Post by Executus Gira on Jul 4, 2018 6:12:07 GMT
It was the depth of night, and Unish had been on the move. Wrapped up on her back was the bloody machete that reeked of the despot's scent, and in her hand was her pitch black blade. She watched on, as a dim glow rose to the south, past the trees and toward the city of Mival.
The day for her had been largely uneventful, just darting across the desert and grasslands in search of more enjoyment. A few souls here and there, a newcomer here and a newcomer there... but while the blade had been satisfied with the blood offerings she had presented to it, Unish knew there was a greater prize to the south, where the stars had been leading her... Was what prize coming from the City of Illusions? She doubted it. That city was near a few hotspots for newcomers, but the energy she felt radiating even from several miles away wasn't the kind she was after...
What she felt, was something darker from that city, something which sent shivers down her spine, and bad memories. Tonight, she would go around the city, and continue southward... unless what she was after really was in the city... Oh, she hoped that wasn't the case.
Her ears perked up. A soft sound had caught her attention, no it was more than that. It was a newcomer, someone who had just freshly dropped into this world, someone with a lot of life force to them.
An all too fitting snack for the blade, and for her to feast on.
She crouched low, and pinpointed where the target was. She could barely see it through the leafs, but she could tell it was a person, completely unaware of her presence...
She drew her blade, with a single burst of her muscles, launched off the branch and flew twenty feet through the air, before landing on the back of her target. The target, a young man in a white toga of sorts, was knocked flat onto his stomach. Unish raised the blade high...
"iehusoz! Iehusoz!" The man screamed. "Rit Pambt!"
Unish stopped. The grip on the black blade loosened, and she nearly dropped it. This language... She hadn't expected to hear it in this world. How did this man know it? Was he...
"Iehusoz? Sobaiad dlvgar gi rit?" Unish sneered, re-tightening the grip on her blade. "Iad iolci teloc!"
"Qaal iolci malprigi, odapila teloah."
Unish moved off the man, and let him rise up. If he tried to retaliate, she would be ready, or just cut him down regardless. "You're not an ordinary newcomer. Who the fuck are you?"
The man brushed himself off, then turned to face Unish. He was a solid foot taller than she was, and with slick grey hair combed back into perfect order. The left half of his face seemed a tad brighter than the other half, and a golden feather, like that of a peacock, was behind his ear. "From something so polite, to vulgar language. How you spoke before was eloquent and pure, not this... heinous mockery of tongues." He leered at her. "And who I am doesn't matter to you."
"Actually it does pretty boy." Unish leveled the sword against him. "And as much as I like flowery language, I'm far too fucking used to this vulgarity. I'm a human, so why not sound and act like one? Now how do you know that language, before I cut that tongue out."
"Call me... Phil for now. I have a different name, but it's most likely meaningless to you." The man stated, not at all nervous from the black blade an inch from his throat. " Yes, I'm not from this world. I used to be from a position of power, a society close to the gods themselves. I knew their language and their etiquette... before I lost everything to a demon masquerading as a person."
An eyebrow raised up for Unish. "Wait a goddamn moment. Hold up. A demon... pretending to be a human? Geez, no matter how many timelines there are, they all seem to be the same to me. I mean, I run across some strange people, but I don't care if they're demons or no-"
In a moment, the man was upon her. One hand reached out, and touched her forehead. It was only for a moment, and Unish reflexivly swung her sword at him, but to her shock, the man pushed the blade away from him, and stepped back.
"Screw you!" She snapped. "The fuck was that for? Do you have a death wish? Do you need my sword to ana-"
"You've ran across a very interesting figure." Phil said, cutting her off. "A few days ago, as you were being chased by a... lizard of sorts in these jungles... You met the person who was responsible for my fall from grace."
This time it was Unish's turn to move faster than the other expected. Her knee slammed into Phil's gut, and the man doubled over, a weak wheezing sound coming from his crumpled chest. "How far back did you look? What did you learn? Who are you talking about? Less shitty riddles, or you're joining the Creator!"
"Fine... Fine!" Phil struggled to catch his breath. "Just... I got a feeling and... I only looked back that far. I needn't look further back than that. I learned you love to kill everyone who drops into this world for some reason, and you were heading south. As for that person... Well, the hair is a different color, but... it's the same demon all around."
"And why should I be concerned about some demon pretending to be a human?" Unish balled her free hand into a fist. "Why shouldn't I snap your neck and drag your entrails across the continent?"
"Because... just from your language from before, I know you're a kindred soul to me, you are more than meets the eye." Phil now stood up tall, and brushed his hair back. " And that demon, that demon is a worse evil than you could possibly imagine. If left unchecked, she will destroy, mutilate, and defile every thing in this world, and in all worlds in this reality. Nothing will be left if she has her way, including you."
Unish let out a deep sigh. "Well... I got nothing better to do, so I guess I'll believe your story for now. If this person IS a demon, then it's going to be fun dealing with her. Consider yourself lucky to be left alive, Phil." Unish grinned, a smile that had no sicerity in it whatsoever. "Only a handful of newcomers I've met can have such a luxury."
"I've noticed." Phil looked down over toward Mival. "And I can sense that our demon is in that city, and there's a lot of other demons as well. We could go charging in to deal with them now... or wait until the dust's settled."
"Your choice. This is your fucky vendatta quest or whatever. Unless it's a scaly whore squad we're dealing with, I'm in no rush." She leaned against a tree, and tapped her blade against the trunk. "And... what is this demon's name? Just want to make sure we're on the same page..."
Phil looked back at her, and let his own smile spread. "Demogorgon. That is the demon's name."
The day for her had been largely uneventful, just darting across the desert and grasslands in search of more enjoyment. A few souls here and there, a newcomer here and a newcomer there... but while the blade had been satisfied with the blood offerings she had presented to it, Unish knew there was a greater prize to the south, where the stars had been leading her... Was what prize coming from the City of Illusions? She doubted it. That city was near a few hotspots for newcomers, but the energy she felt radiating even from several miles away wasn't the kind she was after...
What she felt, was something darker from that city, something which sent shivers down her spine, and bad memories. Tonight, she would go around the city, and continue southward... unless what she was after really was in the city... Oh, she hoped that wasn't the case.
Her ears perked up. A soft sound had caught her attention, no it was more than that. It was a newcomer, someone who had just freshly dropped into this world, someone with a lot of life force to them.
An all too fitting snack for the blade, and for her to feast on.
She crouched low, and pinpointed where the target was. She could barely see it through the leafs, but she could tell it was a person, completely unaware of her presence...
She drew her blade, with a single burst of her muscles, launched off the branch and flew twenty feet through the air, before landing on the back of her target. The target, a young man in a white toga of sorts, was knocked flat onto his stomach. Unish raised the blade high...
"iehusoz! Iehusoz!" The man screamed. "Rit Pambt!"
Unish stopped. The grip on the black blade loosened, and she nearly dropped it. This language... She hadn't expected to hear it in this world. How did this man know it? Was he...
"Iehusoz? Sobaiad dlvgar gi rit?" Unish sneered, re-tightening the grip on her blade. "Iad iolci teloc!"
"Qaal iolci malprigi, odapila teloah."
Unish moved off the man, and let him rise up. If he tried to retaliate, she would be ready, or just cut him down regardless. "You're not an ordinary newcomer. Who the fuck are you?"
The man brushed himself off, then turned to face Unish. He was a solid foot taller than she was, and with slick grey hair combed back into perfect order. The left half of his face seemed a tad brighter than the other half, and a golden feather, like that of a peacock, was behind his ear. "From something so polite, to vulgar language. How you spoke before was eloquent and pure, not this... heinous mockery of tongues." He leered at her. "And who I am doesn't matter to you."
"Actually it does pretty boy." Unish leveled the sword against him. "And as much as I like flowery language, I'm far too fucking used to this vulgarity. I'm a human, so why not sound and act like one? Now how do you know that language, before I cut that tongue out."
"Call me... Phil for now. I have a different name, but it's most likely meaningless to you." The man stated, not at all nervous from the black blade an inch from his throat. " Yes, I'm not from this world. I used to be from a position of power, a society close to the gods themselves. I knew their language and their etiquette... before I lost everything to a demon masquerading as a person."
An eyebrow raised up for Unish. "Wait a goddamn moment. Hold up. A demon... pretending to be a human? Geez, no matter how many timelines there are, they all seem to be the same to me. I mean, I run across some strange people, but I don't care if they're demons or no-"
In a moment, the man was upon her. One hand reached out, and touched her forehead. It was only for a moment, and Unish reflexivly swung her sword at him, but to her shock, the man pushed the blade away from him, and stepped back.
"Screw you!" She snapped. "The fuck was that for? Do you have a death wish? Do you need my sword to ana-"
"You've ran across a very interesting figure." Phil said, cutting her off. "A few days ago, as you were being chased by a... lizard of sorts in these jungles... You met the person who was responsible for my fall from grace."
This time it was Unish's turn to move faster than the other expected. Her knee slammed into Phil's gut, and the man doubled over, a weak wheezing sound coming from his crumpled chest. "How far back did you look? What did you learn? Who are you talking about? Less shitty riddles, or you're joining the Creator!"
"Fine... Fine!" Phil struggled to catch his breath. "Just... I got a feeling and... I only looked back that far. I needn't look further back than that. I learned you love to kill everyone who drops into this world for some reason, and you were heading south. As for that person... Well, the hair is a different color, but... it's the same demon all around."
"And why should I be concerned about some demon pretending to be a human?" Unish balled her free hand into a fist. "Why shouldn't I snap your neck and drag your entrails across the continent?"
"Because... just from your language from before, I know you're a kindred soul to me, you are more than meets the eye." Phil now stood up tall, and brushed his hair back. " And that demon, that demon is a worse evil than you could possibly imagine. If left unchecked, she will destroy, mutilate, and defile every thing in this world, and in all worlds in this reality. Nothing will be left if she has her way, including you."
Unish let out a deep sigh. "Well... I got nothing better to do, so I guess I'll believe your story for now. If this person IS a demon, then it's going to be fun dealing with her. Consider yourself lucky to be left alive, Phil." Unish grinned, a smile that had no sicerity in it whatsoever. "Only a handful of newcomers I've met can have such a luxury."
"I've noticed." Phil looked down over toward Mival. "And I can sense that our demon is in that city, and there's a lot of other demons as well. We could go charging in to deal with them now... or wait until the dust's settled."
"Your choice. This is your fucky vendatta quest or whatever. Unless it's a scaly whore squad we're dealing with, I'm in no rush." She leaned against a tree, and tapped her blade against the trunk. "And... what is this demon's name? Just want to make sure we're on the same page..."
Phil looked back at her, and let his own smile spread. "Demogorgon. That is the demon's name."