All the better to END you with, my dear... (Open Challenge)

[Prophet]

Yet another new character; the third in the set. Time to test her out and flesh her out a bit more. Up to whoever wants it; post a template and I will do the opening.

Arena: To be decided in my opening
Type: Power

Name
Sukoshi Niiro

Gender
Female

Age
16

Position
Prophet Red

Appearance
Sukoshi Niiro… a girl of fear and power… she is a fragile looking creature; walking shakily down the steps of history and reality, her dark, ragged body cloaked only in a tattered red cloak. The cloak itself is a deep crimson, as red as the blood of Christ slipping down his broken side. It is her most defining feature, as it often surrounds the majority of her body, enrapturing her in its scarlet embrace. The tattered ends hide the pitter patter of small bare feet, which beat slowly against the beaten path, her pale skin dirtied with the dust of a thousand worlds. Underneath the crimson cloak, she wears a simple black dress, which seems to cling to her body by the bare fragments, held on simply by the slightest breeze to her emaciated body. Hidden beneath the shadow of her blood-red cowl, her pale, somewhat gaunt face stares out. Bright blue eyes, glazed over slightly with fear, her pretty face scarred with three single cuts along her cheek, the scars running down her right cheek like some twisted tattoo. While once a budding beauty, she holds herself with a defeated posture of one who’s suffered far too much for beauty alone to heal.

Personality
Sukoshi is quiet and withdrawn, mysterious and fearful. She will not speak loudly; she will not make brash moves. She is as silent as a churchmouse, and will often cower at the simplest of things. She moves as a victim does; cautiously, worriedly, every footstep regretted as she scurries along the corridors of existence. However, she seems to harbor something deep inside… something she is too terrified to let out…

Abilities
Sukoshi Niiro’s power is somewhat subconscious in nature. She is a portal/conduit of sorts, manifesting into reality elements of the unconscious psyche. In the matrix of thoughts in existence, she acts as a corrupt manifester of those dark essences; bringing forth the nightmares, the insanities, the sins of the collective psyche around her in a haunting pastiche of twisted evil. Everything that is the core, negative aspect of existent free will fills her and explodes from her. It is her.

History
(To be revealed)

Quote
“Please… make it stop…”

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

I will do take this challenge, of course. I just need to make template.

 

[Prophet]

Accepted: In your next post, throw up your template, and then I will post the opening post. Our arena will be in an enchanted Manhattan; where we will travel a seemingly endless maze of dark alleyways; the only light being the occasional flickering street-lights, and the ember of a street rat's cigarette.

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

Okay sounds good, I always did what to fight in an enchanted Manhattan, it's one of life's simple pleasures. hahahhahaha, but in all seriousness, my template.


Name: Grave

Age: As old as the stars in the sky and the wind in the air.

Gender: Male

Race: Divinity - A race of angel that has been rewarded great cosmic power by the one God.

Occupation: The Grim Reaper - His job is to guide the souls of the dearly departed to whichever destination they must go to, Heaven or Hell. When there is an unbalance in the equilibrium he has created in the world, such as a war or mass genocide/killing, it is his job to "fix" it.

Element: Light

Abilities: Grave can bend light to his will and make it do anything that he could ever possibly want. With it he can make platforms, walls, cutting beams, and make himself invisible to the naked eye. He does all of these things by either concentrating the light into one narrow beam, or bending the light around him.

Grave also has the ability to phase through any solid object and either do one of two things.
First if he simply moves through an object, said object will then implode immediately after he has moved through completely.

Secondly, he can move through an object and appear somewhere completely different by phasing through not just the solid object but space itself. For an example, if he walks through a building, then he can reappear anywhere where there is a solid object, this including something in the sky.

Grave also, being the Grim Reaper, has the dominion over all souls. This is where his truest power comes from, for the human souls that he contains are a limitless supply of energy. He can fire them out of his hands and, since the soul is now pure energy, it will burn right through anything living. He can also infuse that energy into non-living things in order to give them the same properties as a soul, this can either be used to defend or attack.

Finally, Grave has two more Abilities that are unique to him simply because of the fact that he is a divinity. These abilities are as follows, flight, regeneration, lack of necessity for human need such as water and air, and the ability to call forth a legion of angels to ravage the opponent.

Weapon: A Pure White Cane which he calls "Tensei", which is Japanese for "Voice of God". On the cane there is etched every single hardship that Grave has lived through presented through panoramic art. Also on the cane is the "Our Father" in latin, as well as Tenshi which is etched on the neck of the cane. Now we all know that the top of the can comes off, but to reveal naught but a rusty old katana. Though when Grave infuses this blade with all of the power of the souls he has collected over the years, it becomes a weapon of immeasurable power.

Appearance: Although he does happen to be as old as the wind in the air, Grave retains a rather young look. He has very short, pure white hair. In addition, he has a fairly short beard, as well as a mustache that completely covers his upper lip. Moving on, Grave has the most serene golden iris', and a very strong, yet slim physique. He stands about 5"11, and always tries to have an emotionless face on while he does his job as Grim Reaper. As for his attire, he always wears a battered, old, torn brown cloak which reaches down to the soles of his military boots. Under this cloak though, Grave wears a sleeveless black combat shirt which his made of kevlar grade armor on top and a black cloth on the bottom, and it has ten white buckles on either side of Graves torso, making it look like a skeletal ribcage. Then under that he wears a black kimono that has no bottom half due to the fact that it was ripped off, the top half is fine though and the sleeves of it compensate for the sleeveless battle shirt. As for the bottom half, he wears jeans, as well as combat boots, both black.

Personality: Grave is very cold and calculating, and whenever he has a job to do, no matter what, he will get it done. It may be his centuries of guiding the dead, or perhaps seeing the evils man was capable of, but Grave has over time become a bit of a misanthrope. This is not to say that he hates the human race as a whole, no quite the opposite. No he hates the injustice and evil that the human race has committed over time. When he thinks about ow many people he has guided to heaven that was killed in a meaningless war or was stabbed by a mugger, he literally gets nauseous. This is why he works around the clock to maintain justice and order in our world, even though his sentence ended many, many years ago.

Bio: ((For the sake of time as well as this battle, I will reveal this as the fight goes on.))

Quote: Let the shackles of this world hold you no longer.

 

[Prophet]

Hehehehe...

There was no moon in the darkened Manhattan horizon. There were no stars to glitter in the endless black canvas of the sky. There were no honking cars, no bustling commuters, no ringing cellphones. There were no bright neon lights, no magical consumer shops, no friendly neighborhood vendors. No delicious food; only the stench of rotting garbage. No Time Square lights; only the flicker of a dying streetlight. No pitter-patter of friendly people walking; only the screeching cry of an alley cat. There was only an urban darkness, the tall brown stone buildings running side by side, run down, broken windows boarded up, making the endless labyrinth of alleyways and side streets. Broken stone sidewalks... The telltale signs of a flickering fire dancing on some of the dark brick walls... Profane graffiti sprayer on every surface, with enough blasphemies to fill a Satanic Bible... It was hell caught in the cracked walls of a dark ghetto; a place from which there was no escape. No matter how far you ran... no matter how much you cried... no matter how much you begged, this endless horror-city would keep you locked inside. It constantly looped, and even if you ran for days in a single direction, you would end up back at the center. A prison of the mind as well as the body...

Hehe, want to play a game, my pet?

Sukoshi's foot struck the puddle with a splash, the dirty polluted water flying into the air as she raced down a darkened alleway. Her pants echoed around the narrow brick walls, coupled with a few gasping sobs, and her bare, dirty pale feet beat against the cracked earth as she raced along the darkness. Her arms swung back and forth, pale, skinny, with a bloody scars running askew down those pale limbs, and her legs pumped desperately, propelled only by an indescribable panic. They burned with exhaustion, with the desire to nothing but collapse into tears, but she ran, turning a corner with a swish of that brilliant red cloak. The crimson fabric hung in the air like a splatter of blood as she turned, and it quickly vanished from sight as she made another sprint, tears spilling down her beautiful face, her blue eyes glistening as they ran down the three red scars on her pale cheeks.

What pretty eyes you have...

She let out a whimper, a pathetic noise escaping her pale, red lips; lips that had never seen love... only pain. She stumbled a bit, her bare feet tripping slightly against the concrete, and she fell against the brick wall, gasping, her throat choked with desperate sobs. Lips opened and closed, as if trying to breathe in the void of space, and she leaned against the brick wall, hands pressing against it as she desperately fought to feel her way forward. The flickering light of a broken streetlamp cast a sickeningly orange glow on her body, her pale skin visible through the tattered black short dress that clung to her body underneath the red cloak. Thin, weakened legs shook as she forced herself forward, desperately attempting to keep moving, even as her feet seemed to freeze up. Her eyes, wet with tears, seemed to widen, glistening with pure fear as she glanced wildly behind her, the scarlet hood of her cloak falling away from her face, revealing a shoulder length black hair, slightly choppy, as if some parts had been torn out...

All the better to seeee me with...

Sukoshi let out a scream, the shrill sound echoing around the alleyway, and she hit the ground with a thud, scrambling on all fours, scratching at the ground as she violently attempted to escape. She froze in place, her limbs thrashing as she made no progress forward, and she gasped as she was flipped over, feeling her back hit the ground with a crash, her back arching in pain, a single cough of blood spitting out from those full lips. She stared up, her blue eyes wide, a bit of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her entire body paralyzed in fear. Flat against the ground, pinned there eagle spread, her bare skin quivering with cold sweat, her chest stopped heaving, and there was silence, the absolute absence of breath...

You are mine....

"Please..." she whimpered, a hoarse plead escaping her blood-tinged lips, her eyes staring wildly up into the empty air, her wide eyes spinning wildly, head tossing as if attempting to avoid looking at all of the darkness, "Please stop..."

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

Grave was sitting atop one of the decrepit buildings, looking at the starless sky and wondering why existence was as it was. This was not the first time he had done this either, in fact he had made a habit of it whenever he was on the job. He wondered why he was born with such privileges, whilst there were others that were poor and born without hope of living. He wondered why he was living on for what seemed like an eternity while he watched the hourglass of time constantly go faster and faster, whilst everyone else' life was only a fraction of his at best. Then he wondered why he could not die for even in the worst of torture and worst of fates, he would survive, and everyone else would die. Why was he so special, did he even deserve it? Oh how he would love to give this power of his to anyone and everyone, but alas it is his curse and his alone.

Grave then put his hand up to the air, as if trying to catch a star that was not there, and then a scream was heard down through the pathways of the labyrinth of which grave was looking down upon. Knowing he had to act, no matter what the cost, Grave stood up, put both hands on his cane in front of him, struck the ground with it's bottom, and he then proceeded to phase through the roof of the building only to resurface through the ground moments later in front of a terrified little girl in a red cloak.

"What is it young one, what is it that troubles you, no, your mind." Grave said as he looked upon this girl, paralyzed with fear in a corner of the street, in this place they once called Manhattan.

((Sorry, that wasn't particularly good was it?))

 

[Prophet]

"What is it young one, what is it that troubles you, no, your mind."

The voice seemed to permeate the girls horror for a single moment, and even as she thrashed about on the ground, pinned by some invisible force, her eyes widened, and she managed to focus on the figure for a single moment. Her crazed, wild blue eyes focused on reality for a split second, and she registered another figure. Her lips cracked open, hoarse with screaming, as she croaked out the the man with the cane.

"Help me, please!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to free herself from the invisible force that bound her, "It won't stop! It never stops..." She descended into sobs as she pushed and pulled, attempting to lift off the ground, her fingers scrabbling desperately fror the man with the cane... she needed him. God, she needed somebody! However, even as she whimpered between sobs, she suddenly froze. Her back arched, the bloody red cloak billowing around her, her fingers stretching, every joint in her body crackling at once as she thrashed about, as if possessed by some invisible puppet master. However, it stopped as soon as it began, and she shivered into slowness. She rose, gently levitating up from the ground, the red cloak billowing around her like some sort of bloody aura. The wind seemed to pick up slightly, and as she glided to her feet, the bloody cowl rising by itself to cover her face in shadow, the darkness surrounding the alleyway seemed to thicken... There was a gurgle from here throat, an animalistic growl, and when she spoke, it was with a layered tone, like from the darkest depths of Hell itself...

"I shall never be stopped..." she screamed, here voice reverberating hauntingly in the alleyway, the force of the roar sending rippling shockwaves down the alleyway. The walls seemed to crack with the force, and if the man kept standing there, he would be thrown backwards with the force. Sukoshi let out a harsh laugh, a deep reverberating chuckle, which seemed far too deep for her own throat. It was like the tones of an organ, the roar of lion, and the sound of crashing thunder, all emanating from the body of this 16 year old girl... As the blast of air struck forward, the scarlet cloak seemed to ripple, and Sukoshi raised her hands, bloody fingers extended as the darkness around the alleyway seemed to quiver in response. Slowly, dripping from the darkness, the walls of the alleyway seemed to pool with the darkness. Tendrils of the blackness rippled out, slowly dripping like sludge onto the cracked cement ground.

"Hehe, what a nice man you are, coming to her rescue..." Sukoshi giggled sickeningly, a bit of black liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth as the tormenting voice slipped from those pretty red lips, "Why don't I introduce you?" The black liquid seemed to congeal upwards, spiraling upwards until it molded inwards into a globular form. The black sphere of goo seemed to hover for a moment before it took shape, morphing quickly until it became serpentine, a long black inky serpent, which slithered forward, hissing as the darkness seemed to slip from its underbelly. "Face the serpent of temptations... the mark of all the selfish swine that live in this hellhole... just don't get too close... heehehhehe...

The snake suddenly vanished, as if simply disappearing into shadow. It reappeared almost instantly, lunging out of the shadow on the wall, ebony fangs bared as it aimed at the man's neck. It would sink it's dark fangs into his flesh, and he would consumed by darkness; drawn into the blackness of this nightmarish Manhattan; locked here forever, bound by his own selfish ambitions.

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

After Grave had asked the small girl what was wrong, and how he could help, something strange happened. It was as if all the chaos that had been forcing her body to flail around was suddenly washed away at the sight of him and in it's place was an eerie silence, and the vision of a broken young woman crawling to him, almost as if in pain. She then started to plead to him, asking for him to save her, saying that whatever was making her scream in terror was not going to stop.

In response to this, Grave got down on one knee and extended his arm saying; "I want to help you, I WILL help you!"
Then, out of nowhere, the girls body started to act as if a marionette and started to levitate into the sky. To this Grave immediately stood up and hit his cane upon the pavement, creating a small shell like barrier around him, orange in color yet still transparent.

"I had feared this much, this girl is not herself because of some demon residing inside of her soul. No, it can't possibly be that ..................... or is it just that I don't want to have to hurt her." Grave thought to himself in an instant.

The beast then let out an ungodly roar that was crashing everything around Grave into oblivion, shards of glass and gravel seemed to be dancing just outside his barrier, which had protected him from the blast and planted him firmly where he stood. Sadly though the barrier started to crack and eventually after the wave had passed it broke into millions of pieces. He could then see the little girl changing the surrounding environment, and what seemed like ivy vines of darkness emerged all around the alleyway.

Then the disgusting demon that was controlling the girl spoke in disgust of how Grave had come to her rescue, the same black slime gauging out of her mouth that was dripping from the dark vines on the alley walls. To say the least, this not only disgusted Grave, but it was easily one of the most frustrating situations he had been in for a long time. He was wondering how he could save the girl, yet purge the darkness from her soul, all the while ignoring the demonic creature before him as he bowed down his head and closed his eyes as he pondered just how to save her soul. Her soul, that was it, with any luck at all this demonic creature did not share the same soul as Sukoshi, and he could attack it's very soul whilst bringing no harm to Sukoshi. It was decided then, he would attempt to destroy the demonic soul, while keeping the one of purity intact, that is unless ..................... there souls were conjoined. If this was the case, Grave could still separate the souls and kill the evil one, but it would be much more risky and had no good chance of succeeding. In short, if attacking the demons soul, or consciousness if you will, within the girls body does not work, he would be forced to kill her.

Grave finally arched his head upward again and fixed his gaze on Sukoshi, his face as calm as it had been ever since he had offered his promise to help, a promise he was not just about to abandon. Then the puppeteer started to ramble on about a serpent of darkness, and sure enough before the body of his puppet was a large, snake-like creature made from the same black ooze as the plants. The serpent then proceeded to vanish into the darkness and Grave could not help but chuckle. This was the same move, although slightly more crude, that he had used to get to this location faster, he knew the technique well. Now, even though the enemy must have thought that Grave did not know where the ugly serpent was, but they would have been wrong because, as if it were pure instinct, Grave was following the serpents swift movements through the pool of darkness it was soon to emerge from. In an instant grave slightly raised his right hand from his cane and pointed his palm where he thought the serpent was going to appear. An instant later the snake emerged from the spot Grave was pointing with his palm, and grave shot what seemed to be a smaller, open version of his earlier barrier at the serpent as soon as it's very head emerged from the wall.

As soon as it hit the snake head on Grave relinquished both hands from his cane, which kept standing on it's own accord, and poured his power over light into to half orb barrier and trapped the snake within. He then proceeded to pour what seemed like a white mist into the orb, which was in actuality one of the purest forms of light that could be found, and within the barrier there was much flailing around in anguish coming from the snake, but this soon subsided and grave drew the orb closer to him until he held it on the palm of his hand. He then gave a death stare to the girl floating in front of him and threw the orb into the ground, where it made an indention but did not break through entirely. Grave proceeded then the grabbing his cane calmly, followed by him smashing the orb thus creating a glowing crevice in the ground that was very narrow yet as long as a street block and in the shape of the holy cross.

It illuminated every street corner every bit of darkness in the city was momentarily replaced with light and Grave looked up to the sky in joy a he took in a deep breath only to look back at Sukoshi to say; "Now, BATHE IN THE LIGHT!!!"
Grave then ripped through the ground with his cane one handedly, and once his cane left the crevice in the ground a huge explosion of light started to occur, all in the shape of the huge cross shaped crevice in the ground.

In moments anything near the explosion that was of darkness would be destroyed and purified. as to not be hit by his own attack, Grave instantly phased through the ground and appeared atop a building far outside of the explosions reach and waited in earnest as he saw the explosion of light engulf the general area where he had just been fighting.

"All I can do is hope, hope that my plan may have worked." Grave said to himself with a hint of sorrow in his voice. He never took much pleasure in fighting, especially when it was against someone with a good soul.

((Wow, that's long. Also in advance, SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY if I did something wrong, because something tells me tat I certainly did. Also, I'm sorry it took two days to post))

 

[Prophet]

The explosion of light cut through the dark alleyways like a sunlight through the fog. The roaring explosion of pure energy rocketed through the hellish maze, and an inhuman scream seemed to echo through the crackling air. Even as the white dome of energy spread outward, the shockwave causing a gust of wind to permeate even the smallest corridors, that scream pierced the night; akin to an animal giving its dying cries. It was a horrible, guttural sound; one of agony, of anger, of anguish. The darkness seemed to retract, as if out of fear, and as the explosion of white light vanished back into the pinprick from which it came, the darkness of this desolate Manhattan seemed to be less pronounced. For a single moment, the broken streets seemed clean... for a split second, the shadows seemed not to quiver and snarl... for but a passing minute, the streetlights shone brightly, the cursed darkness that held them broken...

Sukoshi Niiro stood in the empty alleyway, gently swaying side to side, as if hanging by the simplest of threads. The crimson cloak seemed to smoke with vapor, the pure energy blasting every trace of the darkness from around her body. She hovered on her bare feet, tottering, as if about to keel over. The red hood had been knocked back, and the 16 year old's blue eyes seemed to be frozen open, as if caught in a situation she had never been in before. She held her breath, immobile as the faint trails of vapor slid off of here cloaked body, and those blue pupils glanced this way and that, probing the faint shadows, as if searching for something that had always been there... but she was alone... it was not there... A single, relieved sigh escaped her lips, a choked sob of unbelievable thankfulness. It was really ov-

It is never over my pet...

Sukoshi's eyes widened, black pupils dilating into her blue iris's in pure horror as she let out a single howl, her back arching as a sudden surge of darkness swirled up around her. It spiraled up like a maelstrom of thick black liquid, the semi-solid gelatinous black mass growing around her, tendrils spiraling upward, like an enormous beast crawling its way out of the Manhattan sewage. She vanished instantly, engulfed by the polymorphic black mass, which rose up, filling the dark alleyway with the sound of crackling black energy. The streetlights each flickered, before fizzling out, overwhelmed by the dark energy. The wind begin to swirl, as if doubling over in pain, overwhelmed by the sheer blackness. The mass grew, the dark amalgamation of ebony colors swirling about, as it towered over the dark alleyways. It was about fifty feet high now, and the dark, ever-shifting mass seemed to turn to Grave, two blood red tears suddenly opening in its dark surface, the demonic bare semblance of eyes glaring towards the Reaper...

"Hehe, fool... think you can remove ME with a bit such a meager trick?" the voices roared, like the sound of a hissing snake being combined with the sound of leaking toxic waste. The red light permeated it again, and the red tear split across the black surface again, giving it the appearance of of a glowing, toothy grin. The blackness seemed to take on more feral features, and as the blackness hissed, the black tendrils worked its way up to form sharp ears... it was almost wolf-like in appearance... The darkness pooled and shifted once more, and two huge, gargantuan arms seemed to reach out, resting on the building tops, the broken shingles crumbling beneath the ebony, rippling talons.

"There is darkness that no cute rays of light can permeate... Darkness that you know well... Reaper...

With these words, the top of the building on which Grave was standing became pitch black, instantly covered in the same darkness as the beast. The darkness swirled up, instantly surrounding the Grim Reaper in a swirling tornado of darkness. It stretched up high, a cyclone of dark essences that surrounded Grave. In the swirling darkness, images of blood-red light shone, dancing around the darkness like reflections of a crimson moon. The images were abstract, switching from a playfully dancing silhouette to a snarling wolf in seconds. However, even as these images swirled, dark clawed hands reached towards Grave, composed of the same dark essences as the beast itself. The dark smokey hands reached for Grave, grasping for him, seeking to pull him into the darkness...

You will taste what you truly are, Reaper.... hehehehe...

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

((Sorry, I've been really sick with the flu, something I don't believe in, for what seems like forever, but I will get a post in by tonight/tomorrow morning))

 

[Prophet]

Understandable. Take your time, I have college to worry about, haha

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

((As do I, I'm applying to columbia university in a few months.))

Grave as quite displeased, to say the least, when he saw the beast arise with renewed vigor, entrapping the girl within it's gelatinous mass. In truth, Grave was sickened by the spectacle all the way down to his core. How someone, or why for that matter, would take dominion over a small girls body as to make her a killing machine was beyond him. Nonetheless, he had promised to save her, and ever since his conversion to the light he has never given out an unfulfilled promise. No matter what it took he had to tear this monster, this thing, from the throne of the girls mind and put her back in control of her own life.

The beast then spoke to him in a voice that was reminiscent of many demons he had banished before, yet slightly more potent.

"There is darkness that no cute rays of light can permeate... Darkness that you know well... Reaper..."

At these words Graves' eyes opened wide, and he was suddenly in a trance, ti me seeming to stop as this happened. He saw images of the ones he had killed in the name of his God, woman, children, families, holy men, all the acts that he renounced now. It then went from these images to Grave standing over his own body, battered and bloody, in a dark battlefield where there was a very literal river of blood flowing in front of him, dismembered bodies floating atop it like ice cubes. That was the day he decided on his new path, one with a future. All of these visions happened in the span of a few milliseconds, but it seemed to grave that there were days long.
From here rave looked at the monster and chuckled whole-heartedly.

"So you truly think that the darkness is supreme? What a jest! I was once as one with the darkness like you, but as you can plainly see............." Grave started to say as he released his power, light emanating from his very skin, giving him a shining aura.
"..............I have cast aside all shadows, I am now the very embodiment of light and life, and you must know, as there was no light that could stand up to my darkness, it would also be wise to assume that there is no darkness my light cannot penetrate!" Grave finished as he noticed the same black mass circling around him in a tornado.

Suddenly out of the swirling black mass came two hands of the same material, coming to drag Grave down into the darkness he had once know, the darkness he had abandoned. He refused to let himself be overtaken by such a weak entity with his meager control over the abyssal darkness, he couldn't, so he acted Immediately.

Grave threw his cane up to his right hand, it's light more vibrant now then ever before, and he spoke this incantation; " TENSEI, COME TO JUGE THE LIVING AND THE DEAD!!!" He started as he quickly unsheathed the sword from the sheathe which was the bottom of the cane, now in Graves left hand. The hands of darkness then seemed to stop where they were, a few feet from grave himself, held by an unforeseen force that was Graves newly released power.
"SCATTER ALL EVIL INTO THE ABYSS!!!" Grave finished as his sword shone with such a brilliant light that it seemed as If the sun itself was inside of this tornado of blackness. Grave then pointed his sword to the heavens and a pillar of light, as tall as the very skyscraper he stood upon, erupted from the hilt, surrounding the rusty sword. It parted the clouds, and gave a sense that the sun was shining upon the desolate city, even though the very thought of that was childish since in this dark realm the sun did not exist. He then brought his sword down to his side and slashed the arms in half twice in a cross formation, hoping to also hit the gelatinous monster behind this evil deed, still whilst not hurting the girl inside by cutting where she was not. Then the black tornado the was cloaking him in shadow began to transmute into one of light, every bit of black replaced with white, only to be absorbed by his sword moments later.

The pillar of light then started to surge downward, into the handle of the sword, then into Gave himself. As all this energy was being transfered into his being, Graves very skin became white as marble while being more solid than steel. His eyes then became filled with a golden tinge, and since his body could not contain every bit of this God-Like power it started to spout out of his shoulder blades, congealing into a pair of wings with a wingspan of at least six feet. He then shot a look of utter hatred at the monster as he transfered some of his power to his sword and sheathe, as to empower the sword and to shield the sheathe from all darkness.

"So, I now ask you monster, do you feel death upon you?" Grave said, light seeming to come from his insides while he spoke, as he got into his battle stance, couched down, and rocketed towards the black mass. Finally, as he flew towards the creature before him, a small portion of his wings broke off, turning into thousands of arrows of light, those of which shot themselves with incredible speeds at the monster.

 

[Prophet]

Sorry man, I'm gonna have to post-pone our battle. I have a lot of work to do, and can't give this battle full attention. However, I am re-doing my Prophet characters, and I will hold one for you bud; look for a new challenge from me

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

It's okay, I completely understand your reasoning. This is a pretty stressful time for the both of us, so we should put this aside for now, get the college stuff over and done with, and then we can go at it another time.

I'll look forward to that.

 

[❖Ħλν?₡❖]

And my computer post twice the post, because it has twice the power of a regular computer..........................or it's just a piece of crap.