Whispers assaulted the hearing sense of the arachnid horror. In fact it seemed those insidious whispers were whirling around its very being, speaking words of insanity into its mind.
No matter what it did, it couldn't escape, this was its fate. Its inescapable fate. Its lord had spoken, its creator had decided.
Loud sickening cracking sound escaped its being; it was folded up and shrunken into the size of a fist. The process looked morbid and appalling. If it were a human, that would surely be a fate worst that death.
Noctis smiled darkly as he gulped the orb and observed the chasm. " A den of horrors, my home." he said taking to the skies. A huge chunk of the chasm got blasted to a huge sinkhole.
This action also affected the city, with the chasm walls crumbling into a circular outline. It took up more space from the city, but Noctis was using only his existence to cause that level of destruction.
[ 0:30 ]
Landing gracefully back into the remaining part of the chasm, he looked at the timer before him. he chuckled, " Never broke the one minute curse, but at least heaven is aware. "
Kneeling in the enshroud of the abysmal chasms darkness, his humane consciousness returned and the personified power left him. When his rose, Noctis was gone but Calvin remained.
He fell gracelessly, the memories of what his second consciousness had done in the space of a minute flooded his mind.
' Bastard took me further with that meaningless jump, why did he do that. ' Calvin thought. He perspired vigorously as he felt not an atom of strength in himself.
His bones rattled and shook, his muscles contracted. ' The overdrive.' This was one of the reasons Calvin feared activating his title. His memory would be gone, his philosophy overturned and the aftermath was both a blessing and a dreadful curse.
[ Mission Activated : Survival ]
[ Description : Survive this encounter with everything you have at your disposal or…, get extinguished ]
[ Rewards
< Ability gained : Destructive Summoning >
< You have reached Level 5 >
< Echoing Dismantle : Common »» Uncommon > ]
Not knowing whether to cry at his state or laugh at his gains. ' What would be the use if I died at this moment.' he chuckled dryly relaxing himself and listening to the panicked screechs around him.
Noctis had really caused a commotion, even beings forged from fear felt dread. The personified had actually destroyed more horrors than Calvin ever had, and he did it just with a single leap.
The former silent chasm was now bustling with inhumane noises which created a daunting cacophony. As he listened, he imagined the chaos made.
' Where could Kyra possibly be, I doubt she would be able to survive this pandemonium. This leaves me with completi… ' Something move towards him. ' Curses.'
Opening his eyes, he stared into the abysmal darkness and quickly activated his Devil's Whisper. Borrowing the eyes of Azazel, his eyes were opened to his peril.
{ Horror Race : Shifting Watcher }
{ Horror Ranking : Arisen tier 5 }
{ Horrors Aspect : Observer, Stalk, Lower corruption }
{ Horror's Strength level : Problematic }
The dark mass of a horror slowly shifted it's form, exactly mimicking Calvin's physical form. In mere moments he was made to witness a exact copy of himself staring down at him with a horrific smile.
A smile which reminded him of Serina.
Momentarily he had given up on life, the use of Noctis Veyrahl had left him drained to the extent of being unable to move. The horror emerging from the darkness stretched its hand towards Calvin.
In an instant, a blackish tar like spike tore through Calvin's skin, rib bone, heart and exited out his back. ' Curse my fate.' He thought feeling his consciousness slip away.
He had died the second time in just his first day of wandering the chasm.
Death however rejected him before he ever came. His consciousness hung on even after his physical being was out of commission.
This wasn't Calvin's doing, but the doing of those tied to him. In a realm outside time and existence, he stood, face to face with his inner devils.
Seven magnificent thrones lay before him, all built on a high platform which seemed to cut through the ether of the realm. Sitting on the seven thrones were seven beings, excluding an aura of nigh perfection and cosmic power.
The throne in the middle held a tall, athletic male figure. His hair dark crimson, thick as flowing blood, his eyes gold with a subtle corona. Skin as smooth as a newborn, pale and gleaming with the undertones of primordial flames.
Dressed in an obsidian armour with a broken halo above his head, this was the omniperfectionist, the Shining One, Lucifer Morningstar himself. Lord Of Pride.
The following was a quite muscular fellow, his casual t-shirt and jeans made it easy to spot his V taper physique. Towering, Broad shoulders and sharp attributes seemed to have be forged akin to tempered steel.
Eyes scarlet as sin, hair, cascading like a fall of absorbent hazel. His jawline sharp enough to pierce existence, his beauty, simply flawless with a tinge of violence and chaos. This was the Prince of Dread, Wrath itself. Azazel.
Next was an elegant, almost frail looking one, yet so untainted, deities of beauty and charm simply hid in shame of hideousness. Pale green eyes which stared deep into the soul, analyzing concepts of worth.
His silver blonde hair matched seamlessly with the atmosphere of the realm, flowing softly like the rays of the fading moonlight. His smile was soft yet deceptive crafted to adore and crave.
Calvin stared coldly at the father of Envy, Satanel.
Then he focused on another. Cladded not with mundane apparel like that or his previous comrades but an armor of gold and diamonds.
Warm bronze skin, hair tied in a neat bun by coils of platinum, burning amber eyes like those of a hungry hawk ready to convert the riches of the universe. Samael, Embodiment of greed.
Nevertheless the last male of the group. Engraved with dewy olive skin and a vague iridescent, heavy lided eyes with a glimmer that spoke only of infinite hunger.
Broad chest, muscular built, a tanking supersoldier if mortals were to set their gaze upon him. He brimmed of insatiable consumption, cursing everything around him to feel the pain of want. Asmodeus, Demon of Desire. Deity of gluttony.
Then came the deviless queen, a menace to the mind and thought. A gaze alone and a powerful being was lost. Long midnight hair cascading like the flow of the Euphrates.
Glittering cat-like eyes of crimson violet. Skin smooth like the moonlit weave, Voluptuous curves which seemed to unholy to exist. Face of pure perfection designed to cause conflict at the sight of her presence.
Soft lips, perilous cheekbones and an everlasting demeanor levitating between cunning acceptances and brutal execution. Lilith, Queen of lust. Destroyer of hearts.
Last but never least, The Uncaring Demoness of Oblivion. Tall, Willowy with an attitude of lacking interest. Her skin was pale with a soft luminescent glow, best described as if she was permanently lit by the sluggish moon of the ending night.
Dark long hair which fell in perfect waves, Calvin couldn't compare the strands to that of the Vanishing horror, Serina. Her expression was dangerously serene, she was a devil after all.
Her deep grey blue eyes lay almost shut to the endless tolls of time.
Staring back at the devils, Calvin couldn't help but shiver slightly. No matter what he did his knees threatened to buckle beneath him but he stood firm.
" Why did you summon me, Fiends."