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Post subject: Side Story: Of Great and Vile  Posted: July 29th, 2010, 9:06 pm |
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Chris gated into the north of the city, he'd left his team of youths on assignment a few miles away, he could feel them still but chose to handle this. He walked into a busy restaurant and sat down at the far table, the waitress brought him a glass of iced tea and walked away. Chris stared curious then felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
" Well hello, Brother."
Chris resisted drawing the sword from his cane in public. " We are not brothers Jacob, No blood of mine could ever do what you have."
Jacob spun about on the other side of the booth leaning over the table with his fingers in a steeple. His cold black eyes gleaming like obsidian. " This is true. We are not blood, yet you once forgot that fact did you not? Just like you did with William, our third little member."
Chris shot his gaze away his hand white from clamping on the silver head of his cane. " William is a feral beast, a Zealot of blind faith. I left him behind years ago. I could never understand why I have yet to find my true Blood family." He said with a sharp edge in his tone.
Jacob chuckled, his white incisors glistening like pearls and sharp a razors. " You do have Jessica."
Chris furrowed his gaze, azure energy licking the rims of his sun glasses. " You touch her and I swear I'll nuke your whole damn city!"
Jacob looked around as the crowded area silenced for a moment and then quickly forgot and began eating. " You must be careful Chris, else you send us all to hell in a flaming hand basket." he sneered.
Chris rose and tapped the table with a few coins to pay for the drink. " Stay away from those under my protection Jacob. Go live in your dark city with the soulless beasts you call friends."
he walked out calmly the door closing behind him as he came face to face with a darker shadow from his past. The old man before him wore shining silver crusader armor adorned with wings and feather styles, his gray hair slightly long and shaggy hanging in strands over his face, His hands rested on a greatsword driven into the earth. Chris cocked a brow then walked by.
" Do I not elicit any greetings?" the old man stated defiantly.
Chris stopped but did not so much as look over his shoulder " Your no better then Jacob."
" Am I not? Then blame my cursed daughter for having your wretched blood! She spoke ill of me and damned me to this life of unceasing travel and death."
Chris spun about driving the man against a far wall with barely a wave of his hand. His eyes slowly frosted over to the glacial blue of his Aegis welling within. He surged ahead and faced the man tearing his sunglasses off showing his eyes. " Your forget old man. I'm not the only Charim, I'm not the only Atlantian left alive. we had millions at one point, dozens of lineages and families! Until people like you screwed it up for all of us. Hunters, Atlantians obsessed with humanity and the prophecy"
" Prophecy is powerful if allowed to rule you Christian." The deep bass voice echoed in his head like a sonic crash. Chris turned finding a aged but youthful man standing in the alley, dressed in black pants with dress shoes of the finest leather and a elegant button down shirt under a old fashioned cape that draped over his shoulders with regal bearing. His eyes glinted with soft summer green and his skin tone mirrored Christians perfectly.
The man approached grabbing Christians shoulder and gently pushing him away from William before staring at the old man. " William. I am sick of my grandson walking this world alone His father like you was a zealot a pig in noble robes. Leave us."
William moved to speak but his mouth closed with a mumble as he walked away.
Chris returned his sunglasses to his face and moved to leave. The man stopped him gently, " Christian please may we speak?"
Anger boiled but he kept it repressed, His tone mellowed. " Grandson? Tristan, you realize I've been without you for nearly 2 centuries? Why do you show now, Grandfather."
The mans green eyes glazed with pain, to see Christian so cold, this was not the lad he held on his knee at birth who giggled and laughed with innocence. " Christian. What has happened?"
"You don't know? Surprising." His voice was so cold it almost froze the air.
" Chris, I was sealed the Dal'Ku, the fallen ones they kept me in slumber. Tell me please where is Adonis? why does a child sit on his throne?"
Chris turned to face the man, his mind raced. He placed a hand on Tristans cheek and allowed his uncle to witness his memories, every moment his face grew paler, horror and agony raking across his eyes and skin. He gasped and pulled away breathing heavily his hand clawing at his face to erase the images. He stumbled to a knee trying to make sense of it.
" Now you know."
" No! Gods above what has happened?! Adonis dead? Jacob and William alive? Where are our others? So many lost, gods, what have we done?"
Chris stared coldly, " We? I've spent my life fighting the darkness you and my father set free! I'm the freaking scapegoat for the worlds problems." He threw his arms out and turned slowly, " hear their praise?"
Tristan rose slowly, staggering under the weight. "No. These prophecies are lies! You are not meant to be like, This! It cannot be. Behold"
Lightning shot from the sky forming in Tristans hands, there sat a book hovering. Bound in leather with rubies and azurites on the spine. The older Atlantian grabbed it and spun through the pages rapidly. Growing ever more panicked. "No! The great book, nothing is as it should be. Christian tell me please, tell me there are others alive of our people."
Chris shook his head soberly. " None. Just myself, my team and family and two other families I know about. Even then we have nothing. Face it, I'm just the destroyer."
Tristan lunged grabbing Chris by his shoulders " NO! You are not the one destined to end us. heavens help me, We must be safe to speak, do you have a place?"
Chris nodded warping them to his throne room. Tristan staggered at the beauty, " Heavens. It's like I remember it. Even the throne. Chris what do you know of our history."
Chris sat on his throne and shrugged. " Only what Jacob lets fly. I'm not a god of prophecy."
Tristan sat in Dominics chair, tears in his eyes at the great grandson he had not known, nor had he been their at his birth as was tradition. He looked around seeing pictures of Jessica, still so beautiful. Trisha who he loved from the moment her family broached her wedding to Christian. Dominic and Ash, this was his family and he'd let it suffer in grief.
" Jacob is the liar as ever. Christian years ago, your father and William fell out, William wanted to lord over the humans, your father objected saying it was not our place to be active in the world and seen.
Jacob was never even human, he was the first, the greatest vampire born from the shadow in Adonis' soul then set free to breed and give William and his ilk, the Zealots a reason to push your father into action.
I objected of course, My grandson would never be so drawn into a war. But Jacob betrayed us. He led the darkest horde we could imagine clean up to our gates, corrupted our people and watched as we set ourselves against the earth. The Titans played no small part in it, tempting Jacob with power and dominion over everything.
I thought he was killed years ago, If he's alive then his ilk are far stronger then ever and they are corrupting the strands of fate and destiny. Christian in our time they were a scourge on the planet, feeding and turning anything they touched. Our order was founded to destroy their gods."
" Gods? I did not hear that right."
" I'm afraid you did. these fallen ones, are the remnants of the vampiric gods. years ago we sealed them and I assume Jacob had one bonded to him. Meaning he's intending on trying to take you down. Christian, your not the destroyer people assume. There are two of you, one who will destroy the light to bring in darkness and peace under a regime of fear and death. You are the destroyer of shadow, our greatest weapon against these foul creatures. A blessing to us in our time of need because none of us in generations before could kill a god or titan. You are a balancing blade against the shadow."
Chris turned away coldly, " Like anyone will believe that. All i ever hear is how I'm destined to end the world. I'm frankly, sick of it."
Tristan nodded understanding his grandsons words. " I can imagine. Chris listen please I had no idea, I only recently broke free and now I'm here, together we can stop Jacob. Tell me about your friends and family. Please?"
Chris sat and reclined spilling the tales of the past years in a much detail as he could muster. His grandfather sat attentively, laughing and joking with him, relaying stories f his own. For the first time in a while Chris was not the oldest of the group and thus could let go of his authority.
" So, you here to stay?" Chris asked.
" I shall never miss another day of my life with family. Had I been able to I would have taken that throne without hesitation. But now that you are upon it, I shall never waver from your aid. I may not be gifted like you are, but I am well versed in the mythology of our foe and in the Aegis. As a breathing Atlantian god, I will take this burden for you and support you."
Chris wanted to thank him but of late he had no emotional need to really relate to anyone. His senses sharpened as his mind veered to the material world, two energy signatures, scared and alone.
" Apologies but I have to go." Chris rose and grabbed his cane clicking the blade into a locked position. Tristan rose and walked with him. " You do not walk alone not anymore."
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"When God didn't like what he created, he washed it all away in 40 days and 40 nights. I will do it in three" -Magneto
" You want to Screw with Artemis, Screw with Artemis.
You wanna Screw with me.....Make out a Will" Savitar (Dark-Hunter Novels)
"Cowards don't always die a thousand deaths, Sometimes heroes do to" - Sin (Dark-Hunter Novels)
Per Mare - Per Terras
Nemo Me Impune Lacessit
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Post subject: Re: Side Story: Of Great and Vile Posted: August 1st, 2010, 1:04 am |
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Chris and Tristan gated into the city, arriving at a small abandoned building. Chris looked up at the condemned apartment building with a short sigh. Why did all these gates land him in a depressing spot?
Chris felt his right arm tingle a bit, of late strange sensations were the norm so he thought nothing of it when his combat claw slowly materialized over his right hand. the silver claws clanked and grated against one another as he flexed his fingers swiftly checking their secure adjustments. Tristan looked down admiring the weapon, he lifted Christians hand up and glanced at it. " Hrmm, this is your weapon form? Impressive, silver finger armor ending in claw like blades at the finger tips, excellent mobility, silver and gold palm and backhand riveted plates for defense, a leather glove under for better insulation and to prevent nerve damage. I'm very impressed."
Chris snatched his hand away flexing it again, something felt off but he had little time for that now.Best to not worry about it and move along. he walked into the formerly occupied door frame and inhaled. His eyes shifted to a cold glacial blue, his vision altered turning the whole of reality into a ghostly image full of energy lines, currents and beating hearts. Tristan nodded again, " Huh? Chris is that?" He grabbed his grandsons head and spun him around to gaze at his eyes.
" Tyraphim vision, new addition though it's hard to control. We have two young ones on the fourth floor. Gonna help me?"
Tristan's face shifted from concern to stoic agreement as he nodded reaching down and pulling a ornate celtic broadsword from his belt. The two stayed together moving slowly up the stairs. On the fourth floor Chris abruptly stopped, his fangs emerging in a snarl.
" Chris? what is it?"
"Smells like weres, but it's not. I know this energy sensation. Dur'Kul."
Tristan steeled his face " Soul harvesters. Blasted demons, where?"
" The whole building, crawling in the walls. We better move it."
The two moved with silken perfection scaling the stairs with alert stance and a expertly trained skill at covering attack angles. Chris gripped his right hand on a railing as it seemed to undulate under his grip, he looked at it with a sickened grimace. The final floor loomed yet it was covered in bleak ice, spears of the stuff hung dangerously from the walls and ceiling. Christians claws scraped against it, the cold silver talon burned quickly through it, only to see it freeze solid again moments after. Chris felt the hairs on the back of his neck tingle, His body whipped around claw grabbing a harvester by his throat. The thing was grotesque, looking like a emaciated cross between a human, bat, baboon and wolf. thick shaggy black matted fur covered it's body and skin stretched tight over the bones with no visible muscle to back up it's obvious power.
Chris pulled his face away from the things slavering teeth and whip like tongue with a gag of sickness. Tristan walked closer his sword showing in the light, he gagged at the thing before driving his blade tween the beasts ribs and twisting, the beats howled and dissolved into a black slime. " Ugh good gods! They don't dust, they goo! Yuck. My hand man, bleh!" Chris shook his hand the foul goop slowly slopping off of his claw. Finally he ignited his powers burning it away in a glowing flame.
He gawked and pulled his hand away watching the fire. This was now freaky, His usual black and deep purple flame was suddenly a woven mix of glacial ice and azure deep blue evenly mixed with a creepy cold amethyst violet. " Da hell? Um, whats wrong with my powers, this is supposed to be the destroyers flame, not well, this. It's usually like creepy black and deep purple. so, whats the hell?"
Tristan walked up slowly half smiling. " Chris, what do you know of the powers you have?"
Chris shot him a look " Do not tell me the rules changed."
He shook his head no, " Christian, still so hasty. Being who you are the destroyers power molds to the user, naturally it's a black flame, that's it's larval form. Like all powers as you awaken yourself it's power matures. Any moron can get a black flame but this, this is the true state of things. each color represents one of your spiritual wells of power, the Glacial blue for the tiger, cold and calculating but dangerous and deadly. The amethyst for your raven, elegant and graceful to behold but aloof. The Azure is a royal color of the Tyraphim. Amazing that you achieved it, even your father was sorely weak in this power. Humph, grandson I am proud, come now."
Tristan walked away leaving Chris blinking like a scolded child, he followed his grandfather into the doorway half laughing at the absurd moment, to find the king of all heaven being schooled by his oldest relative? good grief he'd never hear the end of this. The two walked on, dispatching harvesters as they attacked with little trouble. They arrived in a one bedroom apartment, it was warded heavily with strange energy.
Chris rested his hand on it and closed his eyes, he spoke evenly " Atlantian mystics. No question." His clawed right hand gently touched the door, the magics shattered off the door like a broken glass pane. He tried to open it and found it barred from the other side.
" Go away! Don;t make me hurt you!" came a voice from inside, sounded male, maybe 28 to 34 bout Christians age in mortal years.
Chris moved to the door handle and twisted it, the door broke outwards as a clawed hand drove itself into Christians face, he fell backwards over the stair rails and down several stories the hand still on his face forcing him down. His eyes activated sensing more Atlantian energy it was overflowing, primal and afraid.
The impact jarred him, his head hit first and cracked the tiled floor of the entryway, his body almost floating down seconds after with no less pain from impact. The heavy shadow lurched off him and sped back up the stairs. Chris shook his head groaned and kicked to his feet like a true martial artist.
" Like hell." he said coiling into a crouch, moments later he flared his powers forming his mask in a swift sweep of his claw across his face and kicking off the ground leaving a deep crater as he shot up the central opening at a solid clip. he grabbed the banister flipped over and landed beside Tristan with a huff of annoyance.
The shadow sped into him and skidded to a halt, Chris took sight and almost gawked behind his mask. The figure was clearly humanoid but a shell of what seemed like Jaguar armor forged from metallic crystal and metal encased him, his legs and arms were covered in the elegant armor, both hands ended in what seemed like retractable claws and more armor that was far sturdier then Christians weapon. A sharp dagger tipped tail whipped around naturally behind him made of the same material, his head was encased in a roaring Jaguar head forming a elegant helm the red crystal over his eyes slid back, then the whole helmet split and collapsed down back around his neck revealing a youthful face.
The lad has deep emerald eyes, fire red hair kept spiked hard so it sprang back into barbs after the helmet retracted and a somewhat pale complexion. He stared at Chris his knees quaking under his armor. " Please don't kill me, leave us alone." he said under a deep quiver in his voice.
Chris sighed his mask splitting down the middle and vanishing. he looked up at the kid and gave him a droll stare. " Shane, wheres your sister?"
The youth rushed Chris hugging him while thanking the gods half a dozen times. Chris just stood there looking about annoyed before he pried himself free. " Do that again and I'll turn you into BBQ you get me? Wheres Dirdre?"
A young woman emerged from the room walking silently she wore simple clothes, jeans, a top her deep brown hair tied back with a bandanna holding it in a pony tail her innocent blue eyes staring at him. Her lower mouth and jaw were covered by a simple white silken shawl that was tied around her neck to hide her mouth, a golden Atlantian emblem for silence was embroidered on it. She did not speak but nodded gently. Chris regarded her and smiled. " Still not speaking Dirdre?"
She shook her head innocently and went to her brother lacing her arms around his with a shred of fear. Chris gave it to them, they instantly recognized his potential. " Sit rep Shane."
" We took shelter here after they hunted us down. They were after Dirdre, she's been having nightmares again and well we know shes a Xypherhim so we tend to stay mobile. I was trying to contact you but our father is prowling around so we had to stay hidden. I'm working on fumes by Aegis is shitty, I actually wanted to kill you with that blow but barely managed to knock you off balance."
Chris chuckled " Kid I let you. if I wanted it I could have bounced your hard skull off a shield of energy so dense a nuke would barely register. Trust me, now lets get you to Atlantis."
A black energy explosion broke the windows and shook the building. Outside a huge demon was fighting something. Chris felt it, another Atlantian but his energy was sadistic and dark, he instantly recognized it. " Whats Kain doing here Shane?"
the youth looked shocked, he averted his gaze, " He helped us. Said he wanted to get to you to broach amnesty for himself."
Chris stood back Kain was infamous, the last Atlantian soul taker, a warrior capable of destroying corrupted souls, problem was his own angel guide was corrupted into one that fed on the evil souls Kain destroyed, He'd die without a flow of them. Made him dark and while powerful he was a psychopath on his best days.
Tristan looked out the window regarding the battle. " He's weak, not fed in weeks. Gonna die Christian."
Chris threw his head back and all but shouted "God dammit! Stay here everyone and do not make me say this again."
He jumped out the window, landing on a knee with a bit of pain from a 12 story drop. Kain came flying out of the far alley back first hitting the wall near Chris with a agonizing cry of pain. His black and purple body armor was all but shattered. revealing his skin in some spots where the clothing under it was shredded. His long stark white hair framed his actually young face of a battle hardened 37 year old male with deep turquoise eyes. Kain was different somehow, like he denied himself the feeding his powers needed.
Blood poured from his mouth as he rose quaking, he set eyes on Christians azure blue cloak and dropped to his knees. " Ugh, my king, I must beg forgiveness. I know you banished me but, Shane and Dirdre needed help. Please"
Chris turned back, showing his masked face, Kain dropped to his fists and knees bowing deeply. " Finally, we have a true homeland. I abide your death sentence sire, slay me after I get those kids to safety."
this was not the Kain Chris remembered, The darkness in his soul was still painfully there but compassion and logic tempered it now. He turned back, his power rising as the hulking beast emerged it's claw raking along the building. the humanoid thing was radiating deep black shadow like energy it's black raven feathered wings flapped with fury, the beats head looked like a cross between a bat and human it's mouth distended grossly revealing overlarge fangs and a shrill scream.
" Hrm. Class four demon harvester. Lovely." Chris scanned the beast it reeked of Jacobs stench, he must have summoned it. Chris had a super sized can of whup just waiting to be broken open on that ass hat. One day, oh it will be a pleasure to rip his black heart out and make him watch it beat in Christians hand. He found several deep wounds on the thing, Kain had hit the creature hard and wounded it deeply. Impressive. he knew he could never kill it, the thing was old enough to be classified as a demigod or elemental, perfect for Chris.
" Ok slime ball, shall we dance?" Chris said flexing his clawed hand the silver claws rattled against one another eager. Chris felt the claw burn on his hand, it wanted blood.
" Lord of the sun! dinner for me!" clamored the creature as it sprinted ahead and lunged. A barbed tail whipping around over it's head, Chris shifted his weight sliding to the side gently. Something was way off. This thing barely had speed to close on him much less enough he could not easily dodge. He turned his head up seeing a bolt of black energy scream down and drive him into the asphalt like a comet.
he groaned as his neck hurt from the impact and got up realizing he was driven back a quarter mile leaving a deep trench in the road. His mask reactivated on impulse his body armor shot up around him as he rose. A second bolt shot his way, his breath went cold as he looked it head on and shouted, energy met energy as the two clashed inches away from Christians body, the sheer pressure of his energy was enough to shatter the attack after a few seconds. Jacob shot down from a rooftop in his full demonic form, landing with a crash and standing before Chris towering over him on cloven hooves and standing at least 10ft tall. His deep red bat wings blotted out the moonlight.
" Morning brother. Did you enjoy my greeting card?"
Tristan felt his breath hang in his throat, Jacob was alive and well in all truth. he moved to step outside but Shane stopped him, forcing him back. " No. Chris cannot yet stop him, you must help me pull him away Shane please."
The youth shook his head no and kept forcing the old elder back to safety.
Chris looked up, his headband forming now with those elegant breathtaking wings forming at his back forming graceful folds of light flapping wistfully in the mist of the night. Then all hell broke loose. Chris yelled and went after Jacob with a predators fury. The two exchanged blows evenly for what seemed like forever, neither one got off more then a glancing shot in a flurry of attacks that few could track.
Chris recoiled and shot his hand forward, his wings broke into dozens of bladed energy ribbons shooting forth at Jacob, the huge demon bounced into the air and laughed. Chris reared back cocking his arm, energy cracking around his hand as a small orb formed then condensed within another.
Tristan looked on, astonished that Chris had learned not only stage 4 Aegis but the blaster shell power of his forefathers. This child was a prodigy to learn this most holy technique without help. he stared in concern as Chris dropped to his knee his right arm, in a spasm of pain.
" Awww, little brother got hurt already? Did I break you?" Jacob said mockingly.
Chris writhed in pain as a cold fire burned down his arm, His Aegis armor tore away to the skin as a slow tribal like flame etched it's way into his skin, His bicep convulsed like never before sending pain to his entire body as a idealized emblem of a tigers face etched into his skin near his shoulder, embraced by a raven with black wings and supported by two other wings and a sword, a Celtic knot worked it's way around the whole icon then laced down his arm like a serpent, meeting the flame design and weaving together in a single elegant maze work of flames and knots. The mark banded completely around his arm at the bicep and forearm but otherwise remained on the outside of his arms skin.
Jacob looked on enjoying Christians cries of pain. The pain ended and Chris collapsed to his hands and knees gasping for air, it felt like someone had burned every line of this mark into his skin one agonizing stab at a time. His hand twitched uncontrollably as his claw reformed breaking out of the marking around the back of his hand as a crimson energy then solidifying into it's normal form. Accept for the new sword design on the back of his hand engraved in the silver of the guard.
" Gods....The right arm of the destroyer.....he actually is the chosen one?" Tristan recalled the legends of the one born and chosen to send the evils of this world to oblivion and the only one capable of ending the lives of the gods and titans alike. The Cosmic sword against the events to come and the threats even now approaching earth from far off.
" The Tyr'Charim sword finally reborn."
Chris rose unsteady his arm hurt like hell. Jacob moved to attack, Chris found his power shoot out of him and blast Jacob back without his conscious say so. his energy roared completely manifesting his Aegis again in full form. He looked ahead and Grinned widely under his mask. His right arm raised and burned with the flames from before, the cold glacial blue energy arced around his whole arm with a fury unseen.
" You didn't break me Jacob. You just pissed the Tiger off!"
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"When God didn't like what he created, he washed it all away in 40 days and 40 nights. I will do it in three" -Magneto
" You want to Screw with Artemis, Screw with Artemis.
You wanna Screw with me.....Make out a Will" Savitar (Dark-Hunter Novels)
"Cowards don't always die a thousand deaths, Sometimes heroes do to" - Sin (Dark-Hunter Novels)
Per Mare - Per Terras
Nemo Me Impune Lacessit
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Post subject: Re: Side Story: Of Great and Vile Posted: August 1st, 2010, 6:27 pm |
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Jacobs Demonic body stepped back, His deep red eyes almost went wide.
Chris looked over his arm, the intricate tattoo pulsing, cold blue lightning arced over his whole arm, licking it gently and menacingly like a charge building in a storm cloud. he glanced at his shoulder where the anchor mark sat, the back of his hand as well bearing a solar star of 8 points with a blade within it etched on the back of the silver guard. He marveled at the intricate details, almost taken back, if not for the 10 foot demonic evil bastard that hovered a few feet away.
His eyes steadied the air hummed with a chanting drone, in a language Chris could not understand. 9 shadows glowed brightly around the area standing atop buildings, the source of the chant. Jacob howled, his hands raking the sky, wings violently flailing about. " Cease this prattle! You cannot imprison me again." Jacob howled.
" Jacob, we don't intend to imprison you. We intend to destroy you. You and all your foul ilk."
Jacob howled, his wings flapped spewing smoke and more demonic imp like things into the skies. Chris grinned His hand lashed out deep azure lightning spewed from his fingertips, the blast wave rocket the ground every imp was covered in spiraling energy that crushed it within seconds. Jacob leered down at Christian who tisked shaking his finger in a chiding manner. " Play nice Jacob. Focus here."
Jacob howled and drove his immense body down at his brother, both clawed hands impacting squarely in a hammer blow onto Christian. Jacob was unhinged he drove his fists into the ground rapidly screaming and howling like a mad beast. " Die! DIE!"
Fatigued he stood back on unsteady legs, his wings sagged eyes dimmed. Chris remained standing in the smoke. His right hand twitched and the claws slowly retracted, sliding back and clamping down forming a jointed armor on his fingers. He twitched it again, the armor snapped forward unhinged and extended the claws, Chris nodded to himself, dual modes. Attack allowed for more finger movement less armor and the claws, defensive mode turned his claws into a protective armor over the fingers which given the seeming importance of his right hand, made sense. Ok, next bit to figure out, what the hell this was all about.
Jacob looked back at Tristan who's staff was a blaze with white flames, he waved it and drove the demonic Jacob back a few steps. " You foul beast. I shudder to imagine what we ever did to allow you to be born and risen. remember the power Atlantis has over your kind, we were slaying your people before you and your bastard elders were born.
Christian activate your arm and drive this beast away."
Chris looked puzzled " Um, what?"
" Bossman, yo" Raven materialized on his shoulder bouncing happily. " Listen, That arm is the sacred gift of your station, The tatto symbolized the unity of flesh and the three spiritual wells of power you have. Me the cat, and Tyron. It's supported by a sword, which is what you are, a living weapon against bastards like Jacob. Your emblem sits on the back of your hand, the royal sigil, a 8 pointed star around a winged sword who's blade points at the earth. The sword of heaven.
The star has a special meaning, Your Aegis allows you to tap the destroyers energy, which has eight sides, each point representing a crime that opens one up to your powers. The Eight virtues that held Atlantis together and supported free will and justice. Breaking any of them brands a target for weakness against you.
Look just hold your hand up and let me do my thing."
Chris nodded holding his hand out, Raven cawed and bounced to his clenched fist, The emblem on his hand armor pulsed and shot off the metal plate hovering in the air. The star grew to embrace Christians arm like a shield of luminescent energy. Each point hovered under a single letter, Atlantian script. The sword hovered between the stars points the wings on the hilt splayed with grand intensity.
" Now we get to the fun part. Hey Jacob, smile!"
Jacob bellowed a challenge, rushing forward. Chris moved to step back but Tristans staff pushed him forward. " Not to sound stupid but my main weapons tied up so i need to kinda duck."
" Ugh bossman, watch."
Jacobs hand came down on the star like energy, his skin was set a blaze instantly forcing him to recoil and stagger backward, his mouth distended revealing the huge set of upper and lower fangs as he screamed.
" Christian command the power, ask it to aid you. Adapt your energy"
Chris looked back, " Wait. So, lemme clear this, This arm is a foci, part of my powers, it acts like a resonator that draws my energy and keep it focused and controlled. Hence the insanely intricate designs, the flames and knot work act to tap and channel the energy in a stable manner like a power circuit.
This odd star thing is my energy judge, Once my foe hit's it, the sword spins, I assume then it locks onto one of these odd words and refocuses my power to compromise and destroy my current foe. it;s like some sick game show of spin the wheel of death."
Tristan laughed from his belly " HA! Lad you have a way with words. essentially yes but rather you can tell your power how to refocus, and your almost right, the words are attacks, special powers that your arm and the destroyer allows. In time you'll learn their meanings. Every power you use to date is on that star, this is simply, well, Like a channel selector it tells your arm what power to sink your energy into, removes the instability.
" Now the question is, how did you activate it?"
Raven bounced on Christians arm, " Hey now, no dissing the Raven bozo." The bird pointed his wing at Tristan who chuckled.
Chris looked up at the burning crest and focused, making out only one of the script words, His blast shell attack. The one next to it, shimmered brightly then translated itself. Chris looked at it with a squinted eye.
"Divine Blade"
Chris closed his eyes and focused His hand reached out and tapped the word hanging in the air, emitting a low thrumming tone as the hovering sword started to spin then locked on the word, energy surged and Chris gently drove his hand through the symbol which dissolved into a storm of energy that laced it's way around his arm seeping into his skin then forcing his tattoo to hum and pulsate as energy coursed down the intricate pattern making it glow a cold glacial blue.
" This. Is. Weird." Chris said moving his arm as the mark stabilized and hummed gently.
Jacobs hand lashed down, the claws driving into the ground and pinning Chris down between his fingers. " You expect me to stand by while you get the hang of this little gameshow power you have?"
Chris grinned " Course not. That would make my life easy. By the way your breath reeks!"
Jacob sneered and drove his claws deeper into the ground pinning Chris under a severe pressure. " You think I cannot kill you here. That I don't have tools to use against you?"
" Nope, I think your scared, cause you know I'd just come back in a different body and whup your demonic butt back again. Now please. Get off."
Chris tensed hos body as Jacobs hand was blown backwards off him by unseen force. he winced as his palm turned a blackened char from the energy.
Chris stood and in a single motion rose his hand then drove it downward. Jacob looked up only to find a huge energy blade as wide and tall as he was drive down onto his skull from the skies itself. " What!" he cried as the edge drove through his chest and pinned him to the ground
Chris walked steadily, More demons sprang up. his hand clenched the odd symbol appeared smaller over his hand, the blade rotated again, then settled on a new word before vanishing and lacing energy again around his arm. The kings arm shot sideways, Energy raced along his fingers, the clawed edged shone for a second before he slashed in the air, every swipe created a deadly energy wave in the air, the moment he said a word the wave rotated splintering into a hail of smaller energy waves. The area was filled with blood and energy within a few short seconds.
Tristan gawked, the absurd ease of this attack was mind blowing. dozens of smaller demons kept rushing and failing to get anywhere near Chris. " Jacob. I wanted to forgive you. But you betrayed me, and my family."
His hand clenched, the symbol appeared again the blade rotated and locked onto a third icon. lacing around his arm to focus the energy. Chris balled his fist and wound back, In one sweeping punch he took a quick hop step and drove his fist into Jacobs chest just as he rose, The impact sounded like a bomb exploding, Jacob winced as the combined energy wave his like a aftershock, traveling down Christians arm like a energy spike, jutting off his skin and through the intricate markings like a spiked ripple of energy or a shark beneath the water. it came to his hand, ceased then flared instantly and drove forward, the wide broad beam of energy shot Jacob clean away like a rag doll head over heels. he smashed into a building which crumbled onto him his wings flapping madly like a crippled bat.
Chris sighed, " Ok He's dead. now let get." he was driven face first into the nearest wall by a shot of raw power. Chris bounced off thankful the mask soaked the impact. he turned to watch Jacob rise with a twisted fanged snarl.
" Impossible, That beam attack was what killed Jacob nearly a century ago."
Chris tilted his head wincing under the mask. " Apparently I'm weaker or he's way stronger. Cause i figured he'd have a hole in his chest not a light burn mark. we got a problem."
" Why are you using your weakest attacks? Dude unload with the top three." raven said bounding from his left to right shoulder. Chris looked puzzled.
" Ugh, dumb ass. Look the star points show the relative power of the attack. 8 points three at the top and bottom two at the sides, two crosses angled and twisted if you wanna think like that. or a smaller four pointed star under a larger whatever you got 8 attacks. The top three points are your heavy hitters, your using your bottom of the barrel god killers. He's a elder demon, stop playing!"
the Bird actually smacked Chris upside his head with a wing sharply and scowled. Oh this Raven was dinner later on.
Chris focused, the icon reformed around the back of his hand and the sword spun. Jacob screamed and took wing, vanishing in a cloud of black mist just a few feet off the ground.
" Dammit! That bastard." Chris nudged his arm and the armor upon it retracted intricately back into the star and sword icon that was embroidered onto his black combat gloves. He assumed it was etched into his skin but found nothing, just a final band of flame and knot work around his wrist. He returned his glove to his hand fastened his sword to his belt and turned to leave.
He turned and walked right into a strange man with a shadowy cloak. His face was hidden by a black hood keeping him in shadow as his head tilted strangely. Chris stared him down "Dude back off."
The man drew back, long black fangs gleaned in his grim smile. A inky black aura emerged around him as Chris drew back, On impulse his arm flashed activating his armor, his fingers twitched as the claws extended with a flash of light.
" Huh. Jacob sent his attack dog. Hello Brutus"
The beast threw aside his cape to reveal a human clad in black armor with a black cloak that oozed around him as if it had sentience. " Hello majesty. I'm afraid my master wishes me to detain you. Well us to detain you brothers"
Chris glanced around, half a dozen more walked from the shadows dressed like ancient Greek warriors down to the sandals and armor, if not for their almost fire red glowing eyes, they may have passed for mortals. Chris grumbled " Cute, you brought along Spartans. Adorable. Listen guys.."
Chris shoved Tristan aside ducking under a spear thrust. His full aegis activated as he jumped back from a shield blow, their shields alone could slices someones head clean off.
He steadied his stance and suddenly realized something, His Aegis armor was radically different. His cloak was gone, headband had merged into a upper shield with the mask. Around his shoulders sat molded armor with azure blue straps, almost like roman armor had leather, each one bore a steely shine even though they moved like normal leather attached to the armor. He glanced at them seeing razor sharp edges along their spear like tips. the sudden though was disrupted by the realization his whole Aegis seems way lighter, more tactical and jointed for movement. he also noted that there was a complete lack of armor on his right arm from the shoulder down to his leather glove that held his claw accepting the shoulder armor. His eyes went a bit wide, just enough to duck under a sword swipe and roll away.
" Huh, ok I wonder.." Chris barely finished his thought before a spear came hurtling through the air at his head. his mind saw it, And the straps on his shoulders suddenly lengthened, shot forward and smacked the spear away with a sound of steel clashing with steel. Chris shook his head, double taking. The ribbons seemed to react like the old energy ones but these things, their whole edges were razor sharp, like secondary blade whips that reacted to his mental commands apparently. he did a quick count. Two half circles one around each arm, the back and half the side to his bicep. 10 total ribbons or whatever they were, he did a quick name ponder, assault blades seemed to fit.
They pulsed with energy retracting and weaving together to form wings of energy at his back before separating and retracting. Chris moved ahead, His eyes darted from target to target as he engaged the whole group at once. The armor moved and followed his speed perfectly, His arm brushed a sword cut aside even as he turned to stomp a shield out of the way and drive his fist into the spartans chin hard.
Brutus emerged from the group with his black fangs glowing, a wicked looking trident in his hands spinning about. Chris smiled at him, driving his foot upside the head of a armored soldier with a mid air roundhouse, landing enough to sweep another while ducking under a sword thrust.
" You are good. HA!" His spear drove down impacting the earth with a explosive blast. Chris rolled into a crouch then leaned on his knee. he felt his energy well starting to bleed out. Raven was out of the contest, tiger was half juice, he wanted to end it before Tyron got to bat.
" Come now Christian, attack me." Chris winced as the icon appeared on his back hand again the sword rotated to the left middle point. Chris looked down to see the back armor on his hand slide apart then back like a sword hilt, Not ten seconds later energy shot down his arm forming a 5ft long double edged blade that rose and clamped down like a solid energy beam over his knuckles.
" Da hell?" he said moving his fingers to find the blade did not move, it was like a solid energy blade jutting from the metal armor on his hand. Energy rippled around his arm sustaining the weapon.
" Huh, wonder if it works."
Brutus came down with his weapon, Chris shot his hand up and the weapon caught the shaft of the trident as solidly as any normal sword. Given Chris was used to his claw using this was no much harder. he rose with a thrust forcing Brutus back. Chris dug his boots in and launched another slash that craved a light shadow in the air. he missed and cut down a lamp post cleanly with barely and trouble.
The two went into a full combat mode, blow and blocks rained down at impossible speeds. The only sound heard was the clang of the weapons during blocks. two soldiers rushed Chris, He jumped back and spun in the air the sword on his arm pulsed then as he landed seemed to extend to cut the soldiers down swiftly and cleanly. he spun on a knee and broke the shield of another with a deadly punch the blade drove clean through the black metal like it was air.
Chris looked back his left arm pointing at three spartan soldiers running. His assault blades shot forth like angry snakes winding through the air with a severe keen, they swatted the soldiers weapons away bend and blocked expertly and finally smacked them away with a sonic clamor. His head whipped back as Brutus returned with his weapon pulsing from hellfire. The tip drove into Christians chest and exploded in a solid stream of fire.
Brutus laughed moments before a silver fist drove out of the flame punching him square in the jaw and making his jawbone rock sideways as he spun backwards in a stumble. Chris darted out of the flames showing the fact that his energy wings could shield him for a short time. Inside Chris felt the tiger well go dry, Tyron took over surging his energy in a last ditch bet to end this.
His arm cocked back, the icon of the star and sword appeared, the sword spun around locking on the left tip point. Energy ran along his arm the back plate of his hand armor snapped closed, the claws retracted to over his fingers like jointed armor. His hand opened clawed fingers raking the air as he ran dragging crackling lines of energy behind them. Chris stopped short, driving his arm forward through the air with a clawed hand that at the last second straightened into a clean crisp punch
The energy rocked the area and shot down along the length of his arm with uncanny force. The lightning like power surged rolling around his whole arm as it traveled, at his wrist it balled on the top of his hand, keened then in a suddenly flash of light slammed forward turning into a giant narrow spear of light. Brutus screamed as the spear hit and drove through him Pinning his body to a building wall, energy paralyzing him in a agonizing spasm.
Chris watched the smoke echo off his arm like he just took a hot shower. he turned back as the spear suddenly drove deeper into the wall, the foul demon hybrid screamed in agony. Tristan walked up proud. " The Judgment lance. Impressive" Chris shot him a look. " My arm is smoking. lemme repeat that Smoking!"
" That attack launches a spear hotter then the sun, once it hist a victim is redoubles their lifes crimes upon them. Right now he;s experiencing every evil he;s ever done from the eyes of his victims. every agonizing detail until they die and he moves along. he;s already mentally dead, now it's just a matter of time before."
Brutus screamed as his body flashed with light then slowly turned into raw crystal, slowly crusting over and breaking into dust part by part until his body was gone. Chris held his throbbing arm, that shot took a chunk of his remaining energy, a kill shot yes but if he ever missed, well it'd be like throwing away half his power for nothing.
Tristan regarded the sky where Jacob had vanished. " He's stronger then ever Christian, we may need to rethink our plans."
Chris shook his arm removing his Aegis with no small amount of pain as he walked away defiantly down to the city. " No" Chris said not breaking his focused deadly strides " I'm gonna kill em, Then I'm gonna send him crying to meet annihilation personally"
" Now where do we head?" Tristan asked. Keeping pace.
Chris sped up his stride, " To meet your Great Grandsons."
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"When God didn't like what he created, he washed it all away in 40 days and 40 nights. I will do it in three" -Magneto
" You want to Screw with Artemis, Screw with Artemis.
You wanna Screw with me.....Make out a Will" Savitar (Dark-Hunter Novels)
"Cowards don't always die a thousand deaths, Sometimes heroes do to" - Sin (Dark-Hunter Novels)
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Post subject: Re: Side Story: Of Great and Vile Posted: August 6th, 2010, 12:09 am |
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Chris winced as his arm sent itself into a spin of pain. Jacob had vanished, again, and he was miles from the assault team. The fight took a toll, these new powers ripped his energy reserves into chunks Raven and Tiger were completely offline and asleep psychically speaking Only his Tyraphim guide was remotely online and even then speaking in angellic terms he was occupied with healing the physical damage done during the conflict.
Weary and half asleep from the pain he walked down a fire escape stairway off the roof where he stood and moved to meet the team on the far side of the city, again. he made it to the street when the hairs on his neck spiked.
He looked around, barely able to use his ability to sense exact energy signatures. The ground swelled and he looked down finding a rip in the dimensio0nal fabric, scintillating colors not ground stood below his feet. His body hurt, ached on a level he'd not felt since his Aegis woke up. He simply fell into the gate, as it closed a sigh escaped.
Chris woke up on a cold marble floor, The floor of his throne room, or a exact replica of it. Slowly he rose, his right arm was still on fire, he put some pressure on it and bit back a yell of pain.
" Bout time. I've been waiting for you to wake up. Kain did say you were hard to fatigue. Jacobs wounded so rest assured he won't be back for a time." The voice was a high tenor sounding young and masculine
He sat back, not really sat but fell backwards as his legs gave out. His right eye squinted open revealing a older gentlemen in his late fifties with long blue hair and a neatly trimmed goatee dyed black. Physically he was average, not well built but not flabby, decent. His cold frozen red eyes stared at him intensely with his hands clasped over a black wood cane topped with a huge blood ruby.
Ahhh my king is awake. And so young this time. You may call me Zane My true name shall for now be kept hidden."
Chris chuckled. " Zane Damien Marellius. Praetor of the Atlantian imperial army. Oh I remember you Zane."
The man smirked in a mocking way. " Interesting. Your remember fragments. Living without a memory is troubling, Try sleeping in a crystal brick for eleven thousand years. That's not fun. Kain was once my hunter, I let him free to locate you. Jacob betrayed him and drove him into my arms, such a skilled assassin."
Chris winced as another round of pain jabbed his body. " Eh, what is it you want, and where are we?"
Zane chuckled circling Chris with his cane stomping the ground to the tune of some old song. " Yes well, Tristan foresaw these events, seems you awoke your powers Far to early for your body to sustain. I am here to teach."
Chris winced holding his arm. "Can't, gotta save kids."
Zane reamed him upside his head with the cane, " FOOL! This is the dimensional boundary. You sit within the expanses of the kingdom of stratos. A day here is barely 20 seconds in your world. Kain and Tristan will secure them whilst you remain.
It's time you understood what being a Tyr'Charim means Christian. You are but a pup of our noble order, with powers even I cannot understand. It's time you learned. Behind our ancient wheel of might."
His cane flashed, illuminating a wall of glowing energy and a star of 16 points, along them was written word in ancient Atlantian, at the central intersecting lines more words. Chris rose defiantly " Sorry gotta go."
The air dumped on him like a cement truck, his body shot back to the ground and was pinned there. Chris moved his hands but the rest barely flinched. Zane eyed him " You are here to learn and understand. I will not be made a liar. Now listen.
In the beginning there were many cultures, but ours remained secret. Oh the humans assumed they knew of us, they were of course wrong. We were born when the gatekeeper foresaw the rise of gods and immortals. Our whole society was formed for a reason, to keep those inhuman beasts in line. Our powers were called many things. Aegis was commonly held as the standard but it was after Jacob and his kind started the war that our powers shifted.
You see There are 4 castes, or groupings of our military order yes all Atlantians had the potential for power but the military was the sword our people held and cherished.
leading us were the Charim, our god kings of old. Also given the sobriquet of Guardians. Within the Charim four unique families emerged, they rose to leadership because of their pure blood and their immense wells of power.
The very top of the peak were the Tyr'Charim, The Destroyers. The people who gave their name to the Charim. The Tyr were the masters of all, capable alone of killing and destroying damn near anything gods or immortals created. Their powers were held within a trinity of spiritual wells, like yours.
The Al'Charim, also called the restorers whos powers allowed them to restore, replenish, and rejuvenation to anything. They held the concept of mercy, and thus usually worked as healers of the finest grades.
The Hjal'Charim, reshapers who's powers could mold and reshape the very world around them to their whims. Because of their threat many were exiled or kept under a ancient curse that kept them from ever realizing their true powers. You of course broke it by freeing Jason. Typical of you.
Dar'Charim, The Creators who created all life and could also undo fake lives like ghosts and of course vampires.
it's not too much to understand is it?"
Chris flared his eyes but Zane's will held him pinned like a bug to the floor.
" Wonderful, Now the four others were simply put as thus.
Somnorel, keepers of the dream world comprised of the Cor'Norel, Lah'Norel, Mar'Norel, and Sko'Norel clans.
The Lycaron, keepers of the material and swords of honor and justice made of the four clans. Phoenicol, Egalian, Tigarion and Serpentaric. each comprised of a specific kind of seeker and hunter. You can assume their icons, yes. the four great beasts of our mythology. Phoenix, Tiger, Eagle, and Serpent. Representing the four dimensions of reality, Mystic, Heaven, Earth, and the underworld.
Finally the Xypharal, beings who's powers controlled the universe and who's lineages i dare not name. Following?"
Again Chris raged against his restraints and got nowhere.
" Lovely. Now then.
it was years after Jacob set about his mad war that the Charim and then eventually the rest manifested a strange new power we dubbed Magus Aegi. Their Aegis power, out of nowhere spontaneously evolved into a more mighty form.
The Charim had what we dubbed Bio-Magus or Harma-Magus Aegi depending on whom you asked. either term applied. though the Vulcan-Magus were the mightier of the two. In either case the Aegis bound itself to the users flesh with a unknown energy, powering the users body directly like a symbiont or guardian of the wielders body. In every case if bound to a limb or eye, usually the arms legs, in rare cases the chest or eye.
This odd binding allowed the user to tap, without his Aegis power even active, his full Atlantian potential. It's why your Aegis rarely shows, that brand on your arm is the Aegis. I assume you know we Atlantians are a special kind of immortal both human and at the same time a being of untold cosmic potential. God kings barely fit us in the prime we enjoyed millenia ago. Regardless, Your Aegis has matured.
The other forms will be shown to you when I and Tristan deem your ready."
" I'm not a child Zane." Chris all but yelled.
Zane cast him a cold glare, " Um, no you very much are! Do you comprehend the magnitude of my powers, of Tristans? of yours even. Allowing Rage to fuel your Aegis is a mistake, it consumes you. That will have to change.
Now then lets just go ahead and unleash your powers in full. This will of course hurt because your buffers are offline. enjoy."
Chris stared then was overcome with blinding pain, his right hand clawed as his body felt like it was being slowly impaled by spikes. Zane walked around him slowly, " When a Bio-Magus Aegi awakens it reveals its own identity to the user by flooding his body with every shred of stored power. Your right arm my lad has been consuming ambient energy for most of your life, converting that to one of your three batteries, or spirits and allowing them to grow. I simply opened the spigot. Hurts don;t it.?"
Zane smiled in a sadistic manner as Chris convulsed on the floor screaming in pain. His hair shifted color, from the deep raven black to a cold ice blue, his eyes pulsed again to that same color only turning completely cold blue no iris or whites to be seen just frozen cold orbs of power His teeth elongated like they always did into small fangs at the canines.
" Oh does it hurt? Pity, anyway where was I? Ah yes.
You see my dear nephew is it ok if i call you that? wonderful. Nephew I always adored calling my students that name. So familial makes me feel better when i make them scream in pain.Take the guilt away you see. as i was saying, Bio-Magus are unique they contain a single compound sentience, like a soul, merged and formed from the collective might of your spiritual wells of power each lends something each gets a say in the powers usage.
In this world there are many styles or powers, but rare is one that is a trinity, three united as one. You seem to be our red headed step child, or blue headed one in any case. Still to control you power you need to understand the flow. This planet is covered in lines of power, ancient ley lines that give life to us all. For some ungodly reason you seem unable to tap them and thus replenish your powers. it's why you get so weak after battle. Most of us meditate, tap the energy of the world, soak it up and go abut our day.
God your weak. And stop screaming! Lords of the stars how can you stand being this pathetic? and a Tyr'Charim at that? Now then, I've been hunting for you for ages, I almost had you at the battle of reform years ago. Zeus almost did my job for me but somehow you pulled that out of your ass. So I was forced to lay off until your Grand pappy gave me the order. Now however your all mine.
You will master your arm and it's powers. Each of your guides has a elemental affinity, it's why you stupidly have multiple combat styles. it's also why your arm had to manually select attacks up till now. That however changes. Now lets begin the lessons."
He tapped his cane on the ground and Chris convulsed again free writhing in agony as energy spun it's way along the intricate pattern on his arm. His hand bent in ways that were not humanly possible. His screams muffled under the burden into a bloody mouth and mild muffled howls.
" Ahh music. Now then. Raven seems to control your Crimson lightning. Tiger your Oblivion Flames, and Tyron, your uncanny ability to manipulate solar energy. Gods know why you draw so much power from that floating blob and his guardians but whatever."
Chris managed to sit upright, his left hand clenched around his right wrist holding it from breaking off his body in a violent spasm " Solar? Thats light energy yes?"
Zane sneered like he was teaching an infant. " Gods no! Look the p0lanets have an energy all their own, Two in particular for some gods unknown reason power you like a beloved child."
Chris blinked and stared at Zane " Mercury and the Sun." He said calmly.
Zane raked him with a sneer, " yes my special needs king. Merciry and the Sun. the two rulers of our systems of powers, Jupiter thinks he runs the place but without wisdom and power he's a dork with biceps. It's a rare thing that one of our kind gets the celstial blessings. You somehow got two when you should have none. It's why your powers continually evolve, Mercury adapts your body to your needs when the targets change."
The info clicked in Christians head, " Wait, so my ability to adapt? Thats not me, that Mercury filtering attacks and damage, scanning the profile and feeding Sun the info on how to counter. My powers aren't changing at all but the scale of my powers is, in order to counter and nullify my targets."
Again Zane clapped like cheering a depraved lunatic. " Huzzah! He's not mentally lame after all. Yes. The planets always play a role in our lives, understanding their influence on us makes us Atlantians, it's why the gods hated us. We had their secrets by the balls and them along with it. At our leisure a Tyr'Charim could walk outside, link up with the planets draw down that endless well of talents and power and use it to obliterate the gods with a sneeze."
Chris looked at the back of his hand, the elegant marking that ended with a eye surrounded by a 8 pointed star. " each point is a planetary alliance. Tyr'Charim destroy because they can unify all eight in a single being. Godkillers in a literal sense. We can lock away the gods power wells, absorb whatever they throw, then while they are weakened and mortal we throw the combined might at em and blow em to hell with a bow tied hand basket. "
Zane again clapped " Dare I push your feeble brain to extend the logic into why your powers were unstable?"
Chris looked at him smugly wincing at the pain that seared him to his soul. " I was denying who I was, Trying to force guides and powers that were not within my reach. it opened me to Hyperion and his ilk, corrupted me on some level. Like an addict i was dependent on them and not my own will. All Atlantians draw power from one of the universal forces. Planets, Life, Nature and Death. It's why the Charim were so mighty, our hub is the planets."
Zane smugly glanced aside " Finally the awakening of the foolish. You can't run from this anylonger. To handle Jacob, to kill a god of death and a hybrid Xypheral to boot you need all eight fronts of power. Your sole guides cannot maintain that so they creates your Perfect guardian, a spiritual construct that dwells within your true will as a being to balance your power with your guides, the compound trinity.
You will slowly learn what planet donates what energy, Every Charim does, few get to master it but you will. Now Dare I ask why you only now realize it?"
" Because Jacob controls Pluto. The final one, a demi planet with immense powers. He stole that power from the Atlantians didn't he?"
Zane actually looked impressed. " Yes. The humans ignored Neptune and Pluto in their planetary charts because they never had a understanding of the might to be had there. Jacob when he went rogue stole the soul of our sacred guard to Plutos power, and by extension that power. Neptune remained safe. But Jacobs demonic soul combined with the raw null energy of that blasted mini planet means we cannot let down our guard.
Only the Destroyer, the sword of the Atlantis with the combined force of the other 8 planets can stall, absorb and nullify that bastard. It's how you wounded him, for a small instant your rage triggered a planetary harmony within you.
His plan is stupidly simple, assemble the Vampire gods and steal the planetary powers from us, with them he will rule all. I only thank the almighty ones you managed to hide our greatest weapons from him. This has become your war Christian, to keep safe our sacred texts and powers as we are reborn anew.
Humanity cannot stand against Jacob, he knows too much of our magics and with them our weakness."
Chris stood his arm finally under a calm, " It's because I'm pure Atlantian, that's why I can tap the gods energies too, I was raised by them, blended their powers with mine. Made it so Jacob can't steal my powers by drinking my blood. I'm a threat, My sons a bigger threat because of who he is.
he wants an Atlantian, if the elders drink from our blood..."
Zane nodded coldly " he will understand hwo to steal our essence by drinking blood, it's the crux in his plans, he needs one of your family or your brothers family and he has one we believe. Thought we no not who. Chris. Be careful please. if you fall, we won;t have another capable of helping the Atlantian youths to live in peace."
Zane's eyes teared with remorse, Chris knew Zane watched his own children and wife killed in the first war between Jacob and the elders of Atlantis. Chris clenched his right hand, " I'll train under you. learn from you and my Grandfather. Jacobs head will be my trophy."
Zane smirked " Show me, Let me witness it's awakening." His cane tapped the floor as he squared his body and rested both hands on the cane and ruby.
Chris inclined his head, His right hand rose, the markings pulsed with a deep blue energy. His body tensed slightly as he exhaled the words his body wanted to hear. " Come on out, Primus"
His arm burst into flame, the fire shifted colors through a spectrum unseen by man in all the ages of time, deep red, cold purple, blue, yellow, white and all colors around and between. The storm of fury kicked up as Chris grinned wallowing in the supreme rush of adrenaline and pleasure this power gave him, it was a high of natural realization of what one was, what ones destiny was and the comfort that now, finally he had a home and mission.
Chris let his rage go, allowed his victories to wash away and enjoyed his life of memories with those he loved. Energy washed over him like a wave of water, His hair and eyes turned the same cold blue color, his clothing remained as they were but billowed slightly in a wind gust. His arm returned to his senses the entire length of the marking visibly lit with power. His powers activated with a whisper, forming a silver bracelet around his wrist that connected to his right glove like they were one piece, the silver linked with the glove to form a elegant tracing of the star and eye on the plate that covered the back of his hand. each of his knuckles had a small silver guard that swept up and out to contour to his fist and deliver punching power, the silver stopped at the first joint of his fingers just below the knuckles.
His shoulder was gently draped in a elegant gold armor that wrapped completely around from one side to the other and spread to cover his body in a ornate breastplate molded to his abs and muscles but left his arm bare but for the glove. His mask had changed to a pair of ice blue mirrored glasses that seemed to be one piece. A silver hilt of a sword rested at his right collarbone held in place by a elegant silver lacing of celtic scroll work.
His lower body remained without armor but for a set of shin guards made of elegant titanium silver that cupped his knees, shins and the upper part of his boots then laced around his calves tightly and comfortably molding to his muscle tone and joints.
He exhaled, Looking at the change and finding he felt so light, was this it? so simple? But he felt the power like a surge of electricity through his body. He bounced on the balls of his feet he almost took off skyward from a simple spring. Zane was kneeling, his head bowed his cane on the floor.
" My liege. I greet you to your new era and people."
Chris walked over and pulled Zane up. " No holding back, on me or my team, we need your intelligence and wisdom Zane. You served my father for years. Will you serve me with the same stern devotion?"
Zane closed his eyes and wiped away a tear, seeing the cold arrogant prick cry hurt Chris on some odd emotional level. " Until the end of time my king. I swear to you my body mind and soul until you choose to end all three."
Chris nodded, his hand whipped out opening a gate. " I gotta save my kid. I swear, I'll be back for you and we'll head home."
Zane nodded quietly. No comment, no wise ass grin. " My king." he said calmly and quietly.
Chris walked into the gate his right hand flexing energy arcing about it " Ok Jacob. The Tigers on the hunt. Run little deer, run fast cause I'm hungry and pissed off."
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"When God didn't like what he created, he washed it all away in 40 days and 40 nights. I will do it in three" -Magneto
" You want to Screw with Artemis, Screw with Artemis.
You wanna Screw with me.....Make out a Will" Savitar (Dark-Hunter Novels)
"Cowards don't always die a thousand deaths, Sometimes heroes do to" - Sin (Dark-Hunter Novels)
Per Mare - Per Terras
Nemo Me Impune Lacessit
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Post subject: Re: Side Story: Of Great and Vile Posted: August 10th, 2010, 12:12 am |
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The boundary, the time space between reality and the dimensions beyond. Chris walked into his gated universe using the power of the gates was risky, opening a lapse in time space to teleport faster then normal. in those old sci-fi novels they called it FTL or slipstream drives, same principle fold space time accelerate your speed and move between two distant points as what most would consider absurd speeds.
Chris moved his arm around, the new armor felt light and easy, his mask was replaced by a strange set of opaque blue reflective sunglasses, the one piece frames and lenses were custom fitted, the silver of the frames barely shown through the elegant blue mirror. he took a moment to consider the inside of these lenses. Apparently the gift of mercury, a small set of targeting cursors flitted within the lenses, tracking his distance, the stability of the gate, his power usage, the elemental composition of the dimension around him. Everything down to the smallest details of whatever was within his field of vision.
The gate went dark, crossing a realm of void dimension, the frames glowed and a single refresh line waved over them switching to some crazy Atlantian version of infra red low light magnification. They switched back, and Chris chuckled to himself. as the top bar of his lenses switched to a compass display line, an fed him personal info. His left lens switched to a weapons display, small little squares and intel reading. His Aegis was teaching him even now how to use his powers.
Zane walked behind him, the old Atlantian had gated in from a jump point. Chris chose to not speak openly, instead he took a small sense of utter weirdness from the old very godlike voice in his head, Primus likely. Speaking eloquently, calmly and watching the intel feed just as Chris was.
Chris flinched his right hand, it still kinda zinged here and there but not so much. he scanned his new abilities, finding a lovely few new tricks up his sleeve related to the gifts he had gained from the planets. he recalled Primus' opening lesson.
" Chris.
It's high time you realized why Atlantis was feared. we controlled the powers and gifts of the planets in our stars and system, Every one of our Charim gained this gift and only our royal families ever reached that high. You are a survivor because of these gifts we give. You are graced by several planets, but your guiding star thus far has been the father sun. Power and strength are yours because of him.
Learn well that each of your powers draws from one of the planets, and is unique to you alone. I am simply a ego within your mind, a purely spiritual construct designed to modulate and teach you about that right arm, which is a beacon and weapon at the same time. To understand what you can do you must uncover the blessings our universe has given. Each of your weapons is created from a planar energy, Learn them and their uses. Those glasses are Mercury at work. I've dubbed them Quicksilver Lens you'll also note they are linked to your armor and Aegis, so no more guessing on how much energy you have left. The rest you'll have to uncover."
Chris grinned, He found four distinct weapons in his arsenal. His Glasses which allowed him unparalleled intel and vision, but also his new blades. Mars it seemed was not without guile, no physical sword could stand up to his energy His old blade shattered the second he touched it. Thus Mars gifted him the Twin swords Oblivion and Devastation. Each looked like a simple hilt and cross guard of Atlantian design which appeared as a molded grip designed for one hand formed from smooth polished gold with silver etchings, the pommel held the symbol for mars, the cross guard was open where a blade should be and shaped like flames spreading from the hilt. In traditional Atlantian style it was elaborate, intricate and simple at the same time. One sat on his right collarbone raised in a holster on his armor, the other at his left hip in a custom holster as well. He had yet to test them, still marveling at how Atlantian designs for weapons mirrored modern teachings of balance and form.
Third on his list of weapons was the gift of Neptune. The shin guards bore Neptunes mark With a ability he called Liquid Distortion, with it active he could move along a slip stream, twice as fast as he ever could normally. It hurt like hell but made him capable of near instant strikes. And the use of a his new power Distortion Warp, using it he could move so fast he left a mirror image behind which was nothing but the residual energy from his own power traced in the air. Still if you didn't know it, you'd strike and miss entirely.
Finally the Sun his grand protector gave him his right arm, the destructive powers he loved, and a secondary power he called Solar Thunder Spheres. When active the crest on his right hand lit and fabricated 8 small crystalline orbs about 2 inches large and perfectly smoothed. The orbs were a sort of free mobility weapon, capable of creating shields between them, emitting beam and shots of energy, even feeding him images like remote cameras feeding into his Quicksilver Lense power which also linked them to his consciousness allowing him to control them from a instinctual sense rather then issuing orders. In his trials he could execute full combat strikes with the orbs on his flanks acting as small energy cannons and shields on impulse, That sort of coordinated fire amazed him, yes they were weak and though durable easily broken, still proper use could allow him to lay a serious hurt on anyone he wanted. Though locked he got the impression they could do even more, considering the Sun was in it's highest active phase at the time of his birth this power was the most deeply rooted in his soul.
The gate tunnel seemed to drag on Chris grumbled, his hand twitched and some of the 8 solar spheres formed rotating around his right arm in a serpentine orbit. Zane stood back, Chris stopped his march and glanced about.
" Primus, activate power scan."
His powers sprang to life, the small lenses of his glasses shifting to a mirrored cold blue color, his eyes darting between the intel feeds, a small targeting reticule scanning the aria shifting across his eyes. The cursor locked down mid line on his right eye, turning red with small data menus dropping down from the top of the frame. it looked like a strange computer interface that reacted all on it's own.
" Target locked, energy scan finished, subject identified......Profile uploading."
Chris waited as a small color image appeared on his lenses, the picture matched a profile Primus had on all gods still alive. He grumbled looking at the pantheon.
" Jeeze, why are the Greeks such a pain. Every time a god goes awol it's one of them."
Zane tilted his head. " My lord?" he asked.
" Helios, the sun god. Apollo always stole his spotlight so he's constantly bitching. I thought Lugh put his rabid ass down centuries ago. Guess is was wrong. We'd better handle this. Primus, open gate exit."
The long flowing tunnel opened someplace between the barrier dimension and the city that he was en route to. A open verdant field, of wheat and grains swayed in the warm summer breeze. This was not the city. Chris looked around, unable to get his bearings he turned to his gifts. " Primus, location please."
" Location confirmed via planetary charts, commencing uplink, location: The village of Hammerfell in what used to be Europe."
Chris moaned, his eyes rolling " Dammit! Man why do I have to make these stops. Gods it sucks being a slayer."
The two made their way through the grain fields arriving at a quaint rundown village. it's central hub was a strange shrine, one dedicated to Helios.
Zane raked it with a repugnant scowl. " Ugh, is this not breaking the treaty my liege? The gods are forbidden from using human worship to grow strong."
Chris nodded, the wind tussling his ice blue hair. " That was the provision of me allowing them to live. The Celts and Babylonians agreed without conditions But the others moaned and whined like old women. Figures they'd break the code one day. Well nothing to be had but end him and make an example."
The two walked around the town, scanning for threats and finding nothing but humans living a simple life with good friends and family around them. That was until they found a man sitting inside the massive temple on the outskirts of the city. The doors of wood and oak gently creaked open revealing a man in his late 30's with golden yellow hair bound back in a elegant braid, He wore an expensive suit and shirt, the ensemble must have cost double what any village could make in a lifetime.
Zane flanked Chris but kept silent as the young destroyer calmly walked into the area and stood behind the large podium at the temples far area. The man turned and leaned on the elegant marble that was carved by hand to resemble the rays of the sun. His chin rested on his palm, a golden bracelet dangled on his wrist.
" Well, now. is this not a honor. Young king, what brings you to my humble mortal abode?" The gods eyes flashed with white energy as he grinned innocently.
Chris leaned his weight on one leg crossing his arms over his chest as he stared the man up and down His brow furrowed just a bit over his silver framed glasses. " Helios. Didn't I kick your ass enough last year when I pimp slapped your father into the underworld? As I recall you tried to keep Zeus away from me and got taken out before I even arrived. How pathetic is that? Least Apollo Dies with a fight."
Helios raked Chris with a sneer, his lips wavered into a feral grin, " Heh, cute Christian. But you won't provoke me. I'm not breaking any rules and these humans need me. So due respect god killer but piss off."
" How about no. You know the laws Helios, jason and I forbid you from using human worship to gain power. What do you call this bit of flair? A carnival?" Chris pointed around the room with a mocking wave.
" I did nothing to encourage this. I assure you this was not my will." Helios replied moving from behind the podium with his hands clasped behind his back. He moved with feline grace as he strolled down the isle to meet Chris face to face.
" Now If you'll excuse me. I'm needed at home. father does get so annoyed when I take these walkabouts." The god pushed past and walked out the doors. Zane scowled then returned to Chris' side with a sigh and grumble.
" Sire, shall we not pursue?" He asked obviously annoyed.
" Can't no proof he's eating these humans devotional prayers for power. I'm not without my reasons but I don't want to kick start another war. Best to leave em alone until i have proof. Sides, Zeus is a child and I'd rather not listen to his whining about me killing another son. Gods he moaned for weeks on end at how unjust my killing of Apollo was."
Zane looked a bit puzzled. " But Apollo drank the sacrificial blood of his priestess thus gaining a huge power boost and killing the young innocent woman. You were justified."
Chris shook his head turning to leave. " Maybe, but he still tied my hand in court for a year trying to get immunity for their pantheon from the Charim enforcers. They'd have won the battle if not for the judge on hand."
" Who was it sire? The judge?" Zane asked turning to follow.
" Tristan, the Judicator was Tristan."
The two left walking outside to find Helios accepting gifts and tokens from the villagers, as annoyed as that made Chris it was not a punishable offense, the gods were allowed to exist and live on the grounds they not accept worship and force the issue. If it was given in praise then fine, free will is a pain sometimes. Chris just walked by Zane close in toe.
The two stopped a mile out of the village to take a break and open a new gate, Chris was about to give the command when his scanners broke into panic, several dozen targeting cursors sprang onto his lenses flitting about in a panic before setting on seven distinct targets and flashing crimson red. Chris stopped his actions and exhaled his head shaking slowly. " Gods they never learn. Listen guys lets not do this. Helios is asking for a ass kicking if you even raise a hand against us."
The grain fields swayed with a severe wind, the long wheat harvest peeled back revealing half a dozen soldiers clad in ancient armor with roman style gladius swords. Zane relaxed his grip placing both hands on the ruby gem atop his walking cane, the crystal pulsing gently. " sire shall I dispatch them?"
" No. I'll handle this. Helios stop hiding and come on down, don't make me hunt you like an animal."
Helios walked from the left field his hands in his pant pockets with his open blazer jacket billowing in the winds. " Well, you did make a threat. I must avenge my honor."
Chris grinned, still looking down at the god. " Like I didn't know that temple stole the life energy of your supplicants, I know about the resonant magics you people use to evade the laws. The scent of blood stained that place, but i was content to let you live. Must you change my mind?"
Helios removed his dark sunglasses eying Chris like a predator " Sadly yes, daddy dearest so hates you that I can gain favor if I kill you. Apologies but you need to go."
Chris looked up his glasses mirroring Helios' face back at him. " Ok, bring it on ya big overinflated ego."
Helios swatted his hand, creating a bolt of pure light that shot ahead driving into Christians armor with a crackle. Chris cocked a brow, " Please tell me, you can do better right. Cause that tickled."
Helios smiled " Heh, clever to use your power to shield. lets you and me tango."
Chris clenched his right hand into a fist then relaxed it opening his hand to Helios and cupping his fingers in a " bring it on" motion.
" Have at thee"
Helios' soldiers howled a cry and rushed through the fields. Chris turned his head motioning with his right hand. The small spheres shot into a ring spread out and created a intricate web of energy between them. The first soldier to cross was cut to ribbons in a mere heartbeat.
" What the hell? What are those abominations?"
Chris grinned " Atlantian planetary magic." His hand wave forward causing the spheres to break the web and fly upwards in a ring above his head. he snapped his fingers and grinned, each sphere came to life emitting a rain storm of energy blasts down from the sky soaking the area in destruction. Helios grumbled and ducked away.
Zane cheered like a rabid fangirl, clapping and hooting. " Ohhh magnificent my liege! such versatility from your powers." Chris had to agree, these new powers worked for him. The spheres lowered into a circular orbit around his body as he relaxed and took a scan of the current tactical situation.
" Accessing.... tactical readout complete. 4 soldiers remain 4 clicks west, Helios alive and undamaged"
Chris twisted his lips into a odd frown, " Figures. Ok Primus I want attack plan alpha, put the S.T.S's on attack standby support."
" Understood. Accessing spheres interface, commencing attack up link."
Chris reached over his shoulder his hand wrapping around the sword hilt at his back. He drew his blade, energy sparked to life forming a polished silver blade of energy in mere seconds. " Mars blade, Conquest online. Notice: Power relays stable."
Chris grumbled a thank you in the old Atlantian language. The blade spun about as Chris got the feel for the balance, the whole blade felt inhumanly perfect. Typical for Atlantian design. he looked to his feeds on the top of his lenses " Primus, activate up link, Conquest attack powers."
A small menu dropped down relaying every shred of info his Aegis had on the twin blades. Just enough to make hum understand they would do some major damage if he hit with em. He twirled it and shot the blade point first at Helios in a salute. the God cupped his hand forming his own elegant short sword and mirrored the action. " I'll enjoy killing you."
" This is a blade from Mars you numb skull bring every shred of power you got cause your going to need it to withstand it."
Helios lunged, driving his blade forward with astonishing speed. Chris leaned away and allowed his own sword to parry the blades grinding against one another. Chris smirked, his blade was so flawless, never had he felt such ease with a weapon. He pushed Helios back and moved to a new attack angle, he placed his shots, each swipe was crisp and precise along the vector he wanted to strike at. Helios was however no slouch he met each blow cleanly with excellent footwork.
" Not bad for a jock. Lets test your speed."
Helios seemed to go pale as Chris jumped at him and few into a elegantly precise combination of stabs and slices, the god blade danced in the air with complete certainty. Helios staggered back bluntly blocking as he kept stumbling around to anticipate the attacks directionality. Frustration showed on the sun gods face as Chris spun round and swatted Helios away with a single handed slash that sent the god up and back about 4 feet before he came down.
" Hrm. you got skill." Chris said spinning his blade round in a arc. His lenses kept active through the whole fight, anticipating attacks and locking down the weak spots on the sun god. Even now he had 5 solid targets where Helios constantly allowed his guard to drop.
" Your toying with me?!" Helios said, his eyes pulsing.
Chris smirked and nodded. " Come on then, show me what your name means."
Helios wound back and shot a stream of flame from his left hand, the fires drove into Chris who barely felt it, his Spheres or the S.T.S as he called them instantly formed on his chest and flew into a circle shield. He smirked at the amazing tools he had now. His left hand lowered to his hip and drew his second blade. With a simple swish of his wrist the silver titanium blade shot to life and hardened The two blades seemed to humm in the presence of one another as if pleased to be finally used together.
Chris dug his boot in and rushed around the shield with all due speed clashing with Helios blade as he barely saw the incoming attack. Helios grumbled as the second blade drove into his flank his arm caught the edge as it dug into his flesh. Chris kept pushing, his blades fanned out and came back with a fresh attack set, again and again Helios stumbled and missed his blocks having to duck or evade and loose ground.
" Your slowing down sun god."
" Your gonna die!" Helios roared as his arms shot out creating a corona of light and fire that forced Chris to hop back.
Chris stood calmly planning. Helios has the heat and fire but not Apollos combat tactics. that was a weak link he could exploit time to use that wisdom against the sun god.
Chris retracted his blade and holstered them, his hands shot to his side as the S.T.S took up orbit around his body slowly circling. " Primus, Engage S.T.S attack uplink. Pattern Nexus, center the assault charges on my attack points."
His lenses lit up with symbols as his Aegis coordinated the attack commands, his spheres seemed to understand as the strange symbols flitted across their crystal surfaces. " Up-link enabled. Attack pattern ready."
Chris nodded a thank you His right arm tensed as he rushed forward. Helios retaliated with a swipe of his hands emitting a scorching blast of flame at the ground. Chris jumped over driving his right leg into the gods shoulder before he landed and skidded sideways. Helios winced, when did Chris learn hand to hand combat tactics?
he turned around clapping his hands to create a wall of flame, Chris sprinted around and skidded low driving his fist into the sun gods thigh with a solid punch. Helios roared in anger swatting the young atlantian away with a blast of renewed flames. he looked around and found only smoke.
" Hey sun boy. Look up."
Helios did and saw Chris in the sky dropping down, his fist drove into the ground where Helios narrowly managed to evade and hop back. Chris looked forward showing his elongated fangs as the eight orbs shot from behind him. Helios could scarcely blink as the spheres started their attack patterns darting here and there while firing deadly energy bolts with snipers accuracy.
" What the hell are these things?! Dammit!" He winced as a shot tore into his ribs and another grazed his head drawing blood. His eyes could barely track the small spheres amidst the assault. Then he realized Chris was upon him.
Christians right arm pulsed for a split second before his body went into attack mode. His raven black hair spiked back turning a cold arctic blue, his powers surged enough to all but stifle Helios own flames like a candle being snuffed.
" Analysis completed, God Helios energy traces are recorded, engaging countermeasures."
Primus' voice made Chris smile " Primus, please engage destroyer combat options."
The lenses over his eyes flitted with a special icon that slowly turned a cold blue then locked and blinked. " destroyer options, at your will Chris"
" Lovely. Oblivion hammer."
Chris looked down, the detailed markings on his arm pulsed a deep blue then energy burst from his arm and spun' around it in a small tornado. " ready."
Chris landed and ducked a fireball, his left arm rose up to allow his hand to clamp around Helios arm and pull him closer. Helios screamed as Chris drove his right fist into the gods gut. The blow hit like a thunder clap, the shockwave vaporizing the gran beneath Chris and sending a visible energy streak up behind Helios' limp body.
" Lets have some fun pretty boy. Primus, engage Annihilation."
His arm twitched as his shoulder grew hot, the crest upon it pulsed and turned a steady frozen red color, the mark looking like a roaring tigers face with a ravens wings around it, supported by a horizontal sword. seemed to shift and quake. power rushed down the celtic and tribal patterns covering Christians arm like a spike in a electrical grid.
His head jerked up to meet Helios' gaze, Say high to Apollo. Let em know I kicked your ass, again."
Chris jerked his arm free then drove into the god with a blistering punch chain, hitting him half a dozen times, he felt the ribs break, muscles tear and organs rupture. His hand flew up driving into the gods chin so hard it lifted him off the ground. Chris followed through spinning around and driving his right fist into Helios chest just over hit heart.
Helios looked down at Chris, then realized the Atlantian was grinning. So he looked down farther seeing Christians fist hovering over his chest, he watched the energy shoot down Chris' arm rapidly and closed his eyes. Moments later he heard the keen of a massive energy build up. Chris jerked his arm back, as if cocking a gun. Moments later his boots skidded as his whole body was driven forward by a blast of flame from his back.
The blow hit Helios with such power he almost broke in half right there. First the sheer power of the fist, then the stored energy hit him like a jackhammer blow. He spat blood, eyes glazed over as his body went limp from the attacks power.
" C'ya"
Helios leaned back in mid air and screamed as a torrent of flame burst from his chest ripping his heart out for him to see it all. the giant flames coiled around him like a massive dragon lifting him in the air. he was in such pain he failed to even realize his body was slowly burning away, his legs were simply gone, half his arm was charred and turning to ash in the winds of the attack.
The last thing he managed to see was the giant maw of the energy born dragon lean down and crash into him.
Chris stood back as the explosion rocked the very earth. He felt it in his boots and bones. Even he stood and marveled.
" Primus, can I get an explanation please." he asked, unsure of what just happened.
" Course master. Attack database uploading. Accessing data. Attack modes. Enabled.
Aegis codename Primus has three attack modes currently enabled. Accessing data.
Mode Destroyer. Ranged combat profile, long distance attacks and energy output. Keyed technique, Arctic Dragon Fang. Attack recently executed: Accessing info..... Attack created a shell of raw energy molded into a dragon that burns away a targets body with good speed. danger level.....moderate due to energy soak.
Mode Annihilation: Weapons combat, mid range profile. Keyed technique......Raven Claw slash....danger level.....moderate.
Mode Oblivion: Close combat. Martial profile. Keyed technique......Raging Tiger Canon / Oblivion Tiger Roar. Danger level......high.: high energy soak, not advisable in long fights."
Chris blinked a few times " You have modes primus?"
" Indeed. I am a Vulcan- Magus Aegis. Given your absurd power reserves i must maintain a tight rule of order on how much and what power flows during combat. default mode is not worthy of special targets, thus I partitioned special energy levels and modes to allow better control and versatility, thus limiting trauma and energy drain. You object?"
" Um.....no, not really but......you sound really robotic right now."
Chris smiled at Zane who gave him a droll stare.
His lenses blinked a moment then projected a interface image out in front of him looking like a elegant man in a well fitted business suit. His stood with weight on one leg and arms folded over his chest. " Primus AI interface online. Commencing uplink>......
The man stared for a moment and then blinked. " Chris you are by now aware your powers are not entirely stupid. every planet has a ego a spirit that governs it. thus your powers need a guiding hand. I am simply a communal construct created by your three spiritual wells of power. I am designed to minimize damage to you and enhance your combat potential. Allowing your powers to rampage would be throwing potential out the door. So, since you seemed to want to civilize, I created this interface. I'm no different then your spiritual egos just more advanced.
Problems...?"
"Noooo. Look this is really freaky are all Aegi like this?"
The AI gave him a "duh" stare. " No Actually Trisha wanted a more advanced interface because she said and I quote ' Chris is a moron when it comes to power management, hows about a spiffy interface to keep him controlled and in line'"
Chris rolled his eyes. he had a chance for supreme cosmic power and Trisha derails it with her worrying and concern.
Typical.
Still there was no sense arguing with this. he had to admit he liked the new controls. it made him a better fighter and helped conserve the power he had for the attacks he needed.
" Ok Primus, answer me this, do my planetary powers run off your interface?"
" No. The Quicksilver Lens is a part of it yes, but individually they are not part of me, unless you command me to up-link, in which case i may control and modulate their attacks for you when you have not the time to focus on their powers. So the answer is a sound maybe. Normally no, but you can order them to merge with me for more efficient combat actions. As you just did."
He nodded. this was kinda cool, he was so used to worrying about his power drain and damage that he tended to fight with abandon, throwing his powers down with full brutal might and hoping for a quick finish. Now it seemed he'd matured completely, he could hang back, fight smart and tactical and only apply power when it was going to hit and not be wasted.
he turned round, opened a gate and moved to rally with his team.
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"When God didn't like what he created, he washed it all away in 40 days and 40 nights. I will do it in three" -Magneto
" You want to Screw with Artemis, Screw with Artemis.
You wanna Screw with me.....Make out a Will" Savitar (Dark-Hunter Novels)
"Cowards don't always die a thousand deaths, Sometimes heroes do to" - Sin (Dark-Hunter Novels)
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