In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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[attr="class","haniascroll"]The ice mage walked through the portal and looked around silently, it wasn't what he expected at all, more so as the sin that this bubble was revealed by Asmodeus himself. "Avarice..." he muttered to himself deep in thought as he brought up his hand, his thumb going to his cheek his index finger going to his forehead as the other three curled 'What has you so worried? It's not like you.' a voice 'I see you're back again, obviously, you don't know me if you don't think something like this would worry me.' he would reply as if having a conversation with another 'Okay, but you still haven't answered my question' the voice would state 'Avarice is something inherent within all living beings...' he sent back 'And you think that you are going to fail? You've never failed in anything you've tried before so why would you start here?' it would ask.
He didn't like how this voice seemed to think it knew him well but strangely it did soothe his mind quite a bit. 'My family can be prideful and arrogant and I managed to pass that place but then... Lucifer is still hanging around so we still might have to deal with him later.' he thought to himself, he brought his hand down as he heard Ard's voice talk to him "Hm?" he would say as if he hadn't been paying attention "I will hold you to it Captain." he said eventually, he'd bring his arm up his spirit taking form on it 'My sensory is fuzzy, go do some scouting.' he said to the spirit through their bond, soon enough the spirit took off and started to fly off to help his partner get his bearings "Remind me to train ki when we get done with this." he said to Ard ironically as if he could forget, still he disliked not knowing his surroundings.
It was then that he noticed his clothing and skin was blood red and grumbled "That bastard is paying for my new wardrobe." he said creating a block of ice the size of a snowball and started moving it over his skin allowing it to melt and clear the blood away. "I'm half tempted to resurrect that damned daemon just to kill him again for making me this filthy." his undertone sounded agitated but to those who didn't know him he would just sound the same. Hania had a thing about cleanliness, it was the reason he took four baths and had four changes of clothes before the sun had even got fully over the horizon. It wasn't a pride thing, it was his formative years and early life that had caused him to have such a need for order and cleanliness in his life.
He walked around looking over many of the armors worn and weapons used "Possibly around five to six hundred years?" he said squatting, giving an estimate but in honesty he believed that it was likely longer as he believed that this was when Clover may have been in its fledgling phase of life. He hadn't been in many wars, in fact, he had only entered into the tail end of the Diamond war and yet... this was all so familiar somehow. He stood straight and walked around a little more remaining within eyeshot of the others. He ignored the wails and cries around him, it wasn't that he was unfeeling but he knew that it was likely a distraction and would be used to make them waiver.
"Stop lying to yourself and to us sir... you are struggling, there is no shame in saying so attempting to hide it only puts yourself and everyone around you at risk." he was stern on this matter, he knew that both captains knew this man personally so if he knew that something was affecting him then they certainly did. He listened to Ard and started to follow Lucifer silently 'Is there anything you could be tempted by?' the voice from earlier would say to him 'Who knows, everyone craves something; it's just a matter of finding out what they crave.' he replied back.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
[attr="class","header"]Mammon the Avarice and Beelzebub the Gluttony
[break] Nero sighed, a soft smile appearing on his pale lips. You're right. I apologize. A Wizard King's greatest strength is hiding his pain, I'm afraid. Nonetheless, I will try not to burden you, but I will ask for help if needed. Let us keep pressing on. The former Wizard King gathered his strength, digging deep into the recesses of his soul and wrenching any power left in his temporary existence. He had not set foot in this desert in some time himself, but it was just the same as he remembered. There was always death here, always. [break][break] Something was wrong. Something deep within the dirt and rubble of this place began to rumble. The rumbling shook and nearly tossed the mages as the world around them began to crack and splinter. Through these massive splinters, they could see other realities. In one of them, they could see Sosshi burning, engulfed in blue flames. Far atop a decrepit building sat a bat-like creature, screeching toward the sky. In another they could see a wasteland, a Clover Kingdom reduced to a barren nothingness. In another was the Royal Palace crumbling as a Wizard King fought to defend it. This Wizard King was one Nero immediately recognized. [break][break] Artemis...it can't be.. The look on Nero's face was one they would not soon forget. He knew who this was and just like that, the cracks disappeared, but not without leaving a gift to the mages below. Before them stood not the Avaricious, but the Lord of Flies himself; Beelzebub. Ardere would recognize him immediately as the Lieutenant he defeated during the triple attack some time ago. He and Silas had rushed to the defense of separate cities, each resulting in the defeat of an Archdaemon's Lieutenant. How could Beelzebub be here? [break][break] Shit! Lucifer began to panic for a moment. The time fissures are getting bad. Father...what's going on?! He shouted as the horrific entity standing before them turned around. Shrouded in darkness and flies, he was a rotten form, forged of decaying flesh and rotten bone. There was no murderous intent, no anger to be felt from this creature, only hunger. Devouring, gluttonous hunger consumed them. The group could feel it seeping from his flesh as it nearly fell off his cracked bones. He was held together by hunger, only hunger. [break][break] I do believe your Crimson King killed my last Lieutenant of Gluttony. He has a habit of doing that, doesn’t he? Oh well. For here he is reborn. You see Time….glorious glorious….time…It fixes everything. Bending it to my will….I can change everything. I can reforge this world into something better. I can bring loved ones back from the dead. Here the Devils cannot control me! I control everything here and I will save this world from their hatred and evil by resetting it! [break][break] It was Asmodeus again. Was he doing this on purpose or was he simply losing himself in the power of time? Lucifer was clearly frustrated. Between the cracks in time and this appearance of Beelzebub, he had no idea what was going on. Dammit, father. This is not the plan. I have to know what is going on. But first, we fight. Behind him he could feel a growling, a deep, resounded growl. It was Mammon. [break][break] Standing behind them was a behemoth of a man, made of rock and stone, he was a golem of a Daemon. He was easily fifteen feet tall, built like a fighter. They were being cornered. You're not supposed to be here, Beelzebub. His hot breath could be seen even in this desert, as he stared straight past the mages toward the Lord of Flies. They were exchanging growls, as it appeared as if they would fight one another instead. This just keeps getting fucking better. Behind them was another crack in space and time, but this one did not hold another timeline. There was only swirling blue and purple inside of it, endless space. They were now presented with a choice; get involved in the fight between Archdaemon or flee into the portal.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Ardere placed a hand on Nero's shoulder. He owed a lot to this man, but they could not fool themselves in regards to his situation. They had to be careful. Hania is right. Please, be careful, Nero. Looking around, the desert was littered with bodies. If this was a few hundred years ago, then he had to imagine this was a conflict with the Spade. Leaning down to get a good look at some of the uniforms, his suspicions were confirmed. Unfortunately he was not allotted much time to take in his surroundings as the ground began to rumble and break. Time itself was splitting. [break][break] The Crimson Lion Captain watched as several timelines opened up before them, grabbing Nero and holding on to him tight so that he did not fall and hurt himself. He trusted Zaven and Hania could take care of themselves, and while Lucifer was temporarily their ally, he was not concerned with his well-being. Wait. The Kasai peered into a timeline that the others did not, and in it he saw Silas. There was his former apprentice, standing and smiling as he fought some unknown enemy. Silas! Reaching out for him, the fissure closed beyond his grasp. Grinding his teeth, he closed his eyes for a moment. He'd worked so hard to overcome his wretched memories, and here he was reacting like it never happened. A father never forgets his son. And he would not forget Silas. He was, however tasked with the safety of others he could not simply overlook. In that regard, he turned to face his comrades. Before he could speak, he felt an all too familiar, rancid magical aura. Beelzebub. [break][break] Ardere remembered Beelzebub all too well. Their fight in the Forsaken Region was not one he would soon forget. It was very early in his Captaincy. He was still learning how to be a man back then. It was in this fight that he mastered his King's Arsenal. Were his days as the Crimson King over? He was the Divine Dragon now, wasn't he? Peering down at his pale skin, he looked up to his enemy. Asmodeus' voice echoed across the chasms of this desert, but he did not falter due to it. He looked at Beelzebub the same way he did those years ago, with the intent to defeat him. [break][break] Behind them appeared another powerful magical presence: Mammon. Shit. They were pincered by two Archdaemon. This was not a fight they could easily win. As they were presented with a choice, Ardere chose to make a decision. These split second moments were what made great Captains. He could only trust that he was right. Grabbing Nero and handing him to Zaven, he gave his orders. Zaven. Take Nero into the portal. Hania, go with them. Lucifer and I will hold these two off for a moment before leaping in myself. Go! He had no desire to trust their safety to a Daemon, but he trusted Hania and Zaven to take care of Nero. He also trusted in the Prideful's knowledge of his brethren. Alright Lucifer. Let's make this quick. Tyr and Siegfried activated instinctively as a sprawling armor of flames crawled across Ardere's skin and his hair burst into a bonfire. Spiraling swords began to float behind his form as he readied himself for battle. He expected the Daemon to do the same. Launching the swords towards the Lord of Flies, he slammed his foot into the ground to create a gargantuan crevice in it. It was time to fight, even if just for a moment.
Name of Spell: King's Arsenal: Siegfried[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation[break] Range & Speed: 80 m area| 75 m/s[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Stats Effected: +22 Power[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Battle Knight, Signature Spell.[break] Description: This is Ardere's most often used spell, and one he learned from his father (It being a mirror of his father's signature spell). It has gotten stronger as he has, and this is the final version of this spell. He creates a massive sword out of flame. Being 2 meters in length it is long enough to match his own height but not too large to be awkward when wielding. The user can grab this sword, but they can also manipulate it in an 80 meter area, being 40 m radially around them-self. They can manipulate it to stab or slash or twirl, anything the user can think of. For every 50 control the user has, they can make an extra sword. These swords are powerful enough to cleave through stone and metal like it was butter, and limbs are just the same. These spells do have the ability to kill.[break] [break] Name of Spell: King's Flame: Tyr[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation/Physical Reinforcement[break] Range & Speed: Self | N/A[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Stats Effected: +Grand Strength[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Concussive Blows, Battle Knight, Brute, Herculean Strength.[break] Description: Ardere has used this spells for years, and is considered one of his most used spells. Based on the Ifrit spell Lysander used and the Abyss Armor Elizabeth utilized, this spell has been honed and practiced. The mage creates an armor of flame across his entire body, lighting his hair on fire in the process. This also causes his muscles to expand and strengthen as the PR aspect of it reinforces his strength. This allows him to punch holes in buildings, or even level them. The power of the flame and reinforcement are used in tandem to make this a monstrously terrifying offensive spell.
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[attr="class","haniascroll"]Hania remained still hearing Nero's voice "A Wizard King's greatest strength is also their greatest weakness it would seem." he wasn't pulling punches, this place was dangerous, more so, as his sensory was still quite fuzzy. "Also that is pride talking and given our current company I would be careful about being too prideful on such matters because you put everyone around you in danger." he warned not wanting to end up a victim of a daemon because of another timelines wizard king, to be honest, he refused to be put in any more danger than was required. He would allow Ard to deal with the man as he had a connection with Nero where he didn't, when he had become a magic knight Jagen had just taken the Wizard King mantle. "Are you in need of healing Wizard King?" he would ask his tone this time was respectful as he saw the taxed breathing.
He turned his attention towards Amostia in the hopes he would be able to get some information but something had yet to come back, but then that was to be expected with how vast the battlefield was. "I guess we should be grateful that it's only one battle and not a multitude, that would make it a bit harder to pinpoint." he stated turning his attention back to the weaponry and armour of the soldiers on both sides as he tried to figure out where in history they had found themselves. Hania had heard the rumbles but thought nothing of them, at least at first as there could be a natural explanation behind it although he doubted it. Soon enough they had become excessive and had caused him to almost lose his balance but he remained upright after changing his stance. 'I am not going to like the answer if I ask the question' he thought to himself.
Soon enough tares in the fabric of time could be seen, other timelines showing alternative endings to differing scenarios. This he didn't like "I knew I wasn't going to like the answer." he said with a calm tone. "Captain, stop he is gone!" he called out knowing this wasn't good "Remember which of the daemons we are facing now Avarice... greed..." he reminded him, greed was a simple sin to work out, it was the want of always wanting more than what one had. "Are you unsatisfied with me and my performance that you would wish your old vice-captain back in my stead?" he would ask an ordinary person would be hurt to even think of such a possibility but Hania was far from ordinary in many ways. This was his way of making Ard realize he should be happy with what he had and not wish for more.
He watched as even Lucifer seemed confused about what was happening, so he called Asmodeus to get some answers. It wasn't until then he noticed the other entity covered in flies, the melted rotting skin hanging onto the frame barely. Upon seeing the walking corpse he felt something, it wasn't exactly fear nor was it disgust, it was discomfort but it didn't even feel like his own but another person's. He couldn't help it given everything that happened since Jagen's announcement about these three archdaemons... the royalty so to speak. "Do I know this daemon?" he was so confused because he never forgot anything there was a sense of familiarity but not his own he needed answers but didn't expect the daemons would be forthcoming about such things even if he was to ask them, then again even if they were would he trust their words?
"The daemon of Gula... that would be Beelzebub" he spoke more to himself than to the others, he had never come across this daemon, then again he had never come across Leviathan but he knew what to say to him to get under his skin but then it didn't take a psychologist to understand that he had daddy issues. "Crimson King?" he said talking out to Asmodeus "Sorry, he died a while back... though he was reborn unlike that walking Halloween reject." he stated his eyes going back to the lord of Flies before turning his attention to Ard "Asmodeus is becoming as unhinged as the magic he wields if he isn't stopped and soon the last shattering we had will pale in comparison to the one he is attempting now." this threat was very real and the more Asmodeus's sanity unravelled itself the more he grew concerned.
"Are you as delusional as your aquatic brother was?" he would ask turning his attention to Lucifer who seemed frustrated "Did you really think he would keep to any kind of plan you created, more so during war?" he sighed and shook his head "I'm starting to think you are as if not more naive than my cousin Amaya and that girl is a ditzy socialite who believes that the world is not only sugar and rainbows but that the kingdom should be painted in different shades of pink." he wasn't even kidding on that one. "During war plans change and both sides adapt accordingly, we've got you as an ally at current and one other son has fallen on top of this, two people who shouldn't be here meaning your father is not only going loopy but changing the plan due to the unforeseen predicaments" he informed him.
Hearing the growl he sighed "And now Avarice has joined us now, this has just gotten more complicated" he knew this was dangerous but he couldn't help but feel somewhere between frustrated and irritated, he didn't want to deal with this at all. It was clear that the two daemons were ready to fight each other which suited him just fine, he would make the shaved ice so they could watch and just take out the injured winner but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy. He noticed the purple and blue swirling portal, he picked up one of the swords and poked it through it, leaving it for a few seconds before bringing it back to see what could be on the other side. Even if that was their only way out there was no way he'd go into it if he had even a shred of concern that it could be dangerous.
Hearing Ard give him an order he just stood there "No." he said in a nonchalant tone, he knew that Ard was his direct captain and so he should follow the order but he refused. "You will get through that portal first and I don't care if I have to throw you through it myself." his tone was calm the entire time but it was clear it wasn't making an idle threat, Ard would be going through that portal before he did. "Besides, out of those of us who were sent here, I'm the only one not injured from another fight." Ard and Zaven were still both injured from Amon to varying degrees and he could already see Nero was struggling. "Now, are you walking through the portal on your own or am I throwing you? I would prefer the former so you keep your dignity in check." he said allowing Ard to decide before it was decided for him.
Seeing the divine dragon activate spells he could only groan why was he surrounded by idiots who lacked survival instincts, before to much damage could be done he moved in front of Ard "Go! Now! I'll be right behind you! And this isn't a request, this is an order Ard... you might be in charge of this endeavour but I've been given direct orders by Jaegen to get you back home safe. So go!" if nothing else the Ravencrest were loyal to the kingdom above all else and did follow their orders so long as they made sense. The order given to him by Jaegen did though he still thought him a fool for allowing Ard to go given his current condition but then he was quite sure Ard would have ended up here even without authorization.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
[break] My son, this is the plan. Lucifer was shaking, genuinely shaking. Something was wrong. In the depths of his mind, memories were beginning to resurge. Were they his own? He could not place them. Regardless, he had no choice other than to fight his brothers. This was for his own survival now. He'd agreed to help these mages, why? The answer lay deep inside his subconscious, but he could not find it in the myriad of darkness and flames. If he was once a man, those parts of him were long gone. [break][break] Lucifer ground his teeth at the Vice Captain's words. The human couldn't be right. Father had promised him, hadn't he? Dark Servants! Summoning forth an array of Dark golems, they leaped to his defense against Mammon, battling back the brute and his powerful magic. An aura was beginning to shimmer across Mammon, the aura of a beast as his form was amplified and he smashed through the golems. This won't hold long, but maybe it can buy us some time. Listen to your second, Ardere. Get through that damn portal. Prison from the Abyss! A massive spell cage formed of dark tendrils fell down upon both Mammon and Beelzebub, just as the latter of the two defended themselves from the Captain's onslaught with some manner of a Pestilence inspired magic. Something was different about the Lord of Flies--he was stronger. Far stronger than when Ard had fought him back in the Forsaken Region. [break][break] As the group would enter the portal, they would find no alternate timeline, no other plane based in their world. They stood in some sort of massive tube, time magical swirling around them in a plethora of blue and purple. The magic here was not yet corrupted by Asmodeus--it was a pure time magic. We're in between realms now... Lucifer leaped in the portal, behind Zaven and Nero. The Wizard King suddenly began to stand up straight as his wounds were healed, his form surging with godly energy. He was revitalized, how? How is this possible? I feel...stronger. The portal to this world between worlds would begin to close assuming both Ardere and Hania chose to enter. This place is made from the same magic you are, untouched by Father....for the moment. You'll find your strength has returned as the mana here fuels you. We should be able to take this deeper into the Magic Zone to find Father. The real question though is....how did we end up here in the first place? A product of the time fissures perhaps? Hmm. Agh! Lucifer grabbed the side of his head as a thundercrack headache overtook him for a few moments. Once it subsided, he got a good look at the world around them as the rest of the group entered, crouching down to touch the pure mana that made the ground on which they stood. It was a rainbow bridge, almost like the Bifrost in old legends. [break][break] Their quick reprieve was immediately subsided as the nearly closed portal began to reopen, two massive clawed hands covered in flies wrenching it open. Mammon was quickly thrown in, his form riddled with wounds as he could barely move. What entered the portal directly after Hania and Ardere was not simply the Beelzebub they'd witnessed before, it was awakened. The magical power emanating from this beast was strong, even for an Archdaemon. His cloak was formed completely of shadows and bugs, his rotten form filled with mana, expanding and increasing in size. His crimson eyes were fixed on one thing and one thing only; Hania. Why? Why was he staring directly at him? The sheer murderous intent was palpable, able to be felt by everyone standing in this realm beyond time. Mammon was unconscious, knocked out by presumably Beelzebub's attacks.. Brother! What has become of you? Lucifer was shaking again. Mammon was still alive, for now. They were in for a fight. The rotten daemon gave no answer, no response. He was far too gone in his corruption. [break][break] Nero reacted first, opening an array of void portals around the Archdaemon. From each portal a burst of energy began firing down upon him, prompting the beast to guard itself with its cloak that began to extend around him like a shield. The cloak would then begin to send gargantuan, wasp-like insects at the portals. Plague Vanguard! They were not golems, but rather attack creation, and they were rotten and evil just like their master, but they easily overpowered the former Wizard King's Grand level spell. It was uncanny. Sheathing himself in some sort of defensive spell, his cloak overtook his entire body. Cloak of Flies. Staring down Hania still, the Archdaemon unleashed an Archmage level spell onto the group. Rider of Pestilence! From a shadowy portal was summoned forth a golem of titanic proportions, easily ten meters tall. It was a rider on a horse, made entirely of bugs and decay, wielding a massive lance. Charging forward, this golem alongside the large wasps was headed directly for the Vice Captain. There was very little distance between the golem and Hania, only Ardere closeby. Zaven, Nero, and Lucifer all reacted to summon spells to his aid, but they were quickly wreathed in insects and archnids attempting to eat away their flesh. They would not be quick enough. It was up to the two Crimson Lions now. Just what kind of enemy were they facing?
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Name of Spell: Rider of Pestilence[break] Element: Unknown (Some sort of Decay adjacent magic, inspired by bugs and rot)[break] Rank: Archmage | Elemental Incarnate [break] Size: 10 m[break] Mana Cost: 80 | 40[break] Type of Golem: Predator[break] Applicable Perks: Fierce Golems, Repair Shop[break] Description: A rotten rider on a rotten horse, wielding a large lance. His flesh is decaying, just like its master. It has no eyes, only an abyss that stares down its opponent[break]
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Hmph. Ardere cracked a smile, and in this smile was the visage of a red and brown haired man. For just a moment, he was not the Divine Dragon. I may have loved Silas like he was my own, but never doubt for a moment that you are the best Vice Captain I've ever had, Hania. Recalling himself as he leaped backwards, his spells were still launched at Beelzebub, but he would choose to walk through the portal instead of staying. I trust you with my life. Without you...I do not know what I would have become in recent times. He was right. The Captain was too quick to take the lead again, going gung-ho against their enemies. He found himself far too used to the position of leadership, but despite his reprieve here; he was still injured from his fight with Aamon. He had no choice but to leap through the portal at the bequest of his trusted Vice Captain. [break][break] The images of Silas had shaken him to his core, but only for a moment. He was collected already. While he missed Silas, Emily, and Lydia, they were all pillars of what the Crimson Lions had become known for. One would assume that would be a good thing, but what Hania brought to the table was far different. Hania was not brash or hot-headed like so many Crimson Lions were, he was calm, intelligent, and gave Ardere a sense of stability. While the Captain himself was nowhere near was bold as he was in his youth, he was still a Lion at heart and always would be. His current second leveled him out and grounded him in ways no other had before. So while he may be different, he was so very necessary to the day to day life of their Squad. And for that, the Kasai was eternally grateful. Their dynamic was not something he would simply trade away, even to have Silas back. The dead needed to rest, even in his mind. [break][break] What Ardere found after leaping into the portal was not what he had expected. The mana flowing around him was unlike anything he had ever felt before; pure time magic. Every hair on his form stood up as static electricity ran across his skin. Now this is something else. Looking over to Nero, he quickly noticed the resurgence in life within the old man. Good. They would need as many capable warriors as they could get by the time they made it to Asmodeus himself. Unfortunately, what entered the portal immediately after himself and Hania was enough to send a shiver even down the Dragon's spine. [break][break] Salamander was going haywire inside the fire mage, rumbling and growling at the presence of what stood before them. Mammon was so easily swept aside, as was Nero's magic. Just how powerful had Beelzebub become? Was this even the Lord of Flies anymore? What the hell are you? This mana reminded him of Malacath, or Sven, one of the stronger Archdaemons. This was not simply some overpowered Lieutenant they were face to face with. This was a foe that they would need to fight together if they had any intention of leaving with the capability of engaging Asmodeus. It was likely that was not entirely possible. What would they do? [break][break] He only had enough time to muster a few words as the Golem was immediately summoned and charged towards them. Attack with me! Directed at his Vice Captain, the fire mage brought all of his swords to one point. Deactivating his armor but maintaining his Siegfried's Arsenal, he summoned another sword alongside the Arsenal; Kagutsuchi. This Nagamaki was formed in his hands, surrounded by the other floating swords which were all now launched at the oncoming golem amid a blast of intense, white flames. Hania would not have much time to dodge if he chose to do so. It was most likely he would be forced to attack alongside his Captain, but together they could likely overpower even this golem. Take this, you bastard. Whatever Beelzebub had become, he would be felled just like the rest of their foes, for he was no different in that regard.
-Siegfried's Arsenal sustained[break][break] Name of Spell: King's Arsenal: Kagutsuchi[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation[break] Range & Speed: 150 m/75 m/s for ammunition | Melee (1.5 m)/Same as user speed[break] Mana Cost: 40 | 20[break] Stats Effected: +12 Power[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Battle Knight[break] Description: Summoning forth a Nagamaki forged of pure flames (similar to a katana but the handle is just as long as the blade and in this case the entirety of the weapon is 1.5 meters in length) the user can fire a blast of cylindrical fire at a target. With a base of one ammunition, the user's control allows an extra three shots from the blade. These cylinders can reach up to 150 m away and have a length of 75 m with a diameter of 20 m, fired at a speed of 75 m/s they can clear their max distance in two seconds, making this a very deadly attack. When the user is out of ammo, the spell does not end (unless the user does not possess the mana to sustain it) but rather can still be utilized for melee attacks that match the range of the sword and the speed of the user. As far as damage goes, both the blast and sword are capable of causing a minimum of 3rd degree burns bordering 4th degree. If cut by the sword, it would easily cause deep searing wounds if not sever smaller limbs.
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[attr="class","haniascroll"]The ice mage looked at Lucifer "Do you truly believe him that this was always the plan? If it was, why didn't he tell you? After all, you are his first son, his eldest, so shouldn't that mean you should be privy to such a thing?" he would ask the daemon of pride. He wasn't attempting to sow seeds of contempt he was merely stating what he had observed. "Perhaps you are just as disposable as your brethren to your would-be father, I mean you did state to Leviathan that you served another before now. The archdaemon Aamon." he said calmly allowing the daemon to make his own decision on how he wanted to progress, he would rather have him as an ally for as long as possible but if it meant they needed to face him sooner than expected he was more than ready to do so.
He smiled watching Lucifer's movements, he could tell that even if it was for his survival he had decided to stand alongside them in this fight which was something he was thankful for. He wanted to avoid taking on three daemons of their strengths at a time, even two of them were one too many in his honest opinion. Yet, he could still feel and see the hesitation in the pride daemon and couldn't blame him. He had no idea what was going through the man's mind, there was no way to, he thought back to Leviathan and how he wanted his 'father's' love and the things that he said to him. His eyes went back to Lucifer "Like Leviathan, I do not think you are a born daemon and the reason you are not only hesitating but siding with us is because of who you once were. Fight to find the memories." he said patting his shoulder like an old friend.
Hania nodded 'Amostia come back we need to get out of here and quickly.' he sent to his spirit who was looking for intel from above. The ice mage looked to his captain as he spoke to him. "I am sure there have been better in the past and there will be far better when I too come to an end." he said with a calm tone, it was almost like he had resigned himself to his death with his words, it was almost like he knew something but wasn't passing the information. "I do, you'd be in a box most likely and that is still a very likely outcome if you keep pulling foolish stunts like this when injured..." he scolded "Because I'll put you in that box myself." he finished though his tone was softer.
He watched as his captain and Lucifer went through the portal, leaving the daemons of greed and gluttony outside of it to fight, but he saw the concern on the faces of those he called allies, which worried him although it didn't allow it to show. He had realized something over his months of being a vice-captain, even though he still had only taken the position to fill in a power discrepancy and lift morale within the squad, he noticed that since he had taken it he had managed to temper the hot-headedness that the Crimson Lions were known for. As he saw the others he looked around, it wasn't at all what he expected he listened to Nero and Lucifer "We seem to be both part of time and outside of it, that is an interesting turn of events." he said thoughtfully glad that Nero was feeling stronger but he was still concerned.
Hania watched Lucifer as he seemed in pain and moved instinctually to his side to check him over "Ona esaeu ohniksq Lucifer?" he would ask in the daemonic tongue, he didn't even skip a beat almost as if it was instinctual. He then took a moment to assess what he had just done. "I don't know how I know that but I asked him if he was alright." he said translating what he had said to the others around him. He knew there were going to be so many questions but none that he could answer because he didn't know the answer himself. He looked around the area "Are we in some myth?" he would ask knowing the old legends but wanting to believe that they were standing in one, his logical mind wouldn't allow such a thing, but then given everything going on there had been odder occurrences.
What happened next it seemed that none of them foresaw happening, the fissure that had let them into this place for a brief reprieve had almost closed when a set of clawed hands entered almost forcing what could be considered a wound in time to open again. The ice mage remained quiet and observed the goings on, as a sensory mage he could feel the mana coming off the lord of flies keener than most but he was pretty sure even the others that weren't were feeling the raw power of the one before them. Hania could feel the eyes on him but he seemed unmoved one way or the other. "Lucifer don't waste your breath, there's only thing he lives for it would seem..." he paused for a second "to feed." He still found it strange that the daemon was looking directly at him alone and it wasn't with hunger but murderous intent.
Was he frightened? Yes, who wouldn't be feeling this kind of power but he also understood his duty and what it meant if he allowed that fear to take over and so allowed it to roll off him like water off a duck's back. His eyes turned to the unconscious Mamon, he couldn't tell much from here, he needed to get closer. He needed time but it wasn't something he had an abundance of at current, this was twice that a daemon here had taken interest in him and he was starting to get irritated by it so he needed answers but that meant doing something he felt sick in the stomach about doing. "Lord Asmodeus, might I ask you a question?" He knew his sister would be slapping him upside the head if not worse if she heard him speaking to a daemon in such a way but he didn't care, she lost that right when she didn't turn up.
He was also hoping that this might buy him some time to think of something, he had a theory but until he could get to Mamon there would be no way to surmise if it could be possible. Hania moved his left hand out in front of him. A set of ice-blue and white runes appeared in front of him for two seconds before starting to fade, as they do so a large shard of clear ice seems to appear from them. This single shard quickly splintered into two smaller pieces, the ice shards would still look to be almost completely transparent but they still held that dark tint to them. When that spell was finished he moved his left hand back out again but this time it was as if he was holding something, as he did his ice-blue eyes seemed to frost over for a brief moment.
In his hand, a spear of ice was created letting it go it started to hover next to the ice shards, he flicked his left hand forward but had his pinky and thumb point out. The two shards started to go out of the way while the spear moved toward Beelzebub, soon the shards curved back towards the same target. Hania took this time to start running at the same time using his spear as a springboard to get over the daemon landing hopefully by Mamon untouched so he could check him over. Regardless of if he was or not Hania would check the daemon over, he could tell he was still breathing but in really bad shape, some of his skin almost looking necrotic. "Decay, I shouldn't be surprised given he's a walking stomach." he whispered to himself but there was no way for him to say if his theory was correct.
"This is troublesome." he looked up at the lord of flies for a moment to see if his attacks had hit knowing that those spells should have been strong enough to freeze limbs solid, but then this wasn't exactly normal circumstances was it. "Do not let him touch you, I believe he gets stronger every time he "feeds" off another and that beast aura isn't the only thing he possesses... I believe he has some form of decay." He hoped he was wrong about the entire thing but only time would tell on that one. He leant in to the unconscious daemon "Gaer'q zota za naknaq yiz Mamon, la raph qae laent qaekayabbi qae kaq yoq zaeredabbi aeuq aem ya loes, im esaeu edizz loai qae miksq s'ar sa's qotar aeuq la yor gae zae, xuq sa iz xaey aem aeun arazes sabbia." he whispered.
The ice mage held out his left hand the palm facing the sky, his hand closed for a few seconds only to open once more to what could be seen was a faint icy drift falling off it, above his hand, hovered a rune having what could be mistaken as a snowdrift coming off it. This was just small shards of ice, the rune was only one inch tall and half an inch wide he moved it over Mamon hoping it would heal his wounds and the necrosis that he had, it would also start to regrow anything that was lost and even increase his speed once he was able to stand up. He wasn't a gambling man but he was going under the assumption that the enemy of my enemy is my friend and from what he knew of daemons they didn't like when they were bested especially by those they deemed lesser.
It was only then he noticed as he released his attacks that Beelzebub had sent one after him that he had avoided, he would have to rely on the others to try and attack the thing for now. He had already spent quite a bit of mana just in the three spells that he was using, if he used anymore without recovering some then he knew he was just going to be a hindrance and this was something he wasn't about to do. He knew that he could spiritually dive but he remembered just how much strain that put on his body and so refused to do it as anything less than an all or nothing, he was quite sure they weren't at that point yet... or at least he hoped they weren't.
Combat Summary
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TL;DR
Ona esaeu ohniksq Lucifer?
Translation: Are you alright Lucifer?
gaer'q zota za naknaq yiz mamon. La raph qae laent qaekayabbi qae kaq yoq zaeredabbi aeuq aem ya loes, im esaeu edizz loai qae miksq s'ar sa's qotar aeuq la yor gae zae, xuq sa iz xaey aem aeun arazes sabbia
Translation: Don't make me regret this Mamon. We need to work together to get that monster out of the way, if you still want to fight when he's taken out we can do so, but he is the biggest threat here
Name of Spell: Winter's Blessing Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Grand ¦ Attack Creation ¦ Physical Reinforcement Range & Speed: 150m ¦ 75 m/s Mana Cost: 50 ¦ 25 Stats Effected: +30 m/s Speed Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Full Blitz Description: Hania holds a single hand out like he's holding something his eyes frosting for a mere moment as a spear made of ice appears in his hand, with the use of ammo rules additional spears can be made and either handed to other members of his group or can float around him and be controlled slightly by his mana tether to have them attack. As this doesn't have homing once set forward they can not have their course altered too much meaning it is easy to avoid them if you're quick enough. These spears do grand rank damage upon impact, those who are hit also suffer severe frostbite and moderate hypothermia.
Name of Spell: Shattered Dreams Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Grand ¦ Attack Creation ¦ Sensory (Homing) Range & Speed: 150 meters ¦ 75 m/s Mana Cost: 50 ¦ 25 Stats Effected: +12 power (self) Applicable Perks: Apex predator, Battle Knight, Elemental oddity Description: Hania moves his hand out in front of him an ice-blue and white set of runes appear in front of him for two seconds, as they begin to fade a large shard of clear ice seems to appear from them. Hania is able then to use this piece of ice as is or with the use of ammo rules splinter it into smaller pieces, if the latter happens the ice shards would still be almost completely transparent but they would still hold a black tint to them. With this spell, Hania doesn't aim for the throat so to speak it will only ever go for non-vital areas that will cause the most pain. With the use of sensory's homing rules, Hania is able to have these shards track the one he wants to hit while within range making it almost impossible to avoid them. While this spell is active Hania himself will gain a +12 to his power to help him if the spell was to clash against another spell. Those that are hit with this spell find themselves feeling Severe frostbite and moderate hypothermia.
Name of Spell: Snow Drift Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Grand ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Range & Speed: 150m ¦ 75 m/s Mana Cost: 50 ¦ 25] Stats Effected: +30 m/s Speed Applicable Perks: Full Blitz, Archangel's Blessing Description: Holding his hand out with the palm towards the sky his hand closes only to open once more to what appears to be a faint icy drift falling off it, above his hand, how hovers a rune having what could be mistaken as a snowdrift coming off it. This isn't actually the case it is just very small and fine ice shards. This rune is around one inch tall and half an inch wide and starts to hover around his body increasing not only his speed but healing him for grand damage, this spell is capable of doing everything that a grand healing spell can do in regards to regrowing digits, organs, limbs and revival using the healing rules. With the use of ammo rules, additional runes can be created, to use these runes he has to envision those he wishes to have one. The rune then vanishes and starts to hover around them, they also gain the benefit of the speed and healing.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.