The hellMaw (demon territories)

[The DoomyFish]

The cities that fall into hell leave behind gaping holes on the map called hellmaws. These hellmaws are where the demons dwell, they have taken to living in the human cities that have fallen. The survivors of these cities are tormented, devoured, and stripped of hope, faith, and dignity. In hell power rules all however and most lesser demons are but servants to a stronger master...

 

[Kloudy]

The First Circle Demon Lord of Summoning
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Wreathed in flames and smoke, a dark figure took its first steps upon burnt soil as buildings and people were set ablaze. Wood and stone crumbled and cracked, man, woman and child were cut down as hordes of demons and creatures began to spew from the centre of town like a volcano erupting. Large teeth began to emerge around the village's outskirts, blocking off all that would attempt to flee. Smoke and blood filled the air as the stench would burn the mortal nostrils. A red haze even seemed to fill the very area, they sky also obliging. And at the centre of it all, levitating high above the portal to Hell, was a Demonic Lord itself. The feared infamous Marx Khaoul Haus Code, a masterful dark grand mage in his own right and one of four Demonic Lords of the First Circle. Fabled to have defeated countless kingdoms and to have slain the greatest armies singlehandedly, he is every brave man's worst nightmare and thought to be the very embodiment of evil. Thankfully, the times when he had been allowed to stalk the lands in search of territories to crush were over and no longer had kings and rulers had to worry whether their people and their society would be assaulted so easily by the masses of hellish monsters and that fear inspiring bastard goddamn Demon Lord. 


But now now those days were over too. Marx had finally returned. 


There had already been many villages, towns and cities that had been seized by Hell itself, but Marx had tasked himself with defeating the most dangerous. The City of Goldenview. One of the largest cities that still remained untouched by the Demonic powers, it was a prime target to finally crush all resistance from the pathetic mortals. Oddly enough, there was a strange magic barrier that was preventing him from placing a Hell Maw there, but that mattered not. If he couldn't simply claim the metropolis, he would raze it to the mortal ground with his vast armies and colossal beasts. But there was enough time to plan for that, Marx had to finish his business here. Floating down to take his first steps onto the scorched ground, the Demon Lord glanced around slowly at his surroundings, taking in the immediate mortal realm. Nothing seemed different from the last time he had visited, burning buildings and dying mortals, as it should be. Striding forward in his black and blood red armour, the fire shined off his body as his horns gleamed in the night air. The smell of blood was indeed thick, it was a scent he was accustomed to. A second later, he stopped and turned to the sound of a war cry. A grizzled man with old rusted armour was lugging a broadsword towards Marx with an obvious challenge, revenge intent in his eyes for the death of his late family. It was a misguided and reckless revenge however as the man swung the large blade up and then down at the Demon Lord in an attempt to carve through him. Marx simply raised his armoured clawed hand and caught the weapon easily, the dull blade clanging uselessly on his tough skeletal armour. The old man seemed to waver in fear for a moment, obviously recognising who he was facing as the stuff of scary fables and nightmare fuel, but he pressed on, withdrawing his sword from Marx's clutch and swinging it horizontally so that he could behead his opponent. But the blow never connected. The Demon Lord's neck suddenly became smokey and intangible, allowing the blade to travel between his body and head harmlessly. This threw the old veteran off balance and he stumbled to the side slightly. Regaining his footing, he tried charging again fruitlessly, but Marx had grown bored entertaining this mortal. He raised a red hand again, fingers splayed, and the poor warrior was sent flying back against a half destroyed stone brick wall. He coughed up blood and dropped his broadsword weakly, unable to continue as his body was crushed against the wall. Marx slowly stalked forward, his smoggy black cape billowing out behind him. Leaning in so that his horns lay either side of the man's head, his deep dark red eyes set against a black void drilled into the old human's with a look that spoke of the untold horrors to come. And with that the man's spirit broke: he began crying and begging mercy, struggling under the pressure of Marx's telekinetic grasp. Seemingly satisfied, a red energy began to form in his hand, growing until his sword, The Flesh Render, materialised in his grip. Without waiting any longer, the Demon Lord of Summoning plunged the hellish black and red blade into the mortal, draining him of his blood as his body seemed to shrink: his flesh moving into the sword. Soon even his skin was sucked into the wound the sword had caused until nothing remained but a skeleton. Turning away from the unfortunate soul that had attempted to challenge him, Marx watched as a group of Seventh Circle demons chased  a group of women across the city centre with urgency. It summed up what was happening across the village, mortals fleeing for their lives as his minions chased them down and killed them all. A microcosm, as it were, and it was only just the beginning. 

 

[akumashioni]

The night had swallowed the plains, leaving a peaceful moonwashed scene that many would find relaxing and gentle. A lone cottage sat atop a hill, a mother and her child occupied the hovel, they were finishing dinner and getting ready for bed.


"goodnight my sweet little angel." The mother said as she kissed the forehead of her son. "Mommy? Can you check for monsters?" The boy seemed frightened and his eyes pleaded with his mother. She smiled sweetly and nodded, "of course honey." 


She opened the closet, sifting through the dark corners and then looking under the skirt of the bed before standing and putting her hands on her hips. "See sweety? There's no such thing as monsters." The boy nodded and closed his eyes, feeling a little better as his mother blew out the lantern and shut his door. 


The boy was beginning to drift off when he heard a peep from under his bed. 


"Pssssst!" 


He sat up quickly, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. "W-Who's there?!" 


"Awwwww.... there's no need to be afraid Eric... didn't you hear your mommy? There's no such thing as monsters... im your old pal Gemwise..." the voice was comical and high pitched, it held a mocking overtone of feign pity for the boys fear. The voice however, did sound genuinely nice and alluring. The boy wondered if maybe Gemwise really was his friend.


"Hey! You like balloons..?" The sound of rubber stretching and squeaking began to fill the room, "what's a balloon?" The boy asked, curiosity snaring him like a fly in a web. "What's a balloon?!" The voice asked, happily laughing and gently scolding the boy for his lack of experience. "Why... they're only the best thing since apple pie!" The boy closed his eyes and smiled, envisioning his favorite treat, he swore he could smell the cinnamon baking, and even taste the spiced air. "Mmmmm..... apple pie... How is a balloon better than that?" 


A single red balloon drifted slowly from under the bed, attached to a string that sat tied around a gloved finger that potruded ever so slightly from beneath the bed. The boys eyes went wide at the sight of the shiny red object, "wow!! It's.. amazing!!" The boy began slowly reaching out for the balloon but Gemwise pulled the balloon just a tiny bit lower. 


He continued to pull the balloon as the boy reached for it until he was practically hanging off the edge of the bed. 


"Why are you hiding?" The boy asked. "Oh Eric, I'm running a carnival down here! I can't possibly leave my post!" 


The boys brow furrowed in confusion, "a carnival?" He sounded the word out on his tongue, wondering what that could possibly be.


a tune began filling the room, similar to a carnival theme but slower and more offputting.








"A carnival is where all the best things happen! We've got rides... candy... and balloons..." The boy was excited now, his fear completely gone. "You have more balloons? Do they float? Like the one you showed me?" 


"Oh Eric.... they float.... they float Eric...." Gemwise's voice held an air of longing as he spoke. "Wow!! Can I come see your carnival?" The boy asked, practically begging. 


"Of course Eric! Ohhhhh you're gonna love it down here... we all float down here... just like the balloons..." Eric climbed out of bed and kneeled down, slowly lifting up the skirt of his bed. "And when you're down here with me..." Eric lifted the skirt and finally came face to face with what he had been speaking to.





"YOU'LL FLOAT TOO!!!!" 


The sound of a shrill cry cut short was all that was heard, the boy had vanished, the mother burst into the room and went mad searching for him, finding only a single thing out of place.. 


a red balloon, fluttering and bumping into the ceiling. The woman pulled the balloon by the string and it popped, raining blood on the poor woman and releasing a mad cackling laugh that echoed through the home and rattled the windows.

 

[The DoomyFish]

Kharn the devourer
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"MORE!!!" the massive demon demanded. His deep voice rattled his palace and could heard throughout the first circle. His throne room was Huge, bigger than any palace ever made on the surface world. And it was a dreadful place, filled with agony dispair and moans of pain. There seemed to be no respite, even the servants of the demon lord cowered from him. With good reason it seemed. His followers weren't moving fast enough for him, so the massive demon reached down and scooped a handful of them. They begged, pleaded, and even fought back with all their might, but if Kharn heard or felt them he didn't show it. Their screams of terror were cut short by his jaws. "That'll do for now, bring me MORE!!!"
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the demon lords voice echoed again. As the lesser demons ran too and fro he grumbled. "soon...soon I shall rise from this seat and all will be devoured." his maniacal laughter vibrated the majority of the First circle, and echoed throughout the air of hell, Faintly audible to all the way to the gates...
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[akumashioni]

Gemwise appeared at the foot of Kharn's throne, a wicked smile peeling his lips back. 


"Master! Oh ho ho! I've got quite the treat for you today!!" He took one step back and made some grand gestures like a magician before proudly pulling out a red silk sheet and holding itin front of himself like a  curtain. 


"Tah dah!" He shouted cheerily as he presented lord Kharn with a young boy, his face covered in grimey clown makeup. He had obviously been crying and was horribly terrified. He reeked of fear, sniffling and looking down at the ground.


"Ha Ha Ha!! Why the long face, ole chum? Welcome to the carnival Eric!" He proceeded to laugh directly in the child's face, forcing him to look at the horrid and gruesome scene around him.


Gemwise was beside himself with laughter, falling over and banging the ground with his fist, tears streaming down his face. 


"Aha! Aha! Hahaha! The best part! Hahaha! The best part is that his mommy told him there was no such thing as monsters! Hahaha! She was in the next room!" He was howling now, his sick joke getting quite old. "She burst into the room right? Hahaha! Her sweet little angel is gone!" He stood himself up and wiped away the tears before addressing lord Kharn. "So what do you say master? He's come to see the carnival! What should we give him for coming down here like such a good little boy? He loves balloons! Don't ya Eric?" 


@Jefferson

 

[Kloudy]

Marx the Infernal Dark Summoner
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Marx glanced back briefly at the portal to Hell behind him as a hungry reverberation of sound echoed from it. It seemed Kharn's appetite had flared yet again. The fiery Demon Lord turned away from the portal to see a fifth circle demon slowly approaching him cautiously. Kharn was a problem within the depths of the underworld, he was weak for having been so easily cut down by that mortal and these days he just lay about consuming uselessly as he healed, but he would be dealt with soon, either by one of the other three Demon Lords of the First Circle (including Marx himself) or by the Great One in Amber. Marx had sensed that their ruler had been stirring, a great rumble that sometimes shook the very grounds of Hell. It had spoken to Marx, keeping him in Hell when the underworld eventually began to drag the mortal realm down. And now it was telling him to go forth and obliterate those that would seek to oppose the wicked one last time. No one had been given the chance to face the Demon Lord in battle yet for their current lifespans had been too short to have been born when he lay waste to the land in the past. But he would soon let their ancestors be reminded of the dark powerful might of a First Circle Demon Lord. 


The demon that approached him was actually just a human with small ram horns and wings that ran down his back, having been possessed by the Fifth Circle demon. The half-man knelt before his general and spoke his report, "My lord, the village is ours. Most of the mortals have been slain and we have captured some brave ones to be used for sacrifice!" The demon's wings shuffled nervously as it continued, "We should hurry, my lord, the Hell Maw's bloodlust is strong and it will not resist to pull this place to Hell for long. The sacrifices will die before the ritual!" Marx held up a hand to silence the parasitic demon, his crimson red eyes penetratingly sharp. When he spoke, it came as a hollow grating of a voice, as if steel were being crushed in a vice, a demonic undertone layering it with chilling whispers, "Where... Are... The Sacrifices..." Came the terrifying demand, cowing the small humanoid demon further. It sounded as if the millions of souls he had slain and sent to Hell were speaking directly as one along with the Demon Lord, pressuring the smaller demon into responding quickly,"Th-this way m'lord- I shall show y-you to them!" And with that the demon underling rose and scampered around the corner of a nearby building. Marx slowly strode forward, calmly following his minion until they reached a small clearing that served as a rudimentary playground for the mortal children. Now all that remained were the few broken and burned bodies of the young along with a few of their parents amongst the cinders of their outside toys and games. A few brave and stoic young men and women were currently being knelt in a line, glowing red chains snaring them all to each other. The Demon Lord stopped short of a larger man who seemed to be the leader of the village, whom was also staring back at his dark skeletal face with intense anger. They indeed did have some courage about them. Marx would break that. In that same terrifying voice, he spoke to the warriors and warrior's wives, "You have... One opportunity to live... One chance to continue roaming this land... For a price..." Marx waved his armoured hand and a line of children rose from red cracks in the ground, each one covered in wounds, soot, dirt and blood, each one standing stock still with emotionless expressions. It was the children Marx's demons had just killed during his invasion of the village. It had an obvious effect on some of the mortals, a few running to their offspring helplessly as they cried over their reanimated bodies that remained unreactive to their grieving touch. Marx spoke again to those that had buckled under the sight of their dead family, "A sacrifice... Surrender your soul to me... And I shall release theirs from Hell... So they may ascend above..." The Demon Lord glanced above into the misty red night sky for effect before returning his glare to those that still stood in their line defiantly, chained. Those that had run forth had been released from their shackles immediately, to which they now grovelled for the release of their kids. Obliging to their pleading, a book rose from Marx's hip and floated before him. It seemed to emanate a powerful dark energy that seemed to drain all the mortals in the vicinity of their energy and will to live, to the point that two more also succumbed to his demands and begged for the mercy of their children. The Satanic Summinomicron, an infernal tome of the dark arts and forbidden summons. The hellish book suddenly opened itself and flipped its many pages until it came to an abrupt stop at one section in particular: Blood and Soul Magic - The Sacrifical Arts. Marx then began to read from it, "Kyell... Fferxsi... Drahtni... Khorramshahr... Deshstino... Mrraweta... Arntwr... Vaalumm..." This continued for  few moments longer before a sickly black glow began to form around the tome. The same glow enveloped those that had voluntarily surrendered their souls as they seized up and moaned in pain. And then the screams of agony began as the very blood was ripped from their body through their flesh and skin, to be absorbed by the unholy book that still levitated in front of the Demon Lord. A white energy then drained from them, seeping into the book as well as the screams subsided and the dried husks of what were once mortals lay dead and empty on the scorched soil. The book then flipped several pages before several words flowed on the aged paper. A double stream of red and ghostly white then shot from the tome at Marx, two tiny twin tornados that funnelled into the points of his two largest horns. The horns glowed with power but this power subsided as the book ran out of sacrifice fuel. As soon as the process had been completed, the book slammed shut and returned his side. All the while Marx had been staring each and every one of the somehow still courageous mortals down with an unprecedented fear-mongering natural glare of death. His face could not physically move to display expression as it was skeletal in structure, so the default display was an infernal gaze of pure destruction and death. Eventually another mortal broke, sprinting forward in an attempt  attack the Demon Lord foolishly. The chains held him back with an unforgettable burning sensation as he cried out in pain. Marx simply looked at the man and unhesitatingly pointed towards the mortals silently. The zombified children moved as one, pouncing on their once loving parents and attempting to rip them to shreds with sharp claws and teeth. 


Seemingly satisfied, Marx turned to speak with the Fifth Circle Demon again, "Bring me Decessus of the Crows... I have need for his abilities." And with that the smaller demon scurried off again in search of the demon that he had been charged with bringing back. Although Marx was not notorious for needlessly slaughtering those minions that were not of his direct summoning such as himself, he definitely that any failure to this Lord of Hell would result in a literal fate worse than death. There was most likely something in that ridiculously powerful book of his that could make a demon like him regret having ever allowed himself to keep living in his presence, something he was very keen not to experience. 


@Cheryl (sorry that took so long, I was having a bit of fun XD)

 

[sprouhtt]

 
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Decthalia was woken up by the shrieking of the pitiful souls that clung to her window. "My my, isn't it too early for this?" She said as she ran her hand through her messy stark white hair. Decthalia was tired from that gathering that she had at her house, it was sort of a celebration of her brothers birthday. In the demon world, birthdays aren't celebrated but Decthalia sees it as a good thing to celebrate your birthday no matter how old you were. Decthalia had brought into a custom here in the demon world since, in the human world, they celebrate the birth of that person. Decthalia heard a knock at her door and she saw that it was her loyal and trusty servant, Leo. Leo was a human that she saved from Marx and in return, she would send at least one pint of her blood to him every year since a Succubus's blood is a very rare substance that will heal any body and slow down the aging process of those who drink it. Why she did, she didn't know, but she saw a use for him and plus she liked to tease and torment with him as well. He usually quivered in front of her but she thought it was cute, Decthalia never did anything serious with him, but most of the servants that work for her think that she has. Decthalia is nothing but a virgin, surprisingly, she hasn't done anything with anyone except tease them because she believes that even though she is half-succubus, she shouldn't just throw herself on any guy that comes her way. Decthalia went to bed with nothing on, it was so damn hot today. "Have you brought me any news?" She asked Leo as she walked around him, Leo was blushing bright red as he looked away. 
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"No, my lady. Nothing new except Marx has crossed the portal as I heard," Leo stated as he looked up. Decthalia stopped in front of him and smiled, "I told you to call me Decthalia, no need to be so formal Leo." Decthalia was alright with him being formal to her because she believed that he was the only one that she could trust around here and plus he has been with her for 10 years now so she was as comfortable with him then when they first met but he, he still trembles in her presence for some reason.  Decthalia touched the side of his face gently as she caressed his face for a moment, "The flesh of a human is so soft, warm and yet delicate that I envy you.
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 When she was done, she decided that she might pay Marx and visit since he was back and she really needed his help on lifting this curse that her father had put on her a hundred years ago. Decthalia hated this curse because it limited her powers and she felt because of that, she was weak and other demons didn't quite take her seriously since she couldn't show them what she could really do. Decthalia walked out of the mansion and thought it was a nice of day to walk around, and when she says 'nice day,' she means by hearing the shrieks of the pitiful souls and the red sky that towers over her, the scent of revenge and hate was in the air. As she made her way through HellMaw, she came in contact with Marx. It didn't take her long to find him and when she did she stood right in his path. Other demons who dared to do so resulted in harsh punishment or just being killed on the spot. But for Decthalia, she wasn't trembling in his presence nor was she afraid of him. Intimidated, yes, but feared, no. "Marx, it's a pleasant day to run into you. But isn't it too late to be terrorizing the lands above?" She asked him as she watched from the distance a city sinking into HellMaw. Around here Marx was called Lord, but Decthalia didn't call him Lord nor anything of high title since she believes that she should bow down to nobody but herself and Marx was certainly not going to hear her say that to him. Decthalia never sugarcoated things nor did she beg for something in front of someone, she prefered to just come out and say without putting on a show. 
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[Kloudy]

Marx the Infernal Summoner
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Expecting his minion to have returned with Decessus, Marx regarded the demoness before him in that same layered voice, "Decthalia... I am not late... The Great One stirs... He calls me to eviscerate the mortal stronghold... And crush their final stand..." Glancing to the side, Marx watched as one man still continued to fight the zombies he had once loved. Using the chains as a weapon, the beefy man was wrapping them around their necks and fairly hysterically ripping their head and off as he fought for his life. The man, who had been the village head that had stared Marx down so bravely not so long ago, had tears streaming down his face as he killed those that he had given life to and their friends. Marx returned his gaze to the succubus before him, a skeletal hand rising to stroke his chin for a moment, "Unless there is another purpose for your being here... I have use for your abilities, succubus..." He was interrupted as the last remaining chained man yelled aloud in morbid victory, the zombie children no more at his feet. His eyes then switched on the Demon Lord with hatred as he then charged with fury. The chains activated with an intense burning property about then as they yanked him just short of his target. Marx as interested in this one. The Satanic Summinomicron rose to his reach again and flipped itself to a different page than before, one title: Harnessing the Seven Sins: Transformation Volume 3. The pages stopped at wrath. Marx rose a blood red hand, palm out, at the poor soul and spoke the key spell commands, "Ghastyr... Jqidzu... Narhouh... Vernyirr..." A red rune burned itself into the man's chest through his clothes as he writhed in further pain. His body began to twist, convulse and break as his limbs spun around, skin breaking and flesh shifting about. His ribs protruded from his back and front and his bone structure became overly pronounced as it even grew over his skin like natural armour. His height rose to 8 feet tall, about a foot higher than Marx, and his muscle structure also became excessively dense. Soon the man was no longer a man, he was a large beast of a demon, consumed by his own rage and blinded into senseless submission by the Dark Summoner. Sensing the job was done, Marx spoke to Decthalia again whilst still gazing the the monstrous berserker he had created, it was at least a fourth Circle Demon, "My armies will march upon the human settlements... Until we have reached their last bastion of defence... Goldenview..." His hollow voice seemed to grow slightly distorted and even more disturbingly like metal being destroyed as he spoke the name, "You shall infiltrate this fortress... And supply me with information on the mortals... When I arrive, you must sabotage that annoying shield so I may lay waste..." Marx knew that the succubus would want something in return, such as that curse of hers, but he said nothing of it. If she was brave then she would ask, if not then it was of no consequence to him. The large over muscled and boned juggernaught just simply stood by his side now passively, mindlessly waiting for whatever order he was given. 


@sprouhtt

 

[The DoomyFish]

Kharn the Devourer.
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A wicked looking Smirk spread across Kharns muzzle when Gemwise appeared. Of all who served him, His jester was his favorite. He Knew the best ways to prepare a soul for him.
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"So nice of you to join us Eric, We love having guests for dinner." Kharn cackled as his terrible joke for a few moments before he heard Gemwise mention the "best part" and began guffawing in laughter with the clown.Once the laughter stopped he addressed gemwise With a smile that would send chills down the spine of even a demon he said.
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"Well My old friend, if he loves balloons so much why not give him one? a nice shiny red one."
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he said his mouth beginning to salivate as he stared into the soul of the poor child.
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[Cheryl]

A lone crow flew across the bloody red sky, wings flapping in short bursts to keep the bird in the air and his black eyes observed the ground below him. The sky was illuminated by the roaring flames that fed on the wooden housing as if they were nothing more than sticks. Smoke that was thick enough to suffocate any human being wafted into the air, red hot cinders floating upwards that made the sky ironically seem beautiful, as if a phoenix had flown over the area and its orange feathers were elegantly spiralling towards the ground. Every breath the crow took gave him a fresh scent of burning wood, bodies, blood and more. To regular people it would be sickening but to demons the smell was welcoming, a comforting smell that showed that they were in somewhat safe territory. Piercing screams and yells could be heard as the final few residents were rounded up and slain, the monsters not caring whether they were young or old, male or female. The streets were littered with carcasses of people and animals, some bloody, some burnt and some half eaten. It was a gruesome sight. Most of the demons were sniffing around the nooks and crannies of the town, searching for anybody that was hiding away from the hell above them. 


The crow slowly descended from the safety of the air, appearing to be the only natural thing about the place. Fluttering down onto a smashed wall that once housed a family of four, the large bird rested his wings as his claws clung onto the crumbling wall. For many minutes the bird just watched the street in front of him, glaring at lower demons that looked his way for too long. Each minute that passed by a new crow fluttered onto the wall, eventually filling up the wall and forcing newcomers to stay on the ground. Despite the large amount of crows not a single caw could be heard from any one of them, each and every single one of the flock watching all of the passerby that dashed by. Monsters of unnatural proportions, beasts with one too many mouths, swarms that scuttled along the ground, the flock watched all of them in complete silence. Even with the fire edging closer and closer towards them none of the moved an inch, unafraid of the approaching flames that licked their lips at their meal.


That meal never came for the fires of Hell. The very first crow that had come there hopped onto the ground and strode forwards, out of the safety of the ruined house. As the crow walked forwards he molded and shifted to become taller and slimmer, his body dramatically changing with each step. After the transformation was complete Decessus shuffled his feathery wings back, the wings blending perfectly into his cloak. Just after he had finished his transformation a humanoid demon had just ran around a nearby corner, skidding to a halt when he saw Decessus. The demon took a small bow, his leathery wings stretching outwards as he did so. Decessus looked down at the demon as he waited for him to either leave or tell him something.


Standing back upright, the fifth circle demon relayed "The Lord of Summoning requires your presence, Decessus. He has great need of your abilities." . Decessus didn't move for a while after he had hlistened to the demon, contemplating on whether the demon was fooling around with him or was being genuine. He had encountered one too many naive demons that thought that they could get away with passing on a false message, wasting his valuable time. Needless to say the demons that had done so didn't do it again to him. "I shall be on my way then." Decessus coldly replied, not trusting the demon one bit. And with that he shifted into his crow form and left the demon, the small flock of crows following behind him. The little demon skittered off, his job done.


Despite the chaos going on Decessus knew where Marx was as he had done work for him before in these conditions. Any time he had been asked for assistance it was mainly for some attack or to spy on settlements, his innocent looking crow form fooling people that didn't know of him. In fact, little to no people even knew what Decessus' actual form looked like. Even after hundreds of thousands of years Decessus still managed to keep his looks a secret. Besides, it was one of his own rules that he would not reveal himself to his victims.


Spotting the first circle demon along with a couple others Decessus circled downwards, ending up on a singed stump, the only thing left of the tree. Soon enough his own little army had come by and were perched around the area, all not making a single noise as Decessus waited for Marx to finish his order to the succubus. Returning back to his masked, more human like form, Decessus stepped off of the stump, some charred shards of wood splitting off. "What is it you need from me Lord?" his feathers ruffled slightly as a low breeze picked up, scattering ashes from both buildings and people around the place.


@Destructus Kloud @sprouhtt

 

[akumashioni]

Gemwise narrowed his eyes at Eric, inflating a shiny red balloon and tying it around the boys wrist. Eric's eyes went wide and he began screaming as the balloon drifted upwards, carrying Eric towards the disgusting mouth of demon lord Kharn. 


"See Eric?!" He howled with laughter as he spoke, "We all float down here!! And you do too!" 


The balloon stopped at eye level with lord Kharn, the now screaming child dangling helplessly in front of the monster.

 

[sprouhtt]

Decthalia watched as he summoned some type of beast to his side and she honestly wondered if he ever got tired of doing so. It certainly wasn't her first time watching him do so. Decthalia listened to what he was saying and she crossed her arms in front of her chest and began tapping her foot slightly forward. "This succubi has a name Marx, if you forgot I have no problem in teaching you what my name is. Surely a big tough demon such as yourself would eliminate a person for dare speaking to you or soiling your name and for me, using the word Succubus is truly a word that not even I would use. Do I seem Lust thirty to you?" Decthalia told him as she ran her hand through her hair, tossing it over to the side and feeling as it fell back to its original place. She squinted/narrowed her eyes at him while raising her left eyebrow,"Do not think that I will be doing this for free. No demon negotiates without asking for something and I will be straight forward with you," she tells him. Decthalia was a women who got what she wanted by working for it and in order to do so she set a few guidelines for whoever was making a deal with her. "If I do this for you, you must reward me by lifting this curse off of me. This curse that binds me down and causes my very dark soul to stay caged inside with no way out." Decthalia sternly said to him as she lowered her hands down to her hips where they rested for the time being. "When I arrive there, I will see what I can do. The walls are very heavily armed with guards patrolling the area." She tells him, but Decthalia only toys with him since they both know that shes capable of taking down those guards one by one without breaking a sweat. A crow flew by and the stench of decay made Decthalia gag a bit before seeing that it was, " Decessus, pleasant to see you here." She said as she looked at him and then back up at Marx.
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@Cheryl @Destructus Kloud
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[Kloudy]

Marx the Infernal Dark Summoner
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The piercing red eyes did not move as the succubus spoke to him so informally. She was lucky Marx was so indifferent to these kind of things and that he actually needed her for something. If he were lord Kharn then this demon would have been consumed at least three times over by now, "Once you have fulfilled your purpose... At Goldenview, will you then be rewarded... You must also take this," Marx let go of some glowing red crystal and it floated towards the female demon, "and place it where their leaders reside." And that was all the Demon Lord said as he then turned to meet Decessus, the other demon for whom he had called for, "Decessus, I have need for you as well... You must accompany... Decthalia... to Goldenview. Spread sickness there... but remain undetected and await my arrival." Whilst it was a system based on loyalty and respect, Marx was not unknown for rewarding those that did not fail him and it was most certainly true that the hellish book of his could indeed achieve quite a lot in the way of their wishes, so the Demon of crows could definitely expect something in return should he succeed. Facing both of them now, Marx raised a skeletal hand and pointed directly in the direction of Goldenview, "Go now... The Great One awaits our conquest." As they had been speaking, Marx's army of demons, about 200 7th and 6th circle demons, had gathered themselves to move to the next settlement. The teeth around the Hell Maw had now begun to activate, straining as the pulled the territory below the ground and leaving a massive hole in their wake. 


@Cheryl @sprouhtt

 

[The DoomyFish]

Kharn the devourer.
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Kharn waited patently as the child floated up to his eye level. The child was terrified, Amd Kharm consoled him "Now now Erik, Don't be upset everything is ok, we are friends remember." the child looked confused, but only for a bit. moments after he spoke Kharn opened his mouth and inhaled the boy into has jaws, snapping his teeth closed the boy vanished forever and kharns laughter began echoing throughout hell yet again...
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Shanigaas.
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The demo was wrinkled her nose in disgust as she heard the Demon lords laughter. "geez why hasn't someone killed you yet." she grumbled to herself. she was in a large valley within the first circle, known as the bowl. Dust storms constantly swirled around the bowl, but Shani had grown accustomed to them, in fact it was how she stayed out of sight for most other demons. It was necessary for her since most demons who felt her low levels of demon energy assumed that destroying her would be an easy and amusing task. She seemed to zone out for a second but was brought back to reality when she saw a town decending into the hell, "I guess they are busy little bees up there now." she mused. The dust storm around her picked up intensity, and the demoness Buried her Hands in her knees to keep the sand out of her eyes...
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[Cheryl]

Decessus Clouron - The Demon of Plague and Crows


He turned his head to face Decthalia after she had spoken to him. For a couple seconds he simply stared at her, tilting his head ever so slightly. Once Marx started talking to him Decessus faced him again, not wanting to appear rude to his highers.It wasn't as if he had ever appeared to be crude or such to demons above him,but he wanted to keep his reputation with them as high as possible as he didn't know what they could do when angered. He never particularly thought about it, but whenever he did a tiny shiver would go down his spine, barely noticeable. Fpcusing his mind to what Marx was saying, Decessus was pleased to hear that he needed to start infecting others with his magic. "I will make sure that they will die a slow and painful death without ever knowing that it was I, my Lord." Decessus bowed, the tip of his silver mask almost touching the ground. "I shall do my best, my Lord." and with that Decessus turned to face Decthalia, looking down at her. Behind his mask he was glaring at her, bothered that he would have to work with a demon that was two circles below him. Normally he would leave straight away to his destination without even talking to her first, but since Marx wanted him to accompany the succubus over to the great city Decessus had no choice but to make a plan with her. "How quickly can you move? I do not want to be slowed down because of someone like you." he hissed, believing that Decthalia couldn't move that quickly. Many demons he had met were rather slow and cumbersome, and he eventually just started assuming that all demons were like that. It wasn't the best idea, but unless he could clearly tell that the monster could move at a fast pace he could only think that they could move about as quickly as a human.


@Destructus Kloud @sprouhtt

 

[sprouhtt]

Decthalia listened to him and she stayed completely still, her eyes were fixed on his. She could hear how is voice echoed throughout the place, it was rather deep and very terrifying to those who heard it. Decthalia could feel Decessus staring her down, but she didn't bother to look at him until Marx was done talking to her. "What will this crystal do?" She asked Marx as she put her hand underneath the red glowing crystal and watched as it hovered over her hand. It was very beautiful and such a strongly bright shade of red, someone would be sure to spot it from a mile away. Decthalia had a small bag in her hand, which was considered a purse or pouch if you will. It had a red lipstick, but the lipstick had a poison in it. The lipstick is made from the venom in her fangs and most refer it as the 'kiss of death,' when she applies it to her lips, and whomever she kisses dies a quick and painful death. She also had a few other small things, but other then that, she added the crystal in the pouch and pulled the string to close it at the top so that it wouldn't fall it. When Marx was done talking to her, she heard Decessus hissing at her some words but she caught a few words of what he had said. "Someone like who Decessus? I am not going to lie to you, I despise you and I always have so if I were you I would watch how you talk to me." Decthalia said in a calm voice, trying to not raise her voice. "Never underestimate me, I will prove you wrong." Decthalia told him as she turned from Decussus and looked at Marx, "We will get the job done." She tells him as she turns and walks away from Marx, but she was forgetting about Decessus. She looked over her shoulders, back at Decessus, "Now who's the one being slow?" She said to Decessus with a slight smirk and turned her head forward and started walking.


@Cheryl @Destructus Kloud

 

[akumashioni]

Gemwise clapped and danced, cackling with laughter the whole time as he watched Eric dissapear into the jowels of lord Kharn. 


The forearm of the boy, (the one tied to the balloon) fell directly at gemwise's feet. He looked down and smiled wickedly, picking up the arm and pushing it hand first down his throat, swallowing it whole. 


"So delicious if I do say so myself.." with that, gemwise took his bow before lord kharn and promised to return with more juicy morsels. 


 The dust storms hadnt ceased in over 99,000 years, gemwise despised the first circle for that very reason. He appeared suddenly behind the demon Shanigaas, slowly rising from a black and viscous pool of bubbling liquid. 


"Hi there Shani! You recognize ole gemwise don'tcha?" His eyes glowed a fierce spotlight yellow, penetrating shanigaas non existent soul.

 

[Kloudy]

Marx the Infernal Dark Summoner
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Marx did not reply to either demon as any such response would simply be superficial and unnecessary. He had no doubt that they would do their job and that was all there was to it. Bringing a dark hand up, the Demon Lord pointed his bony index and middle into the dark sky to which they then began to glow bright red as a fire kindled seemingly from nothing. Marx traced a spiral outwards with the fire that left the burning pattern hanging above him like a trail of flames, before then drawing a line across it in the direction ahead of him: the next village. He then uttered the enchanting commands to ensure his spell extended to the 200 demons that followed him, "Dfrahknl... Birrtyor... Dxijll... Fillnheim..." The fire above him grew brighter as he lowered his hand and an identical symbol materialised over each of the other demons' heads, except for Decessus and Decthalia. Immediately Marx and his small army seemed to vanish forward as if they had just been sucked into a portal, a trail of fire behind each individual that extended all the way over the horizon being the only hint that they had even been there at all.  Trailblaze, a form of Demonic fast travel that allowed one to cover great distances instantly provided there was nothing block your passage, however it is extremely noticeable as one could tell from the fire. Marx had simply granted his army this with an area of effect spell duplication enchantment around where they stood so that they also gained these effects. Marx could have instead created a dimension portal, something he had learned from Darigaas the Treacherous, to travel to his next destination, but such a complex spell was difficult to replicate over a great number of times without preparation and Marx was growing impatient. The Great One demanded the destruction of many mortal souls and Marx was always quick to oblige in the past so now would be no different. For those travelling, they would feel themselves covered in flames as the world around them blurred past. Demons had a natural affinity for fire and so this form of travel would not affect them like it would a mortal, which would be certain death. The next village was not far away and the Trailblaze would only last for a reason seconds from the viewpoint of the traveller. Back at the previous village, the HellMaw had made much progress to pull the settlement into the ground and soon it would be immortalised, bathed in the unholy flames of Hell. 


@Cheryl @sprouhtt

 

[Cheryl]

Decessus Clouron - The Demon of Plague and Crows


It didn't bug Decessus when the succubus told him how much she despised him. The feathery demon knew that he wasn't popular with the demons that were in a lower circle, he had always treated them like scum. He had worked with 6th circle and 5th circle demons before and so far they had only disappointed him, even after thousands of years. Decessus had always worked best on his own without the disturbance of others that wanted to complete a task in a different way from his, which had almost always been to take out the leader in order to make the settlement or whatever it was to go into a panic. If the mission wasn't to take out a village of some kind then it would usually be to either escort, find or to spy on some humans, and those would always end up with both him and the demon he had been ordered to work with torturing the person or just plain storming the place, an ide that Decessus absolutely hated. Of course, he had had some good experiences when the demon would simply follow his plan, but those were few and far between.


Decessus had never known Decthalia before, but he already knew that he wasn't going to enjoy working with her to prepare the attack on Goldenview. She appeared to be too cocky for her own good, saying that he underestimated her. If she was so powerful, why wasn't she a second circle demon or perhaps even first circle? Decessus simply brushed off the warning as some attempt from her to try and intimidate him. He wasn't easily intimidated, especially with threats coming from someone like Decthalia. Chuckling, sound much more like an odd clicking sound, Decessus crouched down as he prepared to take off back into his crow form.


Just as he leapt into the air, smoothly shifting into an ebony crow, Marx and his army had teleported off using trailblaze, momentarily surprising him from the sudden lack of sounds. There were only the flickering of the flames that filled the air. Decessus started flying ahead of Decthalia, his followers following closely behind. He didn't even bother to look back at the succubus as he  glided through the air. If she wanted to speak with him then she would have to catch up to the crow that was up in the air. Besides, Decessus wouldn't be able to speak with her even if he wanted to. All of the sounds that he could currently make were just like the typical crow noise, some caws and screeches. He didn't plan on changing back until they reached Goldenview, well out of sight from the humans there.


@sprouhtt @Destructus Kloud 

 

[sprouhtt]

Decthalia didn't need to put up with his annoyance. She already knew what he thought of her and if it wasn't for her powers being closed off because of a curse she would have already been a third or even second circle member but no, she was stuck in the fifth circle. It wasn't here fault, her father was the one that did so and before he died she had asked him to take the spell off and all he did was laugh in her face. Her father was a third circle member before he had died thousands of years ago. She wandered through Hell looking for people to lift this curse off of her and she even did experimental spells on herself where she was locked in the castle for months trying to lift the curse off but all she did was hurt herself to a point where she was bedridden. Decthalia watched as Decessus flew in the air with his crow minions, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I cannot put up with these childish games, I am getting too old for this." She said as she shook her head one last time and watched as he went faster and faster. "We are supposed to be working as a team, and this is what he does." Decthalia stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes as she breathed in. A pair of dark black wings that was covered in such a dark and strong shade of black that you'd think it was a black hole into another dimension. Decthalia leaned her head back as she took another breath in and kicked off from the ground and flapped her wings gently but strongly in the air as she stayed afloat. A couple of demons below were looking at her but she paid no attention. She cupped her hands together and concentrated as she recited an ancient chant in her native tongue,"Seilehmelo akklah ishilm pandilalo..." She said this about three times before a glowing white and blue ball that was glowing in the palm of her hand and when she opened her eyes she expanded the glowing ball to a size that could allow her to fit into it. This was an ancient way of getting a portal, but it was the most effective way without causing any attractions or sound when you wanted to go through it. It was a good inch or two away from her and she flew into the portal. This wasn't her first time going through this portal, she used it about two or three times and the others time she normally used this mirror that allowed her to teleport into both worlds. It was passed down to her when her father had passed and it held great sentimental feelings to her since her mother was the one that gave her father the mirror as a present to show her love to him. It took her about a couple of seconds before she was in the human realm. What she liked about the portal was that it gave her a chance to change her appearance and scent. A demon such as herself would be detected in seconds by the smell that she had carried into the realm. As she went through, her wings went away and her hair got just a bit longer and she looked to be wearing black skin-tight pants, black knee-high boots, and a pretty revealing top that had shades of black and red. When she was finally out of the portal, it dispersed and made her end up in a small room that seemed to be a tavern-hotel type of place. When walked out of the room she made way downstairs and outside. "Decessus has his plans and I have mine," she tells herself as she exits the tavern. Decthalia was very annoyed at him that he would purposely leave her, but she wasn't going to let him throw her off.


Without the hat

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@Cheryl

 

[The DoomyFish]

Shanigaas
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The voice sent chills up her spine and she turned to face the Demon Gemwise with obvious disgust. "Yeah your the favorite Lackey of the Fat lout lord Kharn, what in the circles to you want?" she said spitting the words at him. She held No personal hatred for the clown, but he was the servant of her fathers killer which ment she had no warm feelings towards him either.
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[akumashioni]

Gemwise laughed mockingly, "ohhhhhh I was your daddy's favorite lacky as well." He took a long and grandiose bow before straghtening himself up and smiling wide at the demon.


"poor old gemwise needs your help Shani..." he reached out and took her hand, cradling it in his  own two hands. 


"We are gonna kill that fat fuck Kharn, and you're going to help me because you want revenge for your daddy." He snickered a bit and caught himself, "I want revenge for darigaaz as well. Kharn ate him before poor gemwise was able to be rewarded for his good work. Poor, poor old gemwise just wants his true masters return."

 

[The DoomyFish]

Shanigaas
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She was taken aback by the clowns response, not many would claim to want a demo lord dead, least of all their second in command. Sntching her hand from his grasp she Furrowed her brow, "how am I supposed to know you aren't lying? you could be luring me into a trap." She hated the position she was in now, Sure she didn't have to worry about him trying to kill her, but that didn't mean she didn't wish she could smash his head open. "Plus I'm no warrior, how can I help you Kill Fatass the Demon blob?"
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Gemwise made a scolding gesture, wagging his finger at her as you would a child who had done something silly. 


"Now now, no need to be so rude to poor old gemwise, he has a plan don't you see? Lardflap the butter king will fall." He took a moment to sigh and imagine kharns death, smiling slightly to himself. "And as for trusting me? Well... I've given you no reason not to trust me so far, and besides, what could possibly harm you anyways? You have nothing to lose.... but a daddy to gain..."


he happily pulled a balloon from nowhere, blowing it up and tying a string around it. The balloon read simply, "shani."


gemwise held it out to her, pantomime giggling behind his hand which he used to hide his mouth, which was salivating at the thought of his plans coming to fruition.