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Post by Behax on Aug 10, 2015 21:24:35 GMT
As he felt Octavius' fingers trail over the skin on his cheek, he felt a coldness developing in him. It was unfamiliar. What this broken creature was putting him through was changing him, to the very core of his being, twisting him. It made him feel just as sick as everything else Octavius did. He felt his back once again connect with the wall behind him, trapped again with the other's arms either side of him. More and more he was finding his voice, though the words weren't always his.
Convenient rhetoric to justify the abhorrent things you do to others," Cameron retorted, pressing himself close to the wall. The atmosphere was intense and heavy. He shuddered when he felt Octavius' teeth against his skin. He could tell the bite was coming, even before he felt the other's teeth sinking into his shoulder. The pain enough to make Cameron cry out. He stumbled when shoved, his feet carrying him a few extra steps, both so he could steady himself, and put space between him and his abuser.
There was a faint blue flicker, the vaguest silhouette of wings. However with the seal binding him to Octavius, his powers couldn't properly activate without 'permission,' even his natural accelerated healing was slower. He couldn't answer the question posed to him, because he didn't yet know himself. He which he wanted to be, but time would tell.
(( Just so you arn't completely out of the loop, Cameron is basically awakening to his soul sword, the weaponised part of himself. Which is why he's having thoughts and feelings that 'are not' his. ))
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Post by Grimm on Aug 13, 2015 3:02:27 GMT
The fallen angel smeared the blood that dripped from his mouth as he tried to wipe it away unsuccessfully. He was irritated with the boy’s retort. He once thought that same way. When the world was black and white, good and evil.
“Ignorant.” His low voice lashed out gently at first, silver moons glaring from the black abyss of his eyes.
“Foolish…..and Naive.” Octavius hissed. All he could see in Cameron was how he once was and it made him angry.
The faint blue flicker, the silhouette of wings dulled his misdirected anger slightly. Octavius knew what was happening inside Cameron, it was a sign that he was starting to push the boy to his limits. And that is exactly what he wanted. Only after being broken could one be rebuilt. It was a lesson the Fallen Angel knew all to well.
Octavius began to circle around Cameron in a very threatening manner. “I wanted to believe that too when I was a young angel….But I’ve seen the truth and it is not pleasant.” Bone wing tips scratched at the concrete floors making the most horrid scratching noises.
If the boy was strong enough or desperate enough, the boys awakening could break the seal for a time. As he circled Cameron his hunger grew to maddening proportions. The sound of hearts beating in the shadows and the heavy thump pumping blood through the boy. Driven insane by the rhythm and smells of their emotions.
“You know NOTHING!!” It was an animalistic scream of violent suffering. He stopped circling and began to claw at his own skin fervent to keep his mind lucid. He was losing control, his belly burned with hunger, his throat dry as sand, soon all he could see was red. Rabid with a violent hunger that provoked him on these moonless nights. Octavius could do nothing to hold himself back, teeth gnashing together as he sneered at Cameron, who was nothing more then a sack of flesh to him now.
(( Got ya. really excited to see what happens. ))
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Post by Behax on Aug 14, 2015 19:54:05 GMT
As Octavius spoke, Cameron took a couple more steps back. The wound on his shoulder slowly closing, leaving lingering teeth marks in his skin, and blood on his hand. He turned to keep facing the fallen angel when he began to circle him, wincing at the sound of bone scraping on concrete. He knew nothing of Octavius' past, only that it must have been dark and full of such intense suffering that it twisted him into the creature before him now. A wound too old and deep to be healed now.
He jolted when Octavius screamed, taking another couple of steps back. Distance was good, and Cameron wanted more of it. Octavius was frighting, but also rather pathetic. If he became desperate enough, he wouldn't just awaken to his power, he could succumb to it as well. He'd have no control, how could he? The majority of what he knew about himself, he'd learnt that very day and Frowly had kept a lot to himself.
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Post by Grimm on Sept 30, 2015 2:04:33 GMT
The thing that called itself Octavius began to crouch forward, chaos flickering in the silver of his eyes. This entire thing had been a set up to see if Cameron had what it took to survive this moonless night. The other slaves that he had released earlier still lurked about in the shadows of the sealed off underground floor, they served as distractions for his feral mind.
The last couple of days had been simple to him, either Cameron was going to survive their ordeal, bloody, bruised but alive….or someone would be sent to stop him. Frowly would never allow for someone of value be murdered just because some fallen angel had some twisted sense of justice and Octavius has sensed that Cameron might be an important piece to the puzzle. And if he was wrong, well - he could always buy another pet at the auction when time permitted.
But all of that detailed planning was far from him now. He charged forward toward Cameron with the intent on knocking him off his feet.
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Post by Behax on Dec 26, 2015 21:32:03 GMT
If it meant his survival then surely his powers would awaken in order to protect him. When Octavius charged forward, Cameron immediately jumped back out of the way, but found himself carried several feet out of the other's path, before his toes touched gently back down on the ground. A flickering of blue, a ghostly outline to wings and weathers, not yet actually materialised. A gold ring starting to form on the outside of his irises. As if he was starting to awaken to his divinity.
His eyes stayed on Octavius, but his ears twitched at a sound. Like wooden sandals on the concrete floor. He knew it was none of the slaves, none of them had had clothes. He didn't dare turn his head to look, didn't take his eyes off of the fallen angel before him, lest the monster take the opportunity to attack him. Then an unfamiliar voice rang out from the darkness.
"This just won't do, won't do at all." Then a second voice followed, though they sounded almost the same. "Almost too late." "Brother would be mad if we failed." "Not supposed to happen like this."
Octavius hadn't been wrong. Frowley had sent someone. He sent his two brothers, and soon enough they had walked close enough to be visible, stepping out of the darkness. With mismatched eyes and almost bored expressions.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 14, 2016 4:00:43 GMT
The beast wearing Octavius skin dug it's bone wings into the concrete to stop and refocus on it's prey. There was that flicker of ghostly blue wings and it caused the Heaven's Reject to curl his upper lip in a snarl. And the scent of something divine whirled in his nostrils. His scent. Gabriel's scent.
Octavius dropped to all fours, his hands flat against the damp pavement in painful insanity. There was still the taste of Cameron's blood on his lips from when he had bit his shoulder and the taste exploded across his tastebuds. The metallic flavor ignited his senses and even though it was just for a moment, he tasted Cameron's power.
Unknown to the fallen angel that this was the catalyst to his final plummet into demonhood. He had had a taste of blood that satisfied him. It was exquisite. And now he wanted more. But before he was about to spring forward, voices echoed from the shadows drawing his attention from Cameron. Their scent familiar although it was lost to the beast. Wings rattled, their deadly warning echoing as the brothers appeared from the darkness.
A low guttural growl emitted from his throat at his displeasure at the intrusion.
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Post by Behax on Oct 4, 2016 18:55:07 GMT
"Look he's gone completely feral now." "Wont be easy for him to turn back now..." "If he even wants to."
The twins paused, and there was the sound of metal sliding free of a confined, as the two unsheathed swords they were carrying. "But we're not here for you." They both said at the same time. One sword was gold, the other silver, both ornately decorated. They carried the sword of the sun and sword of the moon, which Frowley had procured through a favour much earlier in time.
"Sword of the sun I ask that you bequeath to me your power." "Sword of the moon I ask that you bequeath to me your power." Both commands were spoken in unison, both swords bursting into flame, the sun burning searing hot, while the moon burned a freezing cold. Relia and Shasta separating to flank Octavius and ready themselves for a fight, though they were only half demons and may find it hard to match his power, even with divine weapons.
The appearance of the two brothers had completely distracted Cameron, and while he knew he was still in danger, it took the edge off somewhat. The gold ring on the outside of his irises fading, and the ghostly wings also dissipating. He didn't understand this situation at all. How could he be so important that someone had come to protect him!?
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Post by Grimm on Oct 13, 2016 4:39:52 GMT
The primal beast was growing more agitated by the second, not just because his meal was being interrupted but also from the agonizing transformation that was over taking him. Vertebrae in his back began to pop and crack, his spine elongating to form a white arrow tipped demon's tail. His teeth began to change as well, from the flat to sharp incisors, gnashing and grinding together as they sharped into fangs.
What was left of a reasoning mind, split his attention between Relia and Shasta as they flanked him from both sides, the radiance of the divine blades wounding him by just being in their presence. The pain and rage was overwhelming and Octavius' bone wings began to smash violently against the ceiling and ground around him. The bones began to break and crumble with each wild strike around him. There was sharp pain in his forehead and the newly born demon bellowed a cry towards the heavens as golden horns began to cut their way through his skin, spiraling their way outward.
The threat of divine weapons on both sides was enough to keep him at bay, his boney wings crumbling even further. They would never heal, never grow back. A howl of desolation and Octavius lunged toward Relia instinctively, with no real plan of attack.
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Post by Behax on Oct 10, 2017 19:35:12 GMT
The twins and Cameron watched as Octavius' horrifying transformation took place. Even for the twins it was a sight they'd never seen before, but for Cameron it was like something out of a nightmare. He didn't understand any of this, and as his mind was distracted, the power he'd managed to tap into in order to survive vanished completely.
As the fallen angel lashed out towards Relia, the half-fox demon readied his sword. His was the one imbued with the power of the mood, it's blade glowing a pale blue. The power it exuded, cold. He stepped back, sword raised to take Octavius' attack. Whatever form it would be in.
While Octavius was distracted, Shasta used the opportunity to get closer to Cameron. The boy turning to the half-demon, opening his mouth to speak.
"Shhh." Shasta put a finger to his lips, in a shushing motion. "You need not to speak, but only to sleep." The last word stressed in a peculiar way. Cameron stumbled on the spot, his head suddenly dizzy. Had he still been in a heightened state he might have been able to resist such a simple spell. However as he was he had not the power or the skill to try. As half-humans the twins and Cameron would be on almost equal footing.....Had Cameron not been left abandoned and forgotten on earth. As they had been mostly raised by their half-brother, Relia and Shasta had a very distinct advantage over the half-angel. He fell easily under Shasta's sway.
"Rest now," Shasta said, catching Cameron as he fell forward. and Turning his eyes to the battle.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 11, 2017 20:52:16 GMT
Octavius was lashing out like a mad beast, his wild lunge at Relia came up short when Relia defended himself with his sword. He was hungry and he was ready to take a bite out of anything, but the cursed remnants of his wings still pained him more. Distracted, Octavius reached to his back, grabbing the boney protrusions and pulled with all his might.
Amid the splatter of blood and crumbling bone, something else emerged. It was an agonizing cry, as the fallen angel self mutilated his back, pulling the wing-bones from the nightmarish wound on his back that oozed a mix of blood and a thick black tar.
Perhaps it had been Gabriel plans all along to get Revelations started. Was it just by coincidence that the thing being born tonight was of special importance. Maybe it was just fate that brought upon the birth of the Beast of Babylon....metaphorically speaking.
His golden horns shone brightly as ten rings hung from the tips of his horns. With all his strength Octavius pulled until he was free of his old self. The bones discarded on the the ground turned to dust.
His horns lost their bright illuminance and returned to a dull golden luster, the ten rings no longer visible. He collapsed to his knees panting, his once thunderous roar had shriveled away to the sobs of person in despair. Octavius just sat hunched over among the ashes of his former self, his mind returning to him as the insanity had left. The wounds on his back already starting to heal, but the scars would remain forever.
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Post by Behax on Oct 11, 2017 22:18:29 GMT
The twins watched with a mixture of confusion and deep concern, as Octavius' attack fell short of actually connecting with Relia. Though the half fox-demon still kept his guard up, even as the fallen angel's attention turned to himself and the bone wings protruding from his back. While the beast was distracted, Relia carefully made his way around him, and back across the room to where his brother held an unconscious Cameron. The pair at a little of a loss.
Shasta wordlessly passed Cameron to his brother, before standing and while still keeping an eye on Octavius, moved to an open space in the room. He whispered a command, and in an instant his blade was aflame, burning like the sun itself.
In the space he'd found, Shasta used his sword to carve and burn a magic seal into the ground. Stepping back once it was done. The seal pulsed and glowed before becoming completely enveloped in light. When it subsided, Frowley stood there.
He surveyed the situation with curiosity, before beginning to approach Octavius. With each step he took, he shed the form he often occupied. His three tails multiplying to nine, a large pair of feathered wings willing the space behind him. The symbol for the all seeing eye appearing just above his head, much like a halo would.
When he was standing directly in front of Octavius, he crouched down. Delicately taking the man's face in his hands, lifting his head to they were looking at each other. "What a wretched thing you've become," he remarked quietly. His tone disappointed, but his facial expression satisfied.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 12, 2017 17:55:36 GMT
His hands were trembling by the time Frowly took his face in his hand. Mercury pools stared at the fox demon, Frowly was such a magnificent sight in his true form and it wasn't until Frowly taunted him that the he felt the urge to pull away, but for some odd reason he didn't. He was lost in the aftermath of what he had done.
"Have I?" Octavius asked, not sure of what had become of himself. He could feel that he changed. His head was heavy with an unfamiliar weight and a white devils tail that twitched with unacquainted new muscles.
For the first time in a long time, his mind was quite. The ghost from the past that use to whisper fantastic nightmares into his ear was gone. And it was silent, which frightened him. The last time he had felt this was when he had awoken to the ruins of his old masters home. A broken thing with no purpose.
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Post by Behax on Oct 12, 2017 20:26:52 GMT
Frowly tilted his head curiously at Octavius' question. Though he was more amused than actually confused or concerned.
"Why yes my dear. You don't know what you are, though I suppose that has been true for a long time. And now you have become trapped by the ever turning wheel of destiny," he said, knowing that much of what he said probably wouldn't make sense to Octavius, especially as he was now. "I was hoping that maybe you'd come to somehow resist it.....But the last few years have been ever spiralling downwards for you." He sounded almost disappointed, like he'd wanted a different outcome.
Of course Frowly held within himself the omniscience associated with God. In his true form he could see anything and everything, even other possible realities. He could see just how many times Octavius' actions had led him down this path, and what possible futures would sprout from it. He also knew that there was no chance for the fallen angel to crawl his way back towards the light from this. Even if he somehow resisted or deviated from his new fate, there was no way to undo what had just happened....Or go back to what he'd been before.
"A shame...But I can still use this," Frowly said to himself. He let go of Octavius' face and stood up, looking towards Cameron. "The question now, if what path will that young man travel down." He was still pretty much talking aloud to himself. "I'm taking the boy for now, though I am sure you know where to find him once you pull yourself back together," he said finally addressing Octavius again.
He nodded to the twins, who hoisted the unconscious half-breed between them. Frowly's true form melted away. His wings disintegrated, his tail once again became three in number, and his halo seemingly evaporated. Within moments he and his younger brothers had stepped into the circle still present on the floor. In a flash of light he, the twins and Cameron were gone, and Octavius left all alone in the dark.
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