Death in His Eyes (Joar then Nymn then Open)

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn stared intently at the demon, but was taken back when he saw someone fly out and strike the boy and yelled out 'Qi Spike'. When the attack struck he looked to see that it was the Astrology teacher Lunari. She had hit the boy before he got a chance to but it seemed only to push the boy away.

He looked at the other boy then back to Sephora. He saw she was in dire need to have medical attention, but he couldn't just leave Miss Lunari alone to face him when it was his fight, but he couldn't stop the fight. He had to do something and do it quick.

He stressed over an idea then got it. He would have Lunari take Sephora away to the nurse's station before she got worse or if she was incapable of moving she could care for her as best as she could to stabilize her before taking her away to the nurse.

The boy then spoke about killing them slowly and giving them to Pit Lords. Great this boy was a demonic ethusiast. Not good. But a perfect example of the fight between good and evil. Then the boy started throwing fireballs at the teacher.

He took a deep breath and ran at the boy jumping into the air and thrusting his feet at the boys chest, right where Lunari hit earlier. The boy was too focused on Lunari to see it coming thank the lord for that and it stopped his attacks on her.

He landed on the ground and rolled back to a hunched position and looked at Lunari. "Miss Lunari, please go see to Sephora, she is hurt bad, I'll hold him off as long as I can, please help her as best you can." He said as he turned back to the boy tensing for another attack.

[Marquise]

Blood...... plenty of it, fresh, victims heart is still beating.....

"You're..... you're hurt...." He said approaching the girl very slowly, step by step. He leaned his head the side to get a good view of the blood, "You.... you need help soon, or this could become fatal quick with all this...... excitement"

"Miss Lunari, please go see to Sephora, she is hurt bad, I'll hold him off as long as I can, please help her as best you can."

Not if that kid has the ability to send you to pit lords...

"Miss Lunari would do best to help this boy, otherwise he may die." He spoke directly to the girl, "I can help you. I can carry you to safety, but I must know, if for some reason you are on the brink of death and are not able to be brought back, there is a way I can make you live forever. If that time ever comes, just let me know."

He turned and looked at the battle that was raging on, "So that aside.... would you trust me enough to save you, girl? Or would you rather the Lunari girl leave that boy's side in order to save you?"

I will save her.... I will only turn her if she so chooses to in case she's dying, but chances are she'll live just fine. Of course, it would be impolite of me to just grab her and walk off. I'd rather her say what she wants.

[sephora]

"You're..... you're hurt.... You.... you need help soon, or this could become fatal quick with all this...... excitement" Sephora's blurry eyes searched for whomever was speaking to her. It was so dark out and her mind was so cloudy. The trees tried to whisper something to her softly, something about death and terror, but she couldn't hear it.

"Miss Lunari would do best to help this boy, otherwise he may die." Miss Lunari was here? Sephora's head spun and a bit of the blood that was trickling from the corner of her mouth flew off, spattering on something outside of her notice. Her eyes once more were filled with Joar. No, not Joar, the demon inside of him. The demon who had singled her for being in Joar's heavy favor. Emotion came roaring back to the girl's body and she started to sob, Joar was gone. Wheezing, she tried not to choke on her own blood that had started to fill her lungs.

"I can help you. I can carry you to safety, but I must know, if for some reason you are on the brink of death and are not able to be brought back, there is a way I can make you live forever. If that time ever comes, just let me know."
Her attention was again taken by whomever was approaching her. The trees once more tried to tell her something, but again she could not hear it. All that the boy said confused her, she was unable to comprehend most of it. Only that he was going to help her get medical attention.

"So that aside.... would you trust me enough to save you, girl? Or would you rather the Lunari girl leave that boy's side in order to save you?" Sephora tried to speak in response, but all that came out was a wheez. Clearing her throat harshly, she spit out a mouthful of blood. The coughing had cost her the perch on her tree and she poked her finger into the ground. An oak sprouted and she grabbed a branch of it, pulling herself up with its aid.

"I. . . think M-miss Lunari should. . . stay with Nymn." Hazel eyes rolled back to the demon, "and send . . . him back to . . . Hell." She reached out to take the newcomer's arm.

[glow=green,2,300]death at every corner, little human[/glow]

This time she understood the trees. She didn't know what they meant, though, for now death was behind her. If this new boy could get her to Nurse Emma fast enough she would be just fine. "I'm. . . Sephora." She said with as much of a smile as she could, blood coating her bottom lip.

[Lunari Awren]

There was no way, NO WAY that this fight was going to end without casualties. This boy, Joar had become something...different, and not the good kind of different either. He spoke of pit lords, demons...he had become not just a simple musician, but a disciple of Hell. Something was possessing him...Joar was gone and in his place, this thing in his body. Even the elemental spirits could interact with this demon and it's power. Luna had told Lunari about these vile and degenerate creatures once, how these marks corrupted and plagued others for eternity. No, this demon would not be allowed to make it's mark on this school.

It would die here.

Everyone was yelling different commands, do this, do that. But in all the commotion, there was only one command she would follow. Luna. Terminate the demon. She looked up at the moon...Waxing Crecent, not enough to give the demon what she truly wanted, but it was enough for this situation.

The same demon threw fireballs at her, and with a deft movement threw up and waved her hands in front of the barrage, creating a screen of solid moonlight. The fire crashed into it, and the screen fractured, and repaired itself as it was drawn back into her body. "Miss Lunari, please go see to Sephora, she is hurt bad, I'll hold him off as long as I can, please help her as best you can." The other boy, the sane one had given her an order that she couldn't decide on. If she left him, the girl would live, but he might die, and vice versa.

The choice was impossible. Unfortunately, she could only choose one, but at least she could help the boy once before Lunari caried off the girl to somewhere safe. "May Luna watch over you..."
Lunari backed into a full attack stance. There would be no mercy for the thing in his body. "Prepare yourself."

Lunari drew back both arms, massive charges of moonlight Qi building in them, as much as she could with the amount of ambient moonlight. She even tapped into her reserves a little. Both hands started emitting extremely bright purple glows, and in an instant, Lunari was upon Joar's body.

"Starbolt Shockwave!" Her right hand went first, slamming into the boy's chest, a second, left hand, into the shoulder. Her attacks were dead on, 11 to critical joints and organs, each emitting an explosion of violet light as the Qi smashed his body to bits. A final 12th double-palmed hit would hopefully damage the body enough to make it nearly useless. This last hit sent a brilliant display of light shining into the dark sky, as well as a violet shockwave running along the ground outward across the school.

Lunari ran to Sephora in the time the body was down, and seeing the boy next to her with her other hand, almost yelled. "You, pick her up, follow me." Lunari nearly took off, then slowed down just a touch. "Move it!"

[joar]

The demon grinned. So they thought they could take him on did they? This little whelp of a boy thought he could stand against the might and rage of Apollyon? He would soon die knowing the truth. Nothing could stop him. Not even Adramelech.

He gave a vile, sinister laugh as he rolled his neck and took a step towards the boy. But he was confronted by the woman, the one the boy called Lunari. She shouted out the words 'Starbolt Shockwave'. He didn't know what that meant but he soon found out.

She struck the vital points of the boys body. He hadn't been in it long enough to get a good grip of his anatomy but he knew the body was slowly withering. He had to finish this and lick his wounds before he continued on his conquest.

Then the woman ran to Sephora and took her away. He wound have to track her down but first, he would deal with this whelp that so blatantly thought he could take the demon on alone.

"So little boy, you think you can test the might of Apollyon alone? A foolish attempt at the most. You will soon be with Joar and Sephora in Hell soon. Your screams of pain will echo through out Hell until the day we march against Heaven." He said grinning and created a spinning ring of flame around his body. This would keep him from being attacked unless the boy was stupid enough to attack through the flame.

"Now show me whelp, can you really test the might of Apollyon by yourself? Or are you a coward that is trying to do a noble act?" He asked. If he could provoke the boy the fight would end much sooner and he could go after the girl. Her scent still hung in the air and he could track that anywhere.

[Marquise]

Blood.

There was blood everywhere he looked, everywhere he smelled, every breath of air he tasted, he even felt the blood against his skin as she coughed it. He grabbed her hand and picked her up, carrying her his arms rather then over his back, putting her arm around his neck.

"You, pick her up, follow me." The Lunari women spoke out. "Move it!"

"Of course," He said, still deciding on an Alias to use for this form. The dark of the night felt good, and he could freely change his body and voice, making it less cold, a little more soothing to help the girl. Of course, that didn't stop him from licking the blood that was on his hand after carrying her up. He did it subtly to get a taste.

Blood... more blood.....

Later..... later more blood... now we survive by saving others... I have to survive.

Marquise took off running, following the Lunari woman who, for a second, nearly lost him with her large amount of speed. Behind him, a battle was raging on, and he almost felt pity for the demon. Hell, he almost felt pity for the boy it was fighting too.

Almost.

Personally I hope theres a beautiful amount of blood, decorating the dark unlit trees and grass. Giving off the feint scent of warm blood.

Blood later. Save the girl now.

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn now stood in a battle stance, never taking his eyes off the demon except for the occassional glance at Sephora. He knew she was fading fast and he couldn't help her. His first friend in so long a time and it was already turning out to be just like the reason he had been put here in the first place.

A friend dies, he kills the murderer. But was this to be his life? Would this mean he was no better then the very monster that had hurt Sephora? Was he just as bad as the rapist and murderer who killed his friend in Norway? He didn't know and it was driving him insane.

Miss Lunari had attacked the demon again. This time doing a good deal of damage before running over to take Sephora away. He gave a sigh of relief, at least now he knew she had a shot at life, even if it was small she had a shot.

He then turned his attention to the demon again, who was now directly talking to him. He spoke of how he would be in pain, how Sephora would be in pain when he brought them to hell. That his name was Apollyon, one of the great demon lords that ruled over Hell.

How had he gotten into this boy's body he did not know. But what he did know was he had to be extinguished from this world and sent back to Hell or the world would be doomed. Thats when Apollyon started up a ring of fire that spun around him rapidly.

He didn't know what to do at that time but he knew it was just the demon and himself now. Thats when he realized he wasn't the same as him, or the man in Norway that he killed. They had done it for the sheer joy of torture and death. He had done it out of justice and the price that their consequences would bring upon them.

He then started to relax. 'There is no defeat in death. Victory comes in doing what is right while we still are alive'. That was what his father had told him when he was younger, and he would live to it. He would be that man who did everything he could until he gave his last breath to protecting others. This would be staring death in the face and making him blink first.

He tensed his body again, muscles pulling and constricting as he pushed off heading straight towards the demon. He leaped into the air at least 4 feet away from the demon and threw in two strong feet to his chest. He just hoped this would catch the demon by surprise.

[sephora]

Pain shot through her body as the newcomer, a boy, lifted her up. Her ribs felt like fire and cold sweat broke out across her body, making her feel greasy and chilly. He pulled her arm around his neck and she bit back a scream, it was her broken one.

They turned and started to follow someone, a blur. She peered ahead but the jerking of the boy's running made it hard to concentrate, every step sending a jolt of pain through her slender body. Something wet was dripping down her neck and she wheezed, wiping blood off of her face.

Trees whirled past, whispering to her things she couldn't understand. Peeking over the boy's shoulder, she wondered where Nymn had gone, and where Joar was. Surely her only two friends would want to help her, now that she was hurt. Putting her blood-covered hand on the boy's neck, she tried to lift herself up a bit to take the pressure off of her broken elbow.

Sephora suddenly remembered that it was Joar who had caused her this hurt. No, the demon inside of Joar. Nymn had saved her, and was still fighting the demon. That demon was going to kill him if he didn't have any help.

"Miss Lunari . . ." she wheezed, blood dribbling from her lip onto the boy's chest,"needs to . . . help Nymn . . ." She clutched the boy's shirt, trying to make him listen to her. Her voice was hardly a whisper, but Sephora desperately wanted to be heard. "She can help," she coughed,"him. You can . . . take me. She needs . . . to help him." Speaking was proving difficult for the girl as blood kept threatening to fill her mouth.

[Marquise]

Blooooooood......

A flash of memory from his childhood came to mind, one of his living memories resurfacing. The puppet of a vampire counting and saying 'Bleh!'. Of course, this wasn't exactly right. He didn't say bleh before sucking neck, he didn't even bare his fangs unless he had too, but he did smell it, he felt like a meat eater trying to impress a vegetarian while holding a juicy rare steak in front of his face.

Juicy.... Rare.... Bloody... Steak. Thats all it is.

He looked down, and spoke, "I'll let her know,"

"Miss Lunari, this girl wishes you to go back, I don't care either way, but I told her I'd relay the message." He then pulled her up high towards him, making it look like a readjustment when in reality he got one good lick at the blood on his own chest.

"Soon now girl, we are growing closer and closer to the medicine that will save your life."

And I'll have to eat my steak another day, no matter how sweet this one tastes. How.. fresh... juicy.

Marquise hid his fangs, he continued to keep a soothing romantic voice to keep a calm attitude, he made his features a bit kinder, and slowly changed his clothes using his Qi. He was dressed much like the boy who was fighting the demon. His goal was to get the girl to calm down and feel at ease, and possibly keep her from struggling. The more she struggled, the more she might bleed.

And that wouldn't be good for her.....

[Lunari Awren]

Lunari kept walking, reaching a short cut grassy field, where the light from the school didn't interfere with any moonlight shining down. This was her spot for doing any sort of Qi training or other lunar intensive activities. She sat upon the ground, her hand glowing a little, the reminants of her attack. Meanwhile, she took out her glasses, cybernetically sending out a message...


/START FILE
Dated: 6.09.2022
Subject: SECURITY ALERT!
Recipient: All Qi-Capable Staff
Author: Lunari Awren
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/BEGIN/ Mobile Assistant Computer (MAC) Transfer...
(PRIORITY ONE ALERT!)

As of 21:40 this night, by order of the Awren twins, the school is on STAGE 5 LOCKDOWN! The school is currently under attack by forces of unknown intent. All teachers are to report to the automated beacon sent out from the MAC of Nymn Farshaw ASAP. All other staff, secure the AI Core. My location is marked on your MAC's map.

/END FILE/


That should do it, at least make Solaris aware of the situation should he not know already. She finally gained some awareness, and turned to meet the boy. "Miss Lunari, this girl wishes you to go back, I don't care either way, but I told her I'd relay the message." Lunari formed her scythe in her hand and walked over to them, taking off her glasses revealing her orange eyes once more. "I will go back as soon as she's stable, and not a minute before. Set her down here."

[joar]

Apollyon grined as the boy stood still. He seemed to have turmoil churning his mind and heart. He didn't know what the boy was thinking or feeling. But if the boy attacked, his mind would be filled with doubt and pause between his attacks to give Apollyon time to retaliate.

Or if the boy didn't attack Apollyon would have time to restore the body's fatigue and get a stronger foot into this world and soon become unstoppable. Either way, it would end with this boy dying and being tortured by the pit lords.

The only flaw the demon saw in his plans was that if he didn't hurry up the girl would have time to be stabilized and he would lose the chance he had now to kill two people and then the group would fight him all at once, and if he wasn't strong enough it would mean he would lose his anchor to this world.

But luckily the boy did attack. He gave a sinister and vile grin as he grabbed the boys shins, sidestepping to do it and then grabbed the boy's shirt and embracing him. The rings of fire would burn the boy's body which would give Apollyon endless amounts of pleasure and energy at the boy's screaming cries.

"Well boy, looks like your move planted you right into checkmate. I will see you in Hell soon enough and the Pit Lords will have endless fun torturing you and that pretty little girl till the day we march against Heaven." He said with a snake-like grin.

[Nymn Farshaw]

Nymn had gone head first towards a demon, a demon who had hurt Sephora and almost killed her. He didn't know what to feel, the only thing that fueled him was Justice, Righteousness and Retribution. He had attacked the demon but he only sidestepped it and pulled Nymn close. The demon smiled telling him he would suffer the pit lords wrath.

He gave a grin of his own back at Apollyon. "You forget, God is on my side" he said still grinning. The fiery rings never touched him, only slid off the white and purple shield he had around him. Concussion damage was all that worked on it. Anything with kenetic energy he felt but never the actual hit, so the flames might as well be leaves falling on him.

He then gave a slightly amused look, "And I'm Roman Catholic so therefore all I gotta say is this." He said giving a laugh. "The Power of Christ compel you!" he shouted and kneed the boy/demon in between the legs and pushed off his chest with both hands, spinning to use his other leg as to trip up the boy.

He hoped it worked but if not he could still keep away and attack light getting selected hits in on the demon before killing him. If he could kill him.

[sephora]

Sephora closed her eyes. The pain was overwhelming and her thoughts had begun to run together. It was becoming increasingly harder to breathe and more and more blood was trickling out of her mouth and, unfortunately, onto the boy who was wisking her away to safety. She kept trying to apologize, but all her words were slanted and in Armenian. She simply didn't seem to remember how to speak English, it was harder than her native tongue.

They stopped in a clearing and Miss Lunari stared into the sky. Sephora tried to ask what was going on, but all that came out was a mixture of coughing up blood and slurred Armenian.

Sephora became even more confused as Lunari walked over and said something about setting her down. The girl suddenly wondered if perhaps they were going to leave her here to die. She couldn't imagine why they would do something like that. Perhaps they were employed by her father's enemies, trying to hurt her for not letting them use her for her Qi.

"Don't leave me here to die!" She shouted, though it was no more than a loud whisper. Her words were Armenian and she coughed with the effort of a single unbroken sentence.

Panicked, Sephora clung to the boy who held her, not wanting to let go. Perhaps it was Miss Lunari who was wanting to leave her, to go back and fight the demon. Why would the boy who had whisked her away leave her as well? She touched her hand to his face and spoke again, "Please. . . don't leave me. . . to die" It was Armenian once more, she just couldn't remember how to speak in english. Blood trickled down her chin as she wheezed.

[Marquise]

"I will go back as soon as she's stable, and not a minute before. Set her down here."

"Don't tell me that," The boy said, setting her down on the ground, being extremely careful with her body as not to further injure it.

The girl was speaking in a tounge that Marquise was unfamiliar with. He felt as though he should learn more languages being what he is. He thought it would come naturally, but it didn't. He gathered what he thought she was saying since she grabbed him.

"The Lunari woman asked me to set you down," Marquise spoke making his words very kind, he knelt down close to her ears, his lips barely touching them so that only she would hear, "She said she wouldn't leave until you are stable. Medical help may not be here very soon, if you want, I could cure you from sickness, from disease and aging, and you would be forever young. You would become something different, but within moments you would be fine, that boy might get the help he needs. I wouldn't ask you to do this, I would not even recommend it, but it's best you know all your options."

He spoke rather quickly, but keeping the soothing voice, adding an Irish lilt to it. He raised his head up and spoke to the Lunari woman, "When might she expect some medical attention, a nurse, a doctor, anything like that. I think it best she know a time frame."

She's so bloody, but with the eyes of this woman fixed on me and her weapon out and ready for the kill I can't risk exposing what I am, the girl is one thing, but this woman is very dangerous. If the girl agrees, I will turn her with or without concern to exposure, because at least then the girl will live. And I would get to drink her blood, as she would drink mine.

[joar]

Apollyon looked at the boy as he grinned back. Something was off. Something that was there but shouldn't be there. Knowing. The boy wasn't effected against the fire, that was impossible, his demonic fire was the strongest in Hell, why wasn't he a smoldering pile of ash by now?

The boy then claimed God was on his side, and that he was Roman Catholic. Then he pulled the kicker. 'The Power of Christ Compel you!' And delivered a shot to his anchors groin. The body involuntarily lurched forward covering the struck area but the boy pushed off his chest with two hands and spun to trip it up. It was like trying to control a puppet when you were just learning the basics.

He had no control over the body's reflexes so it got tripped up and was now on the ground. The boy in a half crouch ready to spring. Apollyon got up and gave a grin. "Well, maybe you do have what it takes to defeat me, only fact is, its a little bit to late." he said and charged up a fireball the size of a toddler and burned as bright as the morning star.

He unleashed it as fast as possible and ran after it barely 2 feet from the hurtling mass of fire and light. He knew what was gonna happen, as soon as the ball hit that boys shield he would be right there to grab him and throw him into a tree or the ground, whichever worked better at that moment in time.