[BATTLE] AZRAEL VS THANATOS

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AZRAEL vs. THANATOS
ROUND 3 - FIGHT!
TRIGGER WARNING - violence, murder

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How long has he been laying there? On the stone ground with his face pressed against the cold, unfeeling rock? His body is beginning to grow cold from the feeling of death that hangs over the city, and the lack of movement from his body. His shoulder is dislocated, and he sees no way to pop it in given his current state. The pain has driven him past his knees, and now to the point of masquerading as a harmed civilian that chose the wrong day to dress as a reaper of death.

Was it wrong, or was it really…

…right?

He wonders vaguely, taking his absent and lifeless thoughts and giving them a voice for the first time in his twisted mind after minutes of silence. He knows he has killed far more people today alone than he has in his entire life. After nineteen years, and only four spent in the shadows of the living… he almost chuckles at the thought with vague amusement, but winds up coughing instead, his black-cloaked form curling more against the ground as the air is harshly clawing at his windpipe when it escapes him. The white skull-mask on his face scrapes the rock and groans some in complaint before the boy stills.

It’s quite a record…

”Haxorus…” he calls out weakly to the pokemon he knows is too far to hear him. His voice is clouded as his thoughts are by the pain of his useless limb. ”…take it down…what’s taking so long?” The murderer picks his head up, straining to keep it upright and look past the rubble that lies between there and here, trying to see if his pokemon has failed in its mission or is just dilly-dallying.

”Bring that Department Store down!” It’s a growl that leaves him as his body slumps back against the earth. He has calculated each move for this day. There’s no real order in what he’ll do. Just destroy. To take away what the people hold dear, what they look up to when they want to think of home.

To take away the few things they hold as a representation of their lives in this city.

Thanatos will take away that hope and smear it across the ground, mixing it with the blood of those that were too foolish to escape in a finely prepared presentation for whatever side claims the city as victory after this blood battle.

First the Magnet Train… He begins to recall his current victories of the day.

Blocks away, down by the Department Store, the Haxorus finally defeats its opponent. It’s a small distraction, yes, and it has left him with some burns to think about. But, that is nothing. He will complete his order. He will obey Master. The Dragon-type has shaken the earth and foundation of the massive building twice now with Earthquake. The glass has shattered. The screams of people in and around the monument in this city could be heard. Then in the fight one corner of the bottom floor was demolished with a Brick Break.

…then the Radio Tower…

The beast looks to and fro, nervous to move now for fear the building will come down on top of it if it does what it knows it needs to do to fulfill Master’s wish. It swallows and plants its feet in the ground, allowing the black-armored tail behind it to take on a subtle glow.

…and next the Game Corner…

A crack snaps the Haxorus from its concentration. The ground split by Earthquake reached out for the walls, splitting those as well and even scraping its fingers of breaking power up to the roof. The structure of the building is far from sound.

This next move will do it.

…then the Global Trade Center…

Dark eyes flash and the pokemon lets out a roar, throwing back its head as it prepares itself one last time. The claws on its feet score the earth as it leaps forward, to gain momentum for this last move. It runs, charging head-first for the next (and last) corner. The pokemon leaps into the air feet from the wall it would have plowed into, spinning around and slamming its well-muscled tail against the corner, shattering the bricks with a Brick Break that hold the two walls together, and the second floor up.

The pokemon wastes no time in landing and running from what is yet to come. It doesn’t even look back to see its work. The sound can tell him it all. The sound of the wall between the two destroyed corners breaking splits the air, cracking across the remote quiet that previously existed like the cracks against the walls. The bricks no longer stand against their breaking bonds. They crumble beneath the pressure of the skyscraper coming down atop it and the damage.

The wall breaks outward, and the sound of ripping metal screams across the air, like the thunder of the storm of death that rained down on the city in blood.

…and last so far the Department Store.

The once-glorious building has been weakened to the point where it can no longer stand. The foundation was broken and the leg it leaned on so heavily is shattered irreplaceably in half. Gas lines that ran through the whole building rupture into the skyscraper as the building shifts. The leaking sound can be heard to those on the ground around it.

It leans.

Electric wires fray as they snap when it leans too far, breaking the protective plastic wax that keeps the dangerous charges out of the air. The frayed metal sparks.

Kaboom. Kaboom! KABOOM!

Explosions up the entire length of the building are heard before they are seen, the gas combining with electrical sparks to blow out each floor of the building, shattering what walls were left between the windows that had already fallen victim to the terrorism of the teenager laying only blocks away.

The metal sides of the building break completely now, unable to withstand any more punishment brought upon it on this day. It leans faster, and faster, and faster. The foundation that vainly attempted to keep it rooted breaks up as bricks rip apart like skin being cut into with a jagged knife.

Fuck. Thanatos turns his face to the ground as he realizes the cloud of smoke and dust that will flare his way like a gale of winter wind.

The building falls its final length, crashing to the ground.

The noise heard by its destruction cannot be described by any human or pokemon that hears it. The sight itself cannot be described either.

The great Department Store that made Goldenrod so famous…

Thanatos’ mouth splits into a wicked, sick, and twisted grin as the anguished cries of the injured and dying mourn for what was just lost.

…it has fallen.

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TAGS Cathycake as Azrael COUNT 1,140 NOTES the department store comes down // let's get this show on the road // FUCK YEAH 100^TH POST

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[azrael]

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0]even the sun sets in paradise. azrael sat on sleipinir's back as the dragon glided silently through the air. he sipped calmly at a bottle of iced tea as they flew, one hand threading through reginleif's fur. the city was not nearly as silent, the sound of buildings exploding and collapsing to the ground was practically deafening. he closed his eyes, letting the salamence take him wherever. reginleif sat at attention beside him, sharp eyes scanning the area below. the sun was already setting, elongating all the stark shadows creeping up other buildings, before they curled and dwindled like their purpose for existance. "even the bleakest battlefield has its own aesthetic beauty." azrael said softly, eyes slowly opening. sleipinir seemed to be following the trail of destruction, flying until they were directly over a man on his knees in pain. "head down." azrael said, paying attention now. the white stripes in his hair was easily recognizable from the reports he'd had to file before in the league. this was the man of destruction he'd heard about. pause. (you do not fight for yourself, azrael, you should fight for lux. kill the man and defend goldenrod. that is what is right.) yeah, well fuck you. play. the gears in azrael's mind began to shift as he descended, jumping off as sleipinir swooped in between the man and the smoke to give a mighty swing of his wings. the smoke blew away in the opposite direction, creating a parabolic shape to shield the stranger. "seems like you could use a hand there." azrael greeted, kneeling down beside the man. he presented himself carefully, making sure to keep a relaxed stance. nothing to give him away as lux, as it would surely get him killed. the way that thanatos's arm hung limp gave azrael a clue as to what was wrong. "let me fix that." he was suddenly glad that xander had told him to learn up on medicine. placing a hand gently on thanatos's shoulder, he carefully manouvered the joint around, pushing back until it suddenly jolted with a pop! and was relocated carefully. azrael took a step back, reginleif padding around his ankles. "my name's ragnarok. pleasure." he smirked, offering thanatos a hand to pull him up to his feet again. "i'm going to assume you're not one of those lux bastards either by the way you're wrecking the city." he turned to look at the wreckage, flames lighting up their faces as the crackling fell into his mind. pause. (this is the misery, this is what took away your parents and put you in so many homes without a family, without friends, without anyone you can count on. this is what) shut up. play. "come on. let's get this party started, shall we?" rewind. (no, this isn't right. you should feel something. thousands of people surely have died, and you are just going to kill more? this is not right. you are not right. you should feel bad. you should hear the sorrow singing, the way the women are screaming out for help, pleading for you to stop. the men defending their families only for everyone to get shot because of people like this. you are befriending the enemy. you are a sick, sick man. no worse than your damn father) fast forward. they were on the main street, although there wasn't much left on there now. azrael stared straight into the flames licking at the building debris as he threw out the pokeball. "join the party." a camerupt erupted from the beam of red light, stomping on the ground as it gave a loud roar. "let loose with fissure and light up the night with eruption." he turned to thanatos quickly, offering a hand as he jumped up onto the salamence. "get on if you don't have your own ride." whether thanatos came with azrael was of minimal concern. he waited an appropriate amount of time before taking to the sky, reginleif secure with him. he looked down at the camerupt, inhaling slowly as he watched. the beast raised a hoof, before it came crashing down on the ground. and then, it was as if the earth itself was screaming. with a massive creak, a gigantic crack opened up in the ground. azrael watched as the tar road cracked like a desert floor before opening up. the shadows shot up faster than azrael liked, spreading down the road like a manic disease. goldenrod would no longer be one when the camerupt was done. another stomp shook the ground, and the crack sprinted down the street, splitting the street in an ugly black line, smaller cracks threading out from the bigger one. pause. (you're a sick, sick man) play. (you just cracked goldenrod city in half) play. (you're supposed to be protecting the city) play. (defending it against the nox) play, god damnit. azrael's eyes watched liquid fire pluming out from the camerupt's back, before tearing his sight away to look at thanatos. "say, do you have any water pokemon? there's something i've always wanted to try." [/style]

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Is there such a thing as paradise?

Thanatos views the world on his side. Everything is flipped to match his gaze, as though the city he’s fallen upon with an iron will and unquenchable thirst for destruction and pain has bowed to his knees, even changing how it stands on the face of this planet for its terrorist. The cloud of dust that flew up with the collapse of the building that shook the earth more than the most vicious earthquake has passed. Now there’s smoke pluming above the heads of the civilians that cry in the streets at Thanatos’ work, claiming it in a chorus of their voices to be cruel damnation.

Their Strife and my Retribution… he finds himself smiling behind his mask, relishing in their pain. It fills his body with a feeling he’s incapable of recognizing.

Is it happiness?

No, he’s not happy. Thanatos is never happy.

Is it satisfaction?

….perhaps.

He recedes from the new world he has helped create into the dark corners of his mind. A conscience takes the form of a Protector in his mind, standing off to the right. ”Why do you do this?” it asks him, turning its faceless body to look inside him. He can feel it, a burning feeling in the back of his mind, as though it’s trying to punish him for doing what he wants. It is the thing everybody is born with. It is something that helps society remain free of chaos of the masses. I do it because I can. He responds, beginning an internal conflict. ”What do you gain from this?”

Thanatos wants to roll his eyes, to shove away the annoying thing within his mind that has been there since he was a child, first plotting to kill his father.

His yellow eyes snap open behind his mask at the sound of a voice. A human voice. The grip of the terrorist fastens tightly around the gun strapped against his chest. He is ready to whip the weapon out at any given moment and empty a full cartridge of bullets into the unfortunate man that has stepped foot this close to him. A growl begins to form in his throat like that of a wounded animal when he’s approached.

”AGH!” The pain is upon him before he can comprehend what had happened. His shoulder burned with ferocious fire that seemed to be more than pain. His eyes watered, hidden from view from anything around him. The fingers inside his trench coat twitched. They can move. He tests his new theory by clasping the hand of the young man that helped him. It’s relocated. His arm is far from healed, but he’s no longer handicapped by the injury he brought upon himself.

The teenager draws himself to his full height, looking down upon the ‘savior’ of his pain. ”Moros.” His voice is muffled, and has a strange ring to it because of the mask coating his face. ”I am not Lux.” He says nothing to indicate if his savior, this ‘Ragnarok’, is right or wrong about the destruction. He shouldn’t care anyway.

”You should care.”

You again?

Thanatos stares at Ragnarok silently through the deep, black pits of eyeholes in the mask that shadow over his face, hiding the true color of his eyes like soulless pits. A silent nod is all the reaction he gets.

”Yes me.”

What the hell do you want?

A twisted smile pulls across Thanatos’ face at the sight of the main street of Goldenrod being turned into something unwalkable. He’s stepped upon the back of the Salamence without using the time to draw forth his own, taking up the young man on the ride. They were in the air before the earth beneath them yawned apart by the force of the two commanded attacks. Who knew such an ugly pokemon could contain such power?

”Why do you do this?”

His hands raise to his temples as they rise through the air, massaging the blood vessels on the sides of his head to urge the annoying voice from his childhood out of his system like he’s done so many times. I already answered that. Because I can. He curls his lip as it continues. Normally he’s shut his conscience up by now, as years of practice have warranted him the incredible feat of being able to ignore it and shut out any guiding light it may try to lure him into.

”You still haven’t answered me from earlier.”

He grits his teeth and almost speaks his answer. Why now, of all times, would his conscience show up on his right shoulder? Where was his forceful spite to burn it away from his darkened, depraved mind? I do it because I can. I gain nothing. I feel something strange when I watch people get hurt from my hand. Humans are useless creatures that have never deserved to live upon this earth. Seeing the things they held so precious crumble before them breaks their hearts and minds, and the lost voices that escape into the air is all the satisfaction I need to continue doing what I do. I need no reason.

The voice is silent, and the street below him begins to melt from the intense heat spewed from the back of the pokemon

What, no moral justice you have to force upon my pathetic excuse for a life? No divine words you have in a last-ditch effort to save me from myself?

”…”

Have you given up?

Thanatos hears Ragnarock ask a question and he knows the answer, but there’s nothing he says right now. His attention is too taken. He delays seconds to continue – and finish - his conversation prior to answering the owner of the Salamence upon which he sits.

”…what are you…?”

Thanatos almost laughs out loud, and does within his mind. It is a harsh, bitter sound that holds no regard for those aside from itself. You tell me that. You’re supposed to be my conscience, after all. You’re supposed to know everything about me.

He is answered with silence. He takes the opportunity to focus on his conscious life rather than what takes place within his mind. ”Yes.”

It’s a simple answer. He feels he could answer more clearly through showing rather than speaking. He uses his newly-relocated arm to grab the pokeball from within his cloak and sends it towards the ground, between two houses similar to the first time he summoned the massive pokemon. Energy alights from the ball and descends upon the ground like swords from the heavens. People scream as it takes form, expanding outwards. They run in fear as the massive pokemon takes color. Blue. Thanatos’ Wailord has returned to the battle.

The pokemon crushes houses and people that didn’t get away beneath it’s massive body as it lets out a low, but loud wail of being released on something so uncomfortable.

”What do you want it to do?”

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TAGS Cathycake as Azrael COUNT 1,161 NOTES time to destroy stuff // THE NEXT ONE WILL BE SHORTER I PROMISE

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[azrael]

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0]it is only humanity seeking that which it cannot achieve, perfection. ice, azrael is ice. cold teal eyes fixed on thanatos, an unfeeling smirk curling his lips upward. there was something to be said about the way he functioned, everything was like ice. his gaze slid to the wailord destroying things just by being there. excellent. "ullr." azrael threw out a pokeball, smiling with a volcarona flew out, soaring up high, before returning to their level. "you'll catch on to what i want to do quickly enough, moros. just fuel my fire." he turned to ullr. "hurricane." the volcarona turned around, a delighted buzz filling the air. the bug expanded, taking in a deep breath, before its wings burst into a frenzy. air was whipped all around, fierce winds kicking up. a satellite dish errantly broke off and slammed into a man, sending him off his feet. the wailord would be perfect if they could create an actual hurricane. they were right by the water, so it could last for a short period of time. azrael looked over to the camerupt. lava was continually erupting from the pokemon's back, sinking into the fissure in the earth. he caught a brief glimpse of the crack, and saw that the underground was right beneath it. the lava was pouring in, and the fissure went right through the underground path. it was no more. this shouldn't be as pleasing as it was. azrael returned the camerupt to the pokeball, the hurricane would be bad for him. they flew through the winds, reginleif firing ice beams at the buildings as they passed. even she had some frustrations she had to take out sometimes. as they flew, azrael spotted something that was still standing. the gym. something that could be goldenrod's shining pride and joy. whitney's pride and joy. something of the olden days. (you're sick) you sound like a broken record. play. azrael pulled out two more pokeballs, tapping sleipinir's back. the salamence descended quickly, the wind whipping up harsher than before. it was beginning to get difficult to fly through the raging storm, even moreso when the water would begin. they landed beside the gym, taking cover by a nearby building. "snorta and hel, release your rage and tear the gym to pieces. leave nothing left standing." a hydreigon and garchomp appeared outside the gym, eyes glowing red as they let their primal need to destroy consume them. immediately, garchomp hurtled into the gym, fins glowing as they began to slice through everything they could get to. snorta was flying from the top, breathing crackling flames down at the gym. everything began to melt and crumble down, and once the gym was done, they would move on to bigger things. their raw need to destroy would bring down much of goldenrod before they become confused. it was a bit of a hassel, but definitely worth it. (you set your fucking garchomp and fucking hydreigon on the fucking gym and they are fucking ruining fucking goldenrod) language. and yes, i'm well aware thank you for the update. "sleipinir." azrael returned the salamence to its pokeball, turning to thanatos. he rather liked that the other was requesting what azrael would want him to do, rather than the other way around. courtesy was always appreciated. "now then, what is it you're fond of? besides the destruction you're already managed, moros." his foot brushed against a dead body, and another almost dead man who desperately grabbed at his ankle. azrael looked down at pleading eyes with his own cold teal, feeling nothing as he kicked the hand away. the light faded from his eyes as he died, but the plea for help did not. [/style]

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Nothing is perfect. The world is not perfect. It will never be perfect. But that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.

The sensation of the battle raging around them would have been overwhelming for a lesser man. Not that Thanatos was much of a man anyway...at least, apparently not anymore in the eyes of his conscience. ”You are a demon!”

Oh, you’re angry.

That was an obvious statement from Thanatos. The conscience was silent once more and allowed Thanatos to work. The cloaked teenager understands what Ragnarok wants to do. It’s not that hard given the move he commands his bug to execute. The bug is the same as the once Thanatos has in his storage unit in another place. It’s something that has the potential to destroy a great number of things. And the move it was commanded was exactly the one needed.

”Wailord.” he raises his voice to be heard over the wind whipping up. It’s sharp and cold, just like the ice that dripped from Ragnarok’s persona. He knows the pokemon can hear him even from this distance. ”Give us a Water Spout.”

The pokemon seems to groan in complaint. It curls away from its terrible master and the servant pokemon he sits on next to another man no better than himself. However, it knows it cannot refuse an order from Master. It knows it must obey. It will not be at peace with itself if it disobeys.

A light blue glow encases its body, growing brighter by the second in a concentrated spot about the area of its blowhole. The vortex of wind that has almost completed awaits the extra power that will be added to it. There will be the most power here and now, as the Wailord has not suffered any damage in this battle. Water bursts forth from the gullet of the pokemon, streaming upwards in a high-pressured blast to the Hurricane formed.

The damage dealt will be far greater than any move could do single-handedly. The moves combine and nothing but destruction can await the combination. Suffering.


”You are no better than your father!”

Thanatos feels rage swell within his mind. You dare compare me to that worthless shit! I am so much better than him! I’ve actually done something with my life!

The rage is pressed aside and channeled into more commands for this terrorist’s game. ”Now, Defense Curl!” He commands the pokemon and it happily obeys, rolling onto its side and breaking houses beneath its bulk as it rolls into a protective ball, clasping its tail between its baleen teeth, raising its defense in case debris was blown its way. He will repeat here, in the Northeastern portion of Goldenrod what he did to the Northwest. It will be flattened.

The Wailord will take all the Blame, but Thanatos’ pride.

”…”

If you have something to say, spit it out.

The voice knows it’s true.

Thanatos ducks behind one of the few, still-standing buildings after the Salamence lands, taking cover from the vicious wind and water about to tear through the once-majestic city. Thanatos sees the silhouette of a familiar pokemon, and he keeps his expressionless eyes on it until it comes clearer, through the smoke that is still pluming outwards from the destroyed Department Store. His Haxorus is alive after all, having made it through the destruction.

”Follow them.” he says simply, pointing after its two brother dragons that have headed for the Gym, possibly the last building to resemble a city worth living in. ”Outrage.” The pokemon sneezes, dust flying from its black body and it takes off at a charge for the Gym. It moves across the ground with purpose.

With need.

Its Outrage has settled, and its eyes have turned red with the ferocity of its urge. Of its craving for destruction. It has no qualms now. The instinct it discovered within itself is flaring still, and it flings itself at the glass doors of the gym to get inside.

To charge right through and destroy.

It will complete this job faster than it could the last one.

It must make it up to Master.

”I enjoy making people suffer.” It was a simple answer. He would tolerate Ragnarok’s presence for now. He felt he was just being used to add to the chaos the other was causing. So long as he gets his license to destroy, Thanatos is content with the presence of someone else…even moreso since that someone helped fix his shoulder, though it’s nowhere near normal.

”I enjoy satisfying myself.”

”Your father was a demon. You are his spawn. The spawn of a demon. Judging by this…you’re worse than your father.”

Thanatos’ eyebrows raise. Fire consumes the conscience that clearly fades from existence. At least for now.

”You are death.”

Thanatos has become fire.

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0]suicidal in a beautiful world. wondrous. azrael looked out at the hurricane, pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach. he watched the storm clouds darken, winds forming not only a horrid typhoon, but an actual storm cloud forming as well. droplets rained down on the ruined city, almost strong enough to douse the raging inferno. smoke darkened the sky, blocking out the warm sunlight. it was a bleak battlefield. beauty at its finest. azrael knelt down to reginleif, a hand stroking her fur gently. "thunderbolt." he whispered. the feline padded backwards, muscles tensing. it gave a mighty cry, body sparking as it lit up the sky. electricity stormed straight into the hurricane, and sparks of power began to flow through the massive cloud. and now, it was finished. this was art. his art. teal eyes slanted a look to gold ones, a sadistic smile twisting azrael's expression. it was in this moment that nothing mattered, in this moment that the fire could not be calmed, in this moment where fire and ice would move in harmony. thunder shook the terrain, a massive sound booming through the city. when the lightning lit up the pitch black sky, it would become the scene that azrael would remember for the rest of his life. "give me your satisfaction." azrael whispered, mouthing so softly there was no way thanatos could have heard him. the storm was raging, a fierce opponent in the city. water was already beginning to flood through the streets, some pouring into the rubble that was the underground. he turned away to watch the storm heading south, winds tearing roofs off their buildings."give me everything of yours, thanatos. let me break you apart piece by piece until you are wholly mine." (you don't care if goldenrod is wiped off the map as long as you have connections) someone once said it was for the glory of lux. i am merely following through. shut up and let me do it my way, cunt. (you called yourself a cunt) play. "come then, moros." azrael watched as the dragons continued to ravage the gym, only the foundation of the building was still standing. there would be nothing left, nothing left of johto's pride that was goldenrod. it would be one of the worst battles in history. azrael vaguely wondered in he should be concerned about a woman screaming mere feet from him. he glared at her through narrowed eyes, the calm in the storm. she sent him a terrified expression, before a gigantic chunk of debris crushed her body like it was a withering daisy. and one by one they fell. "let me see how you go about causing suffering. show me your art." (you're not human) [when the audio fails to play, simply break it] the crack of azrael's mindset wasn't audible. everything was in his head, but it would be in his head that he would reside for much longer. he had no use for broken records. azrael threw away his concept of his own humanity, left it for dead and joined thanatos. for the glory of lux. [/style]

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[thanatos]

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The beautiful world to be stained by blood on this day.

The wind and water combined from the efforts of both of their pokemon and Thanatos stands rigidly as he watches the power of their efforts break a city apart at its roots. There are scream. Babies are crying. People are dying. The whole thing…it’s a level of concentration that even Thanatos fears he cannot comprehend. The storm that they had literally crafted from their own hands was raging through Goldenrod, breaking it bit by bit as Thanatos had pictured so wonderfully in his mind. His work of art was being painted into something akin to a masterpiece.

And the conscience is gone.

Thanatos smiles behind his mask, and he tucks his hands within his trench coat, contemplating what to pull from the depths of blackness to unleash upon the city with a merciless anger that nothing stands against. His eyes are cold as the petite pokemon before him lets loose electricity into the magnificent storm brewing before him and claiming Goldenrod into its funnel like a rabid beast.

The symphony Thanatos had directed earlier with his own pokemon was nothing compared to this. Now this was an orchestra, moving in perfect harmony from two people that had never before met each other. The sounds they caused upon this earth echo in his mind. He clutches a pokeball within his jacket as he makes his decision.

He ignores what Ragnarok says with little care of if it was something vitally important or not. Though he worked with someone here and now, he always worked alone. He did things how he wanted.

”Gyarados.” The pokeball flashes out in his pale palm before slamming against the ground. The pokemon is formed by energy as it is released from the binds that keep it held within the pokeball. Thanatos crouches as he contemplates jumping upon the beast before deciding against it. The red Gyarados within takes form and rears up, its fanged mouth hanging open in a scream of a cry it lets out.

”Gyarados!” He gets the pokemon’s attention, and it looks to him.

Master has summoned him once again to this pathetic ruin that once stood beautiful only a short time ago when he was last here. What has happened?

Did Master happen?

Did others join in the rain (reign) of blood (terror) on this day?

”Let us see a Fire Blast!” The pokemon’s head twists and turns, the rock-hard scales clacking against each other as it summons forth a breath of scorching temperatures that would only be able to burn. Nothing good could come of its next move.

The beast (monster) rears its head back and breathes fire (death) upon the rooftops that still remain. A burst of fire so intense it makes Thanatos sweat just standing beneath it flies from the Atrocious Pokemon’s mouth. It razes the rooftops of the buildings that have still stood so bravely against the destruction of their home.

Now though, they will fall, along with the entire southeastern quarter of the city that will no longer remain once Master’s plan is complete.

The fire takes shape and burns the buildings, the flames so intense that it even melts the mould that holds the bricks together, crumbling the structures with pitiful pitter-patter of breaking bonds and structure.

Just like this society.

They break apart.

Then they fall.

Building begin to fall from the intense heat melting what binds them together once so strongly.

Thanatos eyes the water that rushes through the city thanks to the Hurricane around them. So far, they are safe.

He hears a scream and turns his gaze to an old woman who is crushed before him. The splatter of blood is audible as the life is squeezed from her aged body, the vital organs that made her function not even a minute ago now paints itself as gore across the ground, her body destroyed along with so much else.

Thanatos smirks (grins) at the scene (pain) before him.

An old man approaches the hand that sticks out still from beneath the rubble. He appears to be crying. He seems to not see the boys and the pokemon next to him.

Perhaps (definitely) she was his lover (wife).

What is it like to feel the loss of somebody you love?

Thanatos finds himself unable to answer that question. He steps around Ragnarok and the Gyarados that has closed its jaws to swallow, finishing scorching the rooftops of so many buildings. ”Gyarados, move southeast. Then use your imagination.” It growls and turns its back on Master, obliging.

Thanatos stands silently next to the old man until he falls to his knees, looking up to the teenager that appears as a reaper next to him. He turns his tearful face to Thanatos, begging for help or some other kind gesture.

His pleas fall on deaf ears as Thanatos steps on his hand. One finger breaks. The man cries out and uses his free hand to clutch at Thanatos’ ankle, attempting to push him off.

Gyarados has stopped moving and curls its body up, preparing to loose a devastating attack.

Another finger snaps. A more anguished cry comes from the old man.

Jaws close together and it focuses on what to do.

The third finger snaps. The man screams this time, begging more for Thanatos to stop.

Its mouth opens and a blue-white beam of pure, freezing energy rockets straight for the roofs of more and more houses.

The fourth finger snaps and the man drops to the ground, wailing, eyes against the pavement as he tries to cry the pain away.

The Ice Beam hits, spreading atop the roof, and beginning to make the jump from one house to the next.

The fifth finger is broken. Thanatos hears no more as he steps back before raising his leg in a swift motion. He’s surprisingly flexible for his physique, as his foot comes above his head before he drops his heel upon the back of the old mans neck, breaking it with a swift snap. The man lays still, eyes still alight with the life that was there, but fighting with the privilege to exist.

No more.

The light fades. He can hear houses breaking in the distance from the ice weighing them down. He blinks once and re-adjusts his mask to sit over his face. He approaches Ragnarok and speaks. ”We should get to higher ground.” The floodwaters are starting to pour into the south of the city.

If they don’t move sooner rather than later, they will be swept away like Goldenrod City.

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TAGS Cathycake as Azrael COUNT 1,100 NOTES ...oops // Gyarados rampaging SE Goldenrod, Wailord and Haxorus will come up next postie

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[azrael]

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0]yet stained glass is a fine artwork. there has to be something said about this. azrael watches the tears streaming down the old man's face, can't bring himself to turn away, can't bring himself to move. clairconwayvenusxanderslothwrathenvyprideeveryone would he do that? do that to them? (sick beast, not shedding a tear for anyone just taking taking reaping killing not feeling) i thought i threw you away. azrael glanced at thanatos. a small part of him wanted to simply stay standing there, wait until the water washed him away. drowned him and blended him into the hard concrete, wait until his blood washed down the drain with countless others. wait for his body to decay into a skeleton, no longer lay ruin to the city. his scream was deafening in his head, but a silent smile to the world. "we should." azrael agreed, careful masquerade not falling for a second. he looked around, eyes taking in the sight. goldenrod was almost levelled, where was there that was higher ground? "sleipinir can take us to the northern end of town, the opposite direction of where the hurricane is headed." the salemence flew over, landing with a soft pat that only reginleif could hear. "come on." azrael stepped onto slepinir's back, the delcatty leaping up beside him. she nudged him gently, and he nodded. taking off to the sky, reginleif leaned over the edge. a white ball of cool energy formed at her jaw, before jagged bolts of ice were fired downward. the ice beam froze a path as they flew, some bodies caught in the ice. then something caught azrael's eye. the ice had frozen a child's head. he kicked and flailed, struggling to break through the solid blocking his airway. azrael could practically hear the plea for help, the high pitched cry for mommy. mommy. (mommy's not here anymore azzy baby) he struggled not to scream again. (let daddy hold you close azzy come here into daddy's arms) go to hell. a hand theraded through azrael's hair, frustrated. "flamethrower!" azrael screamed, needing to make his voice audible over the orchestrated hurricane. immediately as they flew, the salamence expelled a massive stream of fire, heat blazing through the sky as the flames lit the rubble and debris. they were heading higher and higher, destination: above the clouds. ullr was most likely still there, the conductor behind the magic of it all. darkness engulfed azrael's sight for a moment before peace washed over them. azrael looked to the eye of the storm, seeing ullr hovering there. he could feel the heat, realizing that the volcarona had used heat wave to increase the power of the hurricane even further. he raised ullr quite well. "what do you feel?" azrael asked softly, now that the noise was no longer pounding through his ears. "what is it that is going through your mind?" he was curious, what was it that thanatos thought of when ruining a city? levelling it to the ground until there was nothing left. [/style]

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[thanatos]

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Fractured, though, it is even finer.

Ice crackles menacingly as it spreads out from its point of impact, Gyarados’ red eyes follow the freezing attack as it looses from its own mouth. Pillars of ice branch across the open passages between bridges between houses it is destroying. If the people have not evacuated, they are sure to die. The Ice Beam spares no victims of its power, particularly humans. Once six houses have been practically encased in ice like a clear, cold coffin, the Gyarados stops its assault and draws back to admire its handiwork, the fins on the side of its face twitching with vague amusement.

Thanatos moves silently, hopping upon the Salamence’s back once more in a swift motion.

As they fly north, and over where his Gyarados can hear them, he commands his pokemon. ”Finish here, tell Wailord to move!” Given the fight of the day, the pokemon knew what card to play.

The Gyarados throws up its head and roars into the sky, a deafening sound that causes even Thanatos to scrabble for his ears, clawing at the side of his head until he can protect his delicate eardrums for a sound so loud and vicious. The sound rips between the buildings as though it’s being channeled. It’s the only way it can survive to be heard by its partner Wailord over the Hurricane its partner helped to create.

Join!

It’s one word, but it carries more of a message from one pokemon to another than is evident by just a roar.

The Wailord hears the command of its teammate and lets out a lamenting wail. It doesn’t want to move much more, but the roar it just heard tells it to do just the opposite. Were it in water, movement would not be so much of a problem. But now, it’s more effort than it’s worth.

The pokemon obeys, though. It rocks its body back and forth, gaining momentum in the place it sits right now, before freeing its tail from between its teeth and extending its full length. It then releases the momentum it has just built up and plows forward in a crushing Rollout. There are no screams. There are no wails. There is no audible evidence that the Wailord has cost lives of people, but Thanatos knows his pokemon has performed what he wanted it to, even without need being told.

Perfect.

The Wailord has rolled from the corner it sits on – the corner of the northeast quadrant of Goldenrod – to the furthest corner in that same quadrant, straight down the middle. There’s nothing stopping the destruction, as the pokemon gains more power for the move as each second rolls by, the momentum practically unstoppable. The houses that once stood some of a chance now break when they are so much as touched.

The water-type loses control of its power and releases its focus to perform the attack, letting itself simply roll out of momentum. The barrier of the city crashes beneath the whale’s weight and the pokemon is stopped by trees.

It has done its job. Now it moves no more and just waits.

”Perfect.”

Thanatos has watched his pokemon this whole time as they fly higher and higher into the air. His pokemon have been the perfect utensils to his crazed terrorism.

Haxorus has climbed to the top of a building at the far end of town, that has already been largely destroyed. It just wants to be out of the water in its confused state. It almost falls over. But, it lets out a cry, to let Master know it survives.

He grins.

They are worthy of keeping.

”I feel…”

Thanatos doesn’t know what to feel. He doesn’t know how to feel when asked.

He has never been asked before.

”…I am satisfied.”

What is really going through his mind…

I cannot possibly dream to make sense of it.

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TAGS Cathycake as Azrael COUNT 640 NOTES ALMOST THERE I KNOW YOU DO FAST AS HELL POSTS

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[azrael]

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fine as diamond dust drifting away in the wind. azrael watched the other's expression carefully. such a simple question to a complex question in azrael's mind. in actuality, they were both rather simple. question and answer, simple to answer. why was there such conflict in azrael's mind? why was he thinking? he was gluttony. he was empty. azrael was nothing. he turned to thanatos, hearing a piercing shriek of terror from below, collective of hundreds of people being crushed to death. their bones sang a song, a requiem for the lost. azrael played a silent lullaby, setting his humanity to sleep. "it's a pleasure to become acquainted with you, moros." azrael whispered, holding out his hand. a peace shake. to the end of the battle. to the end of goldenrod. (daddy is so proud of you) he felt sick. (sing me to sleep and then leave me alone, don't try to wake me in the morning) (cause i will be gone)

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VICTOR: AZRAEL

YOU GUYS BROKE GOLDENROD. But you broke it well. No I don't forgive you.
but +500 to Lux, good job you two!