The Icon of Sin - Demon Lords 1I (Dr. Mikemon, K, Cion) Apr 10, 2019 2:49:49 GMT
Post by Bonetrousled? on Apr 10, 2019 2:49:49 GMT
Please post within 3 days of the last post in this thread, although faster is always preferred. Ideally, I want to be able to have at least one posting cycle finished per week.
A blood red moon hung over the Dark Area, so large that it looked like it was falling out of the sky. Even from the fringes of the Dark Area, it seemed to swallow up the skies above and land below. This was the ominous sight that would greet Mikemon, K, and Cion as Rasielmon's keyholes brought them to the outskirts of the Dark Area.
Sparks flew en masse as metal clashed against metal, each strike lighting up the skies like lightning bolts. With each flash the identity of the fighters could faintly be made out. One was a Seraphimon, armor dented, helm split, and wings tattered. The second was none other than Daemon, still clad in his crimson robes. Despite being unarmed and unarmored he didn't seem the least bit threatened, parrying Seraphimon's blade aside with his bare hands. "All these years, and this is how you come to face me?" Daemon asked, clutching Seraphimon by the throat. "I'd be offended, if the sound of your armor shattering wasn't music to my ears."
Seraphimon reached his free hand up, light gathering at the tip of his fingers. Daemon simply watched and waited, eyes sparking in the face of the blast. But surely his excitement wouldn't keep in the face of a direct attack, would it? With an echoing shout of "Seven Heavens!" Seraphimon engulfed Daemon's entire body in light. A cloud of hallowed smoke filled the air, swallowing up any sounds besides Daemon's pained shrieks.
As the smoke faded, the shrieks gave way to raspy laughter. Daemon emerged from the smoke cloud completely unharmed, a cyan aura flickering around him. "Oh, Seraphimon. How I always envied that move of yours," he crooned. The aura shifted from cyan to purple as a Seven Heavens began charging in Daemon's own hand. "Do forgive me if I get a little greedy and borrow it!" The attack fired off not once but twice, sending Seraphimon hurtling into the Sea of Blood below.
Daemon lifted his hand, and with it the ground began to rumble. The Sea of Blood began to part at his command, a fortress of obsidian rising from beneath. Its glassy surface reflected the Sea of Blood's crimson glow, and its waters dripped from the fortress' parapets as if they were gaping wounds. The fortress was big enough to take up a substantial portion of the sea, and banners bearing Daemon's sigil hung lifelessly in the stagnant air. Most noteworthy, however, was the citadel's gate. It was almost as massive as the fortress itself, and the symbols of the Seven Demon Lords grew bright on its surface. They pulsated almost like heartbeats, Daemon's aura pulsating in time with them.
Seraphimon was prone against the gate, groaning in pain as he tried to push himself back onto his feet. Daemon touched down in front of him, lifting him by the throat and pinning him to the wall. "Do you see it now, angel?" he snarled, even his whispers echoing through the Dark Area. It was as if the land itself was carrying his words forward. "The essence of all of the Great Seven courses through my very being. Unified, we are mightier than you could ever imagine. You did not come here to challenge a mere Demon Lord. No, you stand before the king of all demons himself!"
A dark lanced formed in the palm of his hand. "Now bow before your king," Daemon hissed. "I would hate to make this messier than it needs to be."
"Pl . . . e . . . you . . . nly . . . nce . . . esca . . . can"
". . . mne . . . belli . . . fate . . . th . . . "
Rasiel and Bagramon's words were swallowed up. Only ear-rending static remained in its place. Whatever Mikemon, K, and Cion decided to do at the edge of the abyss they would be deciding on their own.