~ Died in Your Arms ( Open Challenge ) ~

[Miss Murder]

Must have been something you said.

So, challenge to anyone. I don't really care who, just have some amount of literacy and not an over-powered character. There can be judges, though they aren't totally necessary. I'll be using not a new character, but a character I have developed more. Enjoy.

False Name: Lycian Wolfe

True Name: Alyxea Daecivia

Age: Immortal, but appears to be 19.

Race: Formerly a Human / Angael Hybrid, but is now a Angael / Daemon Hybrid.

Gender: Female

Height: 5'8"

Weight: Approximately 109 lbs.

Build: Agile and well-curved

Homeworld: Alahana ~

Appearance: Alyxea has grey-blue eyes with touches of silver in them, and long golden-brown hair that reaches about to her upper back. Though, at times, her eyes take on a different colour of pure black. She has a very pale complexion, and is almost as 'cold as death' as some would say. Her ears are pointed slightly, and her lips are dark and full. At will, Alyxea is able to either hide or show her magnificent wings. She does, in fact, have two pairs of wings. Two larger, white-coloured wings above two smaller, black-coloured wings. With these wings, Alyxea is able to fly and soar at astonishing speeds; far faster than the speeds of light and sound. A tattoo of a winged heart is imprinted upon her back, with chains extending out of it and winding around her arms and legs.

Clothing / Attire: Alyxea currently wears a tight, dark red t-shirt under a black jacket adorned with a minute amount of chains. She also wears a pair of black pants along with this, and a pair of black boots. Though only the toes of these boots can be seen under her pants. Alyxea's lower arms and legs are wrapped tightly with bandages; but the reason why is unknown. Also at times, when Alyxea extends her two pairs of wings, the lower pair are occasionally wrapped in bandages as well. Still, the reason why continues to be unknown.

Personality: Alyxia is a wandering spirit; preferring to wander from place to place rather than to stay in the same abode for a extended period of time. She can appear, to the foolish mortal eye, to be shy and meek, when in truth she is merely waiting and watching. Alyxea is a dark soul, enveloped by her past and yet living in both the present and the future. Love is an unknown concept to her, yet one that she longed to feel for far too long. Misery, pain, loss, and freedom and the only concepts that she is well-aquainted with, aside from life, death, and fighting. At times, she does not know what she feels is right truly is the right thing, but follows her heart and trusts her instincts. They haven't led her wrong yet.

Weapons: Shaedowic: This blade has been spoken of throughout the length of time, and no one but Alyxea has ever wielded it. This magnificent sword was crafted by great artists, mechanics, archeticts, and scientists of the time. It has a pure silver blade with blood red tribal markins running along its face and bloodline, and its handle is pure black and wrapped in bandages - similar to Alyxea's arms, legs, and lower wings. It has a red jewel imbedded in its hilt that seems to glow with some unknown and deadly light. But, no cuts or faults can be seen in the blade. The reason being that Alyxea has been said not to have ever used this sword in the millenia that she has been in possession of it.

Black Raein: A great and powerful Daemon was said to have been imprisoned in the metal of this magnificent scythe long ago. The Daemon's name was Raein, and at the time controlled the powers of torture and the rain. That is, of course, until he was imprisoned in a scythe of great magnitude. No other soul but Alyxea Daecivia was trusted to wield the scythe and make sure Raein never escaped from his entrapment. The scythe itself has a black handle that is, of course, wrapped tightly in bandages, and a silver blade with black spikes extending out of its back. A chain extends from the bottom of the scythe, ending in a large, fleur-de-lee shaped blood red spike. This is Alyxea's most commonly-used weapon, and there is a great story behind her connection to both the scythe and the Daemon within it.

Abilities: Alyxea holds the power to control the elements, and she has mastered this minute power to great extents. Though this is the least of her powers, through them Alyxea has gained other abilities. Through the mastered element of fire, Alyxea gained the ability to solidify black fire and fire into whatever she pleases, and use them to her will. Through the mastered element of earth, Alyxea gained the ability to shapeshift into many creatures, including the animals of Earth and mirrored images of mortals. Through the mastered element of air, Alyxea gained the ability to fly even faster than she normally was able to with her great wings, which alone was far faster than you might imagine. Through the mastered element of water, Alyxea gained the abilities of mind control and memory erasing. From the Daemon trapped within her scythe, Alyxea also gained the ability over shadows and darkness. There is little known about this power, and we await for light to be shed upon it.

Alyxea is able to rapidly heal herself and regenerate lost limbs, organs, and even her weapons if part of them break off. Alone, of course, it is still extremely hard to harm her or even cause a scratch to form. She has the ability to control time itself, and can stop time at any point. She can also either fast forward or rewind to any point in time, whether it be a mere millisecond into the future or past, or millenia into the future or past. Also, she can stop time around her but still be able to move, and is able to stay in this state for as long as she likes.

Likes:

Rain
Scythes
Wolves
The scent of Vanilla
London Architecture
Moonlight

Dislikes:

Sheep
Sunlight
Small Children
Crowds
Enclosed Spaces
Vegetables

History: Rain, falling on windowpanes and extending its stormy grasp for miles on end. Dark clouds hung in the sky, black, grey, and threatening to the mortal eye. An almost blinding flash of lighting lit up the area, which was soon followed by a roar of thunder. Lit up with an eeiry light, clothes billowing in the wind and rain falling all around it, a lone hooded figure stood atop the steeple of an abandoned church. Many buildings lie in ruin on the damp ground, and faint embers could still be seen in some of the drier places, though they would surely soon be put out by the falling rain. It was nighttime, and the moon shone out behind a thin layer of clouds in the sky. It cast it's faint light upon Alyxea as the lightning's flash faded, and she stood there, perfectly balanced on such a small area as the tip of the cross on top of the church. She had come back here, to her hold hometown that had recently been destroyed admist the grip of war on her homeworld - Alahana. Oh, so many memories were in her past ... good, and bad. Though Alyxea would rather have it never to go back to such a time, she found herself reconciling on past events and her lifetime thusfar ...

"I was born in the world of Alahana, in the small town previously called Synta. My seemingly happy family consisted of me, my parents, my younger sister named Amelia and an older brother named Vince. I grew up a happy, yet troublesome, child. As a young child, I used to always get into trouble and such ... ah, how naive I was of the true nature of existence. To exist, one cannot simply experience only the bad in life. Good things come with bad things, and bad with good. Without great pains, it was said, in mortal existence, then the great majesty of life in Paradise wouldn't even matter. But, what paradise exists that would admit me into its peaceful hold? Of course, I have Angael blood running through my veins, but it has been tormented and contaminated with Daemon Syns and thoughts. Originally, I blamed this on the Daemon that lie within my Scythe, Raein, though now I see it was just me and me alone that caused this damnation.

Oh ... that scythe and that Daemon. How I wish I was never given it, seemingly to protect it from the Daemon Raein escaping. But I should not have been the one entrusted with this power and responsibility ... because I was the one entrusted, though, I lost everything dear to me. When I was eight years old, I was said to be a child prodigy. A genius in both fighting and mental arts, they said. Great power will come to her, they said. To this day, I don't know if they were right or wrong. I may have very well been a child prodigy, a genius. And great power did come to me, but not in the way that they expected. A year later, the Elders of my village held a meeting. A meeting about none other than Alyxea Decivia and the scythe that held within it something much greater than me. Somehow, they came to the decision that an eight year old girl who was only supposed to be a prodigy was fit to guard and wield a scythe that held, captured within its cold metal, the great, powerful, and naturally evil Daemon named Raein. The Daemon controlled the arts of torture and death, and the falling rain. Of course, being the child I was, I was grateful for the attention and all-too excited about the situation as a whole. They thought that all was well now ... the scythe was in the hands of a genius. All was taken care of, and they need not worry about anything in the world now.

They were oh so very wrong. Because, soon after reciving the scythe, dark thoughts leaked into my mind like an evil poison, killing and tormenting. It didn't take control of me as a whole, but moreso effected my thoughts and feelings like some deadly drug. I soon grew into a very dark person, and by the age of thirteen was near both insanity and pure evil. But, thankfully, my Angael blood kept the full amount of evil from entirely engulfing me. Raein wouldn't have a victim in his guardian, that much was for sure. That is, from his immediate control. The dark and evil thoughts continued, and threatened to fully consume me in their dark folds. I had lost the light within myself, and my eyes had grown dull - losing their childhood stars of light. I had lost my childhood innocence to that Daemon, and eventually my life. I lost everything because of Raein ... but really, I lost everything because of none other than me myself.

Almost entirely consumed by evil, I had gotten up in the middle of the night. On that fateful night, evil finally leaked through my thoughts fully into my actions. I used my scythe, Black Raein, and in a fit of tears and rage, killed everyone and everything in my village. My family, friends ... everyone, all dead and gone. Hopes long forgotten, and memories awaiting to be forgotten. To this very day I do not completely know what came over me ... but when I killed them, I found a smile on my lips. I enjoyed it. It felt good ... to kill, and feel in complete control. But now I was completely alone in existence. The darkness fell over me like a cloud engulfing the light of the sun ... everything was gone, and all that was good in me had died. Within myself, I died that night. The year was 1819 ... the year I killed myself through my own actions.

I was entirely alone in cold existence, but though I hate to admit it, Raein provided comfort. He was a Daemon, I half of an Angael, and yet I was depending on him. Though I may have hated myself for it, he was probably the only way that I was kept from complete insanity, though his evil was what had almost pushed me to the edge of it. Raein was still trapped within my scythe, but he could communicate with me just fine. It was as if Raein and I had become one in the same ... a terrifying, yet somewhat comforting thought. I now had recieved great power from the Daemon, and from my own training and natural skill I became quite powerful. Anger and hatred was held within me ... and that only grew greater throughout time. But, I kept it within myself, locked away and eating away at me. Yet, I was far too strong to give in to such primal feelings.

By now, I had become an immortal of sorts. I had lost my humanity to Daemonic feelings, and my Angael blood was being overcome by the Daemon blood that had fused with my own. I was now half Angael and half Daemon ... but slowly becoming fully Daemon. My damnation seemed iminate, and that feeling only grew greater when surrounding countires eventually heard of my exploits. It was true, I had been terrorizing the world of Alahana, killing and trying to satiate my thirst for death. But, nothing quenced that thirst. Those surrounding countries banded together, seemingly to try and stop me. The fools, what could they do to such a dark and horrible being as myself? My beauty would fool their eyes, and then like a snake I would eliminate them. A part of me said to do this ... but another part simply wanted to die. And the only way for mortals to kill me for sure was the way that the soldiers in the countries' armies decided to do; burn me alive. I could have easily killed them all ... could have ended their exploits and destroyed their dreams ... but, somehow, I didn't. I merely allowed myself to be killed, and as I have said many times before, to this day I don't know why ... and I don't think I ever really will.

But, Raein would't allow me to die. It seemed that even a Daemon like him could care about a being like me, after all, we were one in the same. If I died, so would he. After I had been burned, Raein brought me back to life. Except now, I was truly immortal it seemed. Of course, there could be ways to kill one who had already died, but they would not be so easy to find. After all, I could regenerate myself quite easily, and it was of course very hard to injure me in the first place. Raein and I had returned from the dead ... and vengence seemed iminate. I immediately killed those who had seemingly killed me. But, I will never forgot the terror and disbelief on their faces. I wonder what thoughts were running through their meek little minds as they were about to be killed? I relish the thought of their fear ...

I had lost all of my dreams, my hopes. I had killed myself from the inside, and I hadn't even caused it in the first place. What I have become isn't of my own doing ... the mortals brought this on themselves. Now, they will face the wrath of both an Angael, and a Daemon."

Now, many years later, Alyxea Daecivia, formerly known as her fake name; Lycian Wolfe, raised her head, and her grey blue eyes glinted with an unknown source of light.

Theme Song: "These Walls" - Trapt
Battle Theme: "Firefly" - Breaking Benjamin

Quote: "You should have lived with open eyes and a closed heart"

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Ummm ill accept you the challenge. But your kind of a hypocrite. You say for no one to bring in an overpowered character, but your character can control time itself. One of the larger essences known in the omniverse. Whatever may be your excuse, you will not use that bullshit in our battle.

Now shall I choose the setting or is that your pleasure?

[Sir Meta Knight]

Originally Posted by LimitLess

Ummm ill accept you the challenge. But your kind of a hypocrite. You say for no one to bring in an overpowered character, but your character can control time itself. One of the larger essences known in the omniverse. Whatever may be your excuse, you will not use that bullshit in our battle.

Now shall I choose the setting or is that your pleasure?

lol, if you make a character that doesn't exist in time, such as a Manifest or an entity such as Valyon Lightstar, said power has no effect on you. Time =/= large essence, in fact. :/ It's large on the Material Plane, but not across many of the other planes, really. As a result, I'm judging this, if it is needed.

[Miss Murder]

Originally Posted by LimitLess

Ummm ill accept you the challenge. But your kind of a hypocrite. You say for no one to bring in an overpowered character, but your character can control time itself. One of the larger essences known in the omniverse. Whatever may be your excuse, you will not use that bullshit in our battle.

Now shall I choose the setting or is that your pleasure?

I had a faint feeling I was being slightly hypocritical. As long as you don't use any characters with such powers, then I won't include that power either. I accept your offer, Limitless, if that's the case.

Also, I would like for the setting to be in the remains of the very town Alyxea was standing in, in the beginning and end of her History, if you don't mind. Nighttime, raining, that deal.

Sound good?

And SMK, I would be happy if you judged.

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Originally Posted by Sir Meta Knight

lol, if you make a character that doesn't exist in time, such as a Manifest or an entity such as Valyon Lightstar, said power has no effect on you. Time =/= large essence, in fact. :/ It's large on the Material Plane, but not across many of the other planes, really. As a result, I'm judging this, if it is needed.

Yeah well im not making a whole new character to deal with one lil power like that.

Setting is fine.

Here my template: {And you may see me editing my template every now and then, but im not adding powers or anything of that sort. Just giving more to the bio since I have a bit more time to work on it.}

Name- Choulyn Bul-Kathos

Age- 999

Gender- Male

Likes//
~Fighting
~Strong Willed
~Godlike powers
~Dark Weather
~Food
~Disruption

Dislikes//
~Holy
~Good Weather
~Confident individuals

Appearance- http://www.webster.edu/~cschmitz/wel...ges/kenfan.jpg

Arnaments~Blade of Alramon- Also known as The Blade of Last Hope, this blade was forged for only one reason, war.This was the last known weapon of the Terks, used in the war of All End. Made of a metallic substance wrapped in a coating of Aida, it was known to have a deep power lurking inside. This hasn't been seen as the true power of blade won't be revealed without a deep connection with its wielder. It resembles a sword that the samurai's used but larger in appearance. The hilt is lined with a dark maroon also layered with white markings upon the mighty blade.

Falthos' Gloves- Disregarded as banned to the Boureiverse, they were made by his father's own hands. They were suited with the powers to in simple terms rearrange molecules and atoms, or smaller particles of existence. This would in turn allow him to manipulate inorganic material and even organic at a level that hasn't been seen. The gloves are a dark red, almost black. Small chains wrap around the wrist. Each finger has a small robust layer of depth to the gloves.

Bul-Kathos' Miniscule- A hardy shield to say in the least. People are confused about its apperanace, as it can take the form of the wielder's emotions. But plainly it is a round shield, equipped with a small phoenix marking abreast the face of it. The handle is made with easy access and has several slots in the back for whatever satisfaction it suits you.

Anger- The shield will change into a large barrier that forms around the space of Choulyn.
Fear- Very small in size, almost spherical and the size of his fist. It turns a light blue, but is hardly used.
Confidence- Turns into a spiked shield, lined with five inch nails on each side. A large metallic bubble surrounds the face of the defensive mechanism.
Other- Turns into something that resembles a tower shield. It is fairly large but as light as a feather, only as strong as any blade could be used. It looks layered with small wooden pieces and coated with a gold lining. The outer edges curve in somewhat giving it a curved nature.

History- Choulyn was born a God, under the mighty father of Falthos. This god bore another child, in fact three others. Two girls, and two boys, including Choulyn. These five were the beginning of the Boureiverse. Each were given a certain ability. And they used each to their will. A gift from their father. Choulyn choose to create his own planet, where he began his life.

The planet was named Deitraion. It was lush with life, thanks to Bul-Kathos. He took an interest in creating his own castles, marvelous buidlings. He spent most of his teen years on this planet, until he grew a bit power hungry. Within this time, he was crowned and bore himself a wife. Why at such an early time? Well they didn't go by a normal age system. Instead of years, their age was bore by how many battles they won. After a certain amount they were given privilages. And Choulyn had gained this gift.

In only a year after his marriage he raised an army, one that would see to take over the planet he had created. Being a god and all of course he could just wish it as his, but his father saw fit to limit these powers to a minimum and nothing to the extreme. So he abidded this, and took his army to the far edges of Deitraion. He would win a few, but not too much longer and his army saw disadvantages to other technology. He was on the losing side and anger began to fill. With his almighty abilities he wished all armies away but a consequence was bore. His father accused him of abuse and he was sealed within a small world underneath the Boureiverse.

This place was the very center where the source known as Aida flowed. Aida was in simple terms, our word for ambience or air. In the Boureiverse, gravity was their source of life and Aida served gravity's purpose of holding the universe together. It was a strong force, and it had to go through this area, to restrict its power to a minimum as well. If it were released within the verse at its current power, its suction would be too much, and it would create small voids that would eventually take over the Boureiverse. This small realm was also a balance in the Boureiverse with the upperworld of the universe the other part. The Boureiverse works with an equilibrium. Everything must be in balance, meaning that one couldn't attack with something special, because it would disrupt the balance. If this were done it would be negated to make an equilibrium again.

After centuries of being sealed within this underrealm, he grew curious. Instead of letting things go like natural he took a liking to this Aida. He ran himself within the stream of this source and it took over him like a plague. Like a virus attacking a cell. It overpowered him, but he didn't die. Instead the power took control over his being and he was now able to use this Aida to serve himself. He found himself a new manipulation of this gravitational force. Small voids were created with a flicker of his fingers. Vortexs with a blink of the eye. He was unstopppable now.

Angered by his Falthos's past decision, he choose to stand up to him. He escaped this realm and meet with the bearer of the Boureiverse. Choulyn fought, while Falthos only wept at his sons transformation. How could he do this to himself? Choulyn had gained an incredible amount of power and in turn sealed the Almighty within a black hole.

Bul-Kathos had became the god of the Boureiverse now, and this became bourdensome upon his siblings. His sister, named Deira, talked to him, and influenced him to allow her to bring him back to his past to change things. They wouldn't be the same without their father and would become lost. Deira had an amazing gift that he would now gain insight upon. This "gift" allowed her to bring people back to past events and possibly change events, that could lead to a new current future. While in this process, she hadn't gone back far enough and Choulyn was brought to the part where he inhabited the Aida for the first time. Without him knowing what he was doing, the power scrambled from within and fused with his godly energy. This created a cataclysmic effect.

A dark void, opening like a black hole formed within the middle of their universe. The intensity was so great that the verse itself become one with this hole. It took a turn for the worst......

Bul-Kathos woke up only to find things different. Not just different, but almost completely opposite. Regular forms that resided on planets were those of spirits. They were somewhat still in their human forms, but instead of looking physical, they looked spiritual. Everything had become this ghastly form, even himself. Magic in the realm had a different effect. Fire would be that of ice, and vice versa. Also the balance effect no longer took a turn for the good of the universe. Another effect known as the disruption effect took place. Instead of creating a balance, the universe would have to be in a constant disruption with a spell. So if an opponent used anything type of magic, it could be used, but if an opponent used an attack of his own to create a balance it would be negated. He was baffled at this and found the only normal thing was the ambience. Aida was still the form of gravity, and gravity their supply of air. But questions still aroused him. What about his siblings? His father? What had he actually changed?

Sol Tal-Rasha, his brother, had taken a turn on an evil path, creating his own planets. These planets become destructive willed. Only to take over his fathers place and do his own will within the Boureiverse. Was it now his duty to take down his own blood? He didn't bother for the moment. His brother was only scheming, maybe in time he would have to worry about it all. But as he grew on this matter, he realized he had all his powers plus they few he had been gifted with by his sisters and brothers, but he wasn't almighty now longer. His godlike powers had been deprived of him.

Once a god, now nothing.....

Bul-kathos, was in the midst of the planet Tolerance. A wastelful land. Filled with thieves, people on the edge of death, and those seen in nightmares now that this was a whole different verse. Clans of all sorts lived on the brink of competition. Somewhere upon this land laid a magical pair of gloves. Gloves of his own father Falthos. This attire gave anyone the power to scuplt and dematerialize. These were used by Falthos alone to scultp the Boureiverse into what it was. It didn't take him long as he knew the essence his father had, and the gloves grew in power with this essence. He found them atop a cliff, hidden in the depths of a cliff. Another expansion in knowledge and power, his brother found him and confronted him with Choulyn's new power.

He wished to take it from him, but being as stubborn as he was he wouldn't give in. Instead he would take the beauty of death with him. He was killed by his own brother and sent to a realm of the dead, Seken-Relian. A haven for those who have died but not yet given up hope of obtaining life once more.

On the better side of his life, Falthos was there to greet him. There was a new threat within their own home. The flipping of the Boureiverse in turn, changed a few to gods, and took his powers. This clan known as Vekiah-Ten. The united with Tal-Rasha and planned to take over the verse, and control Aida to a supernatural rate. They even held Deira hostage, planning to extract her powers and use them to manipulate a chaotic force. Even if they did, they didn't know the full extent of chaos and would kill many innocent lives. Being given a new life, it was up to him to prevent them.

Tal-Rasha and Vekiah-Ten resided on his former planet Deitraion. It was completely changed. Everything with high technology, armies residing in every area seen on surface, and people treated like slaves. Making his way back to his former kingdom he found out, tragically that his wife had been killed. On her finger, she still held their wedding ring. Engraved was "Stone of Kathos." Angered by his lost love he focused on killing his brother. Destorying everything he created. In this moment a sigil grew from the ring. As he continued to focus, his belief came true. Almost passing out from the extension of power, what he believed came true. The world around him, was destroyed almost upon sight. A wasteless land. His thought's now becoming reality? Un heard of, but he had done the impossible in the blinkof any eye. This was hinted to be something called thought-formancy. He enjoyed this power and begin to feel power hungry once more. He wouldn't let it take control of him anymore though.

Theme Song- Trivium/ Like Light to Flies

He was once a god, but could kill one just as easy....

[Miss Murder]

Looks good, Limitless. If you would, please make the first post.

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Sorry but you made the challenge. That's your job bro.

[Miss Murder]

(( I'm a girl, FYI. But all right, fair enough. ))

Moonlight shone overhead, reflecting off of the raindrops quickly falling from the dark and stormy sky. Alyxea Daecivia stood, perfectly balanced as she had been since the rain began to fall three hours previously on the tip of the cross atop the steeple of the dark and abandoned church. How she had despised entering this church when she was younger and growing up in this damned village. Yet, it was a very religious and superstious time. If she wasn't careful, Alyxea herself could have been charged with Satanism and Witchcraft, as was the trademark of the time.

How naive the Elders in Synta had been ... foolish and untouched by the cruelties of the real world around them. All that she had been exposed to was superstions and foolishness, and yet Alyxea had been far less naive than any other in Synta was. And, Alyxea had destroyed the people in the village, for rightful reasons. She and the Daemon Raein had, together, and they had continued to do so for years to come. War had left the rest of Synta in ruin; the ruins in which Alyxea now stood.

Lightning flashed, lighting up the area and illuminating Alyxea with a sinister glow. The flash of lightning was soon followed by a deep and bellowing roar of thunder. In the brief moment of bright light that eminated from the lightning's flash, Alyxea's eyes narrowed just a mere fraction.

[TheTerrorofDeath]

The omniverse.

Such a massive word for such an existence. Choulyn found himself wondering of what existed on other parts. He had been repressed in this universe for so long and he grew tired of they supressed memories he found himself fond of. Standing on the edge of the Boureiverse, he placed his hand on the atmosphere in front of him. Reaching out further, it disinegrated into a portal of sorts. He smiled and walked on.

He found himself standing in the middle of an inadequate room. Several black holes were seen emitting a dark glow that was clear by sound. They rang loudly, as all the noises from these different universes passed through this stage to another. He placed his palm upon his ears and stepped up to the first that he glanced upon. It was brighter than others as if it were telling him something. He jumped through and landed upon an unfamiliar territory.

A church.

He had never witnessed one by his own eyes, but knowledge would tell him different. They were religious chapels that only by his teachings caused destruction and war. Edifices that tried to enforce their rules to society and he caught on to this as an evil imposer of will. The first time he heard of this structuce he vowed to kill anyone associtated with such a majority.

He gandered around at his surroundings. He stood facing a large casting bell. Such a marvelous sight, but it rang a different tone to Choulyn. With a heavy whip of his arm, he thrust his blade foward, splitting its sides. It fell shortly only to give out a last cry of its power. It rang fiercely as he squinted at the terror. After the abolition of the device he took himself down a flight of stairs.

Chairs were lined with a fur coating and a golden hue. Everything stood tall and glamerous as if it were something to be proud of. He cussed to himself silently as even the slighest steps echoed across the glass stained walls. In the distance he witnessed a beauty. She stood with elegance, imposing her glances to the church. He quickly made himself known.

"If you are who I think you are, you shall die in my arms tonight, my love."

[Miss Murder]

Alyxea's eyes had flicked to the left as, through the pouring rain, she heard a loud gong as the church bell was torn down. Though she didn't make a move, her senses immediately went on full alert. She could pick out what to and what not to hear, and she dulled out the sound of the falling rain to try and listen intently to other noises beyond it.

As soon as she did, a voice rang out in the night. It said, "If you are who I think you are, you shall die in my arms tonight, my love."

Alyxea narrowed her eyes, and said, still with her head turned in the opposite direction of the figure, who she now knew to be a man, "Oh, really? ... I beg to differ ..." She said this quietly, and despite herself, one side of her mouth threatened to twitch upwards in the ghost of a grin. Who this man was, exactly, Alyxea wasn't sure. Though there was something about his words, his tone ...

In the flicker of the eye, Alyxea's figure disappeared from where it had been poised perfectly. To some without a wary eye, it would have appeared that the figure they thought they had seen was nothing more than a reflection of moonlight on raindrops. But, others would have known better. Though Alyxea had seemed to disappear from the very fabrics of existence, in reality she had - in a way - merely 'teleported' to another area on what would soon surely become a battlefield. In reality, she had quickly shifted into the Verse of the Shadowic, or Shadowverse. In this area, Alyxea was given the ability to transport herself to other areas, whether they be close by or far away from where she had originally been prior to shifting into the Shadowverse. This ability, and the Shadowverse, had become available to Alyxea through her connection to the Daemon Raein and the shadow and darkness-based powers she had aquired through him.

Alyxea reappeared roughly five feet behind the man, who she could now see fairly clearly through the downpour. In a mass of swirling black and grey shadows and solidifying darkness, Alyxea's scythe, Black Raein, swiftly took form in Alyxea's outreached hand. In her next movement, Alyxea swung the scythe at an astonishing speed, and it was heading directly for the head of the man before Alyxea. Though she knew that surely this wouldn't harm the man himself, Alyxea was attempting to see the man's powers. She realized she didn't even know his name or title, but that was irrelevant at the time.

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Humiliating.

He found her techniques simple and plain. Maybe just to brighten things up for a bit and test eachother out. He didn't differ with her situation but her attack was in broad terms, boring. Her manipulation of this so called transportation may of been the most thrilling thing but only allowed a smirk to rise as he had already anticipated her attack.

He heard his opponent reappear behind him, readying her scythe. Her thrust was a high horizontal one and he only rolled foward, ducking out of the way. Her momentum carried from her miss surely would catch her off guard and he quickly made his offensive.

The shattered glimpses of the bell were now his motive. He raised his right glove and began to wiggle his fingers as if he were sculpting something. In fact, he was. He allowed a smaller piece to fuse with a larger one and formed different arrangements of weapons. Small spiked balls, javelins, and even small daggers with sharpened ends. This was just a faint glow of his ability. Her transportation could be handy in most situations and sooner or later she would realize that it wouldn't be the best option.

He threw his hand foward and allowed each to glide in the air at an astonishing rate towards the women. He hated to ruin such a pretty face, but all of those facts were blown out of proportion in battle. He bowed to the woman and stood there with an intense posture just waiting for what the outcome would be.

"I really do hope you don't die on me too quickly. I enjoy watching you."

[Miss Murder]

Alyxea's eyes shimmered as they flicked to one side and saw the forged weapons flying at amazing speeds towards her. Though she was still caught in the swing of her scythe, instead of futily attempting to cease the attack, Alyxea forced the scythe to move faster. It's tip sunk into the damp ground, and in that very moment her own shadow raised up and solidified. A large, black, red-eyed and curved-horned Daemon formed from it in mere milliseconds. Though only the top half of its body was visible, and it had shrunked itself considerably to match its surroundings and current situation, Raein was still large, muscular, and all-too intimidating.

The forged weapons seemed to sink into Raein's very being, absorbing into his matter. But then, in nothing less than the following second, the weapons were shot back out of Raein, heading directly towards the body of the man. Except this time, the weapons were coated in what appeared to be black smoke and mist. And, the darkened weapons now could follow a given target wherevery they moved. In a way, they were heat-sensory.

With a deep and low growl, Raein's being sunk back into its original form - Alyxea's shadow. She turned her head around, and upon nodding her head as the man had bowed to her, she said, "That time shall not come anytime soon; don't fret."