Hell on Earth [Apocalyptic Rp Thread]

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    Sunday without God|Sign-up Thread


    Ai Enma|Death Dealer


    The world blurred around the swift shadow stalking among the woods, it slowed near a large tree and rolled its shoulders back while letting out a deep sigh. Ai knew this was going a fun she always wanted to run through a forest cutting down the soulless. The woman was decked out in her black outfit fit for the dead. The corset was built to the highest standards, using steel corset boning,and 2 part grommets for back lacing. Center design was stitched, and the full corset was lined in black satin. Wrist guards were padded and fully lined with cotton twill. Completed with a finishing edge on both ends and zipper closure. She wore thick leather pants, that stuck to her legs like a second skin. She finished the outfit with an unusual long coat a black one, the hood was pulled over her head hiding her face along with a black face mask, covering her mouth and nose yet her eyes and a hint of hair such a pure black, peeked out from under the hood.


    The heavier sound of paws moving to her side made her turn to face a monstrous sized feline, muscles rippled through his pelt with his every step his golden eyes were fixed on her for a second before he turned tail and took off running. Ai's fingers skimmed across the hit of her blades before charging after the large feline. Zetslay had been correct as always she had been going the wrong way. Ahead of her stood several men dressed in odd looking clothing they seemed to be heading for the child on the ground. Their intentions looked to be very ill willed for one the in the lead had drawn a long sword as he stepped closer to the female on the ground. The attacker never got to the child because Zetslay bolted ahead of her, weaving around the trees he leap from the ground and slammed all his weight into the attacker's back. The other ones had no time to help him Ai was already there.


    There were five of them minus the one her Guardian was playing with, this should be simple enough. The two closer to her in the back of the group is who she went for first, she went to the left one and grabbed his head with one quick twist she broke the neck. The second one turned in time to see his companion fall and quickly panic while drawing his blade. Ai waited for the other three to turn their attention to her. She promptly ignored the question of who are you and got busy. She tiled her head to the side to avoid the tip of the blade that tried to poke out her eye. She pushed forwards off the ground and jabbed a katana into the first one's gut. She held more power than a normal human so she was quite sure she destroyed a few organs in the process. The man dropped to the ground and threw up blood mixed with several other things.


    Ai took a few strides forwards to quick for the naked eye to keep track of her. Her palm slammed heavily into the throat of one man, as satisfying snap of the windpipe was heard in her ears. She shifted the weight of her right foot and leaned her body forwards as she turned with effortless grace avoiding another metal object swing over her head. Once she regained her balance she saw a look of confusion cross the human's face. The way she moved was clearly inhuman for she was far to graceful too swift. She pulled her arm back to slam her blade into the chest of the man. A frown settled on her lips as she tried yanking it out of the chest cavity. It was stick in a bone, lifting the left leg she placed a boot on the chest and heaved the blade out with a sickening sound. One, two, three, four....she was missing one.


    She felt the cold metal of a blade pressed against the back of her body, the one she had forgot about had actually got close enough to press a sword against her back. She could hear the loud banging of his heart against his rib cage, the shaking vibration of his moving hand. She twisted on her heel at the same time the sword was pushed forwards. Ai titled her head to the side as she wrapped her right arm around the man's forearm twisting it around till the clang of the sword could be heard as he dropped his weapon. Lashing out with her left leg she brought it up in a high kick at the elbow and listen to the bone snap in two.


    She released him and watched him drop to the ground moan in pain she ended it quickly as she twisted her own blade around in her hand and brought down on the chest in heart. The breath stopped and the life was no more. The soulless would not move again not once killed by the hands of a Gravekeeper. Still it never hurt to be careful she'd sever the head from the body. She beheaded each one with her shovel. She began the endless tasking of burying them. Ai unsheathed the long unusual shovel strapped to her back and tested the weight of it in her hands. The handle was a few inches shorter than her, not long at all yet and made of metal. The end of the shovel looked like a normal spade shape yet if one who looked close enough they would see that the sides were not as curved as a normal shovel. The sides were straighter and sharper as if used for cutting something rather than digging.


    She slammed the blade into ground, and dug up a large piece of earth and repeated the process as it form a large hole. It didn't take long for a Gravekeeper of her experience to finish the task. The bodies were all dumped into the large hole and soil was place over them. She recited a small pray and strapped the shovel and bow to her back. She waited a moment as five tennis ball sized teardrop shaped souls appeared. Souls ranged from a light blue to a deep grey, and finally a dark black. The dark the soul the more sins committed the better. She retrieved four grey souls and one black. She left them hovering over they're grave. Her demon would collect and take them to hell. The woman turned around to see Zetslay sniffing his mangled toy, the demon had tore chunks of flesh from the body and was shaking the blood from his pelt. "Well done as always." She spoke in a soft melodic voice as the liger padded up and was rewarded with a pat to the head.


    "Thank you." The voice was an inhuman growl so low it sounded like a sort of thunder in her head. Zetslay's voice was always so odd to hear in her head.


    "It has been a long time, my eldest." This voice boomed in her head deep and demonic taking up every inch of space. Ai found the master inhabiting the body of the soulless child who had yet to be beheaded. "A new order for you and your contracted. One of your Failures has shown in Ortus. He has reaped and devoured several souls that belong to me. Go and put an end to him." Ortus, the safe haven for all the remaining humans on this godforsaken earth. Those who still owned a soul still lived there, a fake world. They would not take kindly to Gravekeepers...but what was a Reaper doing in there?


    "It will be done, Father." She bowed her head in confirmation. Why he insisted on that title she would never understand. As the the king of demons left, Zetslay took care of the last soulless. "Come it is time to reunite with the others." Her words left an ominous presents in the air, not for over two hundred years had the Gravekeepers gathered together. This would be a reunion to remember. Ai would have no trouble finding the others, they're Guardians would hear her summoning them, it would be getting them to come along that would be the problem. The liger had already departed, carrying the souls down to Hell. Some Gravekeepers would be easier to find then others, for some remained at her side while others had left to go on they're own. She never minded who stayed nor who went so long as she could find them again. Ai sighed softly while yanking up her hood once more. "Time to raise some hell."

    Jay Kwon | Snow

    Jay sat on a park bench, doing what he usually does: people watch. He donned a comfortable ensemble of clothes: a gray button down polo, a black jacket with colorful floral designs, black, slightly distressed skinny jeans, and white converse. His hair was snow white, making his jacket the only focal point in his outfit. Surprisingly, his look didn’t attract much attention, at least from those around him. Currently he was gazing at a married couple and their young child that was on the swing set, giggling as she was pushed gently forward. They were normal people, thinking nothing about the apocalypse and the dangers possibly lurking in the very forest behind them. Such a privileged family; they reminded Jay of his old life. He had everything at his fingertips, all the items he desired but no compassion, no adoration. Well, he didn’t deserve it anyway. He was far too greedy. His eyes found the little girl, hoping to tell her through his body language to never make the same mistakes he did. She ignored him entirely. Everyday he was getting more and more used to being invisible.


    He doesn’t like feeling this way.


    Jay wanted a change in habit. Something else to do besides watching over the living, killing the usual Soulless, hearing Lyria’s cautious, ever paranoid voice. Jay always wanted to be the center of attention, but now he had to get used to being in the background, like an observer watching a play unfold, or a side character important for a single scene. The spotlight was never meant to be on him, and that was the harsh reality he had to face. He’ll be behind the scenes, fixing problems before they occur—that’s the goal, anyway. Sometimes he’s too late.


    He heard shuffling in the dense foliage behind him. Jay didn’t fret—its presence felt familiar, and each sound was too precise, unlike the Soulless. “Lyria? What is it?” He raised his old, broken phone, pretending to talk to someone. Jay already defied the norm, appearance wise, he didn’t want to look crazy too in front of other people. They don’t know he’s a Gravekeeper, and he would prefer to keep it that way.


    “A reunion,” her voice chimed like bells in his head, a wary melody played as she continued, “of Gravekeepers.” Jay didn’t know how to react to her words—her song. Something didn’t seem right, the gears didn’t click in place. Why? Was the first question that went through his mind. He never thought Gravekeepers needed reunions. They all go separate ways, for the most part. Jay was by himself for a few years now, watching over people in the same town, occasionally trying to find his family. He did admit to himself that he wanted a change, but he didn’t expect a reunion, of all things.


    Finally, he smirked after contemplating for what felt like years. “I’m guessing it’s important.” He said, rising to his feet. Jay took one last glance at the family and their surroundings, hoping the Soulless weren’t nearby. “Well, where is this reunion?”

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    Vladimir ▿ Omen ▿ Gravekeeper


    The bar looked something like the interior of a coffin. The wallpaper was a dark burgundy with a strange shine to it. Either the shine was part of the effect, or no one had cleaned the place for the last twenty years or so. There was a smell of stale beer and nicotine. Although now it was mixed in with the metallic aroma and rancid scent of rotting flesh. The bodies that had littered the floor were no longer in place, a trail of blackish green blood coated the wood and let outside.

    The broad shoulders of a man shifted as he pulled out a smoke and lit it. His dark mess hair was pushed out of his eyes as sat down on the dusty ground. A line of smoke exhaled as he took one drag than put the thing out. Being immortal and all was fun, but certain things didn't have the same appeal as they once did. A dried up coat of blood, a brighter red and clearly his own, sat on his bruised knuckles. He swung a little to hard with that last guy. Omen fought off a yawn as he rested against the bar, hiding from the sun.

    This place had been a waste to visit he didn't find shit here and it was highly frustrating, but it wouldn't known with that dull expression on his face. Cub, we must be moving...the opposite direction this time. The light tenor voice was tranquil yet timeless. It was the a voice of a grandfather with ageless patience. The voice didn't match the form. A burly brute with A pure whit pelt padded into his line of sight, a few patches of fur were missing from the chest where scars danced on the skin. The direwolf was larger than an average and stood out here. At the moment the beast was nudging the ageless male in the size.

    Omen ignored at the wolf while pushing his head away. He was a little on the exhausted side, but certainly wouldn't admit it. Beating a group of drunk Soulless was easy enough, it was the burying that killed him every time. The bastards did not deserve a burial if you asked him, but she taught well and her word always made him rethinking leaving the fuckers to rot. "What?" He asked in gruff tone as he finally looked at the demon who was growling at him.


    She is calling us.That sparked his interested as he leaned forwards with a question glint in those mad eyes of his. Just because Gravekeepers can't speak telepathically doesn't mean we can't over long distances. Zetslay contacted me, The Miss wishes to gather us. And haven't you felt anything abnormal with your seal?Sebastian glanced down and flexed his hand. The mark with a blackened flame and circle around it had been tingling for a bit. Well at least now he knew what that was. The male sighed before rising to stand before stretching the ache in his shoulders. He didn't feel like coming to her as if he were a trained dog, but defying the Death Dealer had its consequences and he wasn't in a mood deal with that right now.

    (c)trexgirl



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    Ghost ▿ Albino Direwolf ▿ Guardian

    Ghost like his given name, was a soundless being. He showed and disappeared the same way a ghost did often without anyone knowing of his existence. In hell he took a different form while serving the Master's personal needs. Never in the billions of years he's lived did he thing the world would turn out like nor that he'd be serving someone like Vladimir. The other demons all had their own places in hell, Zetslay, naturally the highest. It had been some time since he seen another demon, Omen, was not big on socializing.


    He faintly wondered how they were doing as he led the way out of the smelly bar. This town they had stopped had less then half the normal population. It looked rundown and desolated to him. To thinks humans had once own this world, and just like the master had predicted, God had gotten bored with his creations and forsaken them. The demon turned his large head and looked at Omen who was slowly coming along. The man had his shovel strapped on his back in the customary way however, his had the dark blood, dirt, and others gunk on it. Ai Enma would scold the man for that consider that is not how she taught him to keep up a weapon forged in the fires of hell.


    "Hey, Dog. I've been wondering why is it you treat the bitch with so much respected and no one else." At Omen's question Ghost stopped to look at the man, Omen vocabulary was often fowl and he referred to genders as bitch or bastard not in disrespect it was just how he talked. But without a name Ghost had to think about who he was talking to, considering there was only one female he regard with respect it was easy enough to figure it out.


    Ai Enma was had picked by our Master to served as a Gravekeeper in this world. For whatever he seems to be fond of her. When our task is done and we are take our places in Hell, Ai Enma will stand as Master's heir. When she takes the throne of hell she'll be our new Master which demands respect so why not start now. The demon replied. It was a mere rumor within hell that the king of demons had left hell and resurrected a human. It was unheard of and unthinkable but now known as true.


    They had had a bet on how long a mere human would living up to such a task of killing and sending souls to hell. The woman was a lethal weapon a born executioner, she kept going where others faltered. Even going as far as creating more Gravekeepers to deal with the task, training, and sending them on their way. Ghost felt like she simply deserved such respect, she was still kicking. This way, she's around the area perhaps some hours walk. Ghost added as they made their way the outskirts. I smell the dead be prepared, Pup. The wolf watched as that demented smirk appeared on the man's mouth. He darted off and Ghost trailed beside him.

    (c)trexgirl

    Arlotto | Digger | Reaper

    Ai Enma|Death Dealer


    Even the passage of the light slowed and the sounds became as if underwater. Aside from the beat of my heart, no muscle would move. Something heavy weighted down my body. I could not move no matter how hard I struggle, finally, after pure determination one eye opens. I can see I am in a hole a very deep hole and there above me looms a boy, his eyes look broken and defeated and it goes pitch black....


    Ai's entire body jerks itself forward as the steel of her swords hum with life. Her eyes flung so wide each iris is a perfect orb of rusty chocolate. Her heart is pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into her carotid. The day of light has fallen and she strain into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to steady.


    "Ai? What is wrong with you? Nightmare?" The rough voice reclaimed her attention as the beast lumbers out of the overgrowth. Zetslay's maw was drenched in crimson blood, a carcass of a young deer within his maw. He dropped his catch on the ground while licking his maw and walked up to the Gravekeeper. He plopped down and waited for her report.


    "I think there is something wrong with me." She starts while setting her katana on the ground and looked down at her hands. They were pale with small yet elegant fingers, but they were trembling? "It feels tight, my throat, my chest. I want to get up and run but I can't explain why I don't know what this is." She muttered softly with a very deep sigh. She brings her eyes up to look at the liquid amber ones that shown with intelligence and a hint of concern.


    "You smell of fear. You fell asleep not long after burying that child, what did you dream of?" The liger's rough tongue darted out to taste the liquid that rolled out of one eye, a tear. Perhaps something was wrong with the keeper. This was not something he has seen before from her. It was unnerving to say the least, his tail twitched with discomfort. Despite being ageless, a keeper's body still needed sleepm food, water, like a humans. They were enhanced beings stilled weighted down by their need for survival.


    "I was in a hole a child was burying me inside it." Ai answered in her normal monotone. As Zetslay's puzzled with the sudden burst of change, Ai ran her hand through her hair. She was a couple of miles from the burial sight, she had chosen to stop and let her keepers come to her. She called they would come their contract demanded it. "They are slow." She commented changing the subject. The liger grunted but made no comment as he padded back over to his prey, debating on reporting this find to the demon king. There was something wrong with the Death Dealer.


    [ Hartwin

    Its possible that the Reapers got the call as well. Despite severing their contract Ai still holds their soul. Due to slaying their demons, they have severed their ties to hell and the Master more then Ai herself. They would still bear her mark because she still owns their souls. But unlike the Gravekeepers they are rogues so they follow their own set of rules. You don't need to change your post but if you want to go ahead.]

    Arlotto



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    Nobody▿ Undertaker ▿ Reaper

    {Warning Gore}

    A man dressed in black carelessly made his way up the winding pathway, whistling an odd tune. Tall, projecting confidence, but apparently unarmed, the men couldn't make out his face with the hood. No matter, it was just an unarmed man, easy prey for them. They jumped out of their hiding places and swiftly circled him, leering and laughing at him. The man paused, and glanced at them all.

    "Well, well, lookie here, fellas, we got ourselves a stranger. You know you gotta pay a toll in order to use this here path, right?" the filthy man in front of him grinned, revealing a few blackened teeth. As he stalked foreword the other men laughed and encouraged him to spill the stranger's guts. He stopped a few feet in front of the tall stranger, and drew a rusty dagger from his belt. The stranger didn't appear to react but the man did.

    He suddenly screamed as a searing pain enveloped his wrist. He dropped the dagger, and saw five deep gashes in his forearm, revealing tendons, veins, and bone. Indeed, had the blood not welled up from the horrific wounds, he could have seen gouges in the bone as well. The hooded man smirked faintly. Before the screaming man could even fall down, other deep cuts seemed to appear as if from nowhere on his chest, upper arms, and belly, spilling his intestines. His compatriots looked about in fear and confusion, the hooded man before them wasn't moving at all.

    The cloaked man raised his right hand one last time, revealing inky claws that were surprisingly clean of blood. The creature had struck so fast that the blood from his would-be assailant hadn't even been able to cling to his claws. His mouth opened slightly, revealing long fangs and sharp teeth."I hate the living." The dark voice slid around his ears, but the words didn't register immediately. The loss of blood was proving too great, and the last thing he saw before the world went black, was the demon's claws reaching for his eyes.

    The Reaper gouged out the man's eyes, but found it to be dull. Terribly so, it was so much better when they were still alive and screaming. He liked struggling prey, and he liked to play. He kept the others immobilized by his aura, and casually strode over to the next one, another filthy man. In fact, all of them were filthy, lice-ridden fleabags, not suitable for life. But he could play, and there were so many toys to choose from.

    "Filthy creatures, the lot of you. Honestly, would it kill you to bathe once in a while?" he mocked them, before knocking the next victim to the frozen ground. He then planted a foot on his chest, and began to crush his lungs. Ever so slowly, he began to compress those lungs, making each successive breath shallower and shallower, and the heart pound franticly. He chuckled softly, amused by the creature's feeble attempts to survive. Eventually, the man died from the pressure and the lack of oxygen, and the devil moved on.

    The next one he disemboweled, and he used the intestines to hang the man from a nearby tree. The man twitched and kicked for a few moments before hanging limp. Another was also cut open, only this time only the flesh was peeled away, then discarded like a rag, leaving a skinless body to lay on the dirt. He would be alive for quite some time. He slit open the chest cavity of another, and chuckled at the man's screams of agony and terror. He began to remove the man's internal organs, slowly and carefully of course.

    First came the intestines, then the kidneys, liver, stomach, and others until the abdomen was empty. He displayed the organs one at a time for the man's benefit. He then cracked open the ribcage, and carefully removed to bones before the heart. He held the still-beating organ in front of the man's eyes before he crushed it, reducing it to bloody pulp. He then licked a few of the bloody drops from his hand, stoking their panic into an inferno. For some reason, that single action was more terrifying than the slaughter of their companions.

    He snatched another in his grasp, and pinned him to the ground with one booted foot. He then grasped the arms of his victim, and began to pull upwards ever so slowly. Audible pops were heard as the shoulders were wrenched from their sockets, and the man screamed in pain. Still, the reaper pulled on the arms, and watched as the wet sounds of tearing flesh, muscle, veins, and tendons led to twin crimson spurts. He dropped the arms and left the man to writhe on the ground, and then grow still. His pounding heart had betrayed him and had poured his lifeblood all over the slushy ground. The ground was beginning to become a blood soaked mud pit, much to the Reaper's delight. It had been entirely too long since he had been able to play like this, and he missed it.

    He waited for a moment and watched as hollow orbs drift up from the bodies. They were a darker grey black color, he wondered what sins these men made? He could help but recall fondly of the one who had taught him about the souls, taught him how to hunt, taunt him how to reap. He might have felt bad about betraying her at one time, but now he had his own selfish ambitions to fillful. But they would meet again they she would comes and he would slaughter the Keepers who stood beside her...yes that sounded like a good plan. The Reaper caught each hovering soul and devoured them in one gulp. He would enjoy tearing her open and devouring every last soul she held. She never told him what might happen if a one ate a soul...but there was more to hunt and he must take them all.

    Arlotto




    The forest was dark and foreboding, but there was peace in its sullen ambiance. Her eyes flickered over the thick, dark trunks of the trees that rose steadily into the sky, its branches interlocking with its neighbors like giant’s arms linked together protecting their home. The trees were densely packed together, leaving just enough space to allow someone to maneuver through. She pressed her palm against its rough bark, and breathed in the scent of the forest. The musty scent of leaves after rainfall, the warm soil packed against the earth by scurrying animals, the scent of things in different stages of blooming and growth. The smell of life. The forest was teeming with it.


    Ai felt a sense of nostalgia as she walked through the wood to ride her chest of those constricting sensations. It concerned her mentally, in all her years nothing like this has ever happened to her. Perhaps she was dying? It was still possible to obtain sicknesses even with immortality that just stopped her aging? She could not remember if she's ever gotten sick before. It was puzzling. Ai's feet took her to a river, it rushed un disturbed by anything in life. The First Keeper found herself taking a seat and simply watching it move. The rustle of the bushes behind her alerted her off Zetslay's presences as the liger stepped over to drink from the flowing water.


    "I've checked the perimeter there are virtually no soulless in the area." He said while settling on the forest floor. He continues to peer at her with growing concern when she remains silent and stares. The demon flattens his ears when she raises a arm and whispers and incantation he could not hear even with his heightened senses. One by one they made themselves visible on her body, chain links that mereged into chain overlapping and surrounding the arm. These links riddled her entire being, just like she had her keepers bear a mark so did she. Some links were darker then others, broken and hanging in a void not connected to the others.


    "Arlotto, Nobody." She called and their souls responded. One by one they came, two links faded from her body and took shape of tear drop souls in front of her. A low grow tore through the air coming from her demon who looked displeased with her. Zetslay's rose from his spot and circled around her in a huffy manner.


    "I do not and never shall understand why you keep them." This was a one sided argument she heard all the time.


    "They gave their souls to me and the master said I can do with them as I please." She retorted.


    "They betrayed you."


    "They betrayed my teachings. I did not ask to become a Gravekeeper, this is my punishment. Why condemned them when-"


    "They are taking souls that belong to our master, Ai. They chose to turn their backs on us. Just like that God chose to abandon this world. Our master is doing humanity a favor by taking all those souls in hell otherwise they would be floating around aimlessly for eternity in limbo. The Reapers must be put to rest, you made them, you will end them just like the others you have."


    Ai did not bother responding she knew when push came to shove she would get the job done because in the end this job was all that gave her life meaning. "His soul is distorted and blacker then any soul I've seen."


    "I told you to leave that one to die, to collect his soul and carry on. Now, you've created something worse then a demon you've created a monster." Zetslay's felt his stomach flip the longer he stared at the soul that once belonged to Nobody. Ai merely nodded, returning the souls to their place and watching as the ink faded into nothingness. She would right her mistakes but at what costs?


    [Once again, Undertaker, you've created a dark masterpiece. I am going to both love and fear Nobody till the end.]

    Arlotto



    [OOC: I think your post are great, Hartwin. Honestly, I think everyone tends to judge their writing harsher then they'd judge someone else's. For instances, you guys seem to like Nobody's post, although if you asked me I felt it was sloppy compared to others posts, this one with Omen I feel the same I don't like it but don't feel like changing it. But again that's just me.]


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    Vladimir ▿ Omen ▿ Gravekeeper


    Fear, anxiety, terror and the feeling of cold sweat dripping down your forehead, it's what this unlucky "thing" felt as he ran like a fly without it's head in the middle of a dense forest. If he wasn't so dead he would be as cold as ice as his eyes widened in his panicked state, his feet clumsy stomping on the ground and his arms flailing around trying to grasp on to the trees for support for he ran quite a long distance and his legs were just to give out. By now the poor bastard is probably asking himself what he did to deserve this nightmare that is chasing him, it wasn't his fault he died but probably he shouldn't have killed that boy for his money. Never the less, the undead sucker breathed heavy as the chilling night air cut in to his skin, if he could feel the win anyways.


    "Where are you?" Oh god! That voice! A mixture of a horror sound and a sly snake hissing in your ear, a voice filled with insanity and chaos, the voice of a madman echoed all around the soulless making his fear skyrocket and his heart beat out of his chest (if his heart could beat) Looking over his shoulder he sees a blur of shadows jump from tree to tree as if he was being chased by a leopard and not a human, the shimmering form was so agile and nimble that he traveled from treetop to treetop in such ease, sort of like Tarzan.


    "P-please! leave me alone!" The undead yelled out and accidentally tripped on a root falling to the ground. Lying on his back he desperately grasped for the ground and dragged himself backwards while his shrunken eyes darted all around the spooky forest in search of his pursuer. He only saw the man a couple of hours ago, when he dropped out of nowhere and started killing his group off like a one man army, a unstoppable force that handles his weapons with ease, as if the man was born with them. This sucker managed to slip by the psychos radar but now he wished he hadn't, this cat and mouse game is driving him crazy, it's torture to know that your death is following you and yet it seems like the killer felt pleasure in drawing out the inevitable.


    Come now, don't be shy, don't you want to play?" He heard the voice again and whimpered slightly. Oh god! As if dying once wasn't enough now he would die again by the hands of this maniac. Suddenly the silence was pierced by the sound of metal hitting wood, the clanking voice echoed among the forest and got carried away by the wind to further strain the dead ones nerves. A dragging and thrilling sound. Lips quivering and arms shaking the soulless dug his nails in to the nearby tree to pull himself up from the ground, with his back pressed against the tree


    "Stop it! I can't take it anymore!" He was on the verge of tears, alone and scared he was out of strength and out of the will to survive, he couldn't take this torture anymore it was playing with his mind and he didn't like that "Kill me already!" A powerful cry left the suckers lips as he finally let his tears slide down his cheeks. His eyes jumping around to try in vain to spot the person chasing him, but in the dead of night and with no light source he could only wait for his doom.th


    A low terrifying and ominous chuckle vibrates all around the night, as if the man chasing him is everywhere around the undead. That laughing voice held a sense of chaos and sounded devilish as if the person creating it knew something the soulless didn't, as if he was facing a ignorant child and yet held a sense of danger. A chill went down the undeads back as he heard that horrible chuckle and he gulped hard now feeling more nervous than before. Out of nowhere a slender form lands in front of the undead, the land was so well preformed and so graceful that barely any sound was made as bare feet firmly latched themselves on solid ground. The soulless gulped harsh and pressed his back further against the tree as his eyes slowly started to travel from the persons feet up towards the head. Omen knew he was killing time hunting this lowly soulless down, but he couldn't help it the guy ran and like dog with a scent he followed. The princess of hell could be put on hold for a bit.

    Arlotto

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    Ai rested her head against her knees as she pulled them up against her chest. Her eyes were shut and her breaths easy and light, almost relaxed. She was not sleeping and felt anything but relaxed. Their was a sinking sensation her stomach, it was something new that she couldn't explained. She didn't like it in the slightest. It almost made her want to throw up. She really did not understand what it is about today that so many unnecessary....sensations. Her mind worked tirelessly to compensate for the lack of emotions she had, she was told that emotions are what got you killed. It was why the Master had numbed her.


    To a point that made sense to her, she has lost count of how many Gravekeepers turned reaper she's had to put to rest because of they strayed from their path due to something as foolish as emotions. Yet, sometimes she felt like she was missing out on something important. However, if these so called emotions all felt like whatever was going on with her today she would rather stay numb to it all.


    The woman's head snapped to the right when she sensed the presences and the eyes on her. Zetslay's was faster, the liger had risen from his nap and twitched his tail. The demon was all dense muscle, claws and fangs. This behemoth had acquired the ability to move with more stealth over the past half century, he found that with this technique the necessity for chasing was reduced. But he was stalking the one in the shadows, he could tell who it was by scent along. The smell of a Reaper was perhaps more revolting then a soulless, although not as bad as the rotting ones.


    He moved with the clear intention of harm, yet, settled himself when Ai stood and grabbed the end of his tail in her small fist. It did not hurt but it certainly made him nerveous there were a large amount of nerves in the tail that he'd rather not be squeezed. He lifted his lips and showed of the incredibly sharp incisors in his mouth which Ai merely brushed off. This wouldn't be the first time they disagreed and wouldn't be the last time either.


    Ai did not see nor smell like Zetslay, but seeing as a mere human wasn't stupid enough to be lurking around at this time of night and the fact that both them and the soulless, unless in swarms, feared the Gravekeepers for they were death walking, that left very little to approach her. The shovels Gravekeepers carried around gave them away. So it wasn't something as simple as mistaken identity, plus Zetslay was being particularly aggressive.


    He was not fond of all her keepers but he certain never had any intentions of killing the help. So that narrowed this down a bit more. Considering Zetslay was willing to be paitent said he did not deemed the threat as overwhelming or great which in that case only left one Reaper the other was in Ortus. "I don't think you are dumb enough, but if you're here to try and kill me you'll fail. You're not the first Reaper who has tried too." She commented, ignore the twitchy need to reach for her blades. Zetslay remained steady although she could feel the powerful muscles underneath his pelt remain tense.

    Arlotto




    Ai kept a firm hand on Zetslay as a familiar voice cut through the air. The words did little to still suspection in her head. The man did look like he had aged a day since their last meeting, but that was to be expected when you had no soul there was no reason to grow and change without it. She paid no mind to the way Zetslay quivered when the weapon was reached for because the langue didn't match the intention. She let herself relax just a bit when he dropped it with his hand still raised didn't seem like he had any will to fight with her.


    She gave a gently pinch to the liger who bore his fangs and let out a nasty growl but he rose from his crouch and forced himself to sit like a good demon. He didn't like this at all yet he faith in his keeper, he served her for so long usually her intuition was good. With him settled her eyes followed Arlotto as he slowly moved around and a bit closer. Her eyebrows furred themselves with confusion at his next comment, what did he mean? The first here? She didn't call for a Reaper?


    Her eyes drifted down to mark on his forearm as he pulled up his sleeve to show it. Everyone's mark went on different places she never choose them although normally it was out of sight. She didn't have her mark on her so it was unusually seeing it again unless it was branded on to a new keeper. Her eyes drifted back up to Arlotto's as he continued speaking to her. He only worsened her growing confusion. She did not call for him only her keepers, so why? She was lost.


    "Zetslay, they can feel my call?" She asked, looking down at her demon with apt interest. No one explained to her how it works, calling for her keepers. She's never had to do it before now.


    "All who you've mark can heed your call, you made them. Reapers have no obligation to you." Zetslay explain while glaring down Arlotto. "To think one would be stupid enough to come." He huffed. "Reaper, you had a choice to become a keeper and you had a choice when you slayed your demon. You severed your ties to my mistress. You should not have come here!" The liger roared his anger and frustration. How dare the Reaper have the gull to come here! The demon sank his claws into the ground unforgivingly and lashing his tail.


    "You came because I called, because I need help?" Ai ignored Zetslay crabby outburst while trying to wrap her head around the reaper's logic. "I don't understand, Arlotto." She sighed gently. "You are a Reaper, you become a Reaper. I've told you as I've told the others to never kill your demon, send it back to hell and you are no longer a Gravekeeper and no longer serve me. That mark on your arm will be nothing more then an empty reminder of who you once were." Ai ran solely on logic and there was nothing logically here. Her head was starting to hurt her. "I don't understand." She repeated in a soft voice.

                --- :: Ji-tae Seok // Fossarius

    Fossarius took a breath as he let the last pound of dirt fall over the mound, packing it down with the shovel. Burying a Soulless was definitely the least enjoyable part, in his opinion. But, now with that out of the way, he let his attention shift to the hawk that stood perched on a nearby tree, waiting for him to finish. Through his mind, it prodded him impatiently. Are you done yet, over and over like some sort of parrot. Finally, though, Fossarius could answer with a simply 'yes~' and shut him up. The black hawk wasted no time in sweeping down, talons extending and latching onto the tear-shaped soul hovering above the grave, gripping it tightly.


    "You're way too eager to get away from me. I'm almost hurt!" Fossarius said in mock sorrow, hand placed on his chest dramatically. The bird, ever boring, didn't respond, simply hovered there, eyes gazing at Fossarius expectantly. The Gravekeeper scowled, eyes rolling.


    "Yes, I know. I'll go now." He gave a wave of his hand as he started off in a direction with purpose as his Guardian flew off, taking the soul away to hell. He'd gotten the call during a fight with a Soulless, but now that that was all situated, it was time to go. He could only hope he wouldn't be late to whatever this rare occasion was. A half-hearted thought came to mind, one that even Fossarius didn't take seriously as he left his feet carry him across the terrain.


    Ah, I wonder if I'm in trouble~

    ----

    Vladimir ▿ Omen ▿ Gravekeeper

    The hunter just stands there and watched the undeads unease, enjoying in his fear. Than without a warning he lifts his right hand and rams his metal shovel into the undeads left shoulder, going through the flesh and anchoring the blade to the tree behind the soulless. The sucker let out a cry of pain and his hands acted on their own as they grasped on to the man's left arm trying to tug it away, but to no avail, it felt as if the arm was made out of stone and the strength in it was inhumane. The creepy-ass man leaned forward to stare in to the undeads eyes savoring the fear. Licking his lips he lifted his other hand and swiftly sliced off a piece of meat from the deads belly, the movement was swift and fluent and the whip at work was almost unseen. The undead let out another painful cry and trashed slightly but the shovel in his shoulder kept him in place and he couldn't get away from this madman.


    With a look of amusement, the hunter reached down with his free hand and slowly peeled off the skin from the cut he has made, going from the bellybutton upwards towards his nipples. "P-please! Stop! Please!" The soulless yelled out as he shut his eyes in agony. But the man wouldn't listen he only continued to peel off the rotten skin with that sadistic smirk on his face. But the hunter got quickly bored of just peeling at the skin and lifted his hand, a long silver whip slithered into sight again cutting a big chunk of meat from the dead's left leg with a smart snap, almost exposing his thigh all the way to the bone, black blood spewed from the fresh wounds and covered them both. By now, the soulless was in agony and was begging, crying trashing, his weak arms trying to grasp or defend but nothing was working, his legs gave out long ago and he was only held up by that shovel in his shoulder.


    "Enjoying ourselves aren't we?" The and ageless voice sounded behind the man doing the torturing and he suddenly stopped, as if he's been snapped out of a trance he froze. Looking over his shoulder the mans deep ocean blue eyes land on a white furred wolf sitting on the forest floor. The crimson red eyes flashed with nothing more then displeasure as he watched the one he guarded. With an annoyed expression the black hooded man spoke in his raspy voice "I hate it when you do that, now the atmosphere is ruined" He growled in a threatening manner. The massive wolf felt unmoved by this, he simply looked past to the undead barely alive

    "We have other things that need to be done today."


    A vein popping on his forehead he let out another growl and turned back to face the lifeless dead man. Yeah well his Guardian was right, it wasn't any fun when they just lied there like a coat. With a shrug of his shoulders he yanked his shovel out of the shoulder, swinging it without bothering to look as the blade lopped the head off the shoulders, successfully ended the poor guys misery. With a sigh the Keeper turns to stare at his Guardian and noticed a was-that -necessary? expression.


    "What I was bored." Omen tried to justify his actions with a goofy smile on his lips and bloodied arms raised in the air as if surrendering. With his trademark smirk spreading on his lip, and last glance towards the pile of rotting flesh he licked his lips and started to walk in the direction the mark throbbed less in.


    "You know as well as I do she'll hunt you down if you aren't doing your duty correctly." Omen scowled at his Guardian's words but returned to the site and began digging a hole for the Soulless. It didn't take him to long he's been doing this for far to long. Once the body was buried and a grayish soul popped up, he began walking away again. Yet he paused seeing as Ghost wasn't taking the Soul to hell just yet. "You had better be moving towards her when I return. You've delayed the meeting long enough." He snarled before vanishing with soul through a gate of hell. He was so freaking bossy.