Tokyo: humans vs. demons (IC)

[Lothianroxos]

Tokyo, once a shimmering bright utopia, has fallen to the Heishigi, a race of vile, despicable, and unholy demons. It all started one day with a massive 7.4 earthquake ravaging the city and forming a crack in the Earth's crust. From that fiery crevasse rose a black tower high above the city, hatred and death spouting from its many doors. This was the castle of Gankotsu, the Devil King. Four years have passed since the calamity took place, and now Tokyo is a new Hell, a dark and sinister home to the Heishigi, but this is our city and we will take it back, even if it costs our lives.....


You can either join the humans in our righteous cause, or sell your soul to Gankotsu and become a dreaded Heishigi. The choice is yours, but consequences will follow.



Xero smiled as dawn approached and the footsteps of the many survivors echoed far below in the city streets. "Let them come." Xero muttered under his breath as he took a step off the building. Closing his eyes he felt the wind rush past him, thinking about what has happened to this land. landing with a soft click on the ground, Xero drew Joy and pointed it at a passing demon scout. Within a second the silence was interrupted by the loud gunshot echo. The smell of rotting flesh and burning building was now quickly mixed with the stench of blood and gun powder. Smiling Xero holstered his gun again and began walking, no where specifically.


Izachar

[theapprentice]

Elsewhere in the city, a young brother and older sister ran though the streets of the city of Tokyo. Pursuing them were the most hideous and immoral of demons that even a disturbed mind such as Schadenfreudes could hardly ever imagine. As the Heishigi seemed now to be coming from all directions, the two siblings dashed down an alleyway, the bloodthirsty Heishigi following closely after. At the dead end of the alleyway, the sister held her brother close, telling him to close his eyes as she did the same, and they waited for their brutal deaths that were about to come at the hands of the 6 Heishigi...which never came.

Out of thin air, Schadenfreude manifested, cracking up. "Eager little fuckers arent you? Dont you know that without these annoying insects begins such as me and you are nothing?" he asked the Hesihigi. A rhetorical question, and the 'annoying insects' being the entire human race. The Heishigi stood still for a moment, confused about the nature of the supernatural being whom had appeared tight in front of them "No, I am not like you. I have much more important of a purpose." Schadenfreude said, which he had always believed was the difference between him and demonkind. The Haishigi cared little, though, for Schadenfreude was in between them and their victims, but their attacks led them only into the darkness from which they had came. Schadenfreude had only to unload on them, blasting at them in the head, the chest, the crotch area, and all over. "Now, return to your home. You know, dark, fiery, gnashing of teeth and the worm never dies. I am not sure what this means, but you get what I am trying to get across." Schadenfreude laughed, as he now stood over the bloody corpses of the Heishigi, smoke still lingering in the air, and two scared Japanese children now standing behind him, probably now thinking he was a hero. "Well crap, what do I do with you two?" Schadenfreude said, now realizing he had taken up a responsibility. He cared little for human beings, but he needed to figure out if there was any resistance or demon hunters who were still fighting for the city. "Do either of you speak english?" he asked, smiling. The silence of the two was a message he took as 'no.'

[RPG June]

--- Shattering glass, blood cascading downward from open wounds, the scent indiscernible from the rotting flesh and pooled bodily fluids oozing from the horribly gnarled cadavers that seemed to mark every road and doorway within the city. He (Lucas) stepped forward, his target's body pressed against the shattered window, they held the back of their head as he approached them, the blood escaping, their vision blurring... then they dropped almost lifelessly to the concrete, the long since ransacked store window behind them flickered with ever fading light. A blur of black metal, arcing forward, the stomach turning sound of bone and flesh torn... a demons head seems to burn away in a light blue flame as it rolls a moment from it's own shoulders and onto it's owner's feet. Light boots sound in the blood and water, a careful hand flicks a sword black as night, and listens to the faint sound of the blood along its surface burning away. Lucas Hallowell's silver eyes glint brightly in this dark world, he turns and looks up, he finds far above him, above this dark alleyway, far above... though not apart from the bloodshed and screams, a dark shadow, the dark tower looms.

--- Lucas walks quietly forward down the alleyway, he was not very well known... because he had as of yet not let more than a few of his targets escape with their lives... much to his displeasure. He might be a little mad, a little off, but who wasn't, not long ago no one would have seen to the idea a dark tower would rise and from it walk the demons of hell... yet here they were. Here he was. This was madness in itself, and in madness, you must be strong. He brushes his hair out of his eyes absent-mindedly, fingers tense at his swords hilt still, nearly impossible to unclench, partially due to fear, partially due to exhilaration. But, he cannot move now... only just far enough to get away from the bodies, he rests against a wall, only lightly relaxing his grip, his eyes wander... always, how they wander.

[Vetro]

A man with a long black trench coat, with long black hair exits the big black tower.
Black, it was a common colour to this man, but he didn't mind. He loved the colour, but not more than red. Red was the colour of blood, and blood was usually found near the dying, or the dead.

Dust looks up. The tower was extra black today, he liked that, it seemed to give him even more motivation than he already had.
And he used this motivation to kill. His blood red eyes looked at his obsidian sword, and he laughed quietly.

The man walked up to a hopeless man lying down in the alley.
"This'll be easy!" Said the man, and he plunged his sword into the man's heart.
The man's wound was bleeding dark black blood. This was the power of his sword. Whoever touched it would be cursed with the blood, and would eventually wither away.

And he kept walking, slaughtering as many hopeless humans as he could, before it was time to go back in the tower.

[Lothianroxos]

Izachar smiled at the man who exited the tower. His smile was a dark wicked smile. appearing in front of the man, with the smile on his face still, he bowed slightly. " hello Dust, This pointless slaughter must be commended. now..." His scythe appeared, a long black and hideous thing, from the shadows of his cloak. " fight me if you wish to pass."

Xero smiled as he sensed multiple otherworldly powers forming around him. "Gan-Gan... where are you my prey" he mumbled to himself as he drew ever closer to the tower.

[Vetro]

Dust looked at the man with the scythe.

Fight me if you wish to pass...

Dust pulled his obsidian sword from its sheath, and ran toward the figure, but just before he would have run in to him, he jumped high in the air. He came falling back down laughing wildly.

"Haaaaha! Helloooo Izachar! How ya doin' today?"

He landed behind him, and prepared his strike.

[theapprentice]

Schadenfreude suddenly heard a scream and turned quickly to see both children were gone. 'I didnt really have any obligations anyway, and they spoke no english, so no help there.' He though, as he continued walking, his pistols drawn for the next demon attack.

[Agent B52]

Once the building used to be an office building, a glass colossus that towered proudly over the densely built city. People used to bustle to and fro, busy with their menial duties, trying to please the residents of the big offices upstairs. Trying to simply earn a living in a boring, but safe life.

Now it was a silent memorial of better days gone by. A lone picture of a family still decorated one of the desks, the rest of the contents were strewn across the room. Soft footsteps crunched through the empty halls as a duo of armoured soldiers purposefully strode past the empty line of cubicles. Voices drifted in through a shattered window from the streets, one floor lower. Immediately, the duo froze.

"Six two and three, status? Over." whispered David. Even though the helmet would not allow a single sound past unless he explicitly allowed it, he still felt the need to whisper.

"Martin's being an idiot, over." Corporal Victor Belinski, aka 'bear' replied.

"Am not! Rainbow sprinkles are ze superior donut topping, and you will acknowledge it soon! Over." his companion, private first class and genius extraordinaire Martinus Graus, protested.

"This is supposed to be a stealth mission, stop arguing and focus." David said.

"There a problem sarge? It's all quiet on our end, over." Victor replied.

"Hang on a sec, if you're quiet, then who is talking down there?" David said.

"Um, sarge, I think you might wanna have a look over here..." the final member of the squad, Shizuku Oda, said. She had moved closer to the window's edge, looking out over the ruined streets.

"That's... a big ass chicken." David mumbled after a few seconds. Below them, a massive, rust coloured serpentine reptile crawled along on two feet over a ruined freeway. Black chains formed a bridle, the reins firmly in the hands of a figure the size of a child. The demon was wearing a cloak, but the way it rode peacefully atop the giant monster, as well as the way it handled the massive chains with ease betrayed it's true nature.

[theapprentice]

Schadenfreude was pleased to find the body of a resistance soldier laying against the wall of a building next to his gun. His armor was covered in his own blood, and some of his guts were spilled in front of him, but Schadenfreude could get an idea of what the resistance soldiers looked like. With the image in his head, he could focus on the image of one who was still living and teleport to their location. It was the best way he knew of to find them. Schadenfreude crouched immediately as he heard the stomping of a creature far off. Sounded big, he needed to move if he wanted to get this over with. He immediately teleported himself, with the will to teleport to the nearest living resistance members. He suddenly found himself in a dark office building with cubicles all around. Not to mention the soldiers who were standing in front of him. ((Agent B52's squad))

"Good evening gentlemen. I am Schadenfreude of the Spirit world." He said, introducing himself, and hoping they would not shoot him the minute they saw him.

[Agent B52]

"Martin, Victor, there's a giant snake... thing headed your way. Train car giant, two legs, has a rider up top."

"... I haf seen too many weird shit. This doesn't rank in my top ten any more." Martin replied. "ETA?"

"Five, six seconds. The handler's talking to it, probably some form of control spell or something." David replied.

"Don't worry, we're done here. Vun momentHOLY SHIT zat's ugly."

The serpentine creature spotted the two grey figures almost immediately. Martin and Victor were running away as fast as they could, their 'knightmare' combat armour making heavy thuds with each footstep. With a childish laugh the demon urged it's mount to pursue. A bark of Shizuku's AR silenced the laugh permanently, a second round shredding the torso just to be sure. Red smoke wafted from the body, the small form disintegrating quickly. Now riderless, the mount followed it's instincts, chasing after the two fast moving objects in front of it. David blinked, a map of the building showing up on his HUD.

"Okay, we took out the rider. Martin, Bear, get to the parking garage, we'll have a sweet ambush ready right away."

"Yes sir!" came the reply. Suddenly the radio began to fizzle and pop, the tell-tale sign of magic being used in the vicinity. David and Shizuku exchanged a single glance, going back to back immediately, rifles scanning the darkened offices for a threat.

Some thing obligingly appeared in front of them, immediately receiving a burst of hot lead to the face. David didn't know what it was, and frankly didn't care.

"Teleporter, move, move!" he ordered, running for the door. Shizuku was way ahead of him, already tossing a smoke grenade over her shoulder to cover their retreat.

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((OoC: What did you think was going to happen? You're teleporting in front of armed soldiers who are in the middle of enemy territory using a means associated with their most hated enemies.))