!” She whispered to the necromancer, ”Is there anything we could do to help Eztli? Maybe…like...you take control over the birds up in the sky? They’re out of my control so I think I can assume that their souls are…removed. Doesn’t that make them dead?” Her voice was low but excited at the same time. This could work!

The digging crew—with the new addition of Ma Jian-shen—spent time wincing because of his power but they kept at their work. Hmm…That’s a good point. Banquo thought at Jian-Shen. He quickly calculated an alternate route and sent the directions to the other hound and Jian-Shen. They changed their direction easily, the rabbits following them with simple trust. Soon the group was able to emerge without the large demon noticing them. Regardless, they kept low to the ground, and moved behind some larger barriers near the demon. So what’s the plan? Ophelia thought at the vampire. What can we do to help?  

[GamingLord]

The Dieamos bloodling that attempted to stab Galantros in the back gurgled out something in demonic tongue, something that Adira in her time in Hell recognized as one of the Old Tongues... it was basically a swear, yet elegantly said, if a swear could be said as such. Apparently removing the head was the weak point for these things, as the bloodling's decapitated body wavered, then splashed into a puddle of gore.

Still struggling with his own, Galantros kicked his attacker hard in the gut with his metallic shoes, forcing the Dieamos minion puppet away. This enabled Galantros to pin the creature's shoulders and arms down with his wing teeth, the appendages zipping forth in a blur of black. Stuck to the ground, the Dieamos-voiced thing growled...

"Well played, little Galantros, well played."

Galantros nodded his thanks to the elder demon, and swiftly decapitated his puppet with the energy scythe's blade before it could counter, the stench of sizzling blood filling the air for a split second, before the demon splashed into red liquid.

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The massive Dieamos seemed to have suddenly shrunk in size again at some point when nobody was looking. Bad sign. Worse sign was the tendrils of blood that zipped out from the trees, and impaled Jacob through the stomach.

"Sorry old friend, nothing personal you understand."

Well, at least Rosemary's shot blasted apart the magic using goblin's head, leaving the other to curse as Eztli tore into its neck with his bladed boomerang as a melee weapon. The magic one seemed to have take a page out of Niearcim death spells... or vice versa... as it suddenly exploded, bits of bone shrapnel flying everywhere.

Eztli, sadly, wasn't expecting this, as he was near the blast. It was not so much the burst of heat or the force of the explosion that killed his character in the game, no. It was the many shards of bone piercing and tearing him apart that sent him pummeling to the earth that did him in, along with a fresh bloodling coming out of Dieamos' eye socket and slicing his wounded head in two halves. As well, any magic that might have protected him with any sort of shield effect had been nulled with some sort of reversal or anti magic in the shards themselves.

His corpse landed with a heavy thud in front of Adira and Galantros, scaring the bejeesus out of both, before it faded away in fancy, game like digital fashion.

With Jacob impaled, his undead minions acted quickly to protect their new master. Gunfire and energy blasts assaulted the bloodlings that had revealed themselves, severing the tedrils and releasing Jacob. Still, the temporary damage to the immortally cursed necromancer had been done, and it seem the tendrils had done more internal damage than at first seen as he collapsed, barely awake and bleeding. Jacob muttered something, and Rosemary realized he had passed over command of his undead creatures to her. Bob, though slow, reacted fast enough to shove her down into a crouch as he blasted his heavy weapon at a fast approaching, screeching Dieamos puppet, splattering it's lower half into blood as it's upper half careened through the air.... then reformed to fly at them again.

Daphne found herself being chased by two Dieamos, while Rosemary and her new minions were dealing with four.

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A loud, rather large explosion knocked off one of Dieamos' skull horns suddenly, from somewhere to the side of the Abomination. Glaring, he turned towards that direction and blind fired a hellfire meteor.

Sylin was sent flying from the blast, along with the mortar gun he had used to launch the powerful explosive, grabbing the mutually beneficial child creature into his host body to protect it from the fall. He landed harshly, possibly snapping his left leg in two, yelling out at the pain for a second before he muffled himself.

Grimacing, he quickly set the broken bone halves properly so they would heal with his demonic regeneration faster, and gingerly started to limp, drawing a powerful pistol from his thigh. The back of his hand was impaled, causing him to drop the firearm.

He turned to face his attacker, in mid-draw of a small shotgun, but the Dieamos puppet had already zipped quickly forward with unholy speed, pulling itself towards Sylin using it's stabbing blood tendril, and shifted a nasty large blade from it's arm.... which it pierced through Sylin's tough armor and stomach with as he landed into him.

"Good run, Sylin. You fought well."

*Cough* "How many... were watching me? I have to know...

Two more puppets stepped out towards Sylin, their hands nasty bladed weapons now. Suddenly, Sylin's facial expression, though pained, turned wicked. There was a quiet organic chirp and a beep with a click. In his hand, a small remote had slid from his wrist flesh, and he had pressed a red button. In demonic writing, it simply said on the remote "Detonator".

"Clever."

The explosion took out not only the puppets, but a good chunk of mountain after Sylin converted his organisims and blood into explosive compounds.

- - - - -

Dieamos suddenly lurched in pain at the feeling of a hundred or so tiny rocket propelled grenades exploding into his chest. He looked down for the distraction and found Veni there. He made one or two attempts at swiping at the quick vampire, and while was surprisingly fast for such a large creature, he was still not fast enough.... he then resulted to opening his mouth, where a rumbling and horrible sound echoed, like the screams of children and insects combined into a cacaphony, as a stream of thick, boiling blood shot out in a beam like projectile at Veni. Where it missed, it melted stone and earth, almost anything in it's path.

With all the various distractions going on, Ma Jian-shen... was successful in his attempt. Dieamos never noticed the vampire, and he pulled off his attack. The shuriken dug as deep as it could into the thick flesh of the demon, and the punch almost seemed to cause his skin to ripple slightly.

There was a momentary pause it seemed, then Dieamos arced his back and roared in undignified pain, a loud roar that deafened everyone, especially sensitive hearing vampire, for miles. (telepathy would be a must now). The massive demon fell forward onto his clawed hands, panting... An unexpected result was the boiling, lava-like blood starting to seep from every pore on the demon, and his blood puppets splashing out of existance. He was physically, and severally wounded from the pain assault. Forcing himself back up, Dieamo's eyes were pure red, and the sky followed suit.  

[psychotic__Gal]

Eztli’s body fell with a thud in front of the half reaper and the succubus. Adira’s eyes opened wide and she stumbled back, her instinct to run instead of help. A scream left her lips as she tripped on the fallen head. She landed on the unforgiving ground with a crack. ”Ohohohohohoh” came the rush of panicked air from her mouth. Her chest rose and fell quickly. As Eztli’s body faded another scream (this time, one of surprise rather than fear) left her throat. She backed up, on her hands and bottom. Her hands plunged into the demon’s innards. She stifled another cry, pulling her hands away quickly. She rubbed them across her clothes, her breathing getting faster and faster. whydidIeveragreetothis? came her rushed thoughts. only a game. Onlyagame. Onlyagame. She closed her grey-green eyes tightly and forced herself to stand up. She opened her eyes one at a time and brushed one of her brown curls off of her soaking wet forehead. “G-G-Galantros? Just…promise me…they’re not really dead, right?” She said very faintly, ignoring Rosemary’s demand for telepathy. Her voice was almost like a child’s.

After Galantros responded, Adira looked over to Dieamos. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. And suddenly…he roared. Adira held her head down, wincing in pain as the demon yelled in anguish. The world was silent. Unnaturally silent. She forced herself to think of new ears and drums for them. Suddenly the sound was back on. It was as if she unmuted the volume on her ears. She could hear again. Her brain was still ringing but at least she could detect the sounds around her. At least, she had that advantage.

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While Adira was having her mental breakdown, Daphne was running away from the mini-Ds, throwing random things behind her at them (and missing with almost all of said random objects). She paused, put her hands on her hips and glared at them for a mili-second before turning and sprinting off again. Well. It would have been dead helpful a moment again. She sent telepathically at Rosemary. Her body jerked as her mind was seized in pain. The rabbits were dead. A wave of sadness took her…then rage. How dare he kill the helpless bunnies! That monster! One of the Dieamos’s had just about caught up with her. She swung a fist out to hit him. It hit! That almost surprised her as much as the pain did. Her first hurt!

[Outside the game, Cian shook his head. He really had to teach her how to punch properly. How had she gotten by all on her own before this? He watched as his wife sent a roundhouse kick at the same mini-D. It connected, sending him sprawling on the ground. Cian was proud. There it was. There was her strength.]

Daphne didn’t pause. She sent one of her many throwing knives at the other Dieamos, not even looking to see if it hit the creature. She was running at Jacob. She’d seen him impaled earlier. Come’ere you. she snarled the thought, the tension causing her anger and blood lust to pique, she picked him up, running to a more shielded area behind an alabaster mausoleum, Rosemary, watch my back as I heal the necromancer. I’m not sure how long it will take. But we’re losing people like flies. We need him. So you, she returned her attention to her patient, need to stay still. She put her hands over his wounds. ”lots of internal damage…" Daph murmured to herself, accidentally forgetting Rosemary’s silence command. She focused her mind on the task, tuning out the sounds of the battle field around them. She knit together his cells with her mind, trying to speed the process. It was taking longer than usual. It was probably because Jacob wasn’t one of her kind. If he had been, she could have healed him in no time. Daphne wiped sweat off of her face and put the hand back over his body.

Daphne heard a deafening roar. She screeched and winced…Her ears were bleeding. She scowled and turned, realizing the mini-D’s were piles of blood. Oh…well…t-that’s interesting. Came her thought. There was a strange sort of silence around…the kind she hadn’t experienced since she was a human in the country side. That had been…well…when she was younger. A child, at least. When she became a vampire, she heard every noise even in what seemed like the dead of silence for humans. She sighed. It would have been comforting, really…if not for the fact that it was a hindrance. But she had more pressing things to worry about. Like healing Jacob.
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Banquo and Ophelia watched nervously as Ma Jian-Shen caused the demon to feel pain. A wound erupted from the creature, spilling boiling blood. The two hounds made their plan quickly and silently. It took only a matter of seconds as both knew the other very well. Banquo jumped to safely but his mate stayed put, relishing in the heat. She walked through the liquid easily, her claws sinking lightly into the earth. Jian-Shen was gone but she was still around. Though Dieamos roared, deafening the hound, she ignored it. Her teeth bared and she took off running, the blood spraying behind her. She latched on to Dieamos, her claws sinking into his rough flesh. She tore at it with her sharp fangs as well and sent a licking flame every once and awhile. Once Ophelia got to the wound spilling the blood, she raised her claws sharpened to their full potential. She carved down his chest, biting the flesh with her razor sharp teeth. It didn’t tear easily but it did. The large demon jerked and it threw Ophelia off. She sailed through the sky but twisted her body like a cat in the air. Her feet landed easily on the ground, though she stumbled. She nodded toward her mate.

Banquo took his position. He gathered the coldest of temperatures inside of himself—the kind that were unnaturally below freezing. Absolute zero. -273 degrees Celsius. It took him a bit of energy to get there but he did it. Even he felt the chill. Ban sent a stream of the ice at Dieamos. It was small enough the reach inside his wound, past the torn flesh and protruding bones. It moved through the blood quickly before freezing it. Banquo had no idea how Dieamos would respond to it…

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”Well, welcome back, Eztli. Violent death. You okay?” The Greek vampire grinned at the reaper angel. He turned his red eyes back to the game, wincing. Ma Jian-Shen had a formidable power. And yet…it seemed to make Dieamos even more angry. He shifted restlessly. He wanted to be in the game so badly. He would have been helpful in many of the situations. He stared jealously. Still, two more figures emerged from the game. Ma Jian-Shen (Cian didn’t let the wince that ran through his mind show on his face) and the demon, Sylin. The demon and his bodily weapons had fought extremely well. It made Cian slightly uncomfortable to think that he had once been sent to hurt them all and steal Adira. What if he had never defected from Heegh’s side? Cian felt his expression grow cold but her forced it away to a look of indifference. ”Welcome back. he commented, drily, ”Blood candy?” His pale hand held out a dish. He looked back at the game. Ophelia and Banquo had just double teamed Dieamos. He watched as the cold stream struck the demon. ” That’s not bound to make him feel any better…” he murmured. He wondered how cold the actual stream was. It froze plants and things only after it had passed over them. The vampire shivered.  

[Rosemary Mori]

Eztli had just been wiped out of the game by the shadow goblin she just took out. She certainly wasn't expecting a niearcim like death as she's never seen one of them do that before...and she's sniped dozens of them over the years. Neither was Sephiroth but she sensed that he managed to get out of the way before being hit too much. She winced a little since Jacob's stomach pain was a ghost pain to her.

After Eztli's death, Rosemary started to block Adira's ambient thoughts. They were starting to annoy her as the girl seemed to grow hysterical at every little thing and forgot that they wouldn't be doing this if they could really die in game. Was she really from hell? She pictured hell to be much worse than the game they were playing. The demoness even had screamed from a head that was nothing but a bloody blobbed puppet created from another creature as an extension of itself with no real organs or anything.

One of the last times she was in charge of a golem of his he hadn't passed command of it over to her like he just did. He basically had told it to listen to her. It was an unusual sensation to suddenly be the master of minions. She thought Veni would have been more suited for that though as he's more experienced in commanding in that way than she was. Plus he was a ghost whisperer now and not she... even if he was relatively new at it and it creeped him out slightly.

Around this point Sylin went out with a bang...literally. She wasn't sure exactly what he did as she had found herself occupied with several of them tasty looking bloody Dieamos. She'd have to watch the video of what happened.

The bloodlings gave off a slight unnerving aura of about the same intensity of the constant haze of slight dread that surrounded Rosemary. However being a vampire that gave off slight dread all the time and having lived with one for a number of years, she barely noticed it. She did notice the blood and that's what she began to focus on. She licked at her fangs as they looked more like dinner and got out her stunning leecher blades and had the quick one with blades try to take the offensive while the other two defended.

The sound of a sonic boom and many grenades then going off was welcoming. Ma Jian-shen was finally in place. Then the vampire must have hit for a very deafening roar was suddenly emitted from Dieamos and it hurt. This was one of those instances in which she didn't like having sensitive ears. At least those bloody creatures vanished the moment he did that for it would not be good as the noise caused her to flinch.

However she had not expected for him to roar that loudly as she expected Ma Jian-shen to not hit him that hard. He always used his ability in moderation and never went above or beyond that what he felt was needed. Did he really feel that Dieamos needed to be hit that hard? Wait... that wounded Dieamos?! Ma Jian-shen's power didn't cause physical injury even though it hurt as if it should! But Dieamos was injured and there was Ma Jian-shen hovering above the fallen demon with a look of surprise and of slight satisfaction she imagined. Still he was injured and she was surprised stunned for a second and started to feel dread as he started to push up.

Take him out now! She said to everyone left. The dogs took no time to work at that, but unfortunately was in the way for her to attempt a tornado or other storm system. She had a weapon she could use to try to destroy him but it required her to get in close and that wasn't an option right now because of Daphne telling her to protect them which was frustrating and for the reason that he was a furnace even without the flames for the most part.

Wings aflutter she then started making blades of larger and size to cut down trees. She didn't do this on Dieamos directly to get the size right lest he breathe fire on them and take the three of them out at once. She worked rapidly until she had the feel for one that was possibly large enough to decapitate him and sent it at him.  

[Rosemary Mori]

Ma Jian-shen looked at the dish, then at Cian, and back at the dish again before taking one. "Thank you."

He unwrapped it and was careful to not show off his teeth when he popped it in his mouth. He rolled it over his tongue several times before contently sucking on it and nodded his approval of the candy with a slight smile before turning back to watch the game.  

[GamingLord]

The resulting attacks weakened Dieamos even further, so that he landed on his side... The ice had caused a number of his blood vessels to burst, thawing the blood again and turning him back into a boiling furnace of death. He barely was able to block off Rosemary's nasty death blade, losing an entire arm in the process however. Finally, he felt Ma's death, and bellowed a bit at the sensation of death and pain in it, feeling one of his inner hearts bursting apart, bleeding from his chest cavity... it had the unexpected result of exploding one of his well hidden inner organs, but the overall effect of the torture pain finally began to slow. However ,the damage was done. Feeling his life forces ebbing quickly, he muttered a few short words. Thunder clapped all around, and the sky tore open with a harsh unnatural sound. Laughter of a thousand demons echoed in the air, even for those deaf, as he dematerialized, sucked into a vortex in a gorey, messy fashion.

And then it happened.

Bright blue, burning meteors fell from the sky, some crashing harshly into the ones that Sephiroth had barely begun to summon and utterly obliterating them, landing cruelly into the earth, sending dirt and rubble flying through the air. It was like playing dodgeball with the flash, and the balls were burning dense spheres.... full of some strange mineral that glimmered in the dark light. When they landed, they would break apart, shattering a bit, and then reform into a number of humanoid skeletons, averaging anywhere from 5 to 9 foot tall. They were armed with a variety of medieval blades and weaponry, from swords, to daggers, to even bows and crossbows. Some even wore armor, and all gleamed a strange dark purpleish blue.

Outside the hologamer, Sylin blinked. He had never seen this spell before, and wondered if it was a death spell or not. Hard to tell with how wounded the Abomination had been. The shadow goblins taking a break murmured such things as “oh crud, that spell.”

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Galantros winced at the tone of Adira's voice, realizing she was probably taking the game too seriously.

”Adira... it is just a game, nothing bad is really happening. We're *all* okay, nothing is permanent in this game.”

And then the meteors began to fly...

One such meteor landed near Galantros and Adira, knocking Galantros off his feet which temporarily disabled his ability to reply to Rosemary or even think about getting anyone away from where Dieamos was. The skeletons that emerged from the smokey, burning ruins snarled and rushed the fallen reaper, one of which stabbed a dagger immediately in his stomach, reaching for his head with a second. That was blocked by the reaper's wrist guards. Adira herself started to be pelted by bowmen archers, arrows zipping through the air and planting themselves into the dirt and trees. If she were to examine one by picking it up at any time, it'd be realized that the arrowheads... as well as many of the blades and such of the weapons, were made of the same material of the skeletons, and were extremely dense and strong, as well as sharp where necessary. It'd be possible to even use an arrow as a crude dagger against their foes.

The hounds found themselves dodging giant axe blades heaved by larger skeletons, while trying to avoid the thrown spears and javelins of smaller ones in the distance. One of the cleaving axes missed, and in it's swipe, chopped down two very large trees cleanly, the brute of a skeleton growling quietly at it's missed prey.

Daphne was the target of a few skeletons that were hissing at her, using throwing knives to try to pin her down. A few looked like they were using clubs made of that same mineral stuff, with spikes on it.

Rosemary appeared to be having to avoid the worst of it for now, though eventually all would have to avoid nearly hundreds, if not over a thousand of the damned things. She was being attacked by a combination of the crossbowmen and archers, their shots both slinging high into the air, and zipping at fast diagonal angles. They sliced through the wind like a hot knife through butter.

Sephiroth and Fal'Jenul were having to fend off many swordsmen, along with several 9 foot giants who had blades that where at least several times the size of any man. Their armor was clearly adorned with strange, demonic symbols, trimmed with skulls and other skeletal bits that reached out to grasp and bite. Fortunately, sometimes the smaller sword fighters got in the way and got smashed by the larger ones, but that was becoming more and more rare as they seemed to learn. A tower shield flew over Sephiroth's head from one of those incidents, having taken a direct hit from a giant sword, but without a single scratch as it landed behind him. Three of those said giant swords were now bearing down after him.