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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 15:34:39 GMT -5
One by one, all the demons fall to this skilled mystery man....
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:00:56 GMT -5
As the last demon falls, the man runs over to the boy and slings him over his shoulder, then moves freakishly quickly towards the exit.
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:02:44 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Daemon gets wind of what has just happened. "So someone murdered a great number of my demons?" The devil said thoughtfully. Well, he couldn't just stand back, could he. He ought to see who this guest is...
So the man would suddenly find himself enveloped in darkness...
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:05:44 GMT -5
As the darkness starts to close around him, the man says something undecipherable and stands still, knife still in hand, ready for a suprise attack.
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:09:21 GMT -5
He'd hear the footsteps coming, echoing all around him, but unable to tell where from exactly. If anything, it sounds like its converging from all sides towards him. "Now now, there's no need for that is there?" A dark voice came, echoing in the same manner as the footsteps, asking with a slight taunt to his words.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:18:24 GMT -5
The hooded man doesn't turn. He knew demons could play such tricks. Even senses of his level could be at least somewhat baffled by the trickery of a demon.
"Why have you brought me here?" there was a slight accent to his voice, though calm and cool as it was, but only a hint of an accent; it didn't effect the words themselves, but you could hear it quite distinctly.
His fist indistinctivly tightened on his blade's hilt, but he relaxed it again, squinting into the darkness to search for the evoker of this strange situation. It perplexed the man in a fond way; he could not see anything but black, even with his accute night-vision.
"You have no quarrel with the boy- let him go."
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:25:55 GMT -5
There was a reason the man could see nothing but black. Daemon, after all, had turned himself into his truer form, that of a shadow. In the darkness, it made him indistinguishable. He chuckled at the man's response. "Well, good sir, that may very well be the case, but the problem lies in you. After all, you murdered my minions, so while I might be happy to let the other boy go, you, I cannot."
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:31:35 GMT -5
The Mystery Man nods.
"An eye for an eye, as they say...I find your argument quite reasonable, sir."
He gestures to the air, assuming his captor can see him.
"And I have all right to attempt an escape, with all due respect."
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:33:22 GMT -5
He chuckles again. "OH, but of course! Go ahead, good sir! Please, I implore you to run and try to escape as you'd like!" Of course, he wouldn't be able to. Daemon's darkness formed a pocket dimension around the two. The man could run forever and not end up anywhere.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:36:42 GMT -5
"Oh, please, I am no simpleton, I am completely aware that I would run for hours and hours and not get anyware...nor shall you drive me insane. Certain events in my life have given me patience...but you are, of course, entitled to test my word."
The two of them, exchanging deadly pleasantries...
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:38:33 GMT -5
"Well, perhaps then I shall just leave you here. I have no further purpose for sticking around..." Daemon says lightly, though the threat is very real.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:42:47 GMT -5
The Mysterious man bows his head.
"If it is as you wish, sir, as my fate is entirely in your hands. I no longer fear death, and my expiration will have no lasting effects on the world."
He slowly descends to the floor and sits cross-legged, apparently ready for eternal imprisonment.
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:45:49 GMT -5
Curious....Daemon thought to himself. So rarely do people resign so quickly. He grins again. "Ah, I wouldn't suggest it, good sir. You see, I don't believe in just imprisonment. I believe in torture. Soul-torturing, to be precise."
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:48:57 GMT -5
"Ah. Those of the Demonic persuasion do usually partake in activities. This too, holds no fear for me. I live my life purely because I am like everyone else. My soul cannot be much tortured then it already is, sir, as I am a cursed man. But, if it is as you wish, then it shall be so." There was no lie in his voice, nor resignation or sadness or acceptance, just mild politeness "and if I could be so bold, sir, I would ask that I could have some undergarments if you plan torturing my body, but once again, that is entirely up to you."
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:51:19 GMT -5
Even though he could see nothing, he could sense that his captor was grinning at him from the darkness. "Humm, do you really think that is so? Perhaps...But you are interesting, and perhaps attempting to torture you would be a waste of both of our times. And yet, I can not let you go, for your crime. But I do believe I have another idea..."
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