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Post by Daemonic on Mar 29, 2007 12:19:48 GMT -5
I'm going to be writing an origional fic post by post. This is exclusive to this site only, so feel special. HOWEVER if anyone decides to copy it for their own work I have it backed up on fictionpress (as a document, it's not posted) right before I post this so I already have copyrights to this. So don't try anything. Anyway, on with the story. Some may be familiar with the characters.
For some odd reason Daemonic hasn't been able to see properly for the past three days. He lost conciousness a while before that from a broken ankle combined with lack of stamina, but when he awoke he could see fine. Then an hour later he began loosing sight. It seemed to him that he was loosing sight. However, his teacher had no sympathy for him.
"Quit complaining and get back up." Conrad said coldly. "I was gored several times simultaniously to the point where I could not be recognized by anyone and I still got back up shortly after that."
"I'm not genetically enhanced like you are." Daemonic rubbed his eyes again.
The two were at their usual spot. An area on the boundries of the Seraphim city, a place where a green land still existed in a barren type of world. One tree on top of a hill, the hill existing between a beautiful valley and a rocky cliff where the border ended. Daemonic had been aquainted with that cliff several times when he was disobedient towards his teacher.
Conrad always sat on a rock, continuing to whiddle like he always does when not training. He had a collection of figures he had carved. There were about six in all. The ones that were in front interested Daemonic quite a bit. One had a hooded robe, and the hood covered most of his face. From what Daemonic could tell, the figure only had half a face. He just assumed that it was never finished. The other one looked strangely similar to himself. Daemonic kept observing the figure and his own face and kept noting that he would look exactly like the figure if he cut his hair as short as his teacher's. However, he was no longer allowed to touch them after he ruined one that looked like a Japenese man by dropping it into a river.
"Why don't you name these figures?" Daemonic asked trying to feel for one. Conrad immediately stomped firmly on Daemonic's hand when it got close to the first figure.
"Their names are lost in time. Besides, I just carve because I have nothing better to do."
Daemonic yawned loudly, and the sound made Conrad scowl. He wanted to rip his student to shreds when he acted so lazy. It almost convinced him that he was just tagging along for the occasional free food. This was the idea in Conrad's mind. The thought escaped him that over half the time Daemonic paid for it.
"He had better be grateful that I'm putting up with him for this long. He's seventeen and he has only learned the basics for speed, swordplay and the technique only I know..."
Daemonic sat up and blinked several times with the facial expression like there was something in his eye that he wanted out. The silver haired swordsman kicked Daemonic back down. "If you can't find a more strategic way to get up and avoid all of my attacks, you're staying down there and you're going to starve to death."
Daemonic laughed at this. "How are you going to train me when I can't see?"
Conrad laughed as well, however his laugh was more of a taunt. "I don't want to train you...I just want you to get up." Then Conrad dropped a boulder on Daemonic's body. Fortunately for the poor student, he has been able to endure many damaging physical situations. The cliff being one of them. "You get up and then we'll see what we can do about your eyes."
Daemonic grunted and tried to push the boulder off, however his efforts were to no avail. Then Conrad added. "By the way, if you don't get up in five minutes, I'll have no qualms about chopping off your head."
"Shit!"
to be continued.....
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Post by Flamethrower-chan on Mar 29, 2007 21:29:45 GMT -5
Conrad is so mean to Daemonic -lol- Hmmm... I wonder how he is going to get out of this one?
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Post by Daemonic on Mar 30, 2007 8:12:07 GMT -5
Now to continue.......
Bane sat on the highest chair in the Seraphim collosium. It was a massive building made of stone, with a glass roof covered by a moniter that displayed a more cheerful sky. There were rows and rows of seats. You could fit the entire Seraphim population inside of the building and still have more room. The arena itself was very large also. It was about the size of a large house, which was good considering how big the fights sometimes got. Usually, the people enjoy a good showy fight, despite the fact that better fights were happening in the war miles away.
However, this was different for Bane. He had the darkest scowl on his face. He held a silver goblet in his hand willed with red wine. He took a small sip and continued to watch a fight between a prisoner of war and a Verkon Wolf, which was a wolf five times the size of a normal wolf, and is always thirsty for blood, you could tell that this world lived for blood. It's saliva looked extremely odd, considering it was dark purple. It's eyes were dark red. It's fur was a beautiful coat of white fur. It annoyed Bane that his best soldiers were the only ones who could restrain it.
"Sir," His head ambassador said softly. "I your expression has been that of anger for almost an hour. Is there something wrong?"
"No shit" Bane replied curtly. He turned his gaze to his ambassador, who was leaning on a scythe twice his size. He wore a red robe with a blue undershirt, purple steel shoulderguards, golden boots, and a red cape with the Seraphim symbol on the back. His hair was bright green, and his face extremely pale. His eyes were always sad, and a deep blue.
"Tarth, how many times am I going to tell you, don't speak unless spoken to unless it's extremely important." Bane took another sip of his wine.
"I was just worried about your majesty's state of being..." He saw Bane take the sip of wine. "You're a little too young to be drinking anything with alcahol, aren't you?"
Bane summoned a sword immediatly and pointed it at Tarth's crotch. "I can steralize you in a heartbeat, I don't have to be a specific age to do that now do I?"
Tarth immedietly bit his tongue and turned his attention away from Bane and tried to concentrate on something else. Bane continued to scowl, then stood up.
"Take this place down, it's just flat out barbaric." Before Tarth could do anything to stop him, Bane leapt down to the arena and stood between the prisoner and the wolf.
"You, leave now!" Bane told the prisoner.
"I...I....It's Bane! Die bastard!" The prisoner shouted. At the exact same time, the wolf began it's charge towards the Seraphim dictator. Bane smirked and thought of the fun he could have. He thred the summoned sword inside the prisoner's heart, jumped towards him and kicked the blade deeper into his body, and jumped off of the prisoner and greeted the wolf with a kick to the nose. The wolf backed up and whimpered a little, but soon a growl returned. Bane began jumping like he was pumping himself up and put his fists up. "Come here, little doggy!"
The wolf somehow recognized the taunt, and revealed its teeth, stained with the blood of the prisoners it had devoured before. Despite the fact their ruler was in the collosium fighting a wolf that remained undefeated, the crowd cheered. They were overjoyed that they could finally see a good fight. Bane loved being able to show off.
The wolf charged immediately and Bane leapt in the air, did a somersault, and landed on the wolf's back. The crowd cheered even louder. The wolf began running around the arena, in hopes of shaking Bane off.
"Don't worry, pup. I'll be off in a second." Bane still had the smirk on his face and a fire in his eyes that always kindled when he was in battle. He made a small jump that barely lifted him off of the wolf, caught the wolf's tail and slung it with full force into the stone wall, creating a very large crater in the wall in the general shape of the wolf. To the crowd's surprise and Bane's amusement, the wolf was still alive. The crowd began
chanting, "Kill it, kill it, kill it!"
Bane popped his nuckles then his neck. He kneeled down in front of the exhausted wolf and smirked. "Animal, if only you were a human, I would draft you into my army. However, you were my opponent. Not a worthy one, but an opponent nonetheless."
The wolf looked at Bane with a slight saddened look in it's eyes, like it understood exactly what Bane said. Also it shook it's head as if begging to not be killed.
Bane immediatly began petting the wolf softly, as softly as a mother would rock her child to sleep. Then Bane immediatly broke the wolf's neck. He didn't stop there either. He continue to twist the wolf's neck until the skin began to break, and the head was removed from the body.
Bane then turned around to the crowd, and shouted. "GET OUT OF HERE! THIS ARENA IS CLOSED AND I'M TEARING IT DOWN! IF YOU'RE IN HERE WHEN I DO, YOU WILL BE RIGHT BESIDE THIS WOLF!"
Bane then turned over to the ambassador walking towards him. "You have no sympathy, your majesty." Bane laughed at this. "That's why I rule and not my pitiful brother. He's too passive and sentimental to lead a country to victory at every interval."
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Miles away, on top of the hill at the border and under a rock. Daemonic had the rock almost off of him. His arms were outstretched, he was using all of his strength and all he had to do was toss it and he was done. Then he sneezed and the rock fell on top of him again.
"Someone really hates you to make you sneeze like that." Conrad smirked.
To be continued.....
Please Review, I need some feedback. Thanks to Flamethrower though.
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Post by Flamethrower-chan on Apr 1, 2007 20:00:01 GMT -5
Man I feel sorry for that Verkon Wolf....oh well. I wonder if Deamonic will ever get the giant rock off of him.
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 2, 2007 10:21:36 GMT -5
Here's another section....
Daemonic felt like complete scum. A rock crushing him and probably his body was now a recess in the planet. To make things worse, he could hear Conrad sharpening his blade. All he could think of was how to get the rock off of him.
"Two minutes left." Conrad said blankly.
Daemonic continued to struggle with everything that he had. All his efforts were in vain. The last ounce of his strength was used on his previous effort to get the rock off....and someone had the audacity to talk about him at that exact moment. Just how rotten could his luck be?
"Come on, I get it! I don't need to complain anymore about my sight, now get it off of me!" Daemonic begged.
"Not until you get the rock off..." Conrad smirked at this.
"THAT DEFEATES THE PURPOSE!" Daemonic could hear the smirk, and he already had a feeling that Conrad would have declined anyway.
"...and?" Conrad sighed. "I told you, get the rock off or you loose your head.
Daemonic continued to struggle with everything he had.
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A dark alley in the Seraphim capital....the last place anyone would want to be. A man in a trenchcoat and a large hat that shrouded his face in shadow met with a man who looked too skinny to even hold himself up that wore a white tank top and blue jeans. He just wore socks that he made because his feet were practically just bones. He resembled a skeleton that had the color of a normal person.
"Orion...." The man in the trenccoat said softly. "Where have you been?"
"It doesn't matter," Orion replied curtly. "Just out and about."
"What news of the war? Is Zerathal still in one piece?" (A/N: Zerathal is just one of the three countries left on the planet, it's the only anarchaic country and both leaders of the other two countries want posession of it. Bane would stop at nothing to obtain it.)
Orion nodded. "Anytime that either side got close, I intervened."
The man in the trenchcoat narrowed his eyes and spoke with slight annoyance. "I told you to just observe."
Orion smiled and shook his head. "You should know by now that I don't follow orders exactly. I take the orders and I add my own personal spice to it. Besides, I didn't let them see me, and the casualties were at a minimal. To tell the truth, the casualties were all accidents."
"What did you do?"
"I made it rain."
The man in the trenchcoat suddenly had a sound of humor in his voice. "What?"
"All magic is elemental. I made it rain so hard at the boarder, the mud became so thick it was almost impossible to move forward. Most guys fell forward, and they drowned in it."
"Which side died? Were they Seraphim soldiers?"
Orion shook his head once again. "The Seraphim soldiers have a confident leader. A first class general from what I've heard. The best of them if I remember correctly. An incredible strategist and a warrior. However he is only human. If Bane fought him it would be a massacre. He saw the rain and ordered the unit to hold back."
The man in the trenchcoat rubbed his chin. "Isn't his name Gravin?"
Orion shrugged. "I don't know. They just referred to him as general."
"What news of the others?"
"Xenron is in hiding waiting for your orders, and the other is attempting sabotage as we speak. That is what you requested, isn't it Wraith?"
Wraith nodded. "It's going exactly as I planned it. Find Xenron and tell him to remain in hiding for a little while longer. I want you to do the same until I say otherwise, and as for--" Orion immediately stopped him.
"I hide for no one. I do as I like. If I want to kill I will kill. If I want to destroy I will destroy. I don't care what you say."
Wraith ignored what Orion said and gave another order. "If you encounter that legendary swordsman, kill him immediately. At least do that."
Orion nodded.
"I'll go find the other one." Orion scoffed and began walking away. Wraith glanced up at the rising setting sun. "It's going to be a bloody night...."
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Post by fallenangel91 on Apr 2, 2007 15:53:48 GMT -5
Now it's starting to get interesting.
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 3, 2007 11:12:03 GMT -5
Shoutout to Itachi-san and Flamethrower-chan for reviewing.
Finally the five minutes have passed. Conrad stopped sharpening his blade. His eyes looked from the blade to Daemonic's neck. There was no hesitation in his eyes. He immediately leapt in the air and performed a vicious downswing on Daemonic's neck. Daemonic summoned a sword and blocked it.
Both remained silent for a moment. Then Conrad broke it. "How did you know when to block it?"
Daemonic had a look of panic in his eyes. "I've been counting the seconds since you started."
"You still needed to know whether I was bluffing or not. How did you know when to block it?"
Daemonic closed his eyes and uttered, "I heard the swing."
Conrad put the sword away. "I knew you would not get the rock off. Back when you almost got it off I almost stomped on it to put it back down. The lesson was: You don't need your eyes to battle."
Daemonic stood up and brushed himself off after Conrad pushed the boulder off. Then Conrad handed a small vial to his student.
"It's medicine to cure your eyesight."
Daemonic looked at the vial and looked at his teacher. "How long have you had this?"
"Two days before you lost your sight."
"You caused me to loose my sight?"
"I spiked your drink."
Daemonic dropped the contents of the vial into both of his eyes, and his vision returned to normal. "You are not a nice person."
Conrad put a coat on then began to pull his hair up to place inside of a hat. Daemonic knew what was coming next.
"You came to me to learn. I didn't come to you. If you want to learn then quit complaining." Conrad settled himself in his coat. "We're going to get something to eat."
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Thirty minutes had passed since Conrad and Daemonic had left their spot. They were already within the Seraphim country, and Bane already had a lock-on of where they were.
Tarth timidly walked up to the confident dictator. "What are you going to do about your brother?"
"Right now, the dead man is my priority. My brother is not important at the moment."
"But....why Conrad?" Tarth leaned a little more on his scythe. His eyes filled with worry and lack of confidence.
"Several reasons....mostly because of the name I will recieve. If I take down the man who took down a god, I will become the new legend and no man on the battlefield." Bane stood up and summoned a sword. "If you want to see a REAL legend in action, follow me."
Tarth began to mutter under his breath, "If I want to see you get destroyed I will gladly watch, but I don't want to see you get hurt."
Bane turned back. "Did you say something?"
Tarth smiled timidly. "Good luck."
Bane scoffed and made his way out of the palace. "I don't need it. One percent of me is an army. All my potential can destroy entire populations."
Tarth just watched the white haired dictator walk out of the room.
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If good luck equalled amount of food and bad luck equalled a lack of money then Conrad and Daemonic had only bad luck.
"You usually have money." Conrad said angrilly.
"I've been with you for a year now, and I've paid for our meals every time." Daemonic protested.
"Well what are we going to do? Sing for our supper?" Conrad suggested.
Daemonic began to clear his throat and Conrad stopped him. The crowd began to run away and hide in buildings, restaurants, sewers, anything that can provide a type of cover. The two left looked up the street and saw a smirking Bane. His sight was fixed on Conrad.
"Daemonic, head back to our place. I'll take care of this."
Daemonic reluctantly ran out of the country. Bane pointed his sword towards the silver-haired legend.
"I've come to claim a certain right of mine. I need to be a legend....to be feared on the battlefield. I can seal this by killing you."
Conrad drew both of his swords and only replied by getting into his fighting stance. Their eyes met, and they knew exactly what the other was thinking. Bane was studying every move Conrad made.
"If he does a single move, I can mimick it exactly. He stands no chance.."
The first move was Conrad's, and Bane followed immediately. The fight was on.
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 4, 2007 10:19:03 GMT -5
At least a few people are reading this. Time to (sort of) Tarentino things.
A week earlier outside of Zerathal....
Gravin had been commanding his unit for the past ten years. For the past five he's been positioned in the same place, with only the luxury of recieving supplies, yet no troop replacements. From the view of the soldiers in the 302nd division, Bane had sent them to their deaths. Gravin saw it in a different way. He saw it as a major place of trust. Being the only 1st class general at the time, it would only be natural that he would hold the line.
The 302nd consisted of only one hundred men. Most Seraphim generals train their unit as a whole, Gravin trained each one individually. In the Seraphim army, the 302nd were legendary. They always had the most kills and the least casualties. On top of that, the unit respected their commanding officer. His policy on being in his unit was put in his simple words, which were repeated to them each day.
"Remember!" Gravin shouted. "You joined the army to fight a war! Not to make pancakes and sing koombayah around the stove."
Supplies had not been delivered for a week and a half. Every shipment was enough to last seven days, and usually they were reliable. Gravin had sent his second-in-command to scout out the supply route only moments ago. The name of the man was Baljar. A 2nd class general with the most unique weapon he had ever seen. A one handed assault rifle that can have bayonets come out of the front, back, top and bottom of the gun and it can be used as an incredible melee weapon. On top of that, he was extremely skilled at staying hidden.
It was raining. The entire area around Zerathal was a desolate wasteland. On top of all this: The amount of rain made the ground almost impossible to move swiftly enough to perform effective battle maneuvers. Being a 1st class general has major effects on mind and body.
Gravin rubbed his eyes and stared into the direction of where he thought the enemy army was coming from. His short brown hair annoyed him whenever it was wet. Normally he would wear a Seraphim chestplate with a white wool shirt under it, and white cloth pants and leg guards. However because of the rian, the armor was off and he was shirtless. A soldier arrived and saluted the general.
"Sir, we have checked around the perimeter and the Tritalian army has moved back due to the bad weather." Then the soldier took off his helmet, which was a purple helmet that had a black visor to protect his eyes from whatever a visor could withstand. "Sir I think you should get some sleep. You haven't slept in four days."
Gravin stood up and walked into a nearby tent, which was much dryer to his satisfaction. The only thing he disliked was the fact that the mud wanted to swallow his boots whenever he took a step. He walked to a nearby table where there was a battery powered coffee maker. They had gathered rain water (which already tasted horrible, and if anyone other than someone of a strong soldier type drank it they would probably die) to put into the coffee maker and use grains that had already been used, so the coffee was already weak, however there had been a "fresh" pot for an hour. Gravin pured himself a cup and immediately swallowed the contents. Then he vomited immediately afterwards when he ran outside.
"Sir, you knew that would happen." The soldier stated.
"I knew it would wake me up. The coffee is too weak to keep anyone up. I'm not sleeping until Baljar gets back with the Alpha team."
Baljar was the only man who commanded a sub-unit in the 302nd. These men were hand picked by Baljar and Gravin. They were reliable and versitile for all assignments. Which is why they were sent with Baljar.
"Are you concerned about their well being?" The soldier asked.
Gravin shook his head and scratched his head. "I'm less concerned about them and more concerned about what the enemy is plotting. You see, the Tritalians aren't our only enemy." He turned his gaze to Zerathal. "They have mercenaries, thieves and crime organizations. If they don't like what's going on out here they can attack, and Trital won't pass up on something like this. We'll be crushed in between." Then he turned back to the soldier. "That is why I haven't been sleeping. I'm trying to figure out what we are to do. I only have one hundred soldiers, and if it's one hundred against ten thousand from two fronts...I'm worried about the results."
The soldier saluted, "I will continue to search the perimeter sir!"
Gravin sat back down on his stool and continued to contemplate the worst. The crime organization of Zerathal, the massive army of Trital, sandwiching the 302nd in an all-out attack. Gravin began mentally beating himself for not thinking of this sooner.
Thunder began to roar and the wind picked up, and the rain became heavier. The sight distance was dropped considerably because of the thickness of the rain. Gravin felt sick from lack of food and the taste of deadly water. Gravin rubbed his eyes again and yawned. This was one of the longest days being stationed here. It was cold, the area had the foul smell of death and wastes, and some soldiers were loosing morale fast. The news that they had received moments later didn't help at all. Baljar returned with every man from the Alpha team.
Gravin stood up and noticed Baljar was out of breath. "What did you find out?"
Baljar spoke in the middle of panting, "The supply route......they're dead.......supplies.....cut off...."
Gravin wanted to wake up from what he thought a nightmare. "WHAT?"
"Tritalians.......bombared the route.....with burst missiles......if there wasn't......rubble there......I wouldn't......have seen it...."
Gravin began pacing around and grumbled to himself. "Great....no supplies because the Tritalians found the route. I need to think of something really quick or else we'll all die of a new enemy." Then an idea hit him. He turned back to Baljar, "Rest up. In thirty minutes we get our supplies!"
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 5, 2007 10:15:26 GMT -5
I need reviews like Flamethrower needs yuri hentai. Review people!
We're still in the "Tarentino" phase.
Gravin had the smirk on his face for the first five minutes of the half hour. Then the time after that began to get boring. However the thought of the supply unit damaged the 302nd's morale significantly, the thought of "getting their supplies back" seemed to be impossible, but considering who came up with the idea they were sure he would pull something off, and their morale soared.
Baljar had just finished his ration of water. It was the last bit of clean water left from the previous supply. However the soldiers had to go in with empty stomachs, but Gravin reassured them that they will be coming back prepared for anything. Gravin was now in his tent plotting the next attack with Baljar.
"We're going to divide the 302nd into three groups." Then Gravin pointed to a spot on a map that he drew. "This should be where the supply area is. If we can spread out into three groups we should be able to gather all the supplies scattered around the camp, and be able to deftly handle any resistance we recieve from the camp."
Baljar scratched his head and pointed to another location. "What if the Tritalians flank us from here?"
Gravin smirked. "I've already thought of this. You and ten members of the Alpha team will cover that area. If anything comes up that you can't handle, fire a signal flare. The nearest group will come and assist you. If the situation gets bad, fire another. If worst comes to worst and we all get involved, we make a tactical retreat. However, this operation shouldn't last more than thirty to forty-five minutes if we're slow. If we are swift, which with the state most soldiers are in that this will not be likely, we can finish it in ten."
Baljar studied the map intently. Then he stabbed a certain point on the map with a bayonet. "What if the supplies aren't there?"
Gravin took the bayonet out and stabbed another point. "Burst missiles can cause major damage in a contained area. Their blast radius is about five miles, but they can't be fired from a long distance due to their weight and incapability to hold a large amount of fuel. On top of that, the angle in which the crater was, according to what you told me, indicates that the missile was fired approximately only ten miles from the supply route."
Baljar almost interrupted him, but he waited for the commanding officer to finish, then he added. "The supply unit was bombarded almost four days ago. Are you sure that they are still there?"
Gravin patted Baljar on the shoulder and chuckled. "It's impossible, even for me, to abandon a missile site and leave it open to the enemies. You may destroy it completely, but once you fire a missile, you know that the ground is good to launch a missile. Good launching sites are very hard to come by."
Baljar's face lit up and he snapped his fingers. "You're right!" Then his face darkened again. "But if it's a missile site, it should be heavily guarded if it is a more permanent site."
Gravin shook his head again. "Incorrect. In fact, it would be somewhat the opposite. Keeping few guards around would diguise it as a normal camp, and keep them off of the top ten list of camps to destroy. They apparenlty haven't thought too far ahead. All they had to do was fire one missile."
Baljar smiled a friendly smile. "Nothing seems to get by you. But this is a direct violation of Bane's orders."
Gravin scoffed then spit in the direction leading outside the tent. "Bane isn't out here starving to death. For all I know he's stuffing his face."
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Sitting innocently in his throne sipping some wine, Bane sneezed and wine got all over his robe.
"DAMMIT!"
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Baljar stood up and saluted. "I'll get the groups ready."
Gravin nodded then added. "Try to get members of the Alpha team who you will not use divided evenly within the three groups."
Baljar gave a look of aknowlagement to his superior and left the tent. Gravin leaned back in the chair and glanced at the clock hologram. He gave the order to rest at 20:30, it was now 20:43. Gravin yawned and put his head down on the table, listening to the constant sound of raindrops on the top of the tent. The sound soothed him, and he fell asleep.
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Orion had been watching this for some time. "That Gravin is a military genius. Then again, he is outsmarting an idiot, which doesn't take much effort. It's going exactly as Wraith said it would. After all, it was he who destroyed the supply unit and made it look like a missile attack. I wonder why he did this. But Gravin's insight is amazing. He has guessed the location and the type of camp that is right where the camp REALLY is. It's almost like watching a movie." Orion thought this funny enough to chuckle out loud.
Orion glanced up at the rain and rose his right hand to the sky and his hand began to emanate a glowing, blue light. The rain suddenly became heavier. "However, Wraith told me to not make things any easier for them. I still have to wonder, why is it so important that we distract the 302nd?"
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It had finally struck 21:00. The 302nd had mobilized for the missile camp. Gravin looking confident in the possibilities that they would win. Gravin had his shirt and armor on, and his broadsword drawn. He was the only man in the 302nd who used a sword.
The camp was within sight. Gravin finally saw the security, which as he predicted, was not anything to be concerned with. Gravin motioned for the second group to move forward and wait for his command. Then he motioned for the third group to move to the other side of the camp and wait for his signal. Then he motioned for his group to get as close as they could to the camp.
Gravin led his group to a small recess in the area which would give them proper cover from their sight. They were close enough to the gates of the camp that they could throw a stone and still have dostance to go. Gravin finally gave the signal, which was a short range signal flare that barely went high enough for the third group to see, and the second and third group opened fire on the soldiers in the camp before they could prepare themselves for a proper defense. Gravin's group immediately ran in through the gates and the soldiers opened fire. All the Tritalian soldiers were taken out and the search for supplies began.
Gravin was the first person to check out the missile silo. He immediately noticed something peculiar. "This silo is not able to have burst missiles equipped. Perhaps another missile silo near here destroyed the supply unit. Either that or this silo equips new missiles that can go either near or far distances and can cause the damage of burst missiles. It's probably the latter."
A soldier ran to Gravin and saluted. "We've hit the motherload sir! We have enough supplies to last us for a good while longer!"
"Good, it's time for us to return to our camp. Fall out men."
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Wraith walked through Gravin's camp and glanced around. Then nodded to himself and continued walking. When he got near Zerathal, he looked directly at Orion, which sent chills down Orion's spine, then Wraith continued walking right into Zerathal.
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 6, 2007 12:12:16 GMT -5
Sorry guys, I haven't had the time to update today. But I will modify this post when I can! (Which could be monday) Anyway, take this time to Rear and Review!
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 9, 2007 10:14:43 GMT -5
We are now five days prior to the Bane and Conrad fight. BTW: RAPING LEMON ALERT!!
Bane loved being the ruler of the Seraphim. He had money, power, strength, and the lack of remorse for everything he did that was classified as "going too far". Bane scared many of his subjects, his butler, maid, cook, soldiers, everyone was intimidated by him. Whenever he displayed strength, he made sure everyone knew about it. When he was bloodthirsty, anyone near him paid the price. Whenever he was "happy" his female subjects were the ones to suffer. Such was the case in the afternoon of this very day.
He had been eyeing his maid for the past hour, and she knew it. She was also aware of what would be coming within the next few minutes. She immediately began working even faster to try to get out of there. Then Bane intentionally spilled his wine next to his throne. Then with a smirk on his face, he said. "Oops.....please come clean this up for me."
The maid's name was Lasia, and she wore the standard maid outfit. Her hair was short, curly and brown. Her eyes were brown, and her body resembles something similar to an hourglass, and Bane had his eyes set on her. She nodded nervously and hesitatingly walked forward.
When she knelt down to clean the puddle of wine, Bane began to grope her posterior. Then he quickly slapped it and then continued to rub it. Lasia bit her lip trying not to run away and face death. Before she could even finish, Bane had snuck his hand inside of her skirt and began putting his fingers into her most sinsitive spot. She let out a soft whine. Bane continued to slowly move his fingers in and out, making sure that there was going to be a noise that escaped her lips. His movement began to get faster, and finally she let out a small moan.
"I knew you'd get used to the idea." Bane said softly after leaning closely to her ear. His voice was so deep and close to her ear, that it tickled. Lasia didn't respond at all, she just kept her lip bit and her eyes closed. Then before she knew it she was picked up and being taken to a room she had only seen from the outside, but she knew whose room it was. She also knew what was about to happen.
Bane threw her down on the bed and kept the smirk on his face. Lasia couldn't tell what the room looked like because of the fact it was nearly pitch black in there. From what she could tell, there was only a king soze bed with two large, red pillows and a red bedsheet. Despite the fact she was about to get raped, it was a very comfortable bed.
He now had fire glowing in his eyes, and he knelt down and began taking her clothes off slowly, and he unlaced her aporn with his teeth. She was mentally whimpering the entire time, for she knew if she let out a whimper, she would be forced upon even more than she was already. Bane then unzipped his pants and drove his manhood inside of Lasia's most sensetive part of her body.
She felt a pain like she had never felt before. As he continued every muscle in her body seemed to take some kind of effect as the motion continued. Her body began to sweat, and Bane saw this and became more enticed to continue and make himself enjoy what he had right in front of him. He began to move faster and the force of his thrusts even harder, and Lasia began to scream. Bane continued in his increasing of the motion, and Lasia was trying to think of some kind of way to get this monster off of her. However her pain was being converted into pleasure regardless of what her conciousness told her. Moans continued to escape her lips, tears began to run down her cheeks for a short while until the thrust knocked the tears off of her face.
Her waist felt like it was about to explode, she held her left breast hoping that stopping it's motion will calm her own heart down. Then she finally thought of a way to make Bane stop. Her first thought was to make it seem like she enjoyed it. So she began to moan louder and louder.
Bane found this slightly perplexing, but he still enjoyed it all the same. Then Lasia released her plan. She shouted out the only thing that she knew of that could make Bane stop. She shouted out with a moan that made it sound like she reached her climax with a name that only few knew.
"DAEMONIC!!!!"
Bane immediately stopped. "What the ..... did you just say?"
Lasia stopped and turned around. She hoped that he would become to depressed to continue and let her go. But Bane was not that forgiving. He reached to the back of her head and grabbed her hair and pulled it back and leaned close to her ear. "You made a big mistake. I'm going to make sure you like this before I finish. However, I will make you regret saying that name."
Almost right after he finished, he continued what he was doing, and Lasia knew her real climax was only moments away. Bane moved even faster than before, and finally Lasia screamed and her climax had revealed itself.
"GOOD! NOW YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE!!!" Bane shouted. Without much warning, he thrust with more might than before. Her plevis bone immediately snapped in two. Lasia screamed the most blood curtling scream you could ever hear, yet Bane did not stop there, he continued thrusting at the same force, and her body began to change shape, eventually he managed to thrust to her ribs, and they all snapped. Lasia began to cough up blood, and she knew that her waistline was gone and her body was deformed, even if he stopped right now, she would never be a beauty again. Bane kept going, and then finally the skin began to break on a larger scale, and Lasia howled in pain, then the final thrust Bane gave ripped the poor woman in half.
Bane threw the remains into two different corners of the room, and quickly dressed himself again. He called a butler in there and said angrilly, "Get this place cleaned up. I want it spotless within half an hour." And then he returned to his throne.
Bane began contemplating the problem. Daemonic was the cause for most of his troubles, despite the fact he had been missing for one year. "I have to find a way to end this. Daemonic is with that dead man, and wherever he goes the other follows. I won't be able to get to Daemonic without going through the dead man. So....if I kill Conrad then Daemonic will soon follow. It is perfect, and with killing that dead guy under my belt, I will have the reputation of killing the man who killed a god."
Then Bane shouted out at Tarth, who was standing at the entranceway to the throne room. "I want spies covering every corner of every street. If that dead man or my good-for-nothing brother shows up, I want to know."
Tarth bowed, "As you wish."
Disgusting lemon, I know. Review please.
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Post by Flamethrower-chan on Apr 9, 2007 19:52:27 GMT -5
one word- ouch....
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 23, 2007 10:10:51 GMT -5
Sorry for the long update. I've been too depressed to write. I'm still rathar depressed but I have nothing better to do.
Three days before the encounter between Bane and Conrad.....
Gravin and the 302nd had just returned to the camp, and were having a well-earned feast to commemorate their brilliant maneuvers on the ambush, which cost the 302nd no lives. Baljar had already eaten a small portion of his meal and decided to scout ahead. Communicators had been found among the supplies. Small disks that are supposed to fit comfortably around the ear, they were blue and a glowing neon green light was in a circle around a red button, which allowed communication. Next to the button was a knob which changed the channel of communication. There were about nine hundred channels in all. The 302nd were using the channel number 503.44. All the ranking officers officially had one. However Baljar and Gravin were the only ones who were going to make good use of them for the moment.
The communicator beeped, and Gravin pressed the red button.
"Status report." Baljar said.
"Go ahead." Gravin confirmed the communication link.
"It seems that the Tritalian army had noticed our ambush. And I'm hearing confusion among them about why would we attack a near defenseless camp. They're also calling us barbarians. I don't think they were the ones who destroyed our supply convoy."
Gravin sat down in a wooden stool inside a tent to get himself out of the pouring rain. "...and?"
There was suddenly a burst of static, then Baljar's voice became clearer over time. It was still difficult to hear. "Do you suppose it was a group of guerillas?"
Gravin thought that Baljar's guess was a little comical. "I doubt that untrained soldiers who have primitive weapons that existed during the Tritalian civil war would be able to take down Trained Seraphim escorts. On top of that, I seriously doubt they would have access to a missile."
Suddenly a lot of yelling was heard, then it became silent again. Gravin began to get a little concerned. "2nd class General Baljar, you are in there alone. I suggest you continue with caution."
More static could be heard, and no reply came from Baljar. Gravin tried to keep his voice down, as to not worry the soldiers. "2nd class General Baljar, report!"
No reply. Then gunfire was heard. Shouts that didn't seem human were also heard, and then Baljar began to shout many profane words, but he didn't sound stressed or angry when he did so, which made Gravin wonder various things.
"2nd class General Baljar! REPORT!!" This time a few soldiers looked back at the tent.
Baljar finally responded. "Don't worry, it wasn't me in the fight. It seems that the wolves are out tonight. I saw many Tritalian soldiers eaten. Verkon wolves seem to be able to traverse mud very easily. However, the Tritalian soldiers couldn't move fast enough to stick and move. It was a massacre."
Gravin began looking at the soldiers, then gave them a thumbs up to show them that nothing was wrong. Then Gravin returned to his conversation. "So what are the wolves doing now?"
Baljar said nothing for a moment. Then he responded with an odd tone, almost like one of disbelief. "I see, a skinny kid. Like he's only skin and bones. He can't be but eighteen. He's holding his hands up like he wants to challenge this pack of about thirty wolves! He's insane!"
Gravin then ducked behind the wall of the tent. "What does he look like? Is it that twin brother of our lord?"
"No this guy has short, silver hair. It also looks like the clothes he's wearing are five sizes too big. I wonder how they're staying on."
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Orion stared at the pack of wolves. He left his post because he was slightly bored and the fact that watching the camp was a waste of his time. His right hand was concentrated on the center of the pack. "It's nothing personal. I just need some target practice."
The wolves seemed to realize what danger was coming, and they tried to run. Orion was one step ahead of them and turned the mud beneath them into stone. Then Orion's hand began to emanate black smoke. Then blades of shadow flew out and began slicing through the wolves with ease, then the blades turned back and continued to slice them up. Then Orion lowered his hand and turned back to the camp, and a chill went down his spine when he sensed something overwhelmingly powerful.
"Wraith, you idiot!!"
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Baljar had already reported that he's returning to camp, and so the communicators had been turned off. Then Graving began to hear the soldiers scurrying away from where they were in a panic, and then he realized what they were running from. He felt it. An aura that could not be ignored by even the legendary Conrad. Gravin walked out of the tent and saw a man in a trench coat and wearing a large floppy hat on his head which shrouded his face in shadow walking through his camp as if it weren't even there.
Gravin grabbed his blade and walked towards the man. "I'm sorry but this is a restricted area, I suggest you turn back immediately."
The man turned to look at Gravin and squinted his eyes. Suddenly a mad gust of wind blew Gravin off of his feet and sent him flying backwards, going through several tents and continued going for about fifty yards, then he landed solidly in the mud, and deep enough to where if he didn't get up soon, the mud would cover him and possibly kill him.
Wraith continued walking through as if nothing were there. Then suddenly, without warning, he vanished. Then to everyone's astonishment, he hadn't left any of his footprints.
Gravin got back up and brushed himself off the best he could. He coughed up blood, and he felt like his stomach turned upside down. The wind gust felt like a battering ram slammed him in the stomach. He was now fatigued, in pain, then Gravin threw up.
"And really hungry..." He thought.
Then when Gravin returned to camp, he heard Bane trying to send a message through the radio in the communication tent. Gravin answered the call.
"We hear you, Lord Bane." Gravin confirmed.
"Good, you're there. I want you and seventy-five of your best soldiers to return. I will need you for somethign that is about to happen in the city."
"But that will leave most of the 302nd defenseless!"
"Leave 2nd class General Baljar in command there. I'm sure you trust his judgement. Don't argue with me. Return to the palace now!"
Gravin had no choice but to follow orders. He gave the command to get seventy-five volunteers, and the 302nd acted accordingly. Then the march began to return home.
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this is all I will write today, since this is the end of the "Tarentino" phase.(Maybe) Tomorrow I will write the fight between Conrad and Bane. Review please.
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Post by fallenangel91 on Apr 24, 2007 8:45:16 GMT -5
Dun dun duunnnnn. Nicely done, but I will miss the "Tarentino" phase as you like to call it.
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Post by Daemonic on Apr 24, 2007 10:08:37 GMT -5
Shoutout to Itachi-san for reviewing.
And now the moment has arrived....the fight between Bane and Conrad!
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Bane kept looking at Conrad's eyes, and it annoyed him on how bored he looked. However the confidence residing in Bane's soul was still skyrocketing.
"I'm not promising your life here, dead man. You'd be best to admit you have no chance and surrender." Bane shouted ina taunting tone.
Conrad didn't respond, and that made Bane even more annoyed. It's like he brushed everything off.
"You'd be better off listening to me! I have done greater things than you have ever done!" Bane now had anger in his voice. Conrad finally decided to reply.
"Maybe so....but it doesn't matter. Unlike you, I don't flaunt my power around for the sake of showing off. I go by this, the weak dissapear when the truly powerful appear. And let me tell you this: Back in my time, you are just as strong as a third class general back when your father reigned supreme. I could handle one thousand of them in a matter of seconds." Then Conrad pointed directly at Bane's face. "You're nothing special."
The statement only fueled Bane's rage, and he summoned a sword and charged towards Conrad, moving with incredible speed for that of a seventeen year-old. However Conrad put his swords away.
"Too slow." Conrad vanished and a gust of wind came and met Bane so strongly that it blew Bane off of his feet. Then he turned around and saw that Conrad was on the roof of a seventy story tall building about two hundred yards away, gazing down at his mediocre advisary.
Bane bared his teeth and began dashing towards Conrad, then he blinked and Conrad was gone again, and the gust of wind met Bane again, this time it blew him further off of his feet and he landed on his back. Conrad sighed.
"You're brother is definitely better than you."
Bane snarled and shouted, "OPEN FIRE!" The 302nd came out of their hiding spots in the surrounding buildings, most were in windows, and others were on rooftops. The rapid-fire weapons let out a glorious sound since they were all fired in unison. However when the first bullet hit the ground, Conrad had vanished and was nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit!"
Then Daemonic's voice rang through the empty street, and it infuriated Bane even further. "What happened? I blinked and I missed it!"
Bane scowled even more, then decided to return to the palace. But first he shouted at the 302nd. "Return to your camp."
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Short section, I know. It was a short fight as well. Read and Review people!
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