realityshifted | eleventh pact ❖ {my apocalypse}

[Emil (or is it?) appears on the Plane suddenly and without warning, surrounded by four big black wolves. They all have shreds of cloth in their mouths, and Emil's sawlike sword is covered in blood. If he's aware of his surroundings, he doesn't... seem like it.

In fact, he seems anything but lucid.]

I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them kill them kill them kill them KILL THEM kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them I'll kill them I'll kill EVERYTHING because no one NO ONE deserves to live. YOU. You betrayed me. Filthy, worthless humans! Humans, half-elves, all of you are KILLING THIS PLANET like you killed my tree and I'll make you PAY for hurting me. They hurt me. They HURT ME.

[And then, just as suddenly, he's cringing.]

It hurts it hurts everything hurts she's dead I'm dead I'm not alive I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying nothing is worth it everything is ending MAKE IT STOP!

[Suddenly, he gains a seething black aura that can be seen as much as felt-- pure power, hatred, and darkness. Oh, the darkness. It's his native element and it's expressed as much now as ever.]

[ooc: PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING. People who comment to this post have a HIGH RISK of being hurt and/or killed. EMIL HAS LOST HIS MARBLES BECAUSE OF CRANE.

Damage Control: How much do you want your character beat up? Please leave me an OOC note in your tag. I can accommodate. However, if you decide to have your character killed, please fill out this form and have it approved BEFORE it happens.

Emil should be able to survive this encounter, seeing as he's a huge godmod (and some plot stuff needs to go down) so I'd rather not kill him off here. Revenge can come later. You can ping me on AIM as heroic BSOD if you want to talk things over.

Happy holiday massacre, guys!]

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{It takes a few moments, but she lashes out and grabs his ankle tightly. She's still face down in the snow at first, but she after a few moments she looks up to Emil with a dribble of blood coming from the corner of her mouth and her eyes shining blue}

Ahhh, that's not polite at all, Emil.

[oh SHIIIIIII—

His sword is just out of reach. So he tries to stomp and crush her wrist instead.]

Tch!

{Not today! She yanks his ankle to the side, effectively throwing him, but not that hard or far. But she takes the opportunity to stand and brush herself off.}

Ah, I tore my dress a little bit trying to get away. No fair!

Uwagh! [THUMP. He tries to get back to his feet.]

Do you really think you could kill me at all? Ne, just hope that I don't get bored!

I'll fillet you and feed you to my dogs! [This time, he dives for his sword.]

{Diva just smiles as she watches him get it, laughing}

Will you! My, my, I guess I should be worried in that case!

[LOL, Diva. Well, he's not scared. Ignoring the pain in his wrists, he zooms toward her, sword at the ready! He's going for the knees.]

{She just smiles as he comes closer, but a moment before he can hit her knees, her arms wrap around his chest from behind as she giggles into his ear}

Try harder than that. ♥

[OH GEEZ]

AAAUGH!! [damn it bitch EAT ELBOW]

{It hits her right in the nose, but she draws back laughing}

Ahahaha, you're getting so angry! It's really fun! I haven't played at all in so long!!

[Any space is enough to try and drive a sword through her middle, he thinks. HE SHOOTS--]

{--HE SCORES!! It goes all the way through, but she still laughs, pushing it even deeper into her stomach}

There's no blood there. You can't hurt me this way, Emil.

{But since he's so close and Diva will need it eventually, she bites right into his neck to drink some blood}

[Oh ow. He screams in pain, tries to saw the sword upward into her ribs. fhdjkslf;ldsf]

{Oh, okay, that hurts a lot. She takes her fangs right out and basically collapses on Emil and gasps in pain}

[If he were anyone but Ratatosk, he'd be horrified at what he's done. All he wants to do is fling her off his sword though, as FAR AS HE CAN.]

{Diva slips off the sword and stumbles before falling on her side to the ground and clutching her sides as the wound bleeds and the bone underneath heals}

[Christ, she keeps healing. That's not going to work. He wonders if hacking at her back will keep her from getting up again.]

{try it bitch

because she's getting up again!}

[Ope. Now or never. He swings! If she's too slow, it should get her in the shoulder.]

{Diva can't get all the way up in time, but instead rolls on her back and grabs the sword with her hands. She grits her teeth, showing those fangs quite clearly}

[Oh geez. He tries to tug, but she has momentum and pulls Emil toward her. He staggers!]

{Diva tosses him to the side again, but rather than get up and taunt him, she follows after and pins him in the snow by his neck}

I told you it would be bad to make this boring. Should I slit open your neck with your own sword or just take my fill of blood and leave you passed out?

[He struggles.]

... burn in hell.

[ooc: Sucking him dry is all right with me!]

{She smiles}

You assume I won't already, darling. How sweet.

{She uses her other hand to pin down the hand with the sword very tightly, and leans in to his neck, biting him again and drinking much more vigorously than before.}

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