Post by xelaritas on Nov 25, 2016 15:45:04 GMT
Having exhausted what few connections his mother had to secure himself passage to earth and effectively remove himself from the Machiavellian webs of demonic political turmoil and pettiness that surged through the queens court in the power vacuum her bloody rise to power had created in its wake xelaritas now found himself with nothing to spend his time on other than relaxing and enjoying the scenic peace of the earth as it span slowly and silently like the dust mote in the oxygen rich bubble it was in the void of the living universe.
that is how he'd found himself here, skulking in an all but abandoned warehouse silently stalking the criminals of human society both for sport and to fufill the almost intrinsic and base urging of his demonic blood, to punish the wicked and weed out those of weak moral fibre from the tapestry of souls, dismantling gangs and Drug trafficking circles with a surgical precision and a demonic barbarity.
His hands stained in the bloods of those whom society deemed acceptable targets, understandable losses and maybe even as rather fortunate events in light of the Cyclopean demons discreet rampage as the darkness of convenience tainted their hearts and minds whispering into their souls that their deaths were deserved, that they'd gotten what was coming to them and the world was all the better off for it, it was this kind of corruption that seasoned the once pure souls of those who would call themselves pure like a bloody sauce lathered across their once righteous hearts and dying them black and the delicious seasoning of irony of those who advocated justice approving of his brutal yet discreet rampage that called to his very nature as a demon iike a siren song to work his sinister symphonies of slaughter and corruption of mortals
It was why he was here now, perched on the tin roof of a warehouse like a particularly large and sinister Cyclopean bat, staring in through the skylight at the faces of people bellow as they silently blustered and huffed with aggression towards one another over the not insubstantial pile of zeni taking great care to memorize their faces so he could more efficiently hunt them should any escape him.
Satisfied that everything was in place and ready he began to funnel his ki through his iris and project it as a cone of burning light onto the roof, quietly melting his way in onto the catwalk high over the heads of his prey, slowly and silently staling the metal walkway and picking his spot with great care,
hooking his boots around the railings and dangling over the edge like an enormous bat before swooping down and in one swift motion driving his fist down upon the first armed humans skull. impacting the crown of their head with such great force that it not only slightly craterd their skull but forced their teeth together so violently that they cracked and were torn from their places along the jaw in certain places.
Springing from the standing corpse of his first victim with a flick of his wrist that flung himself across to the next armed human as it struggled with the suprise and shock like rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming truck hurtling at it; spraying its weapons load of ammunition wildly in an arc just short of where he actually wanted to put them as a pair of lithe but powerful legs clamped around his neck and in one sudden motion the floor rose to become the roof as the world shifted around him and his head was roughtly slammed into the concrete floor of the warehouse with a soft crunching sound.
Releasing his previous victims corpse and remaining prone to avoid the hail of weapons fire and ki blasts that came in response to his performance his singular violet eye darted about the chaos of his environment in an instant, taking in his surroundings, recording the details and features of the landscape whilst his mind grinded like bladed steel wheels churning away in a factory as his plan of attack evolved in response to the new situation.
Flinging himself towards the third human from all fours like a pouncing tiger he wraps his arms firmly about the humans torso to prevent it from moving to blast him with its ki energies and sinks his long razor sharp teeth into its shoulder, biting through its clothes, skin, sinew and bone in a swift but brutal snap of his jaws and ripping a massive chunk from the being shoulder with a powerful rearing of his head, his victim barely had time to draw the breath it intended to use to scream before the shock overcame him and swept him away to the check-in station.
this time there was no response as its few surviving allies stared in shock and horror at the act of brutality turned canibalism as he swallowed whole what he'd ripped from the martial artist turned enforcers shoulder.
blood seeping from between his sharp teeth and dripping from his chin he rose to an upright standing position and assumed his fighting stance, allowing the humans before him to take a brief moment or two to gather their wits and prepare to fight back, futile as it might have been for them.
his patience extended just far enough for one of the horrified victims to be to raise their automatic weapon at him and scream as he fired blindly in his direction, pushing off the ground with his boots and pushing through the stream of the screaming weapons shower of lead and nickel like drops of particularly dense and heavy water rolling off his scar-tissue hardened hide, driving his fist into the upper right of the humans chest cavity with bone warping force, bending his ribs and crushing the heart beneath them in an instant, the humans scream turning to a choked gurgle as blood exploded from his mouth, carried by the explosive collapsing of the organ and proceeded to slump to the floor dead.
turning his attention back to the final opponent he faced he was shocked to find this human, scarred in appearance and equally hardened in heart in the face of his brutal rampage through those he'd considered business partners and possibly rivals had spent the time given to him not running but preparing and charging a Ki attack in the centre of his extended palm.
This unlike most of the things he'd faced this night, might prove actually dangerous to him.
Good.
Taking a head on stand facing the martial artist he too began to draw upon as much ki as his demon body could stand to hold and then some, violet eye blazing with purple light as the geometic pattern of curling lines that covered him began to glow with building energies within as he prepared to honour his opponent with witnessing his ultimate technique.
the next few moments stretched on to an eternity in the eyes of the adrenaline flooded warriors minds till after the last few aching seconds they both found themselves ready, the martial artist releasing his attack with a thundering kiai towards the terrifying demon before him.
in response Xelaritas waited those few moments more for the attack to draw close enough, crossing his arms over his chest as if to guards right up untill the surging yellow energywave was about to impact, he suddenly flung them back and with a monstrously inhuman scream he let his ki run wild, leaking from his every pour and orifice in a tidal wave of dark purple black in what seemed to be an uncontrolled explosion of power, however both he and the martial artist he faced knew better, ot was no mere explosive wave but rather a swirling mass of razor-sharp ki threads that lashed and grinded upon the world around them and each other as they expanded, cutting thing they pressed upon into their component molecules as slowly but surely they surged forwards consuming the ki wave fired into them like a particularly long noodle as they steadily advanced.
the martial artist for his part pushed, pushed with all his might against the glimmering, shredding wall of energy but it was to no avail, this was no ordinary technique xelaritas used, it was a terrifying explosion of his latent demonic power accumulated from the ambient light of the makyo stars radiant energies far and away exceeding what he would normally be capable of producing, straining his body beyond its natural limiters imposed to prevent self destructive breaches of his physical capabilities.
that and it hurt like home, for the wall of cutting, grating whistling razor threads of ki bore down not only upon his environment but himself as they whittled away at his body flaying away molecular layer after layer of his skin as they worked their way to the core of his body as each and every one had erupted from one of his pours but been spun by his bodies core.
he kept it going until he simply couldn't any more and once the threads faded he found himself stood in a perfectly hemispherical crater in the concrete where the warehouse used to be, the only proof of its existence and that of his victims were four puddles of finely chopped salsa seeping slowly towards its centre.
huffing and puffing from the exertion he decided to make himself scarce before any particularly conniving enemies decided to take advantage of his exausted state, floating limply into the air and streaking away in a blazing aura of purple-black ki towards the sanctuary of his makeshift home away from home.
blooded and exhausted from the sheer exertion of his ultimate technique he could do little more than laugh to himself as city gave way to forrest beneath him and he collapsed, crashing like a meteorite into the particular stretch of gnarled and ancient woodlands he'd claimed for himself amidst the seething arboreal carpet and allowed himself to sleep it off in the crater.
the animals knew better than to bother him. so he could rest free of harassment by opportunistic predators and scavengers alike.
that is how he'd found himself here, skulking in an all but abandoned warehouse silently stalking the criminals of human society both for sport and to fufill the almost intrinsic and base urging of his demonic blood, to punish the wicked and weed out those of weak moral fibre from the tapestry of souls, dismantling gangs and Drug trafficking circles with a surgical precision and a demonic barbarity.
His hands stained in the bloods of those whom society deemed acceptable targets, understandable losses and maybe even as rather fortunate events in light of the Cyclopean demons discreet rampage as the darkness of convenience tainted their hearts and minds whispering into their souls that their deaths were deserved, that they'd gotten what was coming to them and the world was all the better off for it, it was this kind of corruption that seasoned the once pure souls of those who would call themselves pure like a bloody sauce lathered across their once righteous hearts and dying them black and the delicious seasoning of irony of those who advocated justice approving of his brutal yet discreet rampage that called to his very nature as a demon iike a siren song to work his sinister symphonies of slaughter and corruption of mortals
It was why he was here now, perched on the tin roof of a warehouse like a particularly large and sinister Cyclopean bat, staring in through the skylight at the faces of people bellow as they silently blustered and huffed with aggression towards one another over the not insubstantial pile of zeni taking great care to memorize their faces so he could more efficiently hunt them should any escape him.
Satisfied that everything was in place and ready he began to funnel his ki through his iris and project it as a cone of burning light onto the roof, quietly melting his way in onto the catwalk high over the heads of his prey, slowly and silently staling the metal walkway and picking his spot with great care,
hooking his boots around the railings and dangling over the edge like an enormous bat before swooping down and in one swift motion driving his fist down upon the first armed humans skull. impacting the crown of their head with such great force that it not only slightly craterd their skull but forced their teeth together so violently that they cracked and were torn from their places along the jaw in certain places.
Springing from the standing corpse of his first victim with a flick of his wrist that flung himself across to the next armed human as it struggled with the suprise and shock like rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming truck hurtling at it; spraying its weapons load of ammunition wildly in an arc just short of where he actually wanted to put them as a pair of lithe but powerful legs clamped around his neck and in one sudden motion the floor rose to become the roof as the world shifted around him and his head was roughtly slammed into the concrete floor of the warehouse with a soft crunching sound.
Releasing his previous victims corpse and remaining prone to avoid the hail of weapons fire and ki blasts that came in response to his performance his singular violet eye darted about the chaos of his environment in an instant, taking in his surroundings, recording the details and features of the landscape whilst his mind grinded like bladed steel wheels churning away in a factory as his plan of attack evolved in response to the new situation.
Flinging himself towards the third human from all fours like a pouncing tiger he wraps his arms firmly about the humans torso to prevent it from moving to blast him with its ki energies and sinks his long razor sharp teeth into its shoulder, biting through its clothes, skin, sinew and bone in a swift but brutal snap of his jaws and ripping a massive chunk from the being shoulder with a powerful rearing of his head, his victim barely had time to draw the breath it intended to use to scream before the shock overcame him and swept him away to the check-in station.
this time there was no response as its few surviving allies stared in shock and horror at the act of brutality turned canibalism as he swallowed whole what he'd ripped from the martial artist turned enforcers shoulder.
blood seeping from between his sharp teeth and dripping from his chin he rose to an upright standing position and assumed his fighting stance, allowing the humans before him to take a brief moment or two to gather their wits and prepare to fight back, futile as it might have been for them.
his patience extended just far enough for one of the horrified victims to be to raise their automatic weapon at him and scream as he fired blindly in his direction, pushing off the ground with his boots and pushing through the stream of the screaming weapons shower of lead and nickel like drops of particularly dense and heavy water rolling off his scar-tissue hardened hide, driving his fist into the upper right of the humans chest cavity with bone warping force, bending his ribs and crushing the heart beneath them in an instant, the humans scream turning to a choked gurgle as blood exploded from his mouth, carried by the explosive collapsing of the organ and proceeded to slump to the floor dead.
turning his attention back to the final opponent he faced he was shocked to find this human, scarred in appearance and equally hardened in heart in the face of his brutal rampage through those he'd considered business partners and possibly rivals had spent the time given to him not running but preparing and charging a Ki attack in the centre of his extended palm.
This unlike most of the things he'd faced this night, might prove actually dangerous to him.
Good.
Taking a head on stand facing the martial artist he too began to draw upon as much ki as his demon body could stand to hold and then some, violet eye blazing with purple light as the geometic pattern of curling lines that covered him began to glow with building energies within as he prepared to honour his opponent with witnessing his ultimate technique.
the next few moments stretched on to an eternity in the eyes of the adrenaline flooded warriors minds till after the last few aching seconds they both found themselves ready, the martial artist releasing his attack with a thundering kiai towards the terrifying demon before him.
in response Xelaritas waited those few moments more for the attack to draw close enough, crossing his arms over his chest as if to guards right up untill the surging yellow energywave was about to impact, he suddenly flung them back and with a monstrously inhuman scream he let his ki run wild, leaking from his every pour and orifice in a tidal wave of dark purple black in what seemed to be an uncontrolled explosion of power, however both he and the martial artist he faced knew better, ot was no mere explosive wave but rather a swirling mass of razor-sharp ki threads that lashed and grinded upon the world around them and each other as they expanded, cutting thing they pressed upon into their component molecules as slowly but surely they surged forwards consuming the ki wave fired into them like a particularly long noodle as they steadily advanced.
the martial artist for his part pushed, pushed with all his might against the glimmering, shredding wall of energy but it was to no avail, this was no ordinary technique xelaritas used, it was a terrifying explosion of his latent demonic power accumulated from the ambient light of the makyo stars radiant energies far and away exceeding what he would normally be capable of producing, straining his body beyond its natural limiters imposed to prevent self destructive breaches of his physical capabilities.
that and it hurt like home, for the wall of cutting, grating whistling razor threads of ki bore down not only upon his environment but himself as they whittled away at his body flaying away molecular layer after layer of his skin as they worked their way to the core of his body as each and every one had erupted from one of his pours but been spun by his bodies core.
he kept it going until he simply couldn't any more and once the threads faded he found himself stood in a perfectly hemispherical crater in the concrete where the warehouse used to be, the only proof of its existence and that of his victims were four puddles of finely chopped salsa seeping slowly towards its centre.
huffing and puffing from the exertion he decided to make himself scarce before any particularly conniving enemies decided to take advantage of his exausted state, floating limply into the air and streaking away in a blazing aura of purple-black ki towards the sanctuary of his makeshift home away from home.
blooded and exhausted from the sheer exertion of his ultimate technique he could do little more than laugh to himself as city gave way to forrest beneath him and he collapsed, crashing like a meteorite into the particular stretch of gnarled and ancient woodlands he'd claimed for himself amidst the seething arboreal carpet and allowed himself to sleep it off in the crater.
the animals knew better than to bother him. so he could rest free of harassment by opportunistic predators and scavengers alike.