[b]The Inner Sanctum Of the Golden City[/b] The was no warning, no preamble. It just happened as if the very gates to hell dissipated. The lucky ones were the ones already dead. A warp rift exploded in the middle of the sanctum and out walked the chaos Champions. First came one of the chosen of the change god. a good 5 meters tall his head was that of a rotting bird. Multicolored flesh peeled from the tattooed bones that bleed with all the colors of insanity. In its hand it carried a staff, ever changing ever moving. It wings were made of bone yet it flew without them. But worst of all was the beak. When it opened its mouth it spoke of things, it spoke of change and familiarity, a contradiction that was both true and false. The people that heard went mad mothers began to eat thier children alive, men castrated themselves on the spot, children began to murder those that didnt go insane. Second came a Skullrender, Chosen of the Blood god. Its hide a dark red leather stronger than adamantium. It had 4 arms in which it wielded a massive ax and a sword. its other 2 arms ended in deadly claws. Its wings matched its hide and forced the monstrosity into the insane crowd like a tank and the resultes were much the same. with claw and blade it ripped through the crowd. Every storke a death new to another. Blood poured into the streets as the beast continued its rampage, the blood urging, no DEMANDING it continue. With a roar it grabs a woman sheilding an infant and lifts her over its head tearing her in half. as blood showered up in it took the infant into its mouth and with a satisfying crunch tore it in two. Last came the monster. Any that survived the champions onslaught fell dead at the terror they now saw. Karnis walked forward, changed. Gone as all evidence of him being a space marine let alone human. his body finally changed to the blood gods favor as he let the curse of the wulfin overtake his body. his canine apperance made worse by the blessing of his god. His fur dripped in blood. His maw sheathed seratted teeth and his hands grew claws. His Chain ax in hand he marched outwards the ground crunching beneath him. He would have who he wanted, the death of this world would be a bonus.

[i]No.[/i] A soft but present wave washed over the battlefield, Kor suddenly started feeling better, but he was coming back, his pain fading. His vision returned to see Ryker standing in front of him. "Kor. Get up." He turns his head, his helmet covering his face, then turns back. There was still smoke where Harbinger was. Then a slow laugh emanated out. A cold, eerie laugh. The battle stopped. "Hahaha. Ahahahah!" The smoke clears and Harbinger is still standing, a little worse for wear. A massive cavity in his chest, and his lower jaw missing, but he was standing none the less, the Imperium soldiers gasp. How has he survived that. "Without that ring.... I am invincible." Ryker looks down at him. "No. You are weak. You are not strong, you just feign strength to look intimidating." Ryker's voice doesn't raise or shift, it's just monotone. Harbinger is outraged. "You've hurt many people, to many. I'm here to stop you. I'm here, to end you." Harbinger laughs again. "You do realize what you're saying! Stop amusing me." With that he raises his hand and closes it into a fist, firing a beam of pure red chaos energy, Ryker actually stepped back, surprised by this action, but it was to late. He was plowed into the ground, 50 feet away. No, two of the Imperiums most powerful champions defeated! How! From his burrow in the ground Ryker's life flashes before his eyes, just as Kor did. Sam... Wolf... Akron... Jay... Ashlyn and Kate, even Nova. All these people, who had influenced his life. He saw a white light, his suit torn, half of his helmet cracked off, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. Then the light spoke. [i]Dont give up son. Never give up.[/i] Ryker gasps as he remembers that voice, his father. A flashback over takes him. It was after a sparring match in their backyard... It was a beautiful day, 74 degrees, summer time. Ryker sat on the ground in defeat while Sam beamed in victory. The little Ryker looked down at his stomach, a bruise already forming from Sams finishing strike. He was only 9. He then looks up at Sam, who blows a raspberry at him and goes to sit on the porch step. Their father gets up and walks over to him, Sam taking his place. He liked just like Ryker, brown hair, blue eyes, and a constant grin. He walks over, no grin on his face. "Hey buddy... What's wrong?" Ryker had a look of pure defeat on his face. "Sam beat me again." Ryker's dad chuckles a little. "Then you train more." "But I do train! I train hard, but she practices even harder, there's no hope, I might as well give up." The grin disappears and his father lightly grabs him by the shoulders and stares him in the eye. "Listen to me Ryker... Don't give up son. Never give up." Ryker flashes back to reality as he focuses on the dark blue sky of the Vale. He slowly stumbled up, the Imperium soldiers cheering. Harbinger had just turned to walk away, but he stops and slowly turns, his eyes wide. "How did you survive that!" Ryker slowly chuckles then rips the rest of his helmet off, his eyes glowing red. How could he breathe here?! The other soldiers were wearing suits! What was he! "How are you breathing?!" Ryker smiles a different smile, not one of arrogance and humor, but one of... Pity? "I'll admit, I was surprised by that first shot, hit me hard... Thing is.. What you fire, it's pure chaos energy, what the Marker used to power itself. I use Marker energy." Harbinger laughs. "You insolent fool! This energy is far to powerful for you to handle!" He then raises both his fists and fires and even more powerful beam, Ryker stares it down and it hits. He stands through it, absorbing its energy. The soldiers could see him standing inside of it, not moving. They cheer even louder, the beam eventually stopping. Ryker was still standing, his entire body glowing red. Harbinger steps back in disbelief. "HOW?!" [i]So much energy! So much power! He doesn't even have the ring![/i] Harbingers thoughts were racing. "You've killed innocents! You've hurt enough people and torn enough families apart! You come here thinking you will wipe us out and we will die without a fight! This is where I show you how WRONG YOU ARE!" He screams the last part as a massive red flame engulfs him and his armor is assimilated. The fire was a beacon of hope for the Imperium and they rushed the Reapers by surprise. "ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Ryker screams in frustration and pure anger as he remembers the civilians in the streets being slaughtered, homes being burned, families being massacred. No more. He launches off with such a force at Harbinger that the sand solidified into black glass, it was so hot. He hit Harbinger in the broken pit of his stomach with such force, he kept going with Harbinger on him, he dragged him on, the fire shooting from his feet like thrusters. "NOW! YOU WILL FEEL THE PAIN OF BILLIONS YOUVE HURT!" Ryker throws Harbinger up into the air with inhuman strength and shoots after him into the air, a red comet soaring through the sky. He passes Harbinger them quickly reverses, slamming Harbinger in the back, shooting him towards the ground . They were thousands of feet in the air, shooting towards the ground. Ryker, with his shoulder in Harbingers back let's out a scream of pure rage, the screams of pain and sorrow that everyone had felt, the screams of terror and defeat that had been uttered through the Golden City. "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" They hit the ground with a massive explosion of fire and sand. Then there was silence. The battle stopped yet again. The Imperium soldiers looked with earned to see if Ryker would rise, but no one did. They took heart in the fact that Harbinger was most likely dead and their morale rose quicker than ever. What they could see were rising black shards of sand turned into the glass with the heat. They rushed the Reapers yet again.

The temporary blood geysers of emotion fade away as Phoenix reverts to his normal size. Sarris may have resided in the afterlife now, but he was a valuable asset even after death. Martyrdom had its perks-- something they both had in common. He walks forward a few steps before feeling a burning sensation. Not of his own; but familiar. Yet too raw and unrefined, not like the inoculation of emotional weaponry he's used through his time in the Rivers of Blood. A single figure stands in his path. It sits in a Victorian Era-style wheelchair with a broken sword across its lap. The figure is comprised entirely of fading ashes, save for its eyes. They glare back at Phoenix through a gas mask of pure distaste. The wheelchair; his pain. His bitterness to those who have wronged him in every way, those who exiled him after he died for their sins. His hatred. Beneath the veil that stood before him was a bird. Not like the youthful and skilled phoenix of Before or the hardened and ruthless hunting bird of Now. It lay crippled and clipped, restricted to spread its fiery wings once more and rain fire upon all who face him. [i]They did this to us.[/i] It spoke to him with a tongue of pure fire. It's voice rippled along the bloody waves of dark and burnt the actual Phoenix with each syllable. [i]You could gain unimaginable power here. You could destroy all who have wronged you. It doesn't matter what side you're on, because you're always just running away from the fact that you can't face them. You can't make them pay. Pathetic.[/i] Cinders lined with fire burst from the wheelchair-bound figure's wrist, encircling Phoenix's and bringing him to his knees. He felt it's hatred- no, [i]his[/i] hatred. Unlike before, the contempt consumed him. Visions of Warp storms made of his own fire incinerating all of his former friends. JJ was the first. His body was strewn apart and always kept burning due to his immortality. Ashen spikes impaled his scattered appendages and incinerated any form of bone or muscle that tried to reform. Next was Alex Wilson. His murderer deserved it, after all. Power armour was rendered useless as the .50 BMG machine gun mounted upon the Courier's shoulder did nothing to the approaching Phoenix. He kick his leg inwards- through the armour -and shoved his blazing sword into his heart and out of his spine, ripping it downwards after to let his entrails ooze out from his metal tomb. Blackjack and Cobalt fought it out aboard the last remaining ship of Venom Inc. The bisected remains of it, anyway. It was cracked in half and sinking, any sort of air support immediately melted in half by Phoenix's weaponry. Blackjack's sniper skills were pointless in the tight corridor Phoenix had trapped him in, stuffing EMP grenades into his body and letting them go off. It disabled his exosuit as well, but h back flipped out of the armour and behind Blackjack. It was there he rammed three of his swords in quick succession into Wolfe's back. He had no trouble finding Ashe Carter- Fox -either. To whom he stabbed to death with shards of Blackjack's armour, carving an Ace of Spades into her body in a gruesome fashion. Her silenced weaponry and martial arts could do nothing against the heat-radiating armour of his... The British soldier, Crow, walked in on the offal fest and opened fire on Phoenix with a compound now, then dropping it to empty his DMR into the warrior's chest. His head boiled inside his cloak by Phoenix's mind. Marauder Varcoe died of his own fears as Phoenix played with his mind. Each of his fallen allies, his dead Marauders, were apparitions of flame. In the deluded state the Hateful Phoenix had put him in, he rushed to each spirit of fire and hugged them without even knowing he was being burnt to death by them. Marauder Felix died the same way, but by rushing to his deceased lover... And Phoenix waking him from the illusion each time to see his raging and angry face as a jagged piece of spine entered the Marauder's mouth. June Bellicose was next. After a smug smile seeing Felix in so much pain, she was met by a hand that gripped her wrist with so much heat and force that it burnt the muscle right off. Phoenix dug a spike into her abdomen, injecting ignited napalm into her body and letting her fry from the inside out. When Sirus Burke, Dante Savona, Hecate, and Luciana came to aid her, Phoenix just smiled as a storm of melting thermite engulfed them. Agent Missouri and his child, Ryker, were crucified inside their own Badlands Company Corvette Flagship. As the ship plummeted towards the Golden City, they were forced to watch each of the orphans and windows of their enemies mourn for their lost ones. Human, alien, other. They died of guilt before the impact. Shark's soul was found in the afterlife easily. Phoenix tore him apart with the severed bone weapons of his family and friends: Cordelia, Mako, Quil, etc. Each strike upon his soul left a scar that screamed "WHY DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME" every blow. Sakuret and Trijet Ceiko were impaled by a mixture of weaponry. Not just blades-- actual [i]firearms and railguns[/i] were slammed through their body violently, lynching them in terrible positions. The entire Dojo was covered in fields of blue magma. Spires of black obsidian caked with ash impaled the former "warriors" of the place, to which no amount of power (*cough* god modding *cough*) could save them from. The Summoner smiled beneath his helmet to congratulate Phoenix of his work, only to have a bastard sword-sized chainsword with blue flames and runed teeth stab through his sternum and pin him to his own throne. The feeling of pleasure may have been felt, but the Hateful One did not care as he walked away from the Summoner. The Slaaneshi's entire Legion of Darkness had been turned into Phoenix's Legion of Vengeance, turned to dust like the Thousand Sons, yet still in a state of eternal purgatory and under Phoenix's command. They each impaled the Summoner, creating a permanent coffin of burning death that contained the Summoner. Because within each corpse soldier was a Silent Sister, forever forced to unwillingly combat the Summoner in a deathless state. A cobalt fiery Bloodwrath- no, the [i]Firestorm[/i] now -approached the UNSC fleet. Whilst Phoenix peeled Headshot's flesh from his skin with the corner of a nearby table, his swords and guns flew on their own to kill the rest of Fireteam Spirit. Impaling, shooting, burning. The hijacked battleship of destruction fired it's planet-destroying beam of destruction at each of the ships. Doing the same for the [i]Draconis,[/i] Phoenix used the headpiece of a Thousand Sons Space Marine to gouge Jay's eyeballs out. He stuck his fingers in them, superheating the Daemon Prince's skull from the inside... Oh, his screams were like music. The Tau Fire Sept committed dishonourable suicide all at once after Phoenix's ash corded through their veins and whispered to their souls. Water, Earth, Air, and Ethereal were no match either for the terrible loopholes brought to light by his pandering. Kor'El beheld this horrible scene in his battlesuit, Phoenix's ash gathering around his arm like a maniac exoskeleton. Swiftly and with the strength of Phoenix, he decapitated himself with his own black and red katana by shoving it through his armoured sternum and ripping it sideways. Amidst the ruins of the Golden City stood Libreous-Tibranium. Well, not so much standing. In fact, he hovered above the salted earth. He hung from the Imperial Palace's broken roof in a noose fashioned from his own chain whips. Umbra's hand- still grasping its weapon -was outstretched from beneath a river of blue magma. Severe burn and sword marks covered both. [i]This could all be yours.[/i] The Hateful Phoenix looked to the sky at the end of his bloody crusade. There was no satisfaction, no end to his fight. Only empty hatred. Phoenix opened his eyes to stare back at the wheelchair-bound man. What felt like his entire lifetime of destruction... Was only a dream. [i]Take your vengeance! That is what you are, is it not? They made us like this! They ALL DESERVE TO DIE.[/i] He took a step forward with his hand outstretched to the Hatred. In return, it also reached its hand out to grasp Phoenix's. Another step. It smiled beneath its unholy gas mask as it began to burn away, revealing the face of a giddy Luis who's skin was grey and blue from the incendiary dust beneath it. -BRRRRTTTTTTTTT- A minigun appears on Phoenix's armoured shoulder and fires 3500 RPM of bullets into the Hatred, making it look more like a laser with its speed. It rips through the being and causes it to fall from its chair, not because it fell off-- but because the bullets sawed its body in half. [i]I'll do it myself then.[/i] Pieces of spine erupted from the downed man's back and flew at Phoenix, forming into jagged spears as they reached him. He cut them apart with his blade and curb stomped Hatred at the same time, finally plunging his sword into his throat. [quote]To where I go now, I am in no need of such things as hatred.[/quote] [i]We could've... Had it... Revenge...[/i] Phoenix twisted the sword blade through Hatred's throat as he buried it to the hilt in its smashed windpipe. [quote]I seek revenge of a different kind. I am a monster; a demon of a different nature. Where you are bitter contempt, I am fiery want. Your edge shall pierce the greater picture of progress whilst mine protects it. I am your antithesis: Your truth. [/quote] He trudges over the fading corpse and kicks away its remains, advancing towards the ball of light.

[b][i]Chapter 8.7.1 - Umbra's Warpath[/i][/b] [i] An ominous sounding church bell echoes through the gloomy streets of a secluded section of the 66th district of the Golden City, disturbing a murder of crows from their rooftop perches. Thick fog makes it's way through the district, reducing visibility to zero for the 50 legionnaires hunting their target. "I can't see anything in this shit, sir" says one of the legionnaires as they continue the search. "He's out here, stay sharp" says the sergeant. [b]A figure stirs the mist as a static hiss reaches the ears of the men. The legionnaires shoulder their weapons and approach silently.[/b] [b]Moments later, the sergeant stops the men - 7 legionnaires are missing.[/b][/i] [i] "WHAT THE FU-" yells one of the legionnaires before he is torn in half by a hulking, 13ft tall warrior in pale armor. Blood splatters across it's surface as the ghostly, blue glowing eyes penetrate the fog on conical rays of light - the legionnaires unleash a hellish assault.[/i] [spoiler]https://youtu.be/wJDskdeE1qw Goes along with the next part[/spoiler] [b][i] Umbra vanishes into a giant puff of mist that streaks through the air as he evades the horrendous burst of fire. Fully automatic bolters and heavy weapons fire banishes all the shadows with brilliant, strobing, muzzle flashes. Tracer rounds, rockets, and plasma bolts are fired wildly and scream through the air, impacting ferrocrete roads and buildings nearby - the legionnaires are firing blindly into the fog with a tremendous amount of fire power, but fail to hit their target. From the left, the men see the terrifying, glowing blue eyes of the hulking Alpha legionnaire as his smokey form quickly closes the distance through the mist and to them. The legionnaires draw their chainswords. Umbra rematerializes from the fog right in front of the legionnaires as he draws his twin, white hot glowing, plasma blades - he handsprings past the whirring blades of the legionnaires, hacking off limbs with his resonating power blades. Legionnaires come at him from all angles as his flawless form dances among them, delivering death strikes with lethal precision, and dodging anything they can throw at him. A point blank shot from a bolter catches Umbra off guard, and staggers him, leaving an opening for one of the men to land a hit.. But as the whirring chainsword draws near, Umbra explodes into a cloud of smokey mist, and rematerializes behind his opponent - he bashes the hilt of his plasma blade through the skull of the legionnaire, gore and brain matter splatter everywhere. Umbra tears the head off the legionnaire next to him, pivots to the left, and hurls the bloody head at the legionnaire who fired the shot at him - it connects with his face and staggers him backwards. Umbra explodes into mist, rematerializes behind the backwards staggering legionnaire, and impales him through the chest with both plasma blades, lifting him off the ground. Umbra overloads the blades' power fields as the impaled legionnaire kicks and struggles - the roaring blades vaporize the legionnaire in seconds. Within 30 seconds, all of the legionnaires have been reduced to bloody, mutilated corpses. Umbra then dematerializes back into the fog... And waits for anyone foolish enough to pursue him.[/i][/b]

[b][i]Umbra shoots through the mist before you can flinch, and seizes you. Umbra tilts your head back while placing his gauntlet over your mouth and nose, but allowing a small hole over your mouth for the air to flow in. The mist flows into your mouth until your lungs are full, but then continues to fill your chest cavity, causing your lungs to explode. Your arms thrash wildly as your ribs begin to snap and tear through your chest, one by one, under the intense internal pressure of he misty air. Just before you burst, Umbra closes the hole. Umbra hammers his fist into the top of your head, crushing your skull, and causing your chest cavity to burst with a sickening pop under the extreme pressure like an over inflated tire. Your guts and ribs are blown out across the room, leaving a gaping hole and blood gushing from your chest. Blood and half your intestines drool from the bars of the cell, the other half were forced from your anus like bloody, glistening ropes of toothpaste squeezed from a tube. Your mutilated body crumbles to the ground in a heap of gore. Umbra fades into the mist as the guards arrive to the cell.[/i][/b]

[b]he extends his hands. The warp tears around him and fades away. A fire burns through his eyes. He is immune to the warp. The wraiths around him begin floating, their heads mysteriously inflating until they explode in a mist of blood. He turns his gaze to the Librarian. All over his armor the pressure builds immensely, as if he was at the bottom of the ocean. His armor dents inwards, crushing his body completely, his bones exploding, his flesh boiling. He is trapped in the air, unable to move. The shield of light turns to darkness. It absorbs any attacks attempted by the Librarian, and returns them to him directly.[/b] [i]"feel the power of the Force."[/i] [b]black lightning bolts, with a red glow, shoot out of his fingetips, burning through the Librarian's crushing armor. It burns his flesh, and makes him go completely insane. In his mind, terrifying images and his most horrible Fears come to life. The Gray Jedi Master's mind is a thousandfold more powerful than the librarian's. The ground under his already dying body shakes, as massive spikes impale his body as his armor continues to crush itself. In one final motion, Jekyll clenched his hand in a fist. The armor, along with the body of the Librarian, collapsed on itself, crushing into a ball of metal and guts.[/b]

[b]Location: Valhalla, Stravpol Time: 14:30 Operation: Silent Guardian [/b] Pavel stood in the store along side a few of the loyalists. One of the rogue Generals was visiting Stravpol, considered a bastion for the independence movement. They would find out how wrong they were. The road ahead was blocked. The lead tanker smelled a trap, this is exactly where he would do it too. The general has dismissed the idea, the lead tanker protested but it went unheard. As he stuck his head out of his hatch to get a better view of the area, just in time to see the rocket slam into the hull of his tank. The loyalists fired at the first and last tank destroying them. The heavy bolters fired into the transports and rockets disabled tanks. The separatists managed to return fire, albeit without support from their tanks. Pavel raced outside with two of the loyalists, they moved towards the target vehicle. Two separatists popped up from behind cover to fire at them, only to be killed by Pavel and his companions. They moved closer to the general's staff car, his driver got out to defend his commander, to bad it would cost him his life. Pavel opened the door and knocked a pistol out of the general's hand. At the same time he pulled him from the car and pinned him to the ground as he put cuffs on his wrists and a bag on his head. The loyalists fell back with their prize, disappearing as they had appeared, without a trace.

Lana strolls toward the beast but suddenly [b]*boom* the earth shakes and tom climbs out of the pile of rubble he left in his wake "BEAST YOU. ARE. MINE!"[/b] He runs at the beast to try to cut his head off [i]"foolish mortal" the beast backhands tom across the area[/i] [b]tom glances up "you shall not defeat me" He runs up again and slahes the tendons of the beasts ankles[/b] [i]the beast lets out a cry of pain then stomps toms arm[/i] [b] the cries of pain he lets out are immeasurable[/b] [i]the beast walks away not waisting time [/i] [b]in his blind rage tom yells "YOU DARE TURN YOUR BACK ON ME" tom transforms into his daemon form spraying blood and darkness everywhere He seems to not even move but apear in front of the beast[/b] [i]"how?" Was his last word before the daemon prince af malal releived his head from his shoulders[/i] [b]the prince let out a bloodcurdling scream holding up his trophy then went to defend the city[/b]

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Ryker slowly approaches The Beast, having a bone to pick with him. He draws Angel, and points it right at The Beasts head. "You friend have caused a lot of problems, and now I'm going to end it." Beast charges before Angel can charge and slaps the gun out of Rykers hand. He picks Ryker up by the arms and begins trying to crush him, the pressure becomes great as suddenly Ryker flicks his right hand and something hits The Beast with the force of a truck, he flies back into a brown down building, bricks and dust flying everywhere. Ryker walks over and picks up Angel, just in time to turn around and see Beast slam him into a wall. Angel is dropped yet again as The Beast plants a hand on Rykers head and begins attempting to crush it. There is a faint sound of metal denting and Ryker brings his left knee up into Beasts stomach, as his hand flies to his stomach he head butts Beast, sending him staggering backwards. Ryker leaps over to Angel but Beast is fast, grabbing his shoulder as Ryker finger touch the handle of Angel. Beast swings Ryker around and brutally uppercuts him, literally lifting him off his feet. His suit is dented and he was pissed. He musters as much energy as he can as quickly as he can and blasts Beast back into another building. He rushes over to Angel and begins charging it as Beast charges out again. Beast leaps into the air and Ryker continues tracking him with Angels sight. At the peak of his jump a massive report is heard and a column of pure light shoots through Beasts head and he falls to the ground limp. The smoking barrel of Angel and the breathing of Ryker are the only things that can be heard. Ryker sheathes Angel and falls against a wall. "Surprise motherfûcker."

[i]Phoenix looks around at the flames encircling him, stretching to the sky. Even through the concealment of his helmet, he seems unfazed by the towering flames. The Beast received the merc's usual telepathic text messages in his head, being that is the only form of communication they have.[/i] [quote]Ironic. A being of shadow attempts to deter me with flames. Either irony or stupidity. Can't tell.[/quote] [i]Narrowing his dark eyes at the silent opponent standing before him, he found it annoying that they sent someone of such low status to die. A mere hired gun was no match for the Master of the Cult. "It is simply the fact that I care not of a lowly mercenary thinking that he is above me. That skull adorning your waist? It was my father who corrupted the primarch. It was my father who wreaked havoc upon Terra. And it is my father who will rise once more through your pathetic death." Black tendrils clawed outwards from the Beast's flesh, literal forms of shadow coming forth to arm the Dark One. The massive silhouette of noir became jagged as the bursting darkness twisted into unholy armour, the essence of the sacrificed Cult victims forever trapped within his defence. The blackness roiled in constant despair - extra suffering unto death to please the Beast. There was no shine or glint of metal upon the armour. No light dared to touch the representation of evil that stood amidst the flames. They configured around his head to make his visage even more terrifying. It did not form around the Beast, it was a PART of the Beast himself. His face was transformed into a demonic mask with a many-fanged maw. His already massive fists were furthered with shadow as well. What looks to be Lightning Claws emerges from his fists, but do not give off any electricity. Instead, they seem to feed off the light around them... Two personal black holes adorning his hands, bladed for his heretical purpose. "I AM DARKNESS. I. AM. THE BEAST." He rushed towards Phoenix with a roar, going at speeds even Phoenix couldn't gauge properly. The swordsman began drawing his katana from its sheath, but decided better of it as the Beast began bringing his claw in position for an uppercut below his chest. Twisting to the side, the Darkness Claws still shredded through some of his titanium-adamantium plating. Wisps of black remained in the grazing wounds, trailing outwards back to the Beast. With a single strike, it was like the Son of Armageddon was draining his life force. Phoenix had to make this quick. Whatever it was inside his wounds, the chemical flow of Cindot's drugs wouldn't counteract it. BRRRRRRRT, the shoulder mounted minigun began blasting at the sidestepped Beast. Some bullets merely grazed him, but others dug deep into his shadowy flesh. It yielded little results, however, so the mercenary brought out his RT-20 Anti-Materiel rifle and shot a 20mm round point blank into his ribs. It passed right through the dark deity, creating a large hole in its body. There was no torn muscle or bone remnants trailing the round from the other side-- just wisps of shadow. The Beast, obviously angered at this, backhands his clawed fist across Phoenix's protected head. He goes flying backwards, but the thrusters on his jetpack steady him in the air and set him down. He looks down at his ruined exosuit. Damn, more shadow wounds. It seemed that it doubled the life drain set upon his body. B-BOOM, the sound breaking action of the jetpack fills the air whilst Phoenix passes the Beast, allowing a single hydraulic arm to spear him in the chest. It curves around his dark body to follow Phoenix, who uses their now combined momentum to bring the blackened adversary to the ground. It was his chance. Somersaulting through the air to hover above the fallen enemy, Phoenix drew his katana in a reverse grip, holding it in his left hand like a giant curved knife. He placed his right hand on the grip and sped downwards with the jetpack's assistance. The Beast attempted to stop the blow with an outstretched hand, but to no avail. The Fusion Torchlight modification of Razorblaze made it equivalent to a concentrated energy blade, allowing the katana to shear through the shadowy claws. Demolishing through his arm, the katana stabbed through the Beast's sternum. It was buried hilt deep, going all the way through the Beast and into the ground, the superheated edge burning and melting past the darkness of his armour. Phoenix withdraws the blade from the massive body and puts it back within its technological scabbard. Turning away from the body, he prepares Shark's flamethrower for the incineration of it.[/i] [quote]Be it bullet or blade, gods, demons, and ghosts bleed...[/quote] [spoiler][i]All of the sudden, the mercenary is grabbed at the sides by two massive hands. The Beast stands behind him, black essence still trailing from the blade wound near his throat. His demonic jaw elongates and stretches outwards, already beginning to fit Phoenix's armoured head within it. The struggle proves fruitless. The hydraulic spear arms are pushed up against his body, and it seems that there is no way out. The minigun cannot rotate properly whilst the Beast pushes him into his mouth. His HUD darkens as he enters the demonic maw of the Cult leader. It is an abyss thriving inside the former humanoid, the void which feeds off of his blasphemous religion. And it is about to engulf the Blue Pyromaniac. A defiant, tongueless battle cry is shouted from beneath the jaws of the Beast and helmet of Phoenix. Armour plates begin retracting from his stomach, revealing an unarmored part of his body. He draws the katana with his right hand weakly, his strength almost nonexistent at this point. No, the stomach would not be enough. He knew what had to be done. Turning the tip of Razorblaze towards himself, he grabs the handle of the katana with both hands and activates the Torchlight mode. It releases the usual heatwave from its glowing blade just before Phoenix plunges it upwards through his upper chest... Right into the skull of the Beast. The tightening pressure of his devouring maw stops. The gaze into the abyss stops. The leech of the Beast's wounds stop. It seems that time altogether just stopped. With a sickening crack, the massive jaws unhinged from Phoenix's destroyed helmet. The glowing blue tip of Razorblaze protrudes from the top of his demonic head, still burning through both warrior's flesh. Phoenix withdraws the sword from his body, letting the Beast fall with a ground cracking THUD. Was this it? Was this really the end for the Blue Pyromaniac? Would he really spend his last thoughts thinking about "what could've been" or "what should've been?" No. He was Cobalt Phoenix.[/i] [quote]And if the gods don't bleed?[/quote] [i]He turns around weakly to face the corpse of the Beast, shadowy wisps still escaping its wounds. He looked at the steaming slashes of his katana, still making an impression on the shadowy armour.[/i] [quote]They burn.[/quote][/spoiler]

"Hey asshole, there's a thing called 'armor', ever heard of it" "What? Of cou-" [i]the figure recoils a bit, as Kora lowers her railgun[/i] [i]he speaks, angry[/i] "You think your pebble guns while hurt me? I am a god! I am immortal! I am your reckoning!" [i]at that, he quickly unleashes a flurry of psychic blows, Kora defending herself easily and returning the favor The "God" screams in pain, as his mind is ripped apart[/i] "You know, for a god, your easy to defeat" [i]he stands, and a sword appears in his hand[/i] "My dear, you do not know the extent of my powers" "Hey genius, you don't know mine either!" [i]Kora pulls her sidearm, and fires into the creatures body, as he lashes out with his sword It misses her barely, as he recoils again in agony at her mental prowess[/i] "How are you so strong?!" "When your the Summoners bitch, you learn a few things" [i]the creature screams in agony, as he implodes violently in an effort to end his life [/i] "Boss encounter my ass" [i]she lets out a laugh, and calls in for evac[/i]

Three ghosts, Pavel, Kozak and 30k all dive in different directions. They fire in bursts to draw the Beast forward, agroing him. Many times they have to doge his blade and he only misses by a few centimeters. His last swipe caught Pavel with a glancing blow that sent him flying. The beast then stood over him. "Prepare to die Pavel. Know that Kora is next." Pavel draws his side arm and fires at him. "You can't kill a ghost, something your father didn't learn either." The shots cause the beast to back up, right into pepper's Line of Sight. The marksman fires with his Sniper rifle and blows the beast's head clear off. 30k says one of his bad one liners. "Hey beast boy, don't loose your head."

[quote]Sakuret walked up to the beast and shanked his bitch ass with his knife. He brought out his Glock and shot the beasts chest. Sakuret finished off the killing with a blade shoved down its throat,though the beast didn't die [spoiler]fûck[/spoiler]. After pulling out the blade Sakurets like what the fûck. "Nice blade you got here..though it won't kill me as fast as you think,Armageddon will rise once more you shall perish-Wait what are you doing?" "Calling in a friend...In three two-" The beast had grabbed Sakurets throat but he was too late as Ajax arrived. He fired off a storm of Thermal laced rounds from his Vulcan 20MM until it was empty. Ajax then brought down his Warhammer on the beasts skull it forced him to let go of Sakuret. "The Hammer of Justice will not fall!" Ajax lifted the hammer doing a uppercut with it sending the beast skywards and fired off his 'Doctor Nope' laser killing the beast.[/quote] Possibly the most genius thing get.

[i]"oh. I'm sorry, you were talking to me?"[/i] [b][i]Foul Mortal, I wi-[/i][/b] [b]his beginning speech is cut short by a plasma dart the size of the battlesuit's fist. It tears a massive hole in the beast's chest.[/b] [b][i]You think your puny weapons wi-[/i][/b] [b]this time, very, very large bolts of pulse energy hit both it's leg, making them completely burn out. The creature falls to the ground.[/b] [i]"hey, uh, buddy? Yeah, these aren't just weapons. They have a little Magic to them. You know, the stuff that hurts even you. You're a big fella, ain't ya? Well, you know what they say."[/i] [b]the giant mechanical hands grapple the massive creature, it's head upside down, as Kor activates his leg rockets and flies up into the air, far above the clouds.[/b] [i]"The bigger they are..."[/i] [b]he stops.[/b] [i]"... the harder they fall."[/i] [b]his back rockets engage, soaring through the sky down to the ground for what is probably the most OP Piledrive in The history of the Universe. Right as the creature's head hits the ground, Kor uses it's body as a pillow for his suit. He plants both of his fists in the creature's husk of what once was a head and activates the seismic simulators, punching at the speed of sound with the force of an earthquake of Magnitude 15. The body explodes into a bloody mist.[/b] [i]"gods always explode the best."[/i]

[b]The sky remains slightly darkened from the Tyranid battle, casting Shadows over everything. Sharkbot stares at the beast[/b] "You're weak. And pathetic. Can't wait to make you my f[b]u[/b]cking Bitch." [b]He disappears for a moment, be coming a whisk of shadow, as his arm appears inside both of the beasts legs, and rips the off, blood and tendons flying. He disappears again and his metal arms appear in the beasts arms, and he tears them off, blood tendons and Gore flying everywhere. He reappears and stands over the ruined body of the beast. He places his metal foot over his neck, and begins to apply pressure, as the skin tears and rips on the neck. He lifts his leg and stomps, tearing his head clean off. Blood flies everywhere as he stomps on the torso, destroying it, bone blood and intestines exposed and ruined Sharkbot scoffs[/b] "Not even a good Bitch. Didn't get any pleasure from that."

[b]the soulless[/b] When a body dies, their soul is collected. Gods and other forces either take the souls for their own or they are destroyed. Such traits are similar in immortals, only the force needed to completely collect or destroy the soul is on par with total annihilation. When a mortal soul leaves its body it must be collected lest it wander for eternity. Oshirik oversees the collection and judgement of the deceased but other supernatural forces have their own methods for those who do not find their way to the immortal first. If the spirit wanders it will want to take residence in another entity. It cannot return to its own body due to said body being "dead." returning to such body would only eject the soul again. The soul will not be able to roam on its own if it is in the possession of a higher being. This can only be done by swearing allegiance or totally selling the soul to the being. The underworld is not a suitable anchor, it merely serves as a wandering ground under the watch of Oshirik. Souls can escape albeit it is near impossible to do so and the land of the living would be no better than the one beyond. In times of recent events a unique scenario has presented itself. What is to happen to a soul that is free to roam, but its body is still alive? The soul will try and find its way back into their body, it is a natural desire. In the underworld the gaze of Oshirik makes it impossible for the soul to instantly find their body, but it can slip through. Certain memories and persons can trigger the soul to return to its body. If enough memories and traits return, the body can eventually piece its soul back together and essentially the said person is back from the dead. To prevent such actions the body must be destroyed and recreated to keep the soul out. Oshirik raised his hands and from the shadows Akron Stormbringer stepped out. Once again his eyes were empty, hollow of emotion. The third time he has stepped out. Oshirik issued the same commands as the last two and the champion stepped off to return to the golden city.

Novs stands in front of Melvin, his tendril already elongating, it's eager to kill this scum, and so is Nova. "Hello, Melvin." Melvin fires the whole clip into the nine foot tall metal monstrosity, it does absolutely nothing. Nova approaches Melvin and stabs his tendril straight through his chest and lifts him up. Melvin coughs up blood all over the tendril. Nova brutally rips Melvins trachea out with his other hand, the blood pumping from his neck all over his own clothes, and Novas tendril. Nova drops the windpipe and tears the head from the neck, spine and all. [spoiler]Fatality!![/spoiler] He drops the headless corpse and turns around and takes off, leaving no trace he was ever there.

[b]RoB Ch. 7 Finale: 2.2.3X[/b] "Shit, shit-" With each cuss word, Melvin fires blindly at the guards. Only a few rounds hit their targets however: the pressure wrested upon him muddling his accuracy. He got clipped in the left shoulder first. Another shot was fired at the officers in return, getting a lucky headshot. Melvin loved his family. He didn't want his family to die. He himself did not want to die. But cowardice, love, and death have all brought him up to this point. He couldn't take it anymore, and the sight of the eight-pointed star branded upon his flesh only furthered his want to die. Slouching down whilst more holes appeared in his chest, he put the barrel of the sidearm up to his temple and pulled the trigger. [i]Click.[/i] The damn mag was empty! No, no no no! In a frantic manner, Melvin drew his sacrificial dagger and prepared to plunge it into his neck. "It's gonna be quick, it's gonna be quick, it's gonna be-" [i]-BLAM-[/i] A stray bullet from the haze of officer rounds finally tired through his skull, quickly followed up by three shots to his throat.

[b]A women stands waiting for him, tall and with a grimace on her face A Boltor rests on her thigh, a sword coated in blue plasma awaits in the other[/b] "Melvin..." [i]her voice, charming like a swan, but hides the truth of her personality, a cold hearted warrior Melvin blinks in surprise, not knowing who the warrioress is She grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air [/i] "Your better off dead than as a Cultist" [i]a thud is heard in the next car over, as Melvin hits the wall, he later bursts through, a boot imprint on his shirt The women walks up to him, and throwing him against a wall, Impales him with her sword[/i] [i]Melvin chokes on his own blood, dying a slow death as she pulls the sword out and leaves him there, vanishing without a trace[/i] [spoiler]RoB Greatest Hits![/spoiler]

[b]Sharkbot glances at the gun[/b] "[i]Intention to harm I see...[/i]" [b]All light in the train goes off It's pitch black and visibility is a negative. Screams are heard from the train, but nothing can be seen. Suddenly it's silent and the trains lights turn back on.[/b] [b]The body is in hundreds of pieces, blood covering the whole inside of the train, intestines laid out on the floor in lettering. The lettering reads : A gift from the Shell[/b] [b]Sharkbot stands i the center of the train, spotles,s as a blade of shadow withdrawls[/b] "[i]I hate cults..[/i]" [b]the lights flash as he disappears, and more blood pours from the now torn apart body.[/b]

Ajax whirred up his Vulcan and shot up Melvin at 30RPM. Ajax got out one of his Thermobaric Bombs and shoved it down his throat.. "In 20 seconds you are obliterated." Said Ajax coldly.. Using his Laser cannon he made a 6 inch hole in Melvin's chest. The Thermobaric bomb went of blowing off Melvin's head. [spoiler]Fatality![/spoiler]

[quote][i]In the darkness, all that Melvin can see are the lit up parts of his Endosym armor. He extends his hand, and a sharp blast of energy crashes into melvin's chest, knocking him off his feet. As he slowly walks towards him, Melvin unloads his sidearm into the armored figure-- to no avail. The bullets simply ping off the metallic surface. Kor'El puts his boot to Melvin's neck.[/i] "Bad day to be a cultist." [i]the liquid metal extend from his feet and form around his neck.[/i] "Sorry you got roped into this." [i]in the blink of an eye, the extended metal part reconnects with the boot, severing clean Melvin's neck.[/i][/quote]

Sigmar is some distance away from him, and only his face plate can be seen in the dim light. Melvin blinks, and by the time he opens his eyes, Sigmar has moved further into the shadows. Melv becomes panicky, trying to find a route of escape. All of a sudden, the area around him becomes quieter than death itself, and a thumping noise can be heard echoing around him. Sigmar continues to follow at a distance, while his quarry stumbles over himself. Melvin finally finds a hatch, and is attempting to open it when the thumping stops. He turns around to see the silhouette of Sigmar, standing on the threshold of the shadow that stands against the light that trickles into the area. He tries fumbling with the hatch, and the thumping starts again, and when he turns around, the last thing he sees is the crackling blue of Sigmars Plasma Whip.