CHERRY PICK YOUR WAY TO HELL ♠ open, post-war

CHERRY PICK YOUR WAY TO HELL ♠ open, post-war Feb 1, 2017 14:33:37 GMT

Post by Ecclesia on Feb 1, 2017 14:33:37 GMT

Well, that had been fun. The Daemon had fetched Feya's broken body, and had carried her off to a local hideout, were she was sure that any survivors of Eden would meet. Kasvetli had been defeated, and there was little else to do but sulk, wait, and try to get organized once again. In her mammalian form, Alice would carry the Sylveon by the scruff in her mouth, and gently drop her on a coffee table in a building that was just another base of operation and shelter.

After their fallen leader's body had been dropped, Alice would return to her human form with blonde hair, her typical outfit which would be seen by society as a bit too revealing, and vibrant blue eyes. The battle had been interesting to spectate, and had not been completely for nothing, as the Daemon managed to steal some of the memories of the person who was now the Queen of Necropolis. If push came to shove, could their small, ragtag group make an alliance with the great demonic kingdom?

Alice flopped herself down on the couch in that apartment room, and stared blankly at the dead Feya. She had been so strong and powerful, yet was so weak against the darkness of the demon king. And now? Her soul had been consumed by corruption, as she would float about in Necropolis, with no peace, and only a heart for a revenge that she would never get. It was a tragic fate, though the Daemon personally could care less. Feya had only been someone she knew, and she only respected the Sylveon out of necessity. She had only joined Eden for entertainment in this world, so would she properly mourn? No; any mourning and grief would only be a respectful act, nothing more, nothing less.

A day had passed since the invasion on Sanctuary by Necropolis. Who all had survived, of their small rebel group? Surely they would meet up at this base, and begin to share news, things they had witnessed, and perhaps pay their respects to their fallen leader. Priorities would eventually come, however. What was the state of Eden, and what would come of it? They would need to elect a new leader, and focus their direction once more... or simply disband the small group, let it die, and never speak of it again.

CHERRY PICK YOUR WAY TO HELL ♠ open, post-war Feb 1, 2017 17:42:08 GMT

Post by Jin on Feb 1, 2017 17:42:08 GMT

He should have died. No normal human could have survived the things he went through, only 24 hours ago. It only had been a day since the war had ended. He didn’t know what exactly had happened for it to come to an end. While different developments occurred in the war, Jin had already been teleported to Necropolis long before they happened. His only contribution in the war, was to drive away a capable demon and then kept her occupied enough for the war to come to an end. His contribution being negligible at best, had still managed to acquire the attention of one very powerful and demonic being. This lead to a rather ironic situation. Even though his life was threatened by a demon, it was saved too by a more powerful demon. He did not much about this demon nor did he know the exact reason why had he been chosen. However, he knew that he needed to go through with this training with the demon lord. With his encounter with Yukirin and with Alice, he had realized one thing: he was weak and completely incapable of doing anything to demons or other super naturals. With that being the case, the path he had chosen would crush him along with his desires, dreams and goals.

Covered in bandages over all of his body and most of his face, with only his left eye showing through; the human walked towards the building. He had received the information that they were supposed to meet here. It appeared that all those who had survived the war were asked to regroup. Jin was not aware of what the situation was and what had become of the leader of the group. He hoped that she had survived because she was supposedly one powerful creature. He had yet to meet her in person but may be now he would be able to. ”Feya; the leader of the rebels. I wonder what she’s like”, he thought to himself as he squeaked open the door.

Even though he wanted to, he couldn’t fit in a tuxedo due to his injuries. He could only manage a trouser and a more comfortable and loose full sleeves shirt. He still had his trusted katana and revolvers with him. He hoped though that he wouldn’t have to use them because he really wasn’t really physically capable of doing that. Why he was able to walk and move around was all thanks to Beleth. He wasn’t capable of using magic and did not posses any regenerative abilities. Beleth had enabled him to move around by casting some sort of spell on him. He did not feel any pain despite his broken bones and the fresh wounds that covered his entire body.

Without a doubt, this was powerful magic at work. For now, he would have to rely on it because given the timing of this meeting; it was crucial that he attended.

Jin stepped inside as he noticed the familiar face and someone not so familiar lying motionless on a coffee table. ”What’s going on Alice?”, instead of speaking out loud he would say these words in his mind. Knowing her, he didn’t need to move his lips; she would already be peeking in his mind anyways. She was the sort to do that kind of stuff, that had already been established in their first meeting.