~bellatrix~ (reboot)

name: Kenta
age: 17
sex: Male
weapons: Gunblade
class: Rogue
creature/ability: Aasimar (Divinity)/Human - Wind Rush/Warping (Will explain if needed)

Spoiler

 

The lock suddenly buckled, and a great voice boomed out of the chest. A spectral hand rose from the casket and pointed to each of them in turn as the voice spoke.
“For this reward, a price must be paid – in return for the power, you know your doom laid.”

The hand pointed to Sean first. “When you stand over a defeated foe, tis then you receive your final blow.”

To Zerron. “Your end shall come not from fire or storm, but from the hand of one sea-born.”

To Leon. “The method of which you shall die, is a blade in the back from a trusted ally.”

To Arisa. “Keep your sword close at hand. It shall not be there when you no longer stand.”

To Hexy. “Call this curse or call this boon, your life shall end under the light of full moon.”
Hexy paled and shivered, her eyes wide with fear.

Clun was next. “Though you be strong of heart and bold, your death shall come with ice and cold.”
Clun seemed to shrug it off, though he shuffled his feet more than usual.


Vizzard and Gizzard both put on brave faces, though as the voice spoke their looks faded. “To please a women you both will brawl - to earn her heart, one brother will fall.”
Both brothers stared at each other, looking wary.

The hand moved to Tyrcestus next. “Your life is eternal without end in sight – until the time of dragon's blood falling at night.”

Then finally to Trinity. “There is no mystery as to when you will be dead – your heart shall stop from a sword coloured red.”

The light faded, and the chest burst open. A... presence, rushed out and flew past them, whirling around them and bursting through the wall, creating an opening back to the surface.
Tyrcestus broke the silence. “...Everyone alright?”

 

Oran was slumped against the wall of the cabin, hat over his eyes, asleep. He had a smile on his face while he did, and would occasionally mutter phrases in the said vain as 'Lori, ya saucy minx.' All in all, he was having a good nap, before the ship rocked and woke him. This wasn't just the run of your mill, hey-we're-at-sea rock, but one that indicated something was happening.
"Oh Lori darling!" Oran called out in an albeit groggy singsong voice. "We there yet, or was that rockin' 'cause ya flashed the crew ya privates? Ya a dirty one, I'll give ya that!"

 

"Is everyone alright? Yeah I think so, well at least I am."
Zerron brushed his jacket off as he looked at the whole the force made.

Sean got up from his knee and looked at everyone and looked at the now open and empty casket.
"Alright? Alright! We might as well have been cursed! I tried to warn you guys but nooo, lets go ahead and open the cursed box anyways..."
Sean went over to Hexy when he saw the fear in her eyes, remembering what the voice had said of her.
"Lets all hope that whatever that entity was didn't put a curse upon all of us. Althrough that isn't an uncommon demise for warriors like me... what that guy said at least"

Zerron looked at sean and laughed.
"What? your actully taking what you heard seriously? I'm just taking it as advice! and anyways, it's hard enough to kill us ninja, am I right sean?

"yeah I guess thats true. But I wonder just what reward he was talking about anyways..."
Sean examined the box then looked up at the huge hole that it created.
"well at least we have our way out. Are you going to be alright Hexy?" Sean said as he looked a little concerned.

 

Arisa stepped back, almost falling. She caught herself and looked at the others with an expression of both fear and confusion.

 

With everyone very shaken, Tyrcestus took the initiative and led the way back to the surface with Trinity in the crook of his arm, through the hole the strange force had created.

They returned to the ship to find it in chaos, crewmen running everywhere as a seemingly sentient red mist swarmed around the vessel seemingly searching for something. After clambering on deck, Tyrcestus put Trinity down to try and get some sense of things, but before he could blink the red mist slammed into and inside him in a heartbeat, sending him to his knees on the deck.
A moment later...
"Oh, FINALLY!" He straightened up, stretching his muscles and cracking his back. "Let me think... er... fifteen thousand years. Damn. Fifteen thousand years and I haven't been able to scratch that itch on my -" He scratched his new bottom, sighing contentedly. "Mercy me, that's so goooooooooooooood -"
He then whirled, seeing everyone. "HELLO!" he beamed, and was giving out hugs left and right before anyone could even come close to stopping him. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you oh thank you, you have no idea how cramped it was in that box. I mean really, you'd think with me being a god and all they'd at least include a pantry... or wine parlor at least..."
Only a few words registered with Hexy.
"...god...?"
Tyrcestus - or rather, the being inhabiting his body - took a dramatic bow with an added flourish of his hand. "Ah, an introduction may be in order. To all it may concern, I am Martyris, or at least that was what I was called last time I was out and about, being worshipped and what not. I am a decidedly old god, to tell you the truth - though young by immortal standards, depending on how you look at it. Either way, Martyris de Civimorta is my full title and translated roughly means...?"
"He Who Dies To Save Others From Death," Hexy said promptly. Martyris - using Tyrcestus's face - beamed again. "Splendid. Just splendid. I see the women have grown smarter since I've been away." He clicked his fingers, and looked disappointed when no-one moved. He sighed, went and got a chair, sat on it and spread his legs.
"Ah... I've missed this. Very well everyone - all the men can commence with bringing this ship away from this accursed prison, those not needed for that task may bring me offerings of food and wine, and to you fair damsels," he grinned at Hexy, Arisa, and Trinity as he somehow could discern her nature as a shifter, "I hereby give you permission to succumb to those purely natural urges, throw your clothes off, and start pleasuring me with your bodies. You've been very polite in waiting so long, but don't worry, from a quick look at this body's package there's more than enough meat to go around!" He closed his eyes, and waited for the food, wine and most importantly the pleasuring to commence.

 

Arisa looked at this 'God' as if he had lost his mind. Her face then turned bright red upon his 'order' to pleasure him. "Oh Hell no!" She blurted out without thinking. "God or not, I'm doing nothing of the sort."

 

Sean rested his hand on the hilt of his sword as he looked at the god, or whomever this entity was. God or not he wasn't gonna be ordered around like someone's slave.
"You might be a god, but I am not your servant! Things might have been like that where you come from, but for me..."


Zerron was just laughing at what he was witnessing and hearing.
"I've never throught of asking that directly to a woman before! Man you must have been locked up in that tiny box for ages! The times have changed god and some woman even bite back." Zerron smiled as he watched.

As Sean heard what Zerron said to Hexy, he walked up to the so called god and drew his sword out. As he looked at him, he realized that this entity was inside of Tyrcestus.
but he still held the blade in a threatening manner. "I'm not sure why they locked you up, But I have a good idea of why they did." Sean sheathed his sword back onto his back as he calmed himself.
"Sorry about that, been a little on edge since the sea starfish attack. plus you never know what those elves have left behind for us, those cheating bunch. Oh and you might want to watch your tongue around these girls, there not as innocent as they seem." He points to hexy.
"That one's a witch with fiery temper. And her broom has a even more fiery temper. She literally almost hit me with a fireball when we first met." Sean laughed to himself as he said and thought about it.

 

Vizard and Gizzard looked at each other with genuine looks of admiration on their faces. Clun stolidly raised an eyebrow.
Hexy blinked. Then she started seductively advancing on him, licking her lips and playing with the straps of her dress. "Of course, my lord... anything for you..." she said softly, playfully, leaning over him, bringing her hands up to his face to stroke it.
Martyris grinned like a cat with the cream - and then Hexy let loose two bolts of green lightning straight into his face with such force she blew him clean off the chair and into the side of the ship. A moment later he got up, and he blinked a few times. "Was... that... really necessary?" he asked with a hint of irritation. Hexy raised her hands again, but Clun brought her arms down. "Tyr's back," he said factually, and Hexy gave Tyrcestus a scrutinizing glare. "Are you sure? Say something to prove you're you and not Mr God-with-a-god-complex."
Tyrcestus raised an eyebrow.
"Yep, it's him," said Hexy admittedly, stepping back. "Sorry about that. Where is he now?"
Tyrcestus grimaced. "He's in my head. I can hear him." He sank down against the side of the ship again. "So many memories... eons like days... so much pain, and suffering, and sadness... this god has seen so much and I can see it too... so much darkness against one speck of light..."
There was a long silence.
"So you'd think a little action wouldn't be too much to ask for!" he said indignantly. Hexy immediately blasted him again and he slumped.
"Please stop doing that... it's such a mood killer!"
BZZZT.
"How long is this going to last...? Because seriously, you try not getting any for a few millennia!"
BZZZZT!
"Is there any way to get this guy out of my head?! Wait, no, I got it, I just have to put my other head inside a woman's -"
Hexy let him have it full-blast. BZZZZZZKOW!
Tyrcestus was now smoldering at this point, but was healing so fast it seemed to be getting nowhere. "Wait! I call a truce!"
Hexy raised her hands again, flaming energy bolts this time. "You get out of his body or we march you back to that box and we stick you back in there!"
Tyrcestus shrank back, terrified. "No. Anywhere but back in there." Clun blinked. "Ty?"
Tyrcestus stood up. "That box... I can feel his pain. His fear. His sorrow at being locked in there while the world went to hell. He says... he says he can only inhabit me because there's nothing else around sufficiently enduring enough to house his consciousness. And he's... he's not a bad god. He's just..."
He stood there for a moment. Then he spoke. "Obscenely horny."
SZZZZZZPKOWIZZZ! "Sorry," said Hexy apologetically. "Force of habit." Tyrcestus got up shaking, barely able to stand after the barrage he just took. As Martyris spoke, his injuries healed. "Just please get me away from here. Anywhere but here."
The captain motioned, and the stunned crew started the boat up again, towards the edge of the maelstrom that seemed to calm this time, allowing easy passage.

 

Sean was shocked to see Hexy advance towards Tyrcestus, or whoever had control over him. His mind was about to lose all restraint and give into his new found desire to tear that god right out when he saw her green lighting going into his face. That both brought a smile to his face and settled his sudden desire to destroy a god.

"Now there's the Hexy that I know. See? I warned ya that she was a little fiery." Sean said jokingly as he laughed. "At least we know how to deal with this "entity" now!"
Sean started to climb up the ropes of the mast to get a better view of what was ahead or waiting for them up top. He couldn't help but laugh again as he heard Hexy let go another full jolt into Tyrcestus.
"It's okay Hexy, even gods need to know humility. And I do apologize for laughing tyrcestus, but please do remember that I'm only laughing at the pain that the god brings upon himself."
Sean continued to laugh to himself as he climbed. "Now we can finally get back to our race against those devilish Elves!"

Zerron couldn't help but laugh as he helped Tyrcestus up.
"I can already tell that this new addition to our group is gonna make things a hell of a lot more interesting from now on! You my kind god have managed to make one of whom I thought was a dull man into someone to watch!" Zerron then realized what he had just said and straitened himself out.
"Of course, I think that your a pretty good guy that can liven things up Ty. Plus if there was anyone here that could handle and contain the might of a gods spirit, you'd be the guy! Might have had a little too much rum..."

"Just a word of advice to you all, but if I where you I would be prepared for anything. You know, just in case something or someone where to be waiting for us up top! knowing our luck..." Sean yelled down to the others as he reached the top of the mast.

 

Oran got to his feet, his sea legs as eerily sure as ever. "Not likely Lori. Spend as much time on ships as I have, ya instinctively know what rocking of the ship is natural and what ain't."
He popped his head out the cabin door. "An' ya sure as hell don't imagine 'em!'

 

Tyrcestus gave Zerron what essentially amounted to his most vicious glare before Martyris took back control again.
"It appears the weather hasn't improved... Where are we going?"
"Levia Inferis," the captain said gravely. "Not a place even a god can travel to lightly."
Martyris was quiet for a short while. Then he laughed. "Been there before. The women there can do things to you no innocent wench possibly can." Instantly, Vizard and Gizzard were staring at him wide-eyed. "Tell us more... sir," Vizard pleaded, while Gizzard nodded enthusiastically. Martyris looked pleased at all the attention, and tapped both of them on the head, a red light traveling down his fingers. Both of them blinked, gasped, then started drooling. "ARE WE THERE YET, ARE WE THERE YET!?"

The prison relinquished them, and the sea was theirs again, the other ship appearing to just pop into existence. The sky roiled and churned, a fierce storm still raging, and Martyris glared up at it. "Right, that's just a bad view." He clapped his hands like a stage magician, and the skies suddenly began to calm. The seas stilled, and the heavens parted to reveal bright gleaming sunshine in the space of a few moments. The crew and captain stared. "By the gods..."
"Er, god in the singular, actually," said Martyris, grinning. "I don't know how you managed without me."

 

How long have I been in here...? In all honesty, I've lost track of time since I locked myself in the captain's chamber. It's probably only been a few minutes, maybe an hour, but it feels like much longer. Especially when I'm left alone with my thoughts. I keep thinking about it...I can't stop...that prophecy that I heard when we broke the seal.

“The method of which you shall die, is a blade in the back from a trusted ally.”

I don't want to believe it. I'm still having a hard time accepting it. That prophecy...is it really true? Is that really going to happen to me? Mental images of all the people I've met so far flood my mind. Is it one of them? Are they already thinking about killing me off? Why? Why would they do that? No, it couldn't be any of them! But then, who is it?! I scream and slam my fist on a nearby table, breathing heavily. Just then, I hear a knock on the door. I sigh and walk towards the door, not bothering to open it?

"What is it?"

He hesitates, probably because he knows something's wrong.

"Captain...ah, that is, the storm has calmed down and we were waiting for you to give the order to disembark."

That's right. I'm still Captain Leon and I still have a duty to fulfill. I force a fake smile as I open the door and greet the crewman.

"Finally, some good news! Let's get above deck. It's better if the captain gives the order personally, right?"

I laugh and start making my way upstairs. When I walk out into the open, there's a very...odd scene playing out here. I scratch my head in confusion as I look around. With everything that happens, I'm not sure if anyone has noticed me so I call out to them in a loud voice.

"Alright, ya dogs! Are we ready to ship out or not?! Sound off if you're ready for Levia Infernis!"

 

"Due to a distinct lack of objections, noble captain, I propose we set sail immediately! Might I also say you look magnificent in that outfit!" Martyris shouted, and inside him Tyrcestus rolled his eyes.
The crew let out a hearty bellow of assent, and started pulling ropes and heaving to, getting the ship arcing through the waters.

A few hours later, something black and ugly-looking appeared on the horizon. The lookout shouted, unable to keep the stammer out of his voice.
"L-LEVIA INFERIS IN SIGHT, C-CAPTAIN!"
Everyone looked at Leon for orders.