As Cassiel saw more gods approach, he smirked and said "Good, looks like everyone else felt Aen's action too. So, what have you all learned? If we are going to survive this, we need all the information we can gather."
Melanthios looked at the gods gathered here and couldn't help but be a bit sad that Cassiel had to be the one to speak up. He looked at him and a question formed inside his head, he opened what could be classified as a mouth and asked "Why don't you share what you have learned first? Then I won't share useless information." His voice sounded old and he sounded tired.
Cassiel shrugged. "It seems we are in a parallel universe, where something aside from us managed to imprison mirrors of everyone. It also seems that this happened fairly early as I had a nice chat with my father not too long ago. Aside from that, I fought a few demigods and not much else. Oh, and the mortals got twisted too. Wonderful little vacation home Ailish opened up."
Daare frowned. "It's not a vacation home, it's as much of a world as the one we came from. But I do agree with it's not one of mercy. I---" He went silent. Daare had no desire to share what he had seen and done, partly because he didn't remember most of it. "I don't have anything fun to share," he said, and glanced at the gloved arm again. It was starting to feel heavier.
Roe gave Melanthios a curious glance, his elder brother seemed to be acting odd... more than he usually did. "Everyone here wants to fight, at-least all the things I've met," the young god piped up, "We should stay together so if we get attacked we don't get killed or anything, if this world is even real," he shuddered, "it reminds me of the bad dreams I had after the monsters came through the portal the first time,"
Cassiel sighed. "I suppose I might as well ask this as well. When I scried the portal a while back, something tried to force me out. I couldn't make out what it was saying, but then when I fought Lennonous here I got a nice confirmation of its existence. Anybody learn anything about that thing?"
Melanthios nodded and spoke not wanting to waste anymore words then necessary around Cassiel. "Yes.. This thing had been made in the first age here, during the first volley.. The gods feared it and it hid itself from them, it then made the demigods turn on their former parents... And it waged war on anything on this side of the portal and then corrupted it." He said sounding distant.
Daare sat back on his carpet, and turned it upside down, his head on the level of the rest of the gods. "Corrupted, evil. What do we do with that? Do we do anything? Nothing? Everything? If we are, why are we just standing around now?"
nodded in agreement. "The other Petal said that something she called 'the Great One' made her see that being alive was the worsest type of hurt or whatever, I bet that was it." He turned eagerly to Daare and raised his sword in the air, "We're heroes, our only choice to fight the thing and kill for being so evil! Who's with me?"
Cassiel smiled. "Yeah, I think it's time we finished this. How do you guys suggest we find it?"
Melanthios looked around. "This won't be easy... I have never seen someone able to influece demigods before, especialy not so many at once.. I would suggest finding each and every demigod first and putting them to rest.. If we don't, they will surely rush to his aid and swarm us."
Cassiel nodded. "Funny enough. Seith has been watching this and told me we killed most of the demigods here. They seem to be our demigods, perhaps we should make a count? Or we could simply scry everything in the plane, that could work too."
The demigods? Who had Daare killed? He had killed Ven, and... who else? Who had fallen victim to him, under his ruse? He tried to think about it. Putting the glove on... and darkness. Wait... that wasn't completely true. Not completely darkness. That person had been locked up... it was... someone he knew, yet had never met. The one they called Maskelyne, it was that person he had killed, gruesomly. But why would he? "Is... only the demi-gods evil?" he muttered. Had he killed his father, without the other being evil?
That...was a good question. "As a matter of fact, who else managed to contact the gods here? I think Seith was trustworthy, but I have little proof for it...Melanthios, did you meet your double?"
"I met Melanthios... We shared memories and he decided he would like to live on, even if that meant living behind bars." He simply said, not being surprised that Seith had watched everything from within his cell.
"Did he seem trustworthy? That is the main issue here."
Melanthios glared at Cassiel. "Yes he was. He had been tortured for a long time, but he was still a lot like me.. I dare to bet my life on him being trust worthy."
"Ven killed Nivix, to stea his power." Daare remembered aloud. Three gods so far, that hadn't been evil. "If... Nivix had been alive, he wouldn't be evil, would he?" It was getting more apparant, his memories were returning more and more. "And... Maskelyne didn't... resist. When I... killed him."
After thinking for a while, Cassiel came to a conclusion. "Why not bait them? We do something that the Great One or whatever it is would never allow and force it to attack us. That could at least be worth trying."
"That might work.. And Daare don't worry, if he didn't resist then he probably didn't care anymore.. Torture can break a man, so you set him free and saved him from the pain he must have felt for thousands of years." Melanthios said trying to sound sympathetic.
"Yeah, we should force it to come out and then the cowardly thing will have no choice but to fight us!" Roe said excitedly in reply to Cassiel, "How should we do it? Call it bad names? Sing really loud? Make a joke about it's mama?" he chortled to himself.
Daare apreciated what Melanthios said, and smiled, as the carpet turned the normal way. The uncreative way. Thinking about what they would have to do was more important than who he had killed. Him? Or... something else?
Either way, he had to think of something. Anything. As the idea formed in his mind, he smirked more and more, until he started laughing, madly. It was all so clear! The glove was speaking to him, wasn't it?! Perfect! "I know what to do! We ask this!" He lifted his arm. "The glove! It's evil! It's... evil... very evil... it's under her control!" he looked at them with wild eyes, breathing heavily from all the laughing and yelling.
Cassiel's eyes got wide. "Did you take something from one of the demigods!? You fool! We don't know what they do! What if it..." No, now wasn't the time to panic. "Can it...talk?"
Daare nodded, frantically. "It talks to me all the time! It started when I got over here! It tells me to kill you! And slaughter you! And get rid of you! All for the great one!" He then added. "Not that I would listen to it, I---" his hand went up to his mouth. Obviously, it was the evil one. And it wasn't he who had done it. He pointed at it, jumping up and down on the carpet, trying to tell them to grab it or cut it off.
Melantios looked shocked at this turn of events and quickly grabbed the glove and pulled it off of Daare's arm. He quickly dissolved the piece of his shadows with which he had touched the glove with and it fell on the ground in between the gods. "Daare.. Never again touch an artifact, that we find on this side of the portal.. They are very dangerous." He said looking worried, he then glanced down at the glove. "I am sure you heard all of this.. Dark one. Come out and face us, or we will hunt you down and put you to the sword." He said sounding furious.
Daare could speak, as the arm was out of his face. "It's--- not just the glove... my arm is numb..." He conjured up a dagger. "It's not mine anymore." The mad god stabbed it. "I can't feel that..." He proceeded to hack off his arm, turning away so the others wouldn't have to witness it. He then laughed, turning around his arm was no longer connected. He held it in his other hand. "It's gone... Dark one! You wanted my arm?! Come down here so I can throw it at you!" It was clear he had lost what sanity he had.
This was bad, he was losing Daare. He couldn't afford to lose any more gods like this. Cassiel had to organize them now. "If you don't...I will destroy your plane of existence!" Cassiel didn't think it would let such a thing happen. The creature worked so hard for this plane...it had to work.
Cassiel lifted Stardust in the air and began focusing his energy into it. Flames to wipe out everything the creature had twisted, flames to cleanse the plane and let it start anew. Flames he hoped would be put out by the plane's god. He then turned to everyone else, seemingly asking for help.
"Yeah, come out of hiding evil thing or we'll catch you and chop you into a million billion pieces!" Roe shouted into the distance as loud as he could, before turning to Daare. "Hey, can I have that?" he asked, pointing to the dismembered limb, "It might come in handy," he added with a mischievous grin.
Melanthios looked at Cassiel and sighed. "So impulsive and so young... Still he isn't as bad as Seith." He focused as he stretched out his hand. "You took the children away from my brother... I will take everything away from you!" He shouted loudly as a spell because to focus in his hand, he poured all the magic he had into it and then fused it with Cassiel's sword.
The clouds began to split as a timid voice broke through. It seemed sickly and broken, as if that was the way it had always been. It coughed and gagged as it pleaded "No! Please! So much death today! No more!"
Cassiel smiled, his plan had worked. He brought down Stardust and canceled his apocalyptic action. He had won. "You ask for mercy, yet you have shown none today! Who are you?"
"Why did you stop Cassiel? We have to purify this wretched place and you... You deserve nothing but death or eternal suffering." He said his voice filled with anger and contempt.
Daare chuckled more. "There's no reason to ask who they are. They never answer! Now, get down here right now! Else I won't be nice, not at all." He looked over at Mel. "And if you want to purify, you purify! If you don't, you don't. But I belong here, and if you purify this place, I will be in need of "purifying". But hey, it might be fun!" He wayved around the arm some more.
Cassiel turned to Melanthios and whispered "We don't need to take this out on the mortals here, don't you think they can be saved? It was just a diversion, I never intended to kill anybody." Cassiel turned to it. "I ask again, speak or be destroyed."
The voice coughed again. "Disease! Disease is what you called me. You create then destroy me and my kin! Exile and attempt to kill again! I don't want to die! Just defending myself, just defending. Please!"
"Just defending yourself?" Melanthios burst out in laugher. "What a sickening thing you are, if you just defend yourself then why did you impression the gods and made everyone here suffer.. You will pay for your actions.. And Daare." He said as he turned to him. "He has corrupted a part of your mind... I can still help you restore your old mind.. You always had an unique way of seeing things, a way I could never dream off, a way which intrigued me.. Do not let him take your mind away from you and twist it so that you think like that filthy creature." He said as he looked back up at the sky.
Yeah, he's lying!" Roe exclaimed angrily in agreement with Melanthios, "He's the one that turned all of the other demigods evil, he's just pretending now so we don't kill him. Let's not show him any mercy!"
Daare looked towards Mel. "I'm... corrupted? I'm not! I'm... he is... my uncle. And I want to destroy him. It would be... a mercy, wouldn't it?" He then looked towards the voice. "DON'T YOU WANT TO DIE, UNCLE?!"
Akld'dali, Aweio'Lkkd, Ldaluk'ALukdj'Kjkd, Oiudls'Llu, KLUduci, KLAu...Just like last time." It began chanting and raving to itself. Cassiel thought something was clearly wrong here, but he couldn't just help the creature either. Those names though...
"It's a part of the Seven...the one who escaped death or imprisonment and took Tsuranote...it all makes sense now."
Melanthios turned white in anger and his dark shadows turned into white flames. "DON'T YOU DARE SAY THE NAME AKLADAI, OR ANYTHING CLOSE TO IT! YOU TOOK MY BROTHERS SON AND YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!" He shouted as he began to focus energy into his staff and looking how it reacted. "Show your true face.. You bastard!"
"It has already been done then." The voice seemed calm now, almost resentful. The world around the gods began to transform and undulate. A pestilence was spreading and the entirety of Evalon became consumed in cancerous tumors. The entity was incomprehensible to a mortal, but the gods were able to see its true form, unadulterated pestilence.
"Hey, did you come to play now?" Daare asked, with a childlike innocence, mixed with raw madness. "Do you think you scare us? Or that anything can happen like you want it to?! Hah!" He gathered madness, and threw it towards the creature. A creature, like him. The madness was overwhelming him now, something had happened to disrupt the former balance. But he had more than enough madness.
Cassiel was ready for this. It had to end this way. The creature, even if it hadn't asked for this, even if it wasn't even evil, had to be destroyed. It had just gone too far now. There was no other option. Cassiel raised stardust and put the hopes and dreams of the mortals he had taken free will from into a massive ball of righteousness and flames. Cassiel hurled it at disease, the dark one, his target.
[6/16/13 2:33:22 PM] Floris: Melanthios focused as started the same spell as before, only this time much more focused.. Instead of destroying everything it would only take out one target. "Die creature of shadow!" He said as he pointed his staff at it and a bright beam of gold light flew towards the creature, which exploded into golden flames as soon as it hit it.
"Ah!" Roe cried as the ground under his feet swayed and bucked as if it was living flesh, the influence of the creature was growing. He saw Cassiel's attack and brought out Skye, converting the sword into a pistol in his hands. He brought up the gun and aimed it squarely at the Dark One. "Make my day, thing," he quipped and pulled the trigger.