Lilith
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"The pleasured dead speak of her in necromantic tongue"
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Fury
Dec 17, 2007 18:25:58 GMT
Post by Lilith on Dec 17, 2007 18:25:58 GMT
Lilith stands in the doorway dressed in a deep red suit, her hands on her hips and a quizzical sort of smile playing on her lips as she looks from Draxus to the blonde woman and then to Trickery. Ah, the tools were still in use then. It had been a while since she had paid much heed to Hell's military goings on.
"I want to talk to you" She says rather flatly in Drax's direction with no care at all for what was happening around her, after all, she had come all this way from the ruins where she had left Arrow. Lilith didn't make journey's for nothing...
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Fury
Dec 17, 2007 20:07:53 GMT
Post by Draxus on Dec 17, 2007 20:07:53 GMT
Draxus grins and turns towards Lilith, knowing full well that the protection spell was as much protection for him as it were her.
"Lilith, do you not see I am busy? Mortals speak at me with infected tongue, and I hunger for the silence my swords may bring."
He still grins, his eyes flaring. Infrequently Drax's family ties are visible...
He lowers his weapons, casting his gaze back to the pair within the spell.
"So lazy a fighter and yet I wish to fight..."
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Fury
Dec 17, 2007 21:16:44 GMT
Post by Ophira on Dec 17, 2007 21:16:44 GMT
Ophira seethes at the intrusion, the absolute boldness of this woman's approach. Who in hell was she?? His mistress?? Surely not! The urge to laugh out loud with utter shock was almost too unbearable but to keep quiet and hopefully unnoticed seemed a better plan of action. But the demon had his eyes on them again, willing her to fight and Ophira would gladly take up the challenge, even die defending her cause... But it was Jakodi she feared for.
"Let the old man go, he is no trophy to you, and I will battle you and you alone as you wish!" She meant no disrespect at all to her new friend, but it seemed the only way to save him, to appeal to whatever little mercy the Demon may possess and if not, then certainly his pride...
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Lilith
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"The pleasured dead speak of her in necromantic tongue"
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Fury
Dec 23, 2007 20:13:21 GMT
Post by Lilith on Dec 23, 2007 20:13:21 GMT
Lilith blinks slowly at the girl then turns her rather unimpressed glare to Draxus. She folds her arms, the crimson red ringlets framing her stormy features perfectly. "Busy? Busy with what? I have a proposal for you" Ever the business woman Lilith eyes the Demon hovering in the air with an almost serious sort of pout. She strides into the all, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble bounces off the floors and walls. She looks at the blonde again, a little surprised to see that she is still there. "What are you doing girl? Get out of here he's going to kill you" Lilith says with a confused tone. Honestly, the young ones didn't have a clue...
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Fury
Dec 26, 2007 23:03:35 GMT
Post by Draxus on Dec 26, 2007 23:03:35 GMT
Draxus watches Lilith, a calm descending, the moment lost and all interest in fighting fading as quickly as it had risen. He descends, his wings folding, before disappearing entirely. His moves his weapons oddly through the air, their very matter fading back to wherever he keeps them, ready to be summoned again.
"Lilith... What proposal... Your games offer little interest to me, as you well know."
His eyes return to a simple soft glow, his gaze now bored and lifeless again. He turns on his heel and walks without goal towards the various seating arrangements in the hall. He falls into a chair and leans on his hand, looking at his opponent, then back to Lilith. He would let them both go, they weren't fitting sport anyway.
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Fury
Dec 27, 2007 17:57:53 GMT
Post by Ophira on Dec 27, 2007 17:57:53 GMT
Ophira's blood boils. How dare this woman assume she needed saving?! Her breathing quickens, rage filling her to the brim. As if without meaning to her staff hurls a flaming ball of fire directly at the demon, perhaps hoping to catch him by surprise now that his taste for the fight had dwindled. She jumps into the air firing a bolt of electric energy at the one named Lilith, she would bring down one of them if it killed her...
Ophira lands between the two of them, perhaps a bad position but she had enough confidence in her skill to keep her there, awaiting the after shock...
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Lilith
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"The pleasured dead speak of her in necromantic tongue"
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Fury
Jan 6, 2008 16:56:03 GMT
Post by Lilith on Jan 6, 2008 16:56:03 GMT
Lilith tuts, rolling her deep emerald eyes in annoyance before they land on Draxus, anticipating his movement. Then suddenly a sharp force hurtles into her chest throwing her into the wall behind, her back hits the stone hard that it forces the breath from her lungs. The spell was weak, a half hearted attempt to bring her down, Lilith expected much of the energy went into the attack intended for Draxus, she was merely a 'might as well try' target.
Doubled slightly and attempting to steady her breathing, Lilith raises her hand, an invisible pulse extends from all around her, shattering the windows and the dome above, the glittering glass raining down all around them, huge dagger shards falling to meet the flesh below...
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Fury
Jan 21, 2008 18:48:00 GMT
Post by Draxus on Jan 21, 2008 18:48:00 GMT
Draxus is hit by the flame directly in his face, the flames spreading over his hair and down his back slightly, before the flame seems to reverse back. He roars, his now flaring eyes on Ophira, his skin charred but not burnt, although his hair singed almost to nothing...
"Trickery! Show her Hell!"
The demon phases next to Ophira, it's face concealed beneath the shining mask. He toys with time, his speed beyond anything Hell has ever produced, time stopped for Trickery as he began to generate the potent cutting frequency through his organic blades. To him, it took a few seconds, to all else it was instant. He could walk about in this strange distortion of time, and none would see him. It was calculated that Trickery was fast enough to escape black holes...
He would take his time.
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Fury
Jan 21, 2008 19:17:17 GMT
Post by Ophira on Jan 21, 2008 19:17:17 GMT
Ophira automatically shields her eyes from the falling glass, a shard scraping past her arm, slicing the skin and spilling the bright red blood underneath. In an instant a bubble like shape surrounds her, the glass daggers bouncing off it and shattering on the floor.
She knows that Trickery is near, he may even be inside the protection spell with her... It is all she can do to fire randomly. Shooting spells and curses erratically in all directions hoping that one might just catch the demon. The wall to the front of the palace collapses with the impact, the huge doors splintering as they cave. It was now or never. In the confusion of dust and tumbling stone Ophira makes a dash toward the rubble, attempting to escape the fight. It seemed the old man had the same idea and she loses sight of him admist the haze of settling mortar particles. Ophira prayed to the gods as she ran that Trickery was not waiting in her path, blades raised and ready to sting...
((Exit Ophira))
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Fury
Apr 28, 2008 17:16:45 GMT
Post by Jakodi on Apr 28, 2008 17:16:45 GMT
Jakodi clenched his knees in towards him and curled up tightly to avoid the razor sharp shards falling around him. A couple struck hard on his already scarred back, his jutting spine made him look like some kind of insect cocoon. He let out a gargled scream as one embedded itself into his arm protecting the back of his neck. Jumping up he saw Orphira sprinting for the door that was about to collapse in on itself. He thought it was a bold move by her to attack the people whilst they weren't on guard, but maybe also an unnecessary one. He noted that she also dealt with elemental magic. Ignoring the pain in his feet as he trod on the glass he hobbled as quickly as he could behind her - the last thing he wanted was to be left alone with these hellish beings.
A black shadow kept appearing out of nowhere round the room, like a shape shifter. Jakodi feared him the most.
He turned and closed his eyes, and with every atom in his body, every thread of his soul, he broke into a full upright sprint, in the direction of the crumbling exit.
((Exit Jakodi))
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