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Post by Hyperion June 12th 2024, 2:29 pm

It was another day in London. Months since its reconstruction, and the people were just beginning to feel comfortable with their lives. The millions that remained in homes, business and the like that were reconstructed the very day they were destroyed as if no damage had been done. Slowly a feeling of normalcy was returning, with it the kind of confidence that came with whatever measures humanity were building.

It was all a joke, really.

Erebus walked across the news set, bedecked in the black armor formed in many spiked and jagged edges. The head of an unfortunate anchorman rolled at his feet, leaving a long line of blood. His eyes were open in that same, shocked expression as when he died. Apprehending a new station between broadcasts was a simple thing, really, not that he needed their equipment for what he was planning. Dramatic effect, however, had its time and place.  Someone even had the audacity of screaming, which only made the whole affair annoying.

”Does no one really understand the beheading people thing? Screaming is not going to do anything now.” He released his aura for a moment, and they all fell to their knees, most stunned into silence and some even soiling themselves. Few mortals could handle the understanding of what he was. The sheer horror that came with it.  They were going to die anyway, it didn’t matter if they fought or not.

Now with the annoying bystanders put in their place, he snapped, a course of magic moving through the city like a synapse.  On every street, every corner, and everywhere a person might be standing a screen opened up in the air.  A large rectangular thing that projected where he was now.  

”Hello people of London!” The helmeted figure called out into the microphone, a voice far too cheery for his appearance. ”Erebus here, and this is your news at…5. Today your weathers looking sunny with a chance for rain and possible undead. You should be looking out for possible cadavers rising in your area, holy water is suggested.” A small screen was projecting a graphic behind him. Sunny, rainy and an almost cartoonish zombie animation played on it.

”Three months ago we played a little song and dance. Sadly, a glory seeking hound by the name of Ascendant decided to ruin all my fun and do the damage for me. So I thought we’d have a retry on the matter. A game for everyone alive in this city to play. You all have twelve hours, i’ll send my best and my new little toy to play with all of you. The idea is to survive however you like, no leaving the city though. Now that would be cheating.”

Any who had attempted would find that a translucent black barrier had encased the outskirts of the city. Entering was all too easy, but once they were there, they couldn’t leave.  When he said the words my toy a figure appeared beside him. A black suit with the accents dyed in a bloody crimson, neatly styled hair now messy with veins standing out as a stark black line against his pale skin. An only slightly familiar figure, one that likely had garnered much hate for the destruction of this city.

”Of course, I want to see the heroes try their best too. Fight like your lives depend on it, because they do.” With that, the horn sound reached the city and echoed through its very bones. With that time Ascendant took flight and with his flight, the streets began to buckle. Hands, decrepit and black with putrefaction, began clawing their ways from the sewers and newly formed catacombs of old London below. The death game had begun and already dozens found themselves victims of this killing.

All the while, a new counter formed in the sky began counting down.
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Post by Zonkes June 13th 2024, 8:38 am

Jack had been laying in wait for months. During the events in Las Vegas, he had been taken away by the black beast and placed into time out. As in he was literally placed outside of time. It was torturous. He had somehow displeased his boss, something he was assuredly used to by this point. The amount of patrons that Jack had screwed over or pissed off was a list long enough to rival your average phone book. But the Black Beast was different. He had to play by its rules. And while he couldn’t exactly point to the reason for his expulsion from reality, he knew he couldn’t do it again. Because next time he probably wouldn’t come back.

This time he had a babysitter. Another Scion caller Erebus. Tall dark and broody wasn’t his first pick, after all Nyx was far more his type. But at least he knew what fun looked like.

Jack grinned his malevolence as the dark overtook the city. ”Nice touch on the darkness, Erebus. I always thought London was a bit bright for my tastes.” He said, a bit of an off color joke about the notoriously dull and cloudy British weather.

He yawned and with his exhale spewed a powerful black mist across the city, which quickly began to solidify into monsters from a nightmare. Hands began to reach out all around, grabbing at ankles and clawing on their chests and legs. He giggled as blood began welling from nail raked skin. “Maybe it’s time I really let loose on you, London. I haven’t even really tested the full weight of my power.”

Jacks body began to bubble and burn with black energy. ”Lets have some fun.” The voices came out of a thousand mouths at once as he stretched and each and every limb he extended became a monstrosity.

A powerful spider the size of a sedan, a fire breathing dragon that scoured clean the land it looked upon, a lightless cage trapping hundreds inside, a soldier missing half his face mowing down all that got close, and a thousand more faces and forms.

”You like it? I call it “Phoboform: Nyarlathotep”! I’m trying to figure out how to do it outside my bubble of control here… but for now it’s enough to kill you.”

Jack laughed from his thousand mouths once more, and began his attack on London. Taking civilians in swathes.


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Post by ProwlerKnight June 14th 2024, 11:27 pm

Outside of time and space, tucked neatly into a pocket dimension on it’s own, stood the infamous wizards tower of Merlin, historys greatest wizard.  

Inside the tower, however, was a young man who was not Merlin, though he like to believe he was better dressed. Taliesin scanned through the many books the tower housed, looking for a specific one. “Come on, how come every time I come in here, the books seem to be in new spots, I swear I organized this.”  

Eventually he came across three books, grabbing them from their spot on the shelf. “Okay...” He waved his hand in the air. All three books flew open in response, each opening onto the exact pages he was looking for.  

He was sitting in his favorite reading chair, nose deep in a book about dragons when the horn was blown. It’s cry even reverberated throughout the tower, sending a cold sensation up Taliesins spine. Breifly after, the world went to hell in a handbasket.  

His biggest concern, was the broadcast sent to London.  

Erebus, the psychotic bastard, was back, and looking for round two. Except this time, he’s brought that damn hero with him, twisting his undead body and turning him into some dark spawn.  

Last time Ascendant was in London, he was the one who destroyed the city, in his ignorance. Now, he’s being manipulated by the man he tried to defeat, and god knows what twisted plans Erebus has for him.  

All Taliesin knew is that he had to get rid of him, before Erebus could unleash him on the poor souls already struggling to survive.  

But first, there was the barrier, that was trapping everyone inside, while the monster hunted them down. His first priority was to bring it down, then focus on trying to get rid of the villains.

He stopped as the viewing orb lit up, revealing the familiar multi-mouthed face of one villain in the city as well. “Damnit, of course he is there.”  Another big bad for him to deal with. He hoped other heroes were on their way, he would need them to handle the main fighting, while he focused on the spells.

The deck was stacking against him, and he was in way over his head. In the back of his head, he thought of just staying in the tower, away from all the fighting, while he grabbed a pint, continued reading his book, and waited for the whole thing to blow over.  

But people were being killed, and he would never be able to live with himself if he didn’t try.  

He gathers to components he needed, as well as the books themselves, and packed them all in a decent sized leather satchel. “Right...” He slung the strap of the satchel over his shoulder, pulling an ornate key out of his vest pocket. “Let’s try not to die today.”  

He stepped over to a door in the tower, giving the key a good luck kiss, as he stuck it into the keyhole, turning until the door gave a click, followed by a low hum. Opening the door, Taliesin found himself standing on top of one of the skyscrapers in London, the roof access door closing behind him. He was here now, and had no way back, the barrier allowing him to enter the city, but not allowing him to leave, even with the key.  

As he looked around, he was thankful the roof was empty, not many people come up here, and the monsters were all focused on the people below.  

He wished he could help them, but he could spend days fighting the monsters, and no get anywhere. So, he pulled out one of his books, as well as six jars, each containing some item. With a piece of chalk, he began drawing out the start of a dispel ritual circle.
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Post by Demonhunter June 15th 2024, 11:21 pm

Deimos was a fluttering mess around his bedroom, stuffing spellbooks and what not in his bag, only halfway paying attention to what he was grabbing. Dark Arts for Dummies, Handbook to Offensive spells, Duelist’s Dictionary. Every title he could think of that was useful for a fight of any kind made its way into a messenger back to be slung around his shoulders. He didn’t even know if it’d be useful or not, but if it was going to be anything like last time he had to be prepared for momentous levels of bullshit.

It felt like the young dragon was choking on air, like he’d forgotten to swallow temporarily, dropping his books due to sweaty palms and frantic mind. The only thing Deimos wanted was to pretend nothing was happening, to let someone else deal with London. Erebus could play kickball with someone else while he stayed home and hid out in his bedroom full of books while his mom made cookies. However, he also knew that there was a lot going on stateside at the moment, he knew due to proximity there would likely be less reaction across the ocean. Last time he’d gotten hurt pretty bad, Jordan almost got killed and half of the UK population ended up dead beneath the streets.Yes he’d gotten a lot of praise for reducing the toll to only half, however in a way that didn’t make him feel that much better. Children were orphaned, families split by dirt and travesty and the economy of the UK was going to complete shit because half its work force and government officials were dead in an instant and there was nothing he could do further. Was Erebus and Jack Ass over there set to half it again or perhaps do it in for good as Deimos had no idea how to replicate what he did the first time to ‘save’ London.

Suddenly the urge to pull cards sneaks up into the young dragons mind, as much as he shoved the emotions down, it was as if the deck was forcing his to pull the box from his pocket and throw out the first three cards onto his desk. The four of swords reversed, the five of swords and the tower.

“A toppling of stability, Conflict and Catastrophe. Thanks a lot. That makes me feel so much better!” He groans before another card flies from the deck. The Knight of Pentacles. It then hit him that tonight was supposed to be date night before the world started to end and that certainly a certain Knight of Pentacles was on his way to his house. He quickly fumbles around his papers and books to find his phone before managing to get his fingers working enough.

“Hey, are you somewhere stationary and are you wearing pants?” He quickly switches from his sweatpants to his jeans, phone tucked against his cheek and his shoulder. He pauses for a second to grab a belt.

“Okay good cause we’re going to London again.” Deimos gathers his cards before putting Jordan on speaker. “Yeah, I’m getting us to London right now.” Deimos pulls a card, The Chariot, the magic pulling through the card and surrounding him with the usual sapphire shimmer associated with his magic as he felt the pull. All at once the magic dust cleared and both he and Jordan stood at the base of Big Ben.

“Okay. We’re going to have to kill Ascendant… well… kill him again. As much as it sucks I am ignoring everything else until he’s dealt with. I don’t know if a Zombie is capable of the bullshit he pulled the first time but I am not taking my chances with it. Hang on tight.” Deimos had to admit there was a lot going on. Whatever Jack had created for destructive purposes, it was working very well. He steps back aura going dark as the mage takes his draconic form, wings spreading before realizing a bit of a problem.

Erebus’s magical field would make it harder for him to camouflage into the clouds and the darkness would make his usual mural of the stars on the underside of his wings stand out like a sore thumb. The normal surprise bombing run tactics wouldn’t work here, but he could rely on out maneuvering anything between buildings and being fast as hell though. Pausing for a moment to allow Jordan onto his back he hoists himself in the air, using his secondary wingset to gain altitude much quicker and taking off at a breakneck pace before encountering an obstacle. A giant dragon causing havoc. He knew he was after Ascendant, but he just couldn’t let that thing continue it’s rampage.

He picks up the speed, jaws opening to try to be upon it before it even looks up from it’s chaos/ He was going straight for it’s throat and hoping the momentum would sent them barreling upwards and into the upper limit of the barrier. Part of him worried about ditching Jordan by accident, subconsciously doing an inventory check to make sure he still felt him as he was likely going to have to force this thing to fight him in the air.
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Post by Hyperion June 20th 2024, 9:24 pm

Jordan was going to see Deimos anyway. He felt like they hadn’t seen each other in forever, which in Jordan time was only a few days at the most. Kyle and Aaron had apparently noticed and told him to just go and visit his dragon. ”I’m outside your house actually and...I have shorts? That’s good enough, right?” He was ina pair of cargo shorts and a baseball shirt,  feeling pretty pleased with how he looked.

Deimos was already talking onward, mentioning something about London and that’s when he felt the strange trumpeting horn rumble through him. Next he was standing at the foot of Big Ben, which he was not used to doing. Was this some kind of new magic that Deimos learned? Jordan blinked and looked around, eyes focusing on Deimos.

”When’d you learn to do that?” He questioned, looking around with an expression of impressed more than anything else.  So they were here to kill Ascendant? Was that the angel guy they met not too long ago here? He remembered being thrown into the atmosphere, which sucked a lot but he managed to shrug that off with a little difficulty. Aside from the losing consciousness part of things.

Looking around he could feel the sensation of magic in the air and taste it on the tip of his tongue. Something was going on, the sky dark as night though he didn’t know if it were actually late. He knew nothing about things like timezones, which made this whole situation both annoying and difficult.

”He’s not dead anymore? I didn’t know coming back to life was that easy,” Deimos was very interested in dealing with this ascendant guy because he was turning into a draconic form already.  Jordan shrugged and hopped onto his back, creating a few chains of green energy to attach himself more securely to his form. He didn’t want to fall off when he started flying all supersonic.

Even still, taking off was a sensation he couldn’t really get used to. A sudden loss of strength and the wind whipping at his face, leaving the flesh feeling a little numb from the wind pressure. A lesser person would have fallen off but he wasn’t exactly that lesser kind of person.  Holding on for dear life as they flew through the sky, a missile almost though he had a tough time keeping track of what was rushing past them.

His eyes did catch onto a dark shape that was just floating there in the sky. Jagged looking armor, almost a mockery of a super suit. Wings formed on his back, and Jordan let the momentum that Deimos had built up propel himself forward. His wings folded against his back, serving more to guide than actually maneuver him through the air.

Green energy formed into a wedge in front of him and he collided with something solid. It slammed into whatever that thing was, through a building and further until they hit the street below. Beneath him was a temporarily stunned man in what he could only describe as the suit he had seen earlier, unkempt black hair with a pale face lined with black veins. He smirked, as if realizing what was happening now.

Jordan didn’t give him a chance to react.

A massive gauntlet of green formed around his right fist and slammed down, a propelling also produced by him amplifying the damage he was  hoping to deal out.  The giant green fist came down, slamming into his face and shattering the street around him. There were some zombies, though the force alone was enough to sending them flying back to smash against any solid surfaces.

Where were the people?

”Was that all? What did I expect from pathetic nothings like you.” The voice spoke imperiously and muffled through by the massive fist that was still rested upon his face and had shattered the street around him. ”I’ll have to show you a proper punch.” Green shards scattered about the air and he was thrown, a sudden intense pain in his chest as Jordan was thrown back, skidding along the street as he turned zombies into pulp.

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The kill count slowly went up as it projected over the city.

Erebus was mostly pleased with the outcome in general. No one running away, people running about screaming as their final moments hit. All that good stuff one expected from a typical super villain attack on a city.  Things were going well, that being until he began to feel a strange tremble across the membrane of the barrier.

What was going on? He raised a hand and  a screen appeared before his hand. Connected to an invisible eye that floated through the sky, until it focused on what appeared to be someone within a magic circle.  Was some kind of mage trying to take down his barrier?

”What do we have here? Someone trying to mess with my fun?” He frowned,  another screen appearing before him. He had a few connections, ones that allowed him to speak with Jack. ”We’ve got a little insect trying to ruin our game. Shake off that little dragon and deal with it when you can.”

If he had to act, there wouldn’t be any fun to have here. No, it would be a bloody mess for humanity that made his last act look utterly tame.

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Post by Zonkes June 21st 2024, 4:28 pm

”Look, Erebus! Ascendants playmates are back!” The monstrous entity said, stretching a pumpkin head up to get a better glimpse at the dragons. ”Hope I get a chance to take out the gold one. He made you look like a chump undoing all that damage.” He laughed as another of his faces took out a school bus by swallowing it whole.

The demon sighed as he heard the order to find the gnat. ”Fine. I’ll smush the bug.” He made himself physically cohesive, taking on his normal form. He appeared behind the wizard and tapped him on the shoulder.

”Excuse me, lad. But this is a private party. I’m afraid I can’t let you break it up.” His sharpened Jack o lantern features broke, becoming a woman fairly familiar to Taliesin. Someone he no doubt saw in his nightmares. ”First ye come out as gay, now this? Ye should or yerself. Let the poor boys have their fun and we can discuss the new girl I found ye.” A second Jack stepped out from behind Taliesin’s mother. ”Ooh, mommy issues, eh? Me too! Course, my mom died when I was a baby so more like Nunny issues. You should burn her alive like I did the nuns. Very cathartic.”

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Post by ProwlerKnight June 22nd 2024, 3:09 am

As he was chanting away, he could feel the power of the spell shimmering through the barrier, as it’s own strength started to falter.  

He was doing it, he really was doing it.  

That was, until he felt a finger tap him on the shoulder.  

”Excuse me lad, but this is private property, I’m afraid I can’t let you break it up.”

The young wizard turned, seeing the familiar jack-o-lantern visage he had seen many times before, usually on TV, or through his seeing orb.  

As he was about to reply, the Eldritch Creature shifted his form, taking on the appearance of Taliesins mother, right down to her voice, and movements.  

As she berated him, like she constantly did, before finally kicking him out onto the streets, all for falling in love with another boy, he felt his hold on the ritual slip away. He knew in his mind this was just a trick, the cold-hearted bitch wouldn’t dare sully her reputation walking among the “lesser beings” as she liked to call everyone who wasn’t up to the families standards.  

“I know you’re not real...” Taliesin stood up straight, quickly regaining his composure, but his voice still shook a little as he spoke. “Me mum would never be caught dead out here with the commonfolk...” He looked over to Jack as he appeared behind the mimicry, trying to convince him to burn the copy of his mother.  

Unfortunately, the distracting had broken Taliesin concentration on the spell, and he could longer remember the words.  

If he was gonna get back to breaking the barrier, he would need to deal with Jack.  

”Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done!!”  

There was a flash of golden light off in the distance from their position, followed by a white haired figure in black appearing behind Jack, his glowing golden eyes practically burning holes into the back of his head with a glare.  

“Mad Jack...” Seraphim stated, pointing to the villain. “The deaths of countless mortals lay at your feet, their blood on your hands...” He paused, taking a step forward. “Justice has come for you, and you will pay for your sins.”
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Post by Demonhunter June 24th 2024, 12:02 pm

Despite the incredible speed, keeping up with what was going on was second nature to Deimos, Not a single building nor street sign so much as clipped by one of his massive wings as he circles around the top of the dome, getting a better survey and map of the city, what he didn’t expect was the strongest person he knew to get swatted away like an insolent fly. A whole new rage Deimos had never felt before flooded over him, somehow he was even more infuriated at ascending than he ever was at Erebus in some twisted way.

Erebus and Jack were at least somewhat honest about themselves, this fuck put on some kind of boy scout, destroyed an entire city and then had the audacity to die and become whatever in the fresh hell this was. He didn’t even know if he could actually kill him or not, maybe this time coming here was suicidal. Either way, some part of his instinct demanded he fight. Ascendant was an insult to his very existence, the idea of him walking away to do whatever he likes made his blood boil in a way he only experienced in the rare instances he ran into an unfriendly creature that was somewhat shaped like another dragon.

He banks hard, scales glimmering to life as he send Jordan a mental image, something akin to “<3” before he drops suddenly, coming to a shockingly graceful landing for such a large creature in between Jordan and Ascendant before blasting a torrent of radiation at deafening volumes. His claws dig into the concrete and the muscles down his legs cinch down to make him harder to move. He ducks his head down to keep his throat and lower jaw less likely to get hit than the armored scales on the top of his head and down his spine. His wings squeezed into his sides to avoid any stray punches.

Deimos knew well enough this was unlikely to do much to this awful creature, but he was hoping it was enough to buy Jordan time to get up. He knew damn well he was going to get hit and that it would hurt a hell of a lot, but he needed time to think of something. He mentally flips through all the tools in his inventory. The cards were new so they came up last in his filing cabinet of tricks. Several could work but it would require a momentary retreat and he did not feel alright leaving Jordan alone with him until he knew he was back on his feet.

Another mental image sends to Jordan of himself as a human, and another flash to show the cards that he hadn’t necessarily gotten a chance to explain to Jordan in the months since the first attack on London but he could only hope Jordan would understand something. He made a mental note to try to expand his abilities on mental communication to other dragons, words would make this much much easier. Or better yet, annoy Jordan into learning draconic.
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Post by Hyperion Today at 6:53 pm

Brilliant light flashed through the street and washed over Astaroth. The kind of heat that could melt flesh, concrete even and burned further beyond. Stray, shambling undead were caught within the blast and reduced to nothing more than smoking clouds in the air. A hand emerged from the beam, grasping at the bottom of the dragons jaw and slamming it upwards, cutting short the breath weapon and causing whatever damage doing that would cause.  

”You seem familiar wyrm.” His looked up to Deimos with a casual smirk, at inhuman speed moving forward and behind the dragon, grasping for the tail and giving a spin before hurling him into the side of a building. ”Must not be anyone special if I can’t remember you,” A hand raised as it caught a fist from Jordan, cracking the street beneath their feet, yet not causing the man to budge.

He grasped the fist and twisted, the sound of bone snapping audible and the visual of  fractured bone jutting upwards through tan flesh even more stark. Jordan growled in pain, twisting his body and bringing a kick across the fallen angels face.  His head jerked to the side, the force enough to send a boom through the air.

When he looked back there wasn’t even a bruise.

”Was that all? You’re nothing special it would seem.” He let the half dragon go and  reared back a punch which collided with his face. Freeing the top half with a spray of blood and brain matter,  also sending the man to the ground.

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”Angels now? Talk about unoriginal here!” Jack cackled,  a sound that deepened and boomed through the entire city. A concert like the voice of the damned. ”I don’t even pay for my meals boyo. No way in whatever hell you’re going to am I paying for sins.” The mockery of a carved smile on his pumpkin head almost seemed to grow wider, illuminated by an internal fire.

”Eating you whole might make the boss man happy though. Lets try that!” A stream of flames burned from his mouth , a steam imbued with destruction itself that would wash over all flesh and reduce it to bubbling slag. This stream was followed by him seeming to form into a serpent and slither through a crack within the roof.

”Lets see if you can stop me before I kill the little wizard!”

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