In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Mamoru knew he had her now. She'd given up. She finally realized that there was nothing she could do to save her from the cold grasp of death. Throughout this battle, his mind had been working like clockwork, his eyes growing more and more psychotic. The red bands on his fingertips were reaching their end. He didn't want it to happen, but it was inevitable now.
He walked toward her in a slow mismatched pace, the crimson streaks on his nails finally reaching the tips. The chain around his hand began to stretch, finally breaking into a million little pieces. And in it's place, something that could only be seen in nightmares. A demonic claw, a few times larger than his own hand. This claw had traveled up his arm, tearing his sweater and jotting out like knives on his shoulder blade. He chuckled darkly, no longer of sound mind. He watched her as she tried to stand against the wall.
"I told you before--" His voice seemed broken and distant. "You could have made this easier for yourself...Heh-...heheh..." He begun to laugh. A sickening, corrupted laugh. Grabbing her by the throat, he tightened his hold. He would break this girl.
"See, oh 'Lord of the Underworld'? I've won! Isn't that something?!" He tightened his grip yet again, feeling a small breath come out of the girl's mouth. And as he watched Sage, a twisted, cracked poem made it's way into his thoughts...
"The 19th ALICE was a deranged red one. He expressed his emotions in erasing his foes. His soul cursed to be trapped in black ink. Slaying beneath trees painted like blood.
This new ALICE was of silent laughter. He cackled and chortled through his own crimson world. Hoping for someone to follow his song. Driven insane by the sound of his voice, this Alice became lost in his mind."
Post by sagefirefox on Sept 3, 2009 11:09:13 GMT -4
Here it was, she was dying. She could feel all air escaping from her body as the claws tightened around her throat. Her body hung limply, saving energy for her last move. "It's... not over... Mamoru... until... I die."[/color] the words caused heavy pains to her vocal chords as they were being crushed in the process. She quickly pushed the sphere holding the poison on her blade into the wall of the arena. It shattered and poison ran down the walls with some still left on the glass. She reached over with her free hand and took the blade from her left, which was burning from the poison, and shoved it into the monster in front of her.
She didn't know where it hit, somewhere around the ribs and stomach, but she knew that it hit. Not even during death would she give up. The blade dropped now as she shifted into fox form. Air rushed in but was cut off as his claws tightened to the change. It felt good, to die with lungs full of air. What she knew was that she would not die by suffocating in this form, but die due to the pressure on her neck. Was that what people meant when they saw their life flash before their eyes? Yes, she believed so. An image that stuck was one of the Firefox, the one she never got to know in the Caribbean.
She was still thinking of the image when a crack was heard. Her body then dropped to the ground, lifeless. The flame on the tip of her tail was no more, it burned down to a tiny blue, then burned down to absolutely nothing. The fight was over, Mamoru had won. To win meant losing without giving up, even if losing meant losing her life. The so-called last Firefox was gone, as was the species of Firefoxes. Or where they? Sage's soul was now going to the Lord of the Dead. Hades seemed to enjoy shows, why not deals? As her soul was lifted, it made its way down to Underworld for one last shot at life.