The Leech Lord

[Rem]

Since I'm such a leech, I've decided to bring out a very "leech" character. This is an open challenge to anyone and everyone, meaning I'll take on more than one opponent if neccessary, but before I post my character I need someone to answer this question.

Is Jinsei still merged with Zetsumei's being?

[Chariot of Fire]

Time to swing low, and carry you home.

Mind if I enter? If so, I'll be putting up a new character.

EDIT:

Name
Apocrypha Revelation

Gender
????

Age
???? (has existed for about one year now)

Build
Can change- usually thin, spectral, ghost-like

Height
Can change- usually 6’3”

Weight
Can change- usually 0 lbs

Appearance
Apocypha Revelation’s natural form is that of a wraith-like specter. Gray/white, tattered robes flow over its bony structure, tearing in several places to reveal the skeletal body underneath. It does not have legs- instead its cloak flows over it like a gaseous tail of smoke. The end of its body usually appears to end in static, like an image fading out of focus. If one happens to glance under the cloak however, they might notice a large gleaming white emblem of a Cross emblazoned in its chest. Its head is not revealed, as it is hidden in constant shadow underneath a tattered hood. If one was too gaze beneath this outward gait however, they would see that its every color, every bony digit, is formed of constantly flowing letters. Inky black words make up its body, and if one can get close enough to read them, then they might uncover the secrets of its origins…

Personality
Apocrypha is destruction and finality imbued in physical form. It is divine judgment poured out into a shell of matter. It is the darkness before the dawn, locked away in a human vessel. If it has developed any sort of personality, it is that of spite, rebellion, and chaos. It does not follow rules. It does not follow orders. It does not respect cosmic law. It simply unleashes what is held inside it, banished forever from the place of its birth. Hateful of its creator, in denial of its own nature, Apocrypha despises the very nature of deities, although he grudgingly recognizes the One…

Nature
Apocrypha is imbued with and capable of unleashing the Final Judgment, as foretold in the Book of Revelations and witnessed by John in the Holy Word of God. He is capable of manipulating what it describes to the highest degree, even going so far as to stop certain portions of it while accelerating others. He can transform himself, based on the words used in the Book itself, and is capable of going even as far as to judge the souls of the people he destroys. Apocrypha is capable of pouring out plagues, unleashing the fury of the heavens, weighing the souls of the guilty against the purity of the innocent. He can even manifest himself into the Beasts of Revelations…

As he is the Final Judgment of the Christian God’s universe, he is must be understood in order to be destroyed.

Theme Song
Roar! Cloverfield Overture

History

(Abridged)

One year ago, the Manifestor of the Word read the entire Book of Revelations while under the influence of a powerful psychic. The Manifestor of the Word would have accidentally spawned the End of the World had his power been carried out, so the Lord intervened. The Final Judgment was locked inside of a new human body, using a Divine Seal to lock the Final Judgment within the body in the place of a soul. The Divine Seal would suppress the Final Judgment from overcoming the human body, and the Final Judgment would strike this Universe when God selected it was time.

Unfortunately, the human body was incapable of sustaining such wrath and venom from God’s Final Judgment, and it was warped into a monstrous remnant of a former human. The Lord exiled this being to outside this dimension, and now the being is forced to wander the realms of the Omniverse… at least, everywhere besides its own dimension, from which it has been locked.

[Purple Feather]

Originally Posted by Rem

Is Jinsei still merged with Zetsumei's being?

I believe it's Zetsumi's*, dear.

=)

[Breakdown]

Originally Posted by Purple Feather

I believe it's Zetsumi's*, dear.

=)

You grammar whore.

=)

I might join this, but I honestly don't care for this at the present moment.

[Rem]

Thank you all for answering my question. I guess it's a question that either Zetsumi or RoA themselves could answer.

@Cyber: Swing low and carry me home? That sounds....sexy. Of course you can enter, buddy.

@PF: Yes, that is how his username is spelled, I'm aware of that, but his character is actually spelled as "Zetsumei" because the word means death. That is shown in his most recent template, it's probably not shown in older versions.

@BD: Alright, let me know when you decide.

I have to use a school computer for the time being, which means you'll need to be patient. If this battle's first post was made today, than I would see it tomorrow and would make a post Thursday. If a response was made Friday, I would see it and respond Monday, you get the idea.

Since my question cannot be answered at the moment, here you go, my character. Does anyone remember his older version?

Name: Mitsumi
Title: "The Tragic Follower"
Gender: Male
Race: Humanesque

Occupation: Follower/Servant

Height: 6"2'
Weight: 149 lbs.
Complexion: Pale
Mental Age: 89
Physical Age: 25
Build: His build is rather muscular, which is a feature that is not a mimic of his gods, but he has stopped keeping it in tact to resolve that.

Appearance: His hair hangs across his forehead in jagged bangs, similar to that of Sasuke Uchiha's, and is pale white. His eyes are blood-red and skin as pale as his hair, he wears nothing to cover his upper body and wears obsidian armor over his arms. His legs are covered in black human jeans, but he wears a black battle skirt over it and black battle boots.

Personality: Mitsumi is completely loyal to Mitsukai, Zetsumi, and perhaps even Jinsei. He sees them all as his gods and has worshiped them to such an extreme level that he has combined his lust for power with his dedication to them, and has become a lot like them in some aspects. His extreme faith in these gods has made others pity him and most consider him pathetic.

Armaments: Rhythm of Apathy
This weapon works similar to Mitsukai's blade Resolve. Acting as an extension of his soul, the blade allows him to "resolve" or bend reality to his will in order to reflect his emotions or desires. The blade is blood-red, an occurring theme throughout Mitsumi, but the handle that holds it is a pitch black. The blade's strength is unimaginable, normally it can cut through even the hardest presence, and once enhanced it can reach unbelievable limits.

Likes:
- His gods
- Strawberries
- Pleasing his gods

Detests:
- The false gods
- Broccoli
- Displeasing his gods

Abilities:

Zetsumei: His dedication to his gods had lead him to learning some of the same powers they have. Mitsumi's dedication to Zetsumi had lead him to master the arts of the dead and the spirits, an art known as Necromancy. With Necromancy, Mitsumi can leave his body and roam freely as a soul; from there he can manifest himself back on to the physical plane or enter the body of a soulless host. Mitsumi can also use the souls of the dead almost like energy, he can meld them to objects to enhance them, and it is possible for him to steal the soul of a living person.

Mitsukai: His dedication to his gods had lead him to learning some of the same powers they have. Mitsumi's dedication to Mitsukai had lead him to master the ability to utilize his body's energy known as Chi. The style and uses of this ability are almost identical to Mitsukai's style. Mitsumi has also learned how to project himself on to the Astral Plane; this ability is known as Astral Projection.

Signature Techniques: Mitsumi attempts to mimic the techniques of his gods, but will often add some twists of his own to make them somewhat more original.

Penumbra: Mitsumi's dedication to his gods had brought to such an extreme that he gave up his body to take on a new appearance and to turn his body into just a bunch of matter. As a result, Mitsumi could manipulate the matter of his body which rewarded him with the ability to use the same technique of Zetsumi's known as Umbra. Mitsumi decided to make the ability slightly different by utilizing the Blood Lotus to the ability's advantage. Because of the Blood Lotus, the particles of his body can travel anywhere; this also allows him to divide himself into several locations at once.

Dangan: Originally Jinsei's technique, it involved compressing Chi into the fist, then shaping it to channel oxygen down a path, accelerating it to speeds that could quite easily destroy entire worlds, and resulting in an energy blast.

Blood Lotus: Similar to the Blood Autumn technique, a technique used by Mitsukai (?), it allows Mitsumi to transport himself and his opponent(s) to a realm where the sky is a deep blood red and a bright lotus shines within it. Blood red leaves and grass lay all about this realm. In this realm, Mitsumi has unrivaled speed and strength and has blades and other objects cleverly hidden within the leaves. This realm also serves as a path to all other locations, it is intertwined with all worlds and planes and therefore, endless. Mitsumi is the only one who can enter this realm unless he brings his opponent here, once here, his opponent cannot use the realm to transport himself to other locations. While in here, Mitsumi could spend an eternity in here without any time passing in the worlds outside. Another unique fact about the technique is that magic cannot exist in the realm, any magic that enters or used, withers away and is destroyed. Mitsumi is still able to use chi and his blades to his advantage here though.

Jinsei: Mitsumi actually knows little of him, he does know that Jinsei played some part in the lives of the gods he follows and as a result he has named this technique after him. To create some sense of beauty or ambience of the technique, Mitsumi takes a blood-red leaf and crushes it into an ash form and whispers the name "Jinsei". After this, the actual being Jinsei is separated from the actual Zetsumi and is either summoned, or merged with Mitsumi. This technique has never been used before and once used its use will be negated.

The Corridor of Dark Salvation: This technique utilizes the Blood Lotus by throwing the entire surroundings into it and limiting the space to a small corridor that places the opponent(s) only five steps in front of Mitsumi. Because Mitsumi is the only one who can use the realms abilities, escaping from this corridor proves to be impossible, and using magic is impossible here. The next phase of the technique involves Mitsumi calling forth a blade titled "Dark Salvation". Though already within the Blood Lotus, the ability of instant travel is still possible, this allows Mitsumi to cast the blade upon the opponent with immediate speed, before you could process the thoughts of what is happening to you, the blades effect would already have been completed. The blade eats away at the opponent like an onion, quickly taking away everything that composes the opponent one layer at a time (material being, soul, essence, magic, etc.) There is but one theoretical escape, and it is one of the few and only signs of compassion shown by Mitsumi. By simply saying "You are my superior, and are better than me in every way", the corridor fades away and everything returns to normal, the battle ends there however, and Mitsumi is left as the victor. If you do not, then the blade will be cast upon you. This ability is an expression of Mitsumi's superiority complex.

History:
Like most tales, this one starts at the beginning. Not the actual beginning of Mitsumi, but the events that led to his creation is where this tale starts. The tale began when a large sphere appeared in the skies of a small planet. This small world took notice instantly and of course made their best attempts at figuring out what it was. No science could tell them what it was, so they looked to the spiritual direction, they claimed that it was a gift from the great creator. Little did they know that they were wrong; far in whatever plane the gods reside, a powerful and supreme being known as Gaia had been slain, and rather than allow his slayer take his power, he divided himself and his power into several spheres that drifted across the material worlds. This planet had been lucky enough to receive one.

Though sciences could not tell what it was, it certainly aided in deciding what to do with it. They revealed that it would take several months, perhaps a year for this power to make contact with their small planet. With that time, the inhabitants of this world crafted a device that would absorb this power and feed it into their planet, hopefully making it healthier or larger; they did this because they weren't exactly sure what would happen if the power were to make direct contact with their planet. After long months of labor, they finished their device and retired into the night to sleep in hopes that they would awaken to a new, beautiful planet. This tale takes a turn here however, as a power-hungry man named Ren enters the story. Despising his human limits and status, he always looked for power, for enhancement it was because of his hunger for power that he ended up being titled a criminal. As the large sphere of power neared its contact with the device, Ren detached it from the planet and hooked it directly into himself.

The great amount of power that had surged into Ren ended up making Ren pay the ultimate price for his hunger. As it surged into him, Ren absorbed all of it, but his entire being broke in two, his body divided across the Omniverse as a living shell, and his soul met the same fate only manifesting as something much different. The people of the planet awoke to pure dismay. As for Ren's pieces, their fates were different. His body lived on, taking on a slightly different appearance and began to live out a different life as if nothing happened, for he was not aware of what he was or what he ha once done. His body seemed to absorb the majority of the power as it had been granted supreme power. His soul however had absorbed the magnificent light of Gaia and manifested as a matter form of this light. The soul had absorbed a small amount of the power though, as necromancy skills came to it. The soul was not aware of its previous existence as well. Before long, as always, the soul and the body were destined to find each other, and when they did they were still unaware of each other and joined together as an alliance. The soul took the body along with him on a killing spree across the cosmos, slaying warriors of the greatest caliber. Soon the body became reluctant, as he was the "good" side of the two; this resulted in the soul killing and ultimately destroying the body. This soul became known as Anima Deus and continued his killing and mad search for more power, it was perhaps the personality of Ren seeping through.

There is always something more powerful out there, it wasn't long before Anima met a being better than him, and the name of this presence was Art. Art was perhaps far more power hungry than Mitsumi, Art found away to absorb and conceal an entire verse, a verse of the dead within him, of course, the consequences reflected with Art's appearance. Art appeared as a skeletal and skinless figure wielding a scythe. The tale does not end here, as Art fell to admiration when he learned of three great beings known as Zetsumei, Mitsukai, and Jinsei. Filled with admiration and inspiration, he went to work in creating his own experimental shrines to these beings. He attempted to create three beings just like them and make them shrines of respect to them. Art failed unfortunately and was only able to create two failures, Mitsumi and Zetsukai. These two did not hold the powers they were meant to have and looked nothing close to what they should. Before Art could successfully rid himself of his failures, Mitsumi and Zetsukai dove into Art's essence and destroyed him from the inside, he too was destroyed by something more powerful. They had been connected to him in that way so they were able to enter him easily. This did however leave Anima Deus free; Anima quickly hid himself into the depths of the Omniverse, hiding away until he could rise up again, more powerful.

Soon Mitsumi and Zetsukai's tale became similar to that of Ren's body and soul. Mitsumi and Zetsukai joined together in a path of destruction and after a bit of time, Mitsumi killed and absorbed Zetsukai, something that is becoming nature to this tale of power-hungry beings. Mitsumi met his end too of course; he met with Art's lover, he mated with his creator's lover, something he was not ashamed to do, Mitsumi was still striking Art even in the afterlife. Art's lover was Ankuko and was a far better being than Mitsumi, Ankuko banished Mitsumi to a dimensional prison that could never hope to escape. Imprisoned, he still knew that there was something left for him; he had known that he impregnated the Ankuko woman and would soon have a son. He was right, Ankuko kept the child and the father's name had been bestowed upon it. His father, still imprisoned, decided that he'd rather allow his soul to serve a better purpose; he split his soul from himself and allowed it to merge with his son's, a gift before he departed from this existence.

Ankuko took great care of the child and told him of his father and what he represented. The young man's mind absorbed it like a sponge and quickly decided to follow his father by dedicating himself to the three beings he now saw as gods, Mitsukai, Zetsumei, and Jinsei. Ankuko aided him with his quest to become one with his gods; Ankuko had developed a great mother's love for the child and wanted to assist with his goals in any way, no matter how extreme. Soon his devotion led him down a path that ended up with him sacrificing his entire body to become like his gods. Mitsumi eventually matured into a man, and his practices became more extreme. Mitsumi learned that his father had actually battled with the one's they followed so much, not to kill, but to experience their magnificence. However, Mitsukai and Zetsumei were unaware that during this battle, Mitsumi had managed to steal a small piece of their souls by simply being graced in battle by them, they had been unknowingly manipulated. This small piece was enough to allow Mitsumi's father, and now because his soul is merged with his son's, Mitsumi to have a connection to their souls, and to have a piece of them compose his own soul. This is what ultimately allowed Mitsumi to develop the Jinsei technique. One day he'll call upon the technique to reach an ultimate faith, he'll be merged with his very own god. For now however, he's left his mother to search for his gods so that he might meet them and tell them of the things he's done in their name.

Theme Song: 30 Seconds to Mars - From Yesterday
Battle Theme: God of War OST - The Minotaur

The question related to the technique "Jinsei".

[Purple Feather]

Originally Posted by Rem

@PF: Yes, that is how his username is spelled, I'm aware of that, but his character is actually spelled as "Zetsumei" because the word means death. That is shown in his most recent template, it's probably not shown in older versions.

=(

I'll join as Lassistaya. Would you mind if I didn't use a template, Mr. Leech? ._.

Edit: Here you go.

Name: Lassistaya Enrah (Lassie, for short.)

Age: Died at the age of twenty-nine. Otherwise, she’s several hundred years old. As of now, she’s nothing more than a memory.

Sex: Female

Occupation/Job: A poet/writer…A mother.

Behavior/Description: Though her behavior changes when her emotional states are triggered, when she isn’t in one of those phases, she is normally a kind person. Lassie is very intelligent, whether she shows it or not, but has always been the type who keeps to themselves. She also tends to be quite shy around strangers, perhaps comparable to the least talkative person around the dinner table, always keeping her eyes where her food is and not making any eye contact with anyone. While not exactly the fighting type, she has found herself doing so due to either wanting to protect something or someone or because she had done so during one of her emotional phases.

Lassie is generally a very caring type of woman and brave at heart, but ever since her death, she has steered away from the friendship of others, due to the fact that she is only ‘alive’ through the memory of her writing. She is no longer human nor is she dead or alive, but a remnant, and cannot simply fade away; she does not wish to see her friends die before her eyes simply because she is not able to do so.

Quite obviously, Lassie loves to write both poetry and short stories and, over the years, has practiced her mental abilities so much that she had gained the ability to bring the very essence of her literature to life. However, such things come with sacrifice. In doing so, the feeling she had felt when writing whatever she is, attempting to bring to life consumes her and triggers different powers within her.

Appearance:

Possessions: Lassie always keeps two things close to her, at all times. She considers them a part of her, for they have been with her through just about everything in her life. One of them is her diary, with which she has her entire life story as well as her poetry written upon its pages. The second item is the quill she has always used to write in her diary with. It is a beautiful purple feather, maintaining its appearance for all the years she has used it, for she still believes it to be magical in ways only few could comprehend. There is a slot for the quill upon the spine of the diary. She was given these items by her first and only love, whom she had lost upon the day of her death, still feeling his presence as she keeps them close to her.

Capabilities: A mind master; Lassie eases in the arts of psionics, through her many years of practice. Her life had been revolved around her writing, seeing it as a way to relieve herself of any pain that she is feeling when she does so. Due to this, it has been led to believe that her emotions trigger different aspects of her powers. Her emotions can be triggered either by what goes on during the battle or by certain poems that she uses during the battle. She has always had the ability to manifest her poetry and other literature into reality, in anyway she wishes. Lassie also has a great voice ^^.

Happiness- Through her happiness, she is able to heal her wounds to a great extent. However, if she is too badly injured, it will only work so much. She will also be able to manipulate sound, most of the time using her own voice as a weapon. Her singing capabilities become much better while in this state.

Fear- In her state of fear, she will be able to create illusions with ease, manipulating the very senses of her opponent to a point where the illusion will be completely real to them. Her very fears may also leak out of her mind within this state, however, she will have little or no control over it.

Animosity- Through her animosity, she is probably in her most uncontrollable and perhaps vulnerable state, but, at the same time, one of her most powerful. In this state, she can reek havoc with the darkest of magic. It can be described as the exact opposite of her happiness, in a way; rather than being able to heal, she can only destroy and use her powers to her offensive.

Serenity- In this state, she is probably in her most focused. Due to this, she is able to utilize the powers of her spiritual energy to their full extent. She uses the arts of Incarnum quite often, if not always, when in this state.

Faith- Through her faith, her powers as a psionic become much stronger and easier to use. She also gains the ability to conjure a variety of barriers and/or shields, which he can use either to defend herself or to entrap her enemies. These barriers can range from mental shields to anti magic shells. Since her primary capabilities are enhanced in this state, as well as being able to conjure powerful barriers, this has been known to be her most balanced state, having both a great offensive and defensive.

Depression- What happens during her depressed state is totally unpredictable. It usually depends on what exactly had made her this way to begin with, but it can be either very dangerous for her opponent or a huge advantage, for she may simply lose her will to fight and become sluggish in her movements or her attacks become weaker.

[Rem]

Cyber says he won't be able to post until about Friday.

PF, since I like to know what I'm up against, and because I have no idea who Lassistaya is, I'd perfer a template. If you absolutely have to not put a template up, that's fine I guess.

Alright, let's not waste time, somebody go ahead and make a post. Don't worry about introductions either, lets just get right into battle, and please include a location.

[Just put the Knife DOWN]

Originally Posted by Rem

Is Jinsei still merged with Zetsumei's being?

Yeah.

But Jinsei's "memory" somehow manages to grace the field every now and again. These are known as "Nagori" and Mitsukai had one as well. I think Valyon destroyed it or something like that.

Also, Jinsei and Zetsumei/mi are both separately (so naturally collectively) more powerful than Mitsukai. But Mitsukai is an anomaly I suppose, so he probably has more latent potential.

As for Blood Autumn... well Tobias taught that to Wulfhramn, but because he was also Mitsukai's tutor for a point in time, it is logical to assume that he would have learned it as well.

[Rem]

OoC: I'll go ahead and make a short post to start things I guess. I now have the advantage of choosing the location unfortunately.


IC:

To slay the beings that did not follow them, a certain sidequest of his to keep him occupied as he searched the depths of The Omniverse for the gods. He had quickly got word of two nonbelievers and ventured out to deliver their divine punishment. Killing people simply because they do not follow the same faith is a bit extreme, but Mitsumi didn't let it effect him at all and simply continued with his genocide. It's odd though, how do you contact two people and tell them, "Hey, I want to kill you, come to this location and let's battle"? It puzzled him a bit, but he attempted to lure them here anyway, how they got here was none of his concern.

For Lassistaya, he promised to enhance her singing voice far beyond her current ability. A small slip of paper entailed of many false promises to make her voice talents more prominent. The location to meet her mystery entity was one that would work to Mitsumi's advantage; if it worked to the others advantage, he didn't care for he felt nearly invincible, and this feeling would perhaps never change. This location was a graveyard, a rather special graveyard in fact, special to Mitsumi. This graveyard is where the many warriors slain by Zetsumei had been buried. They are not the sole residents of this graveyard however.

In the depths of the darkness, was it them? Had they arrived yet? He grew impatient.

[Chariot of Fire]

A graveyard... How fitting...

Cold gray tombstones rose from the earth like the teeth of a massive beast, inscribed with letters detailing the lives that had once been lived by the skeletal remnants that lay in the dirt beneath them... They had lived their lives full of promise. Lives of fierce and powerful warriors had ended here, cut off by a single man... The man must've been great in order to destroy such numbers... Perhaps that is why he was worshiped so by the other...

A spectral figure glided onto the graveyard, like a mere cloud of gray mist as it slipped through the cracks of the iron gate surrounding the graveyard... Its bones did not creak as it slipped through the air, as silent as a cloud through the blackened sky. It produced no shadow as the moonlight struck its body, and although its tattered cloak moved smokily across the earth, no light pierced the darkness of the hood to reveal its face... It could have been mistaken for a shadow, or perhaps a small bit of cloth flung open in the wind. But a shining silver symbol on its chest gave it away... A small silver circle, with the image of a cross burned in the center... The damned seal... How it pained it to look at it.... But it moved with purpose, gliding easily over the ground as it found itself traversing the graveyard with ease... It had been called here, it reminded itself... and although its frame of mind was not completely stable, it knew that it was called here by someone... Who though?

It appeared to glance around, although it technically did not bear eyes. A rattling breath could be heard, but this was simply for something it called dramatic effect. It needed no oxygen to survive... It's eyes alighted upon a figure standing near the graveyard, clad in obsidian armor and with jagged black hair... He was the one who called... it could feel it...

Without another word, the spectre vanished into the ground, sliding seamlessly into the earth before rising up behind the figure, its voice rattling like a wooden board creaking in a drafty house.

"Whyyyyyyyyyyy?"

[Purple Feather]

Sorry, I don't think I'll have the time for this. You may proceed without me.

[Rem]

The sharp cry of the beast began as a soothing rhythm to his ears, but it quickly became a noise that acted as a knife being jabbed into his ear drum. Luckily, the cry died away after a few moments and Mitsumi's calm, motionless expression remained. Silence fell over the graveyard and not even breath or wind could be heard, not that Mitsumi bothered to breathe anyways. Soon a chaos broke upon the calmness and silence, it was Mitsumi's body, exploding with massive force. Every part of his body pushed outward with great intensity, the matter of his body distorted from a tall, solid figure into small, sharp pieces of matter that aimed to pierce anything in its path. Mitsumi's observations had informed him of this creature very little, so he had no idea what effect this would hold, but it didn't really matter, it was fun.

Soon, the quiet, dead ground beneath the tombs of the warriors crackled and shook until finally a unlively figure emerged. This dead figure quickly rippled into the image of Mitsumi, revealing that it was in fact him. His expression hadn't changed until now, he had smiled, it was a wide, malicious grin. He had given this grimace just before he ripped it apart to allow himself to speek.

"Don't speak insult, genocide begins tonight"

His motionless expression returned.

OoC: Time restricts me from making long posts, sorry.

[Chariot of Fire]

Apocrypha let out a rattling gasp as the figure exploded before him. Small sharp bits of matter shot in all directions, tearing into his body like a thousand angry knives. Apocrypha would have screamed if his vocal chords could have supported it. However the rattling breath inward; the burning intake of oxygen into his pale spectral body, which no longer needed it to survive, was all that managed to escape from his form as he was hurtled backward at breakneck speed. Wind ripped past his wraith-like cloak, ripping it further into shreds as he was propelled backward by the sheer force of the blast. Flying, like a comet hurtling toward Earth, Apocrypha Revelations was slammed backward through the graveyard, skidding backward through the air, before crashing down into the earth, driving several feet through the dirt before coming with a halt with a resounding crack. The splintering of fragile bones filled the air, and dust shot forth into the heavens as Apocrypha's momentum was halted suddenly by a large marble tomb-stone.

The dust rose, ghost-like in its nature, rising upward and cloaking Apocrypha's fallen form. His body was fragile... warped and twisted with the blackness of what it contained. Robbed of its physical strength and its humanity, the thing was barely a relic of what a human should look like... What normally would have killed a human almost disintegrated the skeletal form of Apocrypha Revelations... a bone or two had shattered definitely... All that could be heard was that rattling breath... a pitiful habit of a creature that no longer needed to do such a meaningless task...

Yet even as this occurred, from the cloud of dust which surrounded Apocrypha and bound him from view, a thin trail of smoke-like black ink rose into the air, like a serpent winding its way through the ocean. The ink was not simply scribbles however; it formed words, sentences; full phrases that were inscribed in a language unreadable by most. This undecipherable language rose from Apocrypha’s fallen form, almost invisible in the midst of the darkness and the cloudy smoke. It rippled lightly in the light, before quickly shooting into the ground, like a bolt of lightning. Where it struck the earth, a dark black crack suddenly opened in the earth, shooting across the earth like God himself was carving a line into the ground. Rumbling overtook the graveyard as tombs all around the graveyard began to crack as the earth shook.

Earthquake.

[Rem]

"Ah, so it did hold some effect on the creature, from his appearance it seemed as if he were some kind of specter"

As the turmoil subsided, the creature had already begun its retaliation, signaling that the conflict would finally start. It was a clever move, though the obvious way to dispose of an underground threat, but this would not stop Mitsumi. Just as quickly as the earthquake began, the thousands of dead had ripped up above the ground, no longer able to be effected by the turmoil below. Mitsumi wasn't exactly sure of the intensity of this earthquake, so to be safe he and his legion of undead disappeared, only to reappear when the earthquake subsided. By entering the Blood Lotus to reach a safe location, and then use it once more to return.

An interesting realm, the Blood Lotus, it let Mitsumi see in to all locations, this included what lay underneath the cloak. From within the inky domain of this creature, the Blood Lotus let loose a blade known as the Ifrit, and with it, an inferno. The blade quickly withered away only to become a raging, outward burst of fire with heat equal to the Milky Way's Sun. The ink that composed his body would soon boil and evaporate, and the cloak would be left to burn.

"Let's keep things interesting, so when you finish with that, try to inform me of why you follow your lies"

OoC: Sorry for the wait.

[Chariot of Fire]

The ground shook with the fervor of a raging animal. The ground split open, tombstones cracked in half, and the darkness of the earth’s depths was revealed to the pale moonlight. Apocrypha, in his frail, spectral form, did not quite see what had taken place before him. He did not see the thousands of undead corpses that had leapt up from their earthen tombs. He did not notice at first when they had vanished into oblivion, simply winking out of existence as easily as a snake vanishing into the bushes. He simply lay on the ground, breathing heavily as he felt the earthquake take its course. This body was so weak… simply inadequate for the twisted Words within… Apocrypha had not planned to battle today… he had not prepared himself a shell with which to fight…

Black Words began to rise like inky tendrils from where his body lay on the ground. His spectral cloak, which lay tattered and unmoving in the wind, was immobile, and his hands, clawed and skeletal in their appearance, barely budged as the black words began to wrap themselves around his body, like a pitch black cocoon. Apocrypha lay still, attempting to remain aware of all that took place around him, while the Words wrapped themselves around his skeletal frame. He did not however, notice when the creatures had returned. He did notice the blade which had appeared in the being’s hand. All he noticed, was the sudden burning inferno that was suddenly shooting towards him. The wave of fire was like a beacon in his mind, and instantly, without moving a single remnant of his pathetic human body, a single line of black text shot into the air, weaving itself like a snake in the night air before quickly spinning in front of Apocrypha’s body, a slimmer of ebony words against a raging torrent of fire.

The fire shot forth, but suddenly twisted inward, beginning to spin like a tornado as it was sucked inward into a small, single point. It was a beautiful sight to see; a swirling cyclone of brilliant flames, all twisting into a single space. The black Words had vanished, instead replaced by a single, golden bowl. This bowl, which was about the size of an average dinner plate, was shining, brilliant gold, enhanced by the reflecting light of the fire upon its surface. The fire itself was being sucked into the bowl with speed not unlike that of a tornado. Tongues of flame leapt into the air, as if trying in vain to escape, before being sucked into the golden bowl. There was a whoosh of air as the space that held the flame was replaced by air, and suddenly, without a further notice, the inferno was gone. Instead, a single golden bowl hung in the air, a brilliant golden flame brimming at its surface, like molten metal, or magma.

From the dust cloud that had surrounded Apocrypha’s fallen body, a single hand emerged. It was a beautiful, tan hand, one that showed the softness of a life undaunted by terror or by harm. From the dust, emerged a goddess, a beauty, a moonlit splendor. Her hair was long, dark brown, and combed with beautiful oils that releases a fragrance pleasing both to the eye and the nose. Her face was tan and beautiful; her cheekbones perfectly angled so as the present the image of perfect beauty. Her body was adorned in gorgeous purple apparel, the robes of royalty, each garment accentuating the curves of her lithe, perfect body. Golden circlets encircled her ankles and wrists, and she winked one of her single brown eyes as she stood up from the cloud of dust, a single soft hand reaching out to hold the golden bowl at the bottom. This golden bowl had held the fire of the Lord’s wrath, from the Altar of Punishment. The Whore of Babylon knew this so…

“What lies?” she replied sweetly, her fingers holding the bowl steadily as she threw her head back for a small laugh, “You look like a man who takes himself too seriously… I think you need to,” she stepped forward a bit, her hand moving the bowl about, sloshing its contents lightly, enticingly, “loosen up a bit…”