Death Begets Life

[sin]

So she was on the human plane now, and though she had sought a way here the majority of her existence, now that she was there she didn't really know what to do with herself. There was just so much to do, so much to see and experience, truly it made her little demon head spin more directions than it was meant too.

She lifted her head toward the heaven, and still she found it hard to believe that she was free. Yet, here she was, flying through a clear night blue sky, albeit a little cloudy from the rain earlier but nothing compared to murky crimson skies. The air around her was so fresh and lightly, not heavy or humid at all. It was the exact opposite of the Demon World and she was overjoyed.

Her moment of joy fell short as Sin suddenly felt a sharp tug at her soul. It caused her to falter in flight, and look around in both panic and confusion. For a moment, she felt nothing but her own heartbeat and then she felt it tug again, tug at the demonic soul within her. Her eyes widen slightly, flashing gold before settling back to hazel. Without another thought she turned and sped off in the direction the pull was coming from.

Her flight was a short one, because soon she come upon a large set of ruins. It was here that the pull was coming from. She set down on the ground, and stared at the place before it. The place that called to her more carnal demonic senses. Even from where she stood, some several yards away she could smell the violence and blood that had been spilt there and it sent a shiver up her spine. For a moment she lost herself in it, the smell of home, the smell of the world she had been apparent of for the better part of a century.

For a briefly moment she could still see the crimson murky skies above her. Feel the humidity musky air, that smells of death, blood and violence. For a brief moment she felt like she was back home. And after that brief moment pass she remember why she had sought to leave that place, why she sought out clear skies and innocent breezes. Or perhaps a part of her had sought out this change, but she knew a piece of her would always crave the ways of the Demon World.

She'd live with that as long as she could have this world too. Focusing her eyes back on the ruins before her, Sin continued inside, despite wanting to leave the demon in her behind she was still curious by nature. Something both sides of her shared, and the fact that this place called to her simply intensified that curiosity.

She ignored the rumble as she ventured inward, ignored the sheer destruction that had been wrought, instead she went straight to the source. Straight to the pull was coming from, all she had to do was follow tug at her soul and soon she found herself staring down at a badly beaten and broken body. A large, gapping wound in its stomach and a thick broadsword impaled through its chest.

It was the sword that called to her, this sword, she could smell on it, had tasted so much blood...seen so many battles.

Ignoring the in which the sword was plunged, Sin grabbed ahold of its hilt and pulled it from its corpse-sheath. She stared at the blade in her hands, watching the blood roll down on side on it, while catching a glimpse of herself in the other half. She stared at the human face that assaulted her, the pale skin the lifeless hazel eyes and the sharp bright blue hair that seemed to glow in the light around them.

The smell of the blood sent another shiver through her, she could barely contain the urge to lick the blood from the blade. It wasn't that she was hungry, she had eaten before coming to this new realm and it would be a good decade before she needed to eat again, but Sin had always been something of a greedy demon, taking more than she needed simply because she could. Now was no different. She wasn't hungry and yet she could feel the need well up inside of her.

It even disgusted herself how greedy she could be, but there was little she could do but indulge herself, and it wasn't as if she was in the position to get caught for it either. A slow, twisted grin twitched across her features as she gave in, promising herself it would be the last time. She drew the sword toward her face, and slowly licked the blood from the blade, mindful of the sharp edges.

She let out a faint moan as the blood touched her tongue, and in that moment what little sanity or rather humanity she had instilled to create her human guise faded away along with said guise. The paleness of her skin fell away, revealing skin of a more light brown complexion with patches of dark brown along her arms and back. Her hair also changed, turning orange and shortening up to fall no further down than her ears. Speaking of which, her ears elongate a few inches, pointed and are adorned by three small golden earrings. From her head sprout 2 black horns that curve upward like a bulls.

Her face became more animalistic with the set of stripes that align each side of her cheeks, though still human-like. Her eyes, now golden and slitted completely. Her canines enlarged to where they actually poke out even when her mouth is closed. Her body however seems to retain the same mass as her human form had. Still toned muscles and a slender form, however her hands are much larger than before and her nails are replaced with large sharp claws.

She let the sword fall away from her face when she finished, sated and quite content with herself. The blood, was...unlike what she had ever had before. Granted she had only ever had blood of her own kind, other demons, this blood was still something that intrigued her. She could taste the greatest of its power in the blood itself and it made her curious as to who could posses such a power

Her golden eyes turned back to the corpse upon the ground. Was it him? Yes it had to be, the sword had been covered in his blood, so it had been his power she had tasted. She grinned slowly and focused solely on the body that lay before. She couldn't possibly let a dark power like that go to waste. She may be pretending to play human, but she was still a Demon and she still savored those little evil things in life.

Without some much as concentrating for more than a brief moment, a sudden black fire surrounded the fallen body. It scorched the ground around, charring it black, and instantly catching on the man's clothes. The black flames didn't burn them, but simply progressed up and over the entire body. With everything the flames touched on the body, it was remade, fixed and healed where required and needed. From the small insignificant wounds to both the large stomach wound and chest wound, all was healed. All was given back what had been taken from it.

Demon though she was, she could still give life just as well as take it away. It was perhaps one of the little things that separated her from her brethren. It was a skill she was truly grateful for, because it made her life in the Demon World all the more exciting. Especially when she was in the mood to torture specific individuals. She could kill them, bring them back and then have her fun all over again.

Now though, she was using her gift on this already dead corpse too learn more of this particular person. This person of such dark power, oh yes she was quite curious. Sadly though, it would probably take a few couple of minutes before the body started function completely again and woke up. However, Sin was a patient soul when it suited her.

So, the sword still in her large clawed hands, Sin moved over to some fallen debris hidden away from view, in the shadow. This way she could watch the man from the shadows, unseen until she decided when to make herself known. Though until he actually woke up, Sin occupied herself with studying the sword in her hands. There was power in it, but the depth of it, she didn't know...

[Ryan - Loki]

There are many frequently asked questions in life, some which cannot be answered by those around. Questions such as ‘Why is the sky blue?’ or ‘Is there such a thing as a soul?’ or even ‘What happens when you die?’ and it is this last question that crosses everyone’s mind at some point in their life’s as death comes to us all in one way, shape or form, it’s just a matter of where and when. But of course there is always an exception to fact, someone who doesn’t think about their death either because they fear it or the complete opposite, they never believe it’ll happen to them.

Loki was one of those people.

Loki was naturally cocky of himself, whether it was because of he’s extraordinary power, he’s brute strength, he’s perfect body or even he’s charming personality I’m not sure, but it was because he thought so much of himself that he never feared, or even gave death a moments thought. He believed himself to be truly invincible, a God even. The truth was he wasn’t far off from being a God, but not being far from being one isn’t enough. He wasn’t immortal, despite what he may have believed.



The last two of the Jiaoimasu had fought in a battle that was to decided the fate of the entire planet, even if they had not know it themselves. Good against Evil, the only true battle, an ongoing battle that has weathered onwards from the very beginning of time. It wasn’t an easy battle for either of them. Loki with the strength of pure darkness running through his very veins and Ryan with the essence of light running through his, who would win was undecided, not written in fates timeline.

The battle continued for a good while, both not faulting, both giving there all and nothing less. The flashes of light as their blades clashed lighting the sky like lightning. The Heavens having opened upon them, drenching them to the bone with water; It was as if the God’s themselves were trying to wash away the evils of this battle to help Ryan, but he wouldn’t need the help.

In the end Loki had been drawn into a foolish battle of strengths by Ryan, one that Ryan knew he could not win; but that was not he’s true intentions. Allowing Loki to gain a false sense of momentary victory Ryan’s intelligence broke through the clouded mist that he’s plan had lead Loki deep into and with a glint of light, and a spray of Crimson, it had ended.



What happens when we die? Everything slowly fades away into darkness and slowly but surely you begin to lose control of everything, your body, your feelings, even your mind, until there is nothing left, just silence. Then it happens. In a blinding flash of light everything turns away from the darkness and you suddenly come face-to-face with the actions you took in your lifetime, whether they be actions born from good intentions or bad. Heaven and Hell in better terms.



Suddenly the figure jerked forward and sat up, his eyes and mouth wide open as he gasped, the oxygen rushing back into his lungs. It had taken a few seconds for his eyes to adjust but soon enough the darkness of the nights sky filled his eyes once more. He could feel the cold air of the night brushing harshly against his skin as his feelings began to return to him in one huge wave. For a few seconds or so he just sat there, breathing extremely heavily as if he had never used his lungs before, his expression that of an unworldly nature.

With each new breath of air that drove deep into his lungs his body moved slowly up and down as he exhaled and inhaled, the wounds, which were quickly healing at this point, gushing with their last ounces of blood, it flowing down his chest, before it stopped, the wounds healed and as good as new.

Slowly the figures breathing began to slow as he slowly moves his hand down towards where the wounds had been, softly running his hands over the areas, slowly realising what had happened. “…Tha..t…Barst..ard…” he quietly said to himself, still clearly quite at a loss for breath. But it was only a few more seconds before he moved his hand over towards the blood covered ground next to him and pushed himself up to his feet, wobbling slightly of course.

Swaying slightly from the rather strong breeze that was now blowing in this area the figure just stood there and spoke out as loud as he could. “…Y..ou have my sword..stranger…” the figures voice rang out into the empty air and surroundings, whomever he was talking to obviously behind him as he looked out over the edge of the Cliffside.

[sin]

She had finished studying the sword just in time to watch its wielder jerk upward from where it had been struck down. He breath was ragged, and unsteady, it seemed as if he'd never catch it. But he would, it was only natural though as she would see in a few minutes time. She would see him calm, and see him function properly and then she would wait for the obviously questions. 'What happened?' or her favorite 'Am I dead?'

That latter being one of the dumbest question a person could ask in her opinion. She had a habit, a truly cruel habit, of killing people you ask that question. Just so she could say that their right, they are dead. Stupidity such as that seemed universal, in both demon and human alike.

She remained seated as the figure found its breath, she listen to him as he cursed whom ever it was that struck him down. Watch as he forced himself upward, swaying violently in the passing breeze. They were cool those breezes, and Sin wasn't yet use to the drastic temperature difference between the two worlds. So she did not appreciate this coldness that nipped at her form.

She heard him brief call to her for his sword, but at that moment she paid him no mind; no attention at all. She needed warmth, heat something other than this coldness and she knew the perfect way to produce it. She would be considerate though, as this creature might not take to well to the intense heat she was use to so, instead she'd only warm up the area to the warmth that had engulfed it during the warm days.

Without warning, the ruins were surrounded in a ring of black crimson fire. The encompassed the ruins, standing about 7 feet in height casting a crimson glow within the ruins. The winds did not so much as cause the wall of flames to sway or bend to it, instead as the winds passed through the flames it rapidly warmed the area up to a far more comfortable temperature. In Sin's case at least.

Satisfied with her work, Sin looked back at the blood-covered man. Her head tilted to the side as she regarded the back of him. She looked back down at the sword in her hands and considered several things. He claimed the sword as his, and she could feel that it was. Yet it was in her possession after his death so thus could could call rights to it. But would she?

Did she dare claim such a item from such a dark and powerful being? Make an enemy of said creatures? No she would not, she had no need of enemies just yet, no Allies were far more useful and this man would be an ally rather he chose to be or not. Those were the terms of her restoring upon that which had been stripped away. He owed her a life's debt and should she ask it, she would have it. Regardless she had no use for the sword itself, a dark magical item though it be, it was useless in her hands for she knew not how to wield a sword this kind.

Her mind made up, she peered back at the man, taking the sword up by it's hilt, the blade point at the back of the man. She threw it to him, she did not aim to injury him in anyway, instead the sword flew straight and struck the ground just to the right of the man. Though it was a mere flick of her wrist, there was enough force in it to cause the tip of the blade to sink into the hard rocky floor about 4 inches.

"What is your name Dark One?" Her voice was low, honey-like but vicious and wicked at the same time. It was the voice of an individual that promised so much in reward for the right answer, yet punishment worse than death for the wrong one.

Though she returned his sword, and questioned his name, she did not move from where she sat, hidden still within the shadows. It seemed the light cast by the flames did not touch where she sat so for the moment she was go unseen.

[Ryan - Loki]

It had been a few moments now, a few moments since the figure had spoken out to whomever now had possession over his weapon, to whomever had possession of Bane. With anyone else who was in this situation, not that I’m saying it’s normal for this kind of situation to arise or anything, they would most likely be quite worried that probably their only form of protecting themselves in their weakened state was now in the hands of a possible threat, but not The figure, he needed not fear his own weapon, not in this case anyway.

It was the next few minutes, or the time it would take until he either was given his sword back or took it himself, that would shape how he reacted to this stranger, and things had just decided to heat up; Quite literally.

Without much of any warning, not through sound, movement, energy, nothing, the ruins in which both the figure and the stranger were standing within were suddenly engulfed in a ring of black crimson fire. The flames were hot, there’s no doubt about that, but this heat was nothing to the figure. Living in Hell would do that to a man. But these tall flames were not of natural origins, obviously, and it wasn’t coming from the figure either, he had not gained enough strength to pull a light show like this. That left but one person, the stranger.

The figure was already beginning to sum up how powerful he/she was. She could create flames from nothing and even grant life, much to the figure’s surprise. He had been the only one that he knew of being able to actually grant life, other than the God’s that is, but he wondered, how far could this person take that power of theirs? Could they create flora and fauna from nothing? Could they bring them back from the dead or did their ability only go as far as humanoids? So many unanswered questions, so little time before he lost all patients.

As he stood there, now swaying slightly less in the still violent wind, a sudden swiping noise cut through the air like a hot knife through soft butter. It was Bane. It was then that the sword struck the ground not too far from his body, impaling it quite deep. A slight grin slowly appeared across the figure’s darkened face, as he now knew one thing for sure, the stranger feared him, even if it was in the slightest.

It was then that a voice rang out through the silence of the air. It was clearly the voice of a woman, even if it had been a low tone. She sounded sweet and seductive, yet powerful and stern at the exact same time. Rare qualities. So…she doesn’t know whom she’s stumbled across ay? With a slight chuckle to himself, followed by a small cough, the figure spoke once more, having caught his breath this time round. “That’s right…I am dark…”

He had paused momentarily, the reason why unknown, possibly to add tension to an already high tense situation. “My name is one that would strike fear into the very essence of people…a name that would even catch the attention of Satan himself…” his voice rang out through the air, deep yet fair at the same time. Yet again silence returned into the area. The tension could have been cut with a blunt knife it was so tense. But after a few more seconds of anticipation the figure finally spoke, his voice seeming more defiant as he reviled his name.

“My name…is Loki.”

[sin]

This one was full of himself, cocky and arrogant. It sounded in his power, in his voice and the way, despite his violent swaying, he carried himself. It was amusing to Sin, the sight of this obviously proud creature swaying to haphazardly in the wind as if at any moment a strong gush would come and cause him to topple over completely. Yes that was all it would take at this point, though if this creature proved a wasted effort she would be that strong gust to topple him.

However she was not foolish to this he was so weak, no, she had tasted his blood after all, and blood never lied. No, this arrogant creature had reason to be as it was. Had power to back up his threats and boast, she had tasted that much. He would prove a power ally, and it was good to have allies rather than enemies when it could helped. She had to reservations about killing him should it be required by, why waste such power when it could be put to more meaningful work.

She watch the figure turned to his sword, the subtle grin that lite his features. Fool inwardly she hissed. If this one thought she returned his sword out of fear than he was sorely mistaken, it was not fear that bid her return the sword. It was simply the lack of her need for the sword, no matter how powerful. She didn't fear it, nor did she fear the one that would wield it. For she had given him life, life which could be easily stripped away again if she so wished it.

She remained silently though, for she had posed her question to him already and would say no more until an answer was given. And she would have an answer, he would not be permitted to leave until she had one. As usual she got what she desired.

Loki... her golden eyes fleeted over the figure before her, this creature of darkness in the form of a man. She had heard of the name yes, as any demon would, though that is not to say that the demon's of Hell and of the actual Demon World are one in the same. No, those were two separate realms, with separate laws and rulers and history.

Oddly enough, the two realms had little interaction with each other. The reason for, even Sin didn't rightly know, but nor did she truly care. She like a few of her brethren knew of Hell and its many layers and Lords. She did not know everything of course, for there was not that much information presented on the matter in the Demon Realm.

She knew though the name of Loki, in passing mostly though. She was willing to believe this creature though, for the blood she could still taste upon her tongue spoke of truly dark things and it was something she would expect perhaps from a Lord of Hell.

Regardless though, she still did not fear this creature, this was not to do with his current weak condition, though instead it was simply the nature of herself. She did not fear, instead it was she who was fear. Call it arrogance if you wish...but that is simply how things worked in her world.

"One would not expect a Lord of Hell to fall upon mortal grounds..." the tone and texture of her voice did not change, nor did it hold any fear or reverence for the supposed Lord before her.

[Ryan - Loki]

Loki had waited for the woman to speak again, most likely in reply to him telling her his name. Then that voice rang out through the silent air once again and it was then that Loki gained a rough idea of where she was. She was just off behind him somewhere, not too well hidden in fact, just within the shadows that these ruins supplied in the depths of night. She was hiding from him meaning she still wasn’t too sure about him, either that or she feared him, but he could tell from her voice alone that she didn’t actually fear him. Foolish woman…

At any rate, she may not have feared him but she knew of him. Maybe she was hiding her fear? Or maybe she was just extremely full of herself, in which she was just as bad as Loki. They already had something in common.

Loki continued to sway in the wind, as he stood there, slightly less than before but still swaying nevertheless. But he hadn’t moved at all, he just continued to stare outward over the edge of the Cliffside and out towards the pitch-black darkness of the night’s sky. “Heh…you don’t speak with fear being in my presence…either you don’t believe who I am, do not truly understand who I am…or your plain stupid.” Loki said, pausing afterward to allow the silence to fill the gap between them like water flooding an empty land.

Then slowly but surely Loki turned around, seeming to have some trouble in the process, and he looked around in the relative direction that his extremely good hearing had told him that this woman was hiding. That evil smirk upon his face had yet to leave his expression, it was almost as if he had a secret that he was keeping from her, a secret that could end her if he wished, but what he had was not a secret that would end her, it was him, he could end her. It seemed that even in weakness Loki lost none of his charm.

“I am a mortal Ms No-name, I’m guessing you do not truly know who Loki, the Lord of the fifth Level of Hell, is…poor you.” He said, his arrogance truly shining through. He didn’t know exactly who this woman was, where she had come from or how powerful she truly was; All he knew was that she had brought him back from death and she seemed not to fear him. He had to admit to himself, he was truly intrigued.

[sin]

"Stupid? No...perhaps unafraid for the simple reason there is nothing to fear of you, 5th Lord..."

She watched him slowly turn in her direction, so he finally sought her out, took him long enough. Too bad though, for she didn't wish to be seen just yet, or perhaps it was that she was in a playful mood. Something that appeared in brief fleeting moments only to vanish just as quickly. She retreated with complete silence from where she say, and stepped back further into the shadows until she was at the barrier of fire.

She stepped into the fires without a second thought, letting her body float in it and be swept to the far side of the ruins, where Loki had been previously facing. And there she took up residence upon one of the tall fallen pillars. She crouched down and stared down at the figure below her. Her head cocked to the side in curiosity, her eyes once more hazel took in the aerial view of her prey.

She was once more behind mortal coils, thus hiding the truth of her own power from being read, less she chose to release it. Her wild long tresses of braided and loose electric blue hair flew wildly through the winds as it continued to blow over the grounds. From where she perched upon the edge of the pillar, peering down at the figure, her eyes lifeless, skin pale and hair as blue as it was, she appeared far too cold and frozen to have created such powerful flames.

"I do not feel unfortunate in not knowing the full extent of your history, for truly it does not interest. You however, or rather...your blood does." Her voice carried downward toward him, riding on the passing winds and sweeping around him in a vortex of wind and words, "Tell me, what is it that makes it sing the way it does?"

[Ryan - Loki]

Her arrogance was infuriating to the point of Loki’s blood boiling, or at least it would have done in the past but it seems in his death he had gained a level of patients that he had not been blessed with previously. It seems where he would have exploded in rage and anger in the past he merely only gave a slight chuckle to himself. A big change indeed, but even with this change it wouldn’t be long until Loki really did lose his temper and lash out at this woman. In truth he wasn’t quite sure where she was, an exact location that is, but he had a rough idea. After all there wasn’t many places that a person could hide in this relativity small place, and if it hadn’t been for this place holding some small memorable fixation to him he would have destroyed the entire area to have gotten to her before now. She was lucky for now it seemed.

It seemed that the next time she spoke though she was no longer in front of him like she had been a few moments ago, now she was behind him and had the high ground also it seemed. Instead of spinning around like most people would have, and facing their opponent, Loki merely looked right with his eyes. So…she’s interested in my blood?…she’s tastes it. Her words could only have meant that, there was no other explanation for it.

So she was either a vampire, a freaky humanoid or a demon, there were no other races that Loki knew of who tasted the blood of others, but which was she? He couldn’t tell until he saw her, that was for sure, as this damn fire was distracting his senses. “Heh…my blood is the only taste of pure and unadulterated power that you’ll ever feel…” He spoke as he lowered his head down, looking towards the ground now. “…Your going to wish you knew my history before the end.” Loki said, his tone cold yet quite loud.

As he finished speaking he quickly lifted his arm up and out behind him, aimed directly at where he had hared her voice ring out from, just holding it there as if a warning to her, letting her know that he knew where she was and that he had already had a chance to attack her if he had wished to. Show yourself…demon…before I force you to.” Loki said, his voice now stern yet as if he was about to laugh at her at the same time.

[sin]

"I will not, I assure you, for your past is of little meaning to me. It is shaped, it is gone, and valueless to me." Her voice seemed bored then, obviously with the route of the conversation.

Was this one truly the one to wield that sword? Was it truly his blood she had sampled and found wanting of? What she meant was, that he obviously had a good idea where she was now, was even had his hand pointed in her direction. Yet he did not turn and seek her out himself. Cowardliness in her books, regardless of the fact that he had just sought her at her previous location. It took him so long, it made her truly wonder if this one was the one to wield such a sword.

But his blood spoke otherwise to her, it was sweet to her like a rare nectar that she would never get enough off, and she truly been hungry she would have drank ever last drop from his dead body. Warm or cold, it didn't matter...the taste would be ecstasy either way.

Yet here he was alive, standing and boast about the power in his blood. Truly foolish, and yet terribly amusing to think he posed a threat to her, the very one who brought him back to life. Did he think she could not revoke such a favor? Did he think that he could win out against her in this place? Now practically her domain. She need just raise the temperature to its proper level and she wouldn't even have to left a finger against the man, he would simply catch fire before too long.

She smiled slightly to herself, something twisted upon itself, it would be an interesting sight for certain. She could watch him burn alive and then bring him back to that crispy body and see if he attitude had improved any. Hmm...perhaps.

She looked back down at the figure, "Perhaps it is you whom should turn around Dark One, I do not hide from you, you simply do not choose to see me now."

[Ryan - Loki]

This was proving to amuse Loki now; his anger was fading by the second, as had his weakness of death. You see, unlike any other being alive in this universe Loki was unique, other than Ryan being the same way that is, in the sense that he was the only half Saiyan half Dragonian. These two super powerful races mixed together had produced Ryan, who with evil intensions had created Loki. Loki had already healed himself back to his full power, and it had been a mere few minutes since he had been brought back from his death. Although he wouldn’t allow this woman to know this, oh no, he would continue to act crippled and mask his true power within himself.

She spoke out once again, this time speaking as if Loki himself was the coward for not turning to face her. It seems he could hold it in no longer, as suddenly deep laughter burst out from within Loki as he spoke to her once more. “Hahaha…this is coming from the coward who runs behind a weakened opponent when her hiding place is discovered?” this truly did amuse him, it seemed that this lady, who had not denied being a demon, was also quite contradicting about herself.

“Oh no…I don’t need look at such a pathetic being…for me to purposely look upon you, to seek you out, would be only to disgrace my eyes…” Loki said, smirking to himself. He knew that from her current position that she couldn’t see his face, only the back of his head, so in other words he wasn’t even facing her while he spoke, the sign of ultimate disrespect. Loki didn’t care, he had no reason to fear this woman and if she wished he would prove this, whether it be here and now or in his hell, after he sent her there.

Silence had fallen once more and Loki truly wondered what made this woman think so much of herself. Yes, she had the power to create life and obviously the power to take it, but did she truly think that she was more powerful than a Lord of Hell? And not just any Lord of Hell at that, Loki, the only Lord of Hell that Lucifer himself would be forced to take notice of. He would soon enough show her the reason why, if she did not buck up her ideas, show some respect and bow to him.

[sin]

"Discovered? Is that what you call wobbling slowly in circular motion toward the sound of a voice?" She sounded amused suddenly. Truthful the whole situation was amusing, though Sin was rather eccentric about these things. She could find something highly amusing one moment and then the next it would be a bore to her, and she would seek to destroy it.

A small part of her subconscious, easily recognized the similarities between the two of them. Both arrogant, yes Sin thought herself very arrogant and was proud of it, both full of themselves and thought they were the most powerful being around. Oh yes, many similarities, and if only they'd get over themselves the two would actually make ideal partners. But when did anyone listen to their subconscious mind? Hardly ever.

She sat upon the pillar now, legs swinging idly, as she looked now toward the sky rather than at the figure. She was growing bored again, maybe she should just BBQ him, it would be entertaining at least and she could do it over and over again if she wanted to....what WHY did she revive him again? She frowned slightly, her gaze narrowing slightly before a light seemed to click on behind her eyes.

Right, the blood. That was good blood, very sweet, very spicy. I want some more...She looked back down at the figure and her eyes narrowed slightly. At the same them the flame barrier that surrounded them swayed for the first time, violently almost, but falling back into place. Why? For what reason? There didn't seem to be one, Sin's powers didn't peak or fall at all, so perhaps they moved of their own accord?

Perhaps...hmm more than perhaps, more of definite. It was natural for a pyroknesis' flames to seem to have its own personality, depending perhaps on the level of control said wielder had. Though Sin had absolute control, she didn't always exercise it, finding it more amusing to watch the flames play at their own whims. And it seemed that now the flames of her creations wanted to play. She could tell before the were creeping inward steady confining the space she and the figure were in more and more.

Sin grinned at their actions, "I don't think they like you..."

[Ryan - Loki]

It was truly strange though, you see not only was Loki beginning to become more and more aggravated with this demon woman with every passing second, but he was also finding their banter more and more amusing with every passing second. Conflicting feelings it seemed. But enough was enough, this woman was truly beginning to piss Loki off at this point, and even though her words proved to be amusing to him he was getting rather frustrated about what had happened to him earlier that night as it replayed over and over in his head.

All the movements that they had both made, all the actions they had both taken, all the words and noises that they had both made, the emotion in their fighting as well as each others eyes. They truly were two of the same person, mirror images almost having worked in complete symmetry. Oh my brother…if only we were more alike… but it was then that it struck Loki like a bolt of lightning, almost as if the Heavens were trying to stop him treading this path of thought.

He and this woman sounded much alike, in many ways that he and Ryan were not, in fact in every way that he and Ryan were not. Where he and Ryan were exactly the same, in appearance, the way they both moved, etc. he and her were nothing alike, but in the areas that he and this strange woman were alike, their malice, evil essence, and even her arrogance over herself, he and Ryan were nothing alike. It was as if a greater power had been at work this night, bringing together both sides of the coin, in more ways than one.

But Loki was quickly brought back from his thought, the arrogant woman. The very thought of her disrespect and lack of honour towards one who was obviously far superior than herself enraged Loki’s inner samurai. He may have left that part of him behind but he had, or could ever, completely forget about it. He wanted to show her just who she was dealing with, show her his power, show her the reasons why she should be knelling at his feet, but this would have to wait, patients was necessary.

It was then that Loki heard her words and took to looking towards the circle of flames that had slowly been constricting around the ruins, closer and closer to him. He couldn’t help it, and quite quickly Loki let out a mighty laugh that echoed throughout the empty ruins, that was before he fell silent once more, his back still towards the woman as he watched the flames move closer. “Good…because I don’t like them or you for that matter…this game has gone on quite far enough…” Loki said, his voice now having changed slightly, seeming huskier and deep.

He had now looked up towards the flames in front of him and had lifted his hand up before him taunting the flames to come at him almost, edging them on as he would an opponent. As he quickly lifted up his arms and allowed his long black coat to fall off of his back behind him, the wind instantly picking it up with a strong gust and carrying it high up into the air, fading away into the vial of darkness that the night offered. “Dance upon me flames! Try and compete with the very fires of Hell!” Loki shouted out with his hands still raised high up into the air.

[sin]

She heard his word and found herself pouting down at her. He didn't like her, what a shame, after all she had done for him. Brought him back to life, kept the ruins warm so he would be cold and this was all the thanks she got. How incredibly rude, how incredibly mean of him.

"I'm hurt Dark One, I've done nothing to you to warrant your hatred....life I gave you, and warmth yet you do not like me. How very very disconcerting....pity"

She watch him bait on her beloved flames, honestly thinking he could handle them. Perhaps he could, if he truly was a Lord of Hell then perhaps he would withstand them. She wasn't not entirely certain, as there was not physical way up until this point perhaps to compare the fires of His Hell to the fires of Her Hell.

She suppose this would be a perfect time to figure that out, so it was then a grin replaced her previously pouting expression. Yes this would be a perfect opportunity. She could almost giggle with excitement, but didn't, simply because she despised giggling.


She glanced back at her flames that moved inward at a steady pace, except for on the side she was. Sin despised being cold, since she wasn't yet use to the abnormally coldness of this new world, so she kept the flames closes to her in place. The rest of the area though, she allowed to do as it willed. It always managed to entertain her.

The flames encroached closer before they stopped moving, and instead separate pillars of flames sprout out from the main barrier, 5 in all, about 10 feet in diameter and 20 feet high. They spread out around the figure, forming the points of pentagon. Instantly tentacles of flames enclosed the outlined shape with a thick sheet of flames.

Instead the enclosed shape the temperature rose dramatically, well over 900 degrees and raising. But that was simply from the flames being so close, and even that wasn't their full power since Sin was still holding back the majority of her power.

Sin could see into the flames, and looked over the figure. Really she did like him, well his blood at least and that was enough for her really. But if he didn't like her, than she wouldn't call off the fires fun, there was no point in it. Yet anyway...

Back inside, the flames lashed out or rather inward at Loki. Tentacles of fires lashed at him, 5 in all, one from each pillar. The first shot out from behind him, wrapping searing flames around his neck tightly, choking. Two other ones attempted to wrap around his ankles, two his wrist and the last, attempting to wrap around his arms and legs. The tentacles held fast and tight, especially around his neck.

[Ryan - Loki]

So she had been disappointed that he didn’t like her? Maybe it wasn’t disappointment that he didn’t like her and more disappointment that she wasn’t going to get her own way with him, or maybe she wanted him, the possibilities were endless, at any rate Loki hadn’t really meant what he had said, it had been the only way of keeping himself in a patient mood, realising his anger in a short, sharp burst. You know how easy it is to say things you don’t mean while your angry.

The flames were still moving towards him, closing in on him with every second, all except for the area that was still flickering about aimlessly behind where the woman seemed to be standing. Now Loki hadn’t turned around to face her yet, or even look at her for that matter, but it was all down to his senses, mainly the sense of touch.

Now he could feel the heat of the flames beating against his skin, of course it wasn’t hot but it was a chance from the norm, but behind him his back felt colder than his front and sides meaning that the flames couldn’t be moving towards him as the flames at his side and front were doing. Now Loki knew this meant two things and two things only, that she had control over these flames and the flames had a life of their own, as contradicting as that may sound. Well it seemed for now that the flames were working via themselves, at least except for the part that stayed next to their creator that was. Heh…no flame of a demon can burn a Lord of Hell.

It was then that it al started. Suddenly the flaming circle stopped moving towards him. For a few moments it had seemed as even the very flames had began to fear Loki, but that wasn’t the case. In a sudden explosion of flames separate pillars of flames sprouted out from the main barrier, five in total, about roughly ten feet in diameter and twenty feet high. Loki slowly looked up and around at the flaming pillars, they were in the shape of a pentagon it seemed, and soon the temperature began to get warmer and warmer until it was reaching well over nine hundred degrees and rising. Whether this was because of the actual heat of the flames being so close together or simply because the flames were naturally that hot Loki did not know.

The flames that had formed around the flaming pillars suddenly lashed inwards toward Loki, the first shot out from behind him and aimed to wrap the searing flames around his neck tightly, choking the very life out of him. Two others attempted to wrap around his ankles, two his wrist and the last attempted to wrap around his arms and legs. All were successful in wrapping around their targeted area.

So Loki was stood there and bound by tentacles of fire in the middle of a pentagon created by flaming pillars, which was then surrounded by a flaming circle. Obviously. The heat had risen drastically at this point and slowly moving his eyes to look up Loki saw, and felt, a small droplet of sweat appear upon his brow, slowly trickling down his forehead. Giving out a slight chuckle to himself he decided it be time to give her one last warning before taking action. “I warn you woman!” Loki shouted out, not to be aggressive but only to make sure his voice reached out to her over the flickering of the flames.

“Call back these flames or I will take action!…” he said, giving her his first and last warning.

[sin]

Warning? Why was he warning her? She was not the one in control here. Well certainly she COULD be if she chose to, but she wasn't, the flames where. They called the shots here, their movements, their choices were their own. Not hers, though she was enjoying the show as she always did.

She called to the flames, and the heeded her call, pausing in their pursuit to make a martyr of the man, and burn him alive. She bid them bring forth their capture, and they did. The tentacles wrapped around the separate pieces of his body constricted tightly about him, and hoisted him straight up from the ground. The pulled his body outward, causing his form to fall back, in a spread-eagle position.

The pillars began to slide gracefully across the stone ground to the stone pillar on which its master sat. The tentacles carried the man's body up the length of their pillars to the height of Sin, before hoisting Loki's body right-side up again. The sheet of fire of the two pillars closest to Sin parted like a curtained revealing to both Sin and Loki, each other.

Sin tilted her head as she looked at him, her lifeless hazel eyes taking in his sweating form.

"Why do you warn one you do not like, I wonder? I mean you no harm, or else I'd left you for dead...tis the flames that seek your sweat and blood, not I." She paused for a moment, and considered her wording. Perhaps she did want for his blood, that delicious sweet spicy liquid. Yes she desired it, but it was not in this way she would have wanted it, but she would take it.

The tentacles held him held up, wrapped tightly around his form, but they weren't constricting him anymore. The heat stopped raising, in fact it fading back down to a more comfortable level. Or at least the level at which it had previously been.