Niltsiar Vs Alex "Son of Hades"

[Soldier]

Location: The Final Rest

It was dark, the air was stagnant and the wind was nothing. The moon hung on the horizon like a white pearl that was polished to a gleaming brilliance, the area below the moon however was a different story. Tombstones of every shape and size jutted from the earth where their owners lay in an eternal sleep, they were old the elements had worn most of them down to where you couldn't read most of the writing on the tombstones or would crumble at the touch. Some graves had yet to be completely dug up before some "Unknown" means ended their lives leaving their bodies impaled on spears, swords, axes, etc. Surrounding this demented cemetery was a long rusted iron fence that rose high into the air only the tallest of tombstones seemed to peek over the imprisoning iron bars of the fence. At the far back was the eye-catcher of the cemetery that stretched and yawned upwards into the night sky, it was a large gothic style mausoleum. The Mausoleum had countless numbers of windows each window had stone moldings of different events in time that had taken place while it stood. Gargoyles leaned over corners of it like hungry hawks on the verge of dive bombing onto fresh prey their eyes never seemed to take their eyes off of intruders. Inside of the mausoleum was dank and dark each of the many rooms were littered with bones and carcasses of rats that had nibbled on the many cursed laying about.

The main hall is where the fated two shall meet in battle and only one shall stand.

[Bushidoxisamu]

Over the night sky as the moon was at its brightest. Thousands of bats swarm the area as it was shown as death was coming. The bats focused into one giant black cloud as it dives into the mausoleum window going to the main hallway as the cloud stops dead center of the hallway. The cloud of bats then formed a giant ball and them dispelled, with the man in the hood in the center as the bats escape out of the mausoleum from every window. Breaking them and making it rain glass for awhile till all the bats have left the building.

The man sniffs the air and then grins with a wicked smile across his face. The aura around him was dark and wavering as small tentacles forms on his back that is coming off his robe. He then looks around him as the tentacles stay in place. Forming spikes that surrounded the hooded figure. In case of a sudden ambush so he is protected. He then says in whisper like voice but echoes through the hallways like if he was everywhere. "Like to play games?....I love......games....." He said as he stands by and waits for his adversary to come out.

[Soldier]

A loud crash.. the swarming of bats... the sound of feet lightly hitting a stone floor... and then words were spoken... "Like to play games? ...I love... ...games..." A hooded man stood slouched outside of the mausoleums large petrified wood door that appeared to once be an ancient oak. The man was in a black robe that blended perfectly with the shadows only the lining of the robe had yellow runes knitted with magic to protect the user with many wards, in his left hand he grasped a long staff at the top of the staff was a dragons claws grasping a crystalline ball it seemed alive as the user had been aware of another presence and prepared a defensive spell. Everything around him seemed to shift away from him only the shadows wanted to be near him, he pressed the flat of his hand against the giant door of the mausoleum and with a small whisper they flew open with such force that one ripped off the ancient hinges and flew into the room while the other hung on only by the top two hinges.

He lowered his hand down into a grasping claw as a spell entered his consciousness it appeared at first as a small ball of light at the palm of his hand but would grow into a black spinning vortex of souls that were trapped in this forsaken cemetery. He lifted his head up looking at the figure who stood in the center of the room his red-eyes burned into his with a playful kind of fury. His eyes only held hate and malevolence of all those around his, he could also see that he was one of the few who didn't age while the walls around him decayed and rotted around him in his eyes.

"Games...? Games are for the weak... while I only seek power..." his eyes smoldered with intensity "When I am done with you I will steal your soul..."

He seemed to glide across the floor as he moved into the dark room the many bones that littered the floor seemed to move slowly towards him as the natural darkness that followed him laid over the mausoleum like a dark shroud.

[Bushidoxisamu]

He chuckles as it echoes through the halls once more. The spikes then loosen up into tentacles as he gets by the wall of the hallway. The shadow that was over the wall began to spread outward, with it was going to the rooms of the deceased. As the shadows consumes the dead and then he rise up from their tombs and coffins as the began to go to the Mage. They walk slow but they were the dammed but being controlled by the powers of hell itself, they looks like puppets with the shadows as their strings pulling them up right to make it look like they came back to life. They pulled the weapons out of their bodies that they received during their time of war as they swarm the Mage since they were coming from all rooms. As this was his territory as the restless souls of the dead were his vessels. Giving him a dark descendent to the the world he calls home.

[Soldier]

Keeping his staffs spell at ready he casts a glance around him at the undead that were beginning to pour forth out of the stone work of the mausoleum there were hundreds of them so simple and weak. He slammed his bare palm into the ground releasing the spell he had saved up for not bothering to use a summon he instead used a spell more then sufficient enough to deal with these "pests". Nothing at first happened it seemed as if the skeletons around them would get there chance at skewering him or mutilating him but then... Spikes or rather bones spikes began to blast from the ground hundreds of them spilled from the earth like a sudden torrent of hellish rain, the spikes were like vertebrae as they peeled forth spreading out all around him as they shot upwards tearing apart those unfortunate enough not to dodge out of the way if possible. (60 mana cost 940 mana still in reserves) He stood again seeing the destruction that had cast out around him the floor was now riddle with large spikes spearing into the air and with a slight flick of his wrist most of the spikes resubmerged.

He peered over to where his opponent had been before the spears had pierced the earth he knew this wouldn't kill him or else he wouldn't bother with the effort required to kill him.

With a slight word "Levi'me" his staff began to float out of the need of his grasping bone like hands this allowed him to charge a spell in each hand and so he did he pushed a spell into both of his hands one appeared as a blacks flame while the other appeared as a rainbow like flame that rages between claw-like fingers. He thought of releasing Milniar or Soth but decided against it for using a trump card this early in could be disastrous.

[Bushidoxisamu]

The skeletons were ripped to shreds as the shadow comes back to the controller. Seeing the spikes he doesn't even bother to move. The spikes goes through his feet, arms, and legs as it made him look like a pin cushion. He just laughs as no blood dripped from his unholy body when the spikes retract the wounds on his body were creating black steam. Like if he was burning but his wounds were healing as when the smoke clears his wounds were gone and his robe fixed.

staring at his opponent with amusement, two chains from both his arms came out and rattle like a chained ghoul. He the points his right arm out to his adversary as the the chains on his arm shoots out to his mouth. Hoping to choke the mage with his chains. But if he happens to catch the chains using whatever item or arm. It would wrap around it and pull on it to either disarm or to bring in his enemy to him

[Soldier]

He doesn't blink his eyes only upon his "Undying" foe as he simply shook off the many spikes piercing into his body that to a normal human would have had almost surely pierced at least all of someones vital organs, but yet this being walked away from this like it was just another occasion. Outwardly a grin had spread as he reacted to the opponents chains whipping out of his arms and quickly heading in his direction, without any thought of what would happen next he cast his summoning spell the air around them in that instant shuddered as if it had all suddenly been drawn to that point where the black soul entrapped by his spindly claw like hands.

From the holes all around him that his spikes had shot from the earth, 5 darkly steel clad armored knights arose quickly from the earth their armor was black as knight with a blood red rose on each of the knights right breast plates. Each knight held their own weapons, the one to his very left had two daggers each as dark as his armor, another to his very right wielded a large dark spear his armor was fairly lighter then most, the back left wielded a bow and had the lightest armor but could fire arrows off extremely fast, back right was a large knight with a two-handed axe his armor was thick but his legs were light, and finally at the center with the thickest of plate armor he wielded a one-handed long sword and a thickly plated tower-shield. (60 mana cost 880 mana left)

The knight to his very left dove into the chains as they strove to go for there master, the chain instead of hitting him then instead hit the dagger wielding knight who was whisked away by the chains he didn't expect for the dagger wielding knight to do much against there foe so he decided to charge for another spell. His hands grasped the air as a sudden surge of a dark soul poured into the gap between his fingers appeared. The shield knight tightened position around him as the spear knight began to move up on his opponent, the arrow knight laid down cover fire for the spear who was flanking from the left and axe knight who was slower but still coming up quick on his right flank. He kept the spell in his staff charged and his rainbow fire spell charged as well..

[Bushidoxisamu]

As the chains hit it wrapped around its hands as if he handcuffed the dagger knight and pulls to bring him in. Letting it hang by its binded hands the dark one reaches over to the knights head and grasps ahold of its forehead. When he did the knight started to decay at rapid paste until the armor and everything on it burst in dust of rusted metal and bone ashes.

Then as the arrows were fired at him. The shadow took form of a shield as it takes the arrows in as it was covering it with arrows until it dispelled and the arrows drops on the ground making a nice stacked pile of it. Seeing the other knights coming on his right he just smirks as the chains lite up a black flames. Alsmost like shadows but yet hot as the pits of hell, the chains on his right arm then go towards the knight with the axe as one chain takes away the axe. Then makes a swing with it by holding the axe by the chains to the knight with the spear, at that time the other chain then wraps itself around the knight who used to have an axe around its chest, wrapping its arms in it to make a tight bond. The black flames started to turn the knight into a black statue as if it was molded by the cooling lava. After fully incased he yanks the chain and the knight burst into bits and chunks off what used to be a knight.

As he toys with the knight with the sear by hitting it with the axe controlled by the dark flaming chains. The tentacals on his back began to split into separate ones as it picks up the arrows and form shadow bows. As it was one of his abilities to make physical shadow puppets with his aura he then made the arrows lite up in black flames as well and fires back to the knight who first fired them. And shoots three of them to the Mage who summon them as he stares at him with a cold look on his face.

[Soldier]

He watched as his axe, dagger, and spear knight were killed basically with each others weapons. His tentacles were whipping about and grabbed the arrows that had clattered off a dark shield that he had created with his tentacles, once they had grabbed the arrows they made bows out of the writhing mass of shadows. They whizzed back through the air at there original users, but with little effort the shield knight leaned his shield angled like a roof while dodging to intercept them they harmlessly pinged off the thick plated shield. The shield knight then slammed his shield back toward the front covering him behind the shield and gazed out a small slit that was enough to keep arrow heads from stabbing him in the eye socket. He coughed slightly from the after effects of the test at the tower of high sorcery where he had come from it was good he had taken control of his body or else that slight cough would have been an attack.

He clutched the dark soul in his hands as he for a moment went over what he had seen from this demons powers so far, invincibility he thought about it for a moment that everything has a soul and without one it would not be tangibly a "being" so he could take its soul if it was weakened enough, he seems to be able to use a form of necromancy, and the tentacles are semi-ethereal and can be shaped into simple objects like bows and shields he may have a limit on complexity. He pursed his dried lips as from under his robes from his right hip came three floating black leather bound books each with red runes on the fronts that meant "One, two, three (On the third says of Niltsiar)" each were heavily protected by wards/shields he had been placing on them for many of years. The books floated erect behind him when suddenly one flipped open and cast a spell on the staff floating behind his left shoulder it then floated to directly behind his back, then it split into 3 staffs. one still held the defensive spell, while the others were blank slates ready for a new spell. (x8 out of 9 of that spell and 40 mana cost 820 mana left over)

The new staffs began to glow with a sudden raging orange-red flame as a spell toke up there slate, he leaned them forward in the direction of his foe and let them charge for a moment. He had to let his dark soul charge for a little bit longer before using it so he decided to wait on that and throw his hand around his shield knight and let loose the "Five chromatic dragon breath" which is a mix of all five chromatic dragons breath weapon, lightning bolts, acid, fire, ice, and chlorine gas, the combination always created a large concussive explosion when they all mixed at the end flight. (60 mana cost 760 mana left over)

[Bushidoxisamu]

He then retracted his tentacles and then hugs himself. Shuttering as he gives off a slight moan." Oh god....this aura.....the dark energy is getting stronger..I want more...more!!" He said as his robe opens up with his arms spread out and charges straight towards his enemy. The dark energy and powers that were used by the mage was drawing him in as if it was cat nip. Getting stronger from getting negative charges. The shadows the swarms up his arms as they form giant four fingered claws while the other tentacles are stretched out so they are ready for anything to get in the way.


He then rushes three tentacles at the shield knight, forming a giant fist as he pushes it back. At that time the other tentacles then grab the arrow knight and pulls him in to his claws as it digs into its gut. But just cause he is in the mood. The claws then turn into sharp roots as it swarm the insides of the knight till it came out of its body. The knight looked like a sea urchin from the spikes and needles coming out of it. It retracts back into the body as he flings the knight to the Mage as it unlatches and the spikes turned back into claws. The tentacles on his back then form a couple of giant wings, two tentacles then stick to the ground and routed through the ground to keep him in place. He then flaps his wings once but creating a hurricane force winds pushing the shield knight towards the Mage as well and could possibly knock the Mage off his feet unless he can properly mount himself to the ground. The prince of the underworld laughs as he looks at the carnage he was creating.