Ordio Legio: The Fall of Aesir

[CptNemo]

(OOC: Oh, Sorry. Didn't know you had plans :/, could always redo it if we must. Just thought a demigod need to come in with a bang. And that Layla scene reminded me of King Kong, lol))

[Grim]

As Zeke launched him self off the battlment wall he heard vamp asking the questions. "Follow me and i shall show you something is about to be unlocked! Something that was hidden when we were defeated over 400 years ago." as he landed he heard a voice in the back off his mind whisper something. He rolled low and swept out the legs of several enemy soldiers with his War Scythe, He was closly followed by his elite team And Vamp and his force. They headed straight for the Tavern where Zeke was drawn to.

[anarchyangel]

The daemon-spawn, named Sable by humans in ages past, did not attack any humans he saw; rather he observed them fight hopelessly against the bestial forces of the Ordio Legio. He was pleased by the carnage around him. The Legion appeared to be just the sort of force he could linger in as they carved a swathe through the realms of man; much better than the swamps Sable had been in before anyhow.

Walking out of the blood red river that ran through Aesir and glaring fondly at every creature causing terror or destruction nearby, Sable strode over the bloody masonry as if he were in some lavish garden. A garden of horrors that was. Azaroth, the god of terror and Sable’s own master, would be most pleased with all this slaughter and panic.

Passing a group of undead battling a few desperate Templars, Sable slowly halted, leering as he tapped into the vast powers inside his fearsome, jet body. Within his inner pool of black magic he found an image of carrion maggots chewing through flesh and he projected that thought into the minds of the nearby Templars. The knights went stock still in an instant; believing that worms suddenly gnawed through their arms with agonizing haste. They were hacked down a fractional second later by their more corporeal enemies.

Continuing through the mayhem of the resolving fight, Sable cast similar illusions wherever he deemed it amusing or ideal. This battle was nearly over so he found no need to enter the real slaughter, especially when it would be wiser to scope out the Legion’s War Masters, ranks and magic users. With that information he would have better concepts over the tactics of the Legion for later on when they went to destroy Idor.

Ahead of himself, Sable saw the hulking corpse of a Sapphire dragon; butchered and eyeless on the bloody, stone ground. The forces of the Legio seemed to leave the body alone as if in reverence and the daemon-spawn curiously walked forward, wondering why. He narrowed his soulless eyes as he saw a pale skinned and black furred form cradled in the clawed hands of the Thunder Dragon; listless but not lifeless. Sable could still hear its heart beating.

“Now, now, what have we here…” he muttered to himself as he came closer. Looking down upon the centaur in the dragon’s grasp, he inhaled sharply with sudden surprise.

“Bane.” Sable hissed, his eyes slowly gazing over the prone Beast. Blood covered the Superbaal’s corded arms and bitter visage and it clumped in his fur and black armor; barely noticeable in his hands was the pommel of a sword stuck hilt-deep in the Dragon’s breast. It seemed as if the centaur was sleeping but the daemon-spawn knew better – this was the comatose state of a vampiric creature that had been drained of its frenzy without finding enough blood to satisfy the use of the frenzy in the first place.

Sable wondered on this as he looked the creature over. It seemed so long ago that Sable had found Bane in one of his cursed swamps; trying to drown himself due to the pain of his body, shattered for the sake of human amusement. The daemon had felt the animosity of Bane so potently in the water that day that he had decided to save the centaur and use his magic to enhance him; make him able to find vengeance for his suffering and perhaps develop into a true being of terror. Something that Sable’s god Azaroth would sincerely appreciate. Looking on Bane now, Sable could sense confusion but he could also still sense that hatred and terrible power from over a century ago; perhaps the centaur could yet be of use to Azaroth and this Legion. But if that was to be so, the centaur would have to be healed and fast.

Bane would not revive from his coma unless he received a dose of extremely potent blood or vast quantities of common blood soon. Knowing what must be done; Sable shifted forward under the dragon’s claw and went beside the centaur.

“It seems I must save you once more from yourself, my creation.” He murmured, before running a razor-sharp talon over his right forearm. With his left, he grabbed the Centaur’s long, bloodied hair and jerked its head back, placing his injured arm at an angle so that his ancient, black blood would drip into the creature’s fanged mouth. In an instant, Sable sensed the centaur’s heartbeat increase; throbbing against the black power of daemonic blood. He removed his arm and then used his will to close the small gash.

Already, the centaur’s spiteful consciousness was reviving. It was a good sign, and Sable sneered in relief that his procreation would survive for now; they would have much to discuss soon enough. Walking away and with hardly a backwards glance, Sable used his formidable powers to raise Bane ten feet into the air above, floating stiffly with his sword still clenched in his hands. They left the destruction of Aesir silently and went towards the distant camp of the Legion.

[Sephiroth]

Seph awoke from his own rage all he had done in that day was a blur of blood and screams, the last memory he had was that of mounting the wyvern and now hes on foot holding a mace and flail stained with the blood of many different races, now he new not wot he had done. finally Seph concludes he might still be a valued ally despite the change of killing many of there troop and departs for the camp of the Ordio Legio. he departs noticing a long wide path of corpses and there wound baring the sign's of his weaponry, a mouthless smile dawns upon him as he quotes to him self "i no that I'm a strong fighter but i no not whom i am killing"

[Larke]

Victus stood on an outcrop among the foothills, he gazed out at Aesir as it was englufed in red. The dark hearts of the Legio warrriors illuminated the ruined city, as though it burned with hatred and evil. Standing silently next to him was Layla, her pure white soul enthralled him. The majority of the Legio was within Aesir pilliaging anything they could find, and yet the small girl standing next to him seemed to care little as her home city burnt.

"The light is everywhere." Victus said as he turned, and yet even though his eyes did not look on the city he could still see the burning hatred that ran its streets.

"Come then." She said to him sublty, letting him lift her up and rest her on his armoured shoulder guard. She held on easily as the Demon Victus walked through the Ordio Legio camp, whispering directions into his helmet with her angelic voice.

She led him down into a valley the other side of the foothills without incident, his armoured feet finding purchase no matter where he went. Slowly the withering light of the Legio was hidden from his sight, Victus felt relief. He realised it was raining, the prattle of water against his heavy frame filled his ears. Lifting Layla from his shoulder she stood next to his armoured leg, sheltered from the rain by his enormous bulk.

The air pressure built up greatly around him, Victus was instantly wary wishing he had more then his fists to defend himself and Layla. There was another roar of thunder, that filled the valley. For a few moments the rain ceased to fall, as he realised the valley had filled with a burning red.

"Demons." Layla said, her voice sounded more shocked then afraid if anything. Victus concentrated on the new presence, no thoughts coursed through them. They were mere minions of Anguis.

"What do they look like?"

"Their armour is the same as yours Victus, though they are not your height nor build they still stand taller then any man i have seen." Layla's voice had resumed its placid tone as the rain began to fall again. He changed his opinon, they were Anguis' demonic army.

Two of souls moved forwards bearing something between them, Layla was well ahead of her Demonic companion.

"It is a massive Maul they carry between them. Its head was half the width of you Victus at its rounded end, runes are carved within handle and shaft they glow with unnatural light. The two ends of the Maul are adorned with screaming faces, they seem to shift every second."

Taking the weapon from the Minions Victus found it was surprisingly light for its massive bulk; he tested it by swinging the Maul with a single hand. The weapon passed through the air with a harsh scream, letting the momentum of the swing die Victus let it rest on the moist ground. Another pair of Demons stepped forwards bearing a shield, its shape was of a falling teardrop curved outwards to make the massive recess required for his arm.

Victus’ face turned into a wicked grin when he seen the sheild bore its own evil soul within. It was Jakara. The Demon Bear looked as though it was still trying to escape its fate, he could feel Jakara’s hate filled glare on him as he took the shield from the minions. Slipping his left arm into the recess he found the grips tightened themselves so he did not have to keep his hold on the shield.