Taking Up The Black - Demon Lords 2F Sept 11, 2019 0:09:41 GMT
Post by Bonetrousled? on Sept 11, 2019 0:09:41 GMT
Generally, transport to and from raids against the Demon Lords was fairly simple. A warm, inviting keyhole flooded with holy light would appear, patiently waiting for the chosen party to step into it. From there, they'd be dropped off at the site of their objective, a safe distance away from any demonic forces that would bode them ill will. It was no more complicated than stepping through a door, really. This was the standard of travel most participants in the war against the Demon Lords could expect.
GranDracmon did things a little differently.
As soon as Archon, Carrie, and Hasenya accepted his offer, wherever they were, a bat touched down on their head. Then another. And another, and another, and another. Soon they would be swarmed from head to toe in bats, albeit unnaturally quiet and docile ones. Only when there wasn't a square inch of bare skin remaining would the bats finally separate, flying away in thick, black clouds.
Wherever Archon, Carrie, and Hasenya were before, they'd be in the Dark Area now. It was a nice, isolated corner of the Digital World. The scattered ruins of a particularly lovely town offered shelter from the blood-red liquid that rained down this afternoon. Even from this distance Daemon's fortress, the Icon of Sin, dominated the skyline. GranDracmon himself held a tiny umbrella over his head to keep the bloody rain at bay, leaning down to get a good look at his charges for today. "Oh my, let's see what we have here," he crooned, the crest on his head narrowing as if he were squinting. "Quite the diverse bunch we have here. I guess I have to give Razzle Dazzle some credit. What she lacks in power, she sure makes up for in networking. I'm almost jealous.
Now, let me get you all prepared. If you're going to escape Daemon's notice, you'll need to be more than just dark. You'll need to be demonic. Fortunately, I'd like to consider myself a generous soul. I'll be parting with a little bit of my own power to share with you all today." He raised back up to his full height, then extended a palm outwards. A swarm of loyal bats flitted up to his hands, swirling around each other like a miniature tornado. He clenched his fist around them mercilessly, then unfurled it to reveal a comically large syringe. "I do hope none of you are afraid of needles. Once you've had my little treatment, it won't be a far walk to the Icon. Daemon's gatekeeper should be all too happy to usher you in. And as for me?"
A predatory grin spread across Daemon's face. Were the shark-like maws on his hips drooling, or was that just a trick of the light? "Daemon would never let me in his little clubhouse. But I can make my own fun.
Any questions, my dear minions?"