Match of the Millennium

Description: Sensing an ancient evil awoken in the world, Terumi goes to pay them a visit. As someone described as the Emissary of the Gods, he felt it was only natural to prove his own divinity as the God of Destruction. Yet what ulterior motives might be behind such an overt show of his strength...?

[NECALLI]
Having eventually recovered from the all-out slugfest with Kotal that forced him to re-form his body, Necalli has wandered back inland, following his nose like some kind of Aztec Toucan Sam. In the past, it was much easier to track powerful souls for combat and consumption; these days, the number of them around is practically overwhelming, and Japan in particular is lousy with them. Necalli considered trying to find his way through to Mt. Fuji again - after all, he'd not even begun investigating the ... whatever it was ... he could sense underneath it, but frankly, he's lost.

He's still in his element here, at least. Necalli lopes comfortably through the dark forest, away from people. Japan has so many *people.* Their stares, their pathetic lives, they waste his time and draw attention to him. Here, in this dark forest, Necalli only sometimes sees a traveler to avoid - but he can still sense some kind of powerful soul around. He can almost smell it. Where is it? *What* is it, for that matter?

[TERUMI]
Something is around. Necalli can likely smell it; the tempting aroma of a powerful soul. Alongside such, a strange feeling of being watched. The deepest instincts in the man might uselessly remind him of being stalked. Yet a herald of the Gods, an immortal devourer of souls, has none who could possibly hunt *him.* Yet the wayward ancient force has certainly drawn the attention of someone, or perhaps something, thoroughly interested in his unique lifeforce. This is finally made manifest by the sound of quick slender feet approaching from behind, and then the whirl of movement breaking through leaves and branches.

A slender man is standing atop a particularly thick tree limb now, some distance above. Wearing a fine black suit with long coat, immaculately pressed with short tie, the green-haired figure has a hand upon the brim of his derby hat. This isn't him. He smells like someone mundane. No; less than that. He smells like he has no soul at all. Even if he may be powerful or a worthy foe, there truly seems nothing to consume.

"Oh my~ Are the legends true? The great Soul Consuming Darkness... the Emissary of the Gods, himself! But... hmm. Something seems wrong. You don't match the appearance at all..." A small black notebook is pulled out and then flipped through carefully. "Far too human... did you eat a bad soul, perhaps? And I can't say I've seen any black moons. What a pity. This doesn't match up with the prophecy at all...~"

[NECALLI]
The dull sensation of being hunted gives way to a whirl of startled surprise as suddenly there's a man atop a tree. Necalli stares, the gold bands around his hair braids clanking together as he stops to listen. This figure /was/ unusual for its emptiness. In his time so far he had encountered emissaries of godlike beings - and even an ancient war god thought dead - but someone with the complete absence of a soul was extremely curious.

He squints at the green-haired fellow. "It is true-ue-ue, this does not seem to be the foreseen Time of Battle." Necalli takes a wary step or two closer; Hazama seems very non-threatening, more of a talker than a fighter, but appearances can be deceiving. "Yet Necalli walks again. Do you-you know something about this?"

He sniffs the air once out of curiosity. "And why do you have-ave-ave no soul, strange man?"

[TERUMI]
"I think I do." Hazama says, crouching down and tilting his head towards Necalli. He presses his hand atop his hat, carefully keeping it in place. Indeed, the more that the powerful being might look on this fragile-seeming man, the less appetizing he is. It's nearly impossible to even assess his battle capability. Were the beast unable to sense souls, he might think this was just a harmless mortal. "There is one person who has arrived. A great, terrible event that even the most divine of all realms might quake at. The God of Destruction himself. Wouldn't such an event bring someone like you around...? I would think so!"

But then a slight frown curls across Hazama's face, seeming offended. "But that's rude. I don't have a soul? That's so MEAN." It's true, but he doesn't often have it thrown in his face quite so overtly. "I'm much like you, friend. An emissary. But it's a shame, that you do not wear your full potential... yet even then, your sheer strength gives me the *shivers.* I fear what you might be like, if the prophecies were true indeed!"

A few moments pass, as Hazama stands up once more. "What if I told you, though... that things like the Time of Battle. Things like Prophecy. Are all pointless. Losing your shackles. Never having to slumber. Feeding to your heart's content... might this interest someone like you~"

[NECALLI]
"Intri-tri-triguing." Necalli scratches his chin thoughtfully. "This is a strange time, with so-so many gods wandering Earth." Almost as thought some massive event were affecting the general supernatural status quo of the Earth. But what would that be? Well, he's not a philosopher, he's just the jaws of death.

"I suppose the dawn-awn-ing of a God of Destruction would awaken me. To ensure enough strong souls return to me." He grins as Hazama speaks of his full potential, unconsciously flexing his hands in and out of the clawlike shape he favored in battle. Flattery will get you everywhere, you sly devil.

"You are," he replies, mild disbelief registering in his voice, "an emissary-sary? For this God of Destruction? And you have an offer?" He's surprised at a god having a seemingly-empty vessel; even the king of Orochi that he encountered was filled with the ancient serpent's power, although she overestimated her place.

[TERUMI]
"Of course. So many powerful, delicious souls... how could you not rise, even if it wasn't the proper time?" Hazama settles, before stepping off the limb. He descends smoothly to land, seeming to merely absorb the kinetic force without any adverse effect. "But that leaves you weaker. A problem that can be fixed, as I said..." The black notebook is carefully put within Hazama's vest pocket, as he adjusts his outfit. "...Would you like to meet him? This God of Destruction?"

A hand slowly reaches up to take off Hazama's hat. The moment it's released, a wash of dark, corruptive energy bursts out. A change seems to be taking place, like an empty bottle being poured full of something potent and exquisite. A soul perhaps unlike any Necalli has experienced in his immortal life is brought to bear. An echo of a divine weapon, born from the very core of all worlds. Power floods out, as wind seems to billow in all directions from the force of green fire burning along his slender form. Eyes snap open, a dark yellow.

But more than anything, this soul... looks delicious. So much power. So much strength. With it, Necalli might be able to ascend to far greater heights... there's something to it, some conection beyond this realm, as if an unknown void of his incomplete nature is abruptly realized.

"Hello...!! My name's Yuuki Terumi!! It's a pleasure to meet you! Hahahaha!" The hat is flung away, vanishing amidst the trees as crackles of green lightning ripple across his form.

[NECALLI]
Instinctively, Necalli raises his arms to block when he feels the forest filled with power. Suddenly, this seemingly empty vessel before him is filled, full to overflowing with a powerful soul - like nothing Necalli has felt, or tasted. There is the briefest animal instinct at the back of his mind telling him to flee, that this was a larger, more dangerous predator than him, but he swiftly tamps it down. The failings of his former human body are nothing to him now.

"I see-see... God of Destruction, Yuuki Terumi." The unfamiliar name rolls roughly off his tongue. Necalli cracks his knuckles. He --yes. He needs this soul. It was something more, something overwhelmingly tempting. Perhaps this *was* why he had awoken, and he had just not sensed it yet. The bestial man felt himself filled with a sense of purpose he has been missing for a while now.

"I accept your offer, Terumi. I-I trust you will show me a battle worthy of Necalli, God of Destruction?"

He raises his head to the canopy and howls joyously in spite of himself, in anticipation. "Devour-our-our!"

COMBATSYS: Necalli has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Terumi has joined the fight here.

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Necalli          0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0           Terumi

[TERUMI]
Terumi slowly brings his arms up before him, opening his fingers and then beginning to channel energy. Within the core of his being, power can be felt condensing. Yet the void within his vessel created by this only allows more of this strange, otherworldly force to rush within. More and more, he begins to knead this incredible energy, as his body begins to shine bright green. The crackles of lightning are growing more regular now, before his left eye flashes bright green and begins pouring out weeping essence that flows up into the air. "No... not quite. This is not my true form... but I'll show it to you..."

"On the condition that, if I happen to triumph, you will help me. I'll even see what I can do about unsealing your flawed body. And if you kill me... you can consume me!! Eat as much of my essence as you can!! I'll survive, well enough to return some day!! What do you say, Soul of Consuming Darkness?! Unless you are afraid..."

Blackness begins to seethe, flowing up in semi-tangible tendrils all around Terumi now, as if building some kind of strange cage. "...to see the kind of being you should be an emissary of...?!"

COMBATSYS: Terumi begins gathering twisted black and green energy around him...!

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Necalli          0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0           Terumi

[NECALLI]
Necalli is having serious doubts as to whether the vessel he's chosen can even hold Terumi's power; it almost seems to be pouring out as it is drawn in from -- somewhere. He hopes the man can hold out, because his offer is more tempting all the time.

"I fear-ear nothing, Yuuki Terumi. The eagle fears not the snake, even as the snake-ake-ake struggles in its talons. Show me what you can do! I accept-cept your terms." The bands on his braids sound like wind chimes now, bolstered by both his own movements and the waves of energy created by Terumi's gathering power.

Necalli watches for an opening in the cage of energy, his legs coiled to spring - and then he leaps at Terumi, his hard, claw-like hands raking forward in a first salvo.

COMBATSYS: Necalli successfully hits Terumi with Opening Dagger.

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Necalli          0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0           Terumi

[TERUMI]
Oh, Terumi is certainly vulnerable at the moment. He's doing one of the most intensive spells in his entire possession. Drawing in this much power is no small feat, and he can feel the Blue Grimoire of Hazama's body beginning to quake and crack. It is wise for a proper predator to lunge forward and tear into him in this situation, those wicked claws ripping through the black miasma with mild resistance to tear into the man's chest. There seemed to be no attempt to evade it, as it sends the slender man hurtling backwards. A surprising lack of blood, a mere splash as if for simple aesthetics. No feel of proper flesh or bone laid beneath it. "G-gah...! Hahaha! Ruthless. That's how it should be. I believe you. That you do not know fear...!! But..."

"Do you know despair...?!"

And then Terumi invokes the layered magic. He self-observes, beginning to abruptly consume all of that monumental power. A huge pulse of energy roars out in all directions. Grass beneath his feet blackens and dies. Trees billow away, and as they slowly return, the leaves wither, shrink, and start falling in droves. The sun still looms above, a golden orb beginning to sink... before it seems to seep in blackness, until it is eclipsed. The area falls to darkness, beyond the hint of fire lingering behind. Tremors begin roaring in the ground, and the very energy of the earth seems defiled in this man's presence.

"Behold..." His voice is much deeper now, as the great black swathes fall into him, consuming the slender form of Terumi. There's a huge eruption of black and green, blowing out in all directions. Trees shatter, dirt churns, and it would feel like a meteor just struck down upon where he stood. Necalli might find this rather uncomfortable, but he would have to be a fool not to momentarily retreat backwards.

When the smoke clears, a much more massive figure stands there. Blackness given a humanoid form, like some strange suit of armor. Legs have shifted to something vaguely digitigrade, shoulders broad, fingers now curled into claws. A huge, long plume of pure blackness billows behind insubstantially, like hair. And a great tail flicks back and forth. A few moments later, green energy flashes along, etching deep, glowing leylines across his figure, seeming to solidify it properly now within the realm.

He has merged the Blue Grimoire with the core of Susano'o's power. A feat he was not sure he could do. This is a perfect test... of both this technique, and Necalli's true abilities. "Behold." His voice roars out, mouth parting with tendrils of blackness tethered between to reveal a dark green furnace within. "The Black Susano'o. This... IS A TRUE GOD!!"

Terumi then unleashes a great roar, the air billowing outwards. The ground beneath him dents almost two meters in a perfect sphere, sound barrier shattered as it rushes out in all directions, shattering already weakened trees like splinters and flying off in all directions. "SHOW ME YOUR POWER IS WORTH REDEMPTION!!"

COMBATSYS: Terumi wreathes himself in the true power of the Black Susano'o, ascending to divinity!

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Necalli          0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0           Terumi

COMBATSYS: Black Susano'o has joined the fight here as a boss!

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Necalli          0/-------/----===|

[NECALLI]
There's that little voice again. This is something bigger and badder than you, Necalli. The world has gotten darker than in your days. Things were simpler once; there was a prophecy, the dark moon would rise, the Hour of Battle would happen, and the prophesied ones would fall before him, devoured before sleep. But this thing--this thing is something else. He does not cut and run - he's made a deal, but he definitely leaps backwards as quickly as he struck forward, as Terumi's - Susano'o's - energy ravages the life of the forest.

The forest is eerily silent, as even the birds and insects have fled or died, victims of this new power. Necalli reaches out with his senses as the smoke dissipates. Yes, now *this* was its true form, or at least as close to it as this god could manage right now. Manifesting is difficult. "This is something-ing-ing... new. *You* are something new. Something unholy. Something--deadly." Necalli settles into a feral grin as the hunger takes over. "I-I-I am going to enjoy this."

Slowly circling the new form of the Black Susano'o, Necalli tests its power by keeping his distance - for now. Leaping to the side, he slams the ground, channeling his own energy into a rising shockwave aimed at Terumi's feet; the ash and brittle, dead dirt of the forest rises in a plume around him.

COMBATSYS: Black Susano'o endures Necalli's Culminated Power.

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[TERUMI]
"I have existed since before time began." the great black form bellows out, air continuing to quake and ripple around him. "There is nothing new about me... before there were Gods, before there were anything, there was me. The promise of destruction!!" His taloned feet splay, digging into the ground as he descends from his momentary levitation. And then the massive monster erupts forward, the roar of chi washing over him and burning away much of the black armor. Green leylines dull, but in a split second he is before Necalli, looming over his own monstrous physique. He barreled into the attack heedlessly, as a massive arm whirls back and then strikes out in an attempt to grasp the man by the face. "COME!! Let us see who reigns supreme!!"

He then makes to kick off the ground, sheathed with green energy as he rockets away. In his grasp, it might become apparent that some miles have just been abandoned behind in a heartbeat. The Black Susano'o impacts trees, obliterated by his very essence before they ever touch him, as a great roar builds up within his bestial vestige of a maw.

So he can then slam Necalli into the base of a mountain that seemed on the horizon a moment prior, with monumental force. A moment later, a great eruption of energy explodes out, the world becoming sheer destructive flames in all direction. Stone shatters, breaks away, disintegrates to nothing. Massive landslides trigger all along the mountain's base, as the very heavens themselves momentarily shine green in the wake of his bared fangs.

COMBATSYS: Black Susano'o successfully hits Necalli with Splintering Thrust.

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[NECALLI]
Suddenly, the fight has moved from the forest to the mountains. Necalli is caught off-guard by the thing's speed; first, it is in his face, and then, it *has* his face, and then he is being buried in a hole in a mountain that didn't exist a minute ago, before Terumi dug it out using him as a shovel and filled the gap with green flames.

When the dust and debris clear, and the shaking of the landslides stop, Necalli remains. He leaps from the gravelike prison, and as he does, the gold bands that surrounded his braids unclasp and fall to the ground. He lands among them as they clank to the rocky ground, his veritable cloud of braids - now bright red - floating behind him.

He roars wordlessly at Susano'o, and the glow spreads - first the bleeding wounds from his attack are a brilliant crimson red, then his ritual scars, and finally his eyes. The great beast gathers his strength, drawing what he can from the earth rather than from the shadow realm Susano'o was connected to, preparing for Terumi's next assault.

COMBATSYS: Necalli gathers his will.

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Necalli          1/--<<<<</<<<<<<<|

[TERUMI]
The Black Susano'o stands not far away, massive form shimmering. The wound from his earlier chi strike has not faded, and if anything the deterioration seems to have worsened. His shell is weaker there, and the glow of the reinforcing leylines seem to be fading more and more. This being is not truly omnipotent, at least if struck. Necalli's attacks can reach him. That, at least, makes this not nearly so hopeless an encounter.

"Good. Shed your bindings as much as you can. The human within you weighs you down like shackles... There is nothing in creation I cannot destroy!! And that includes what anchors you down. Yet to cede the initiative to me...?"

Susano'o then extends both hands. A green orb of energy slowly coalesces, before he grips it. A massive sword of pure energy erupts out, easily four meters long. The air trembles in the wake of it's manifestation, "Is folly!!" He rears back his arms, before twisting to suddenly unleash a terrifying slash. A bright green line seems to stretch in all directions... before the mountain behind Necalli roars, as a meter-broad line is severed through it, stretching hundreds of meters to either side. The cataclysmic blow causes the gargantuan stone to crack and tilt forward, cracks beginning to splinter up it in all directions.

A moment later, the Black Susano'o is before him again. Whether the assault was weathered or not, his created sword disperses, as he thrusts out his hand and attempts to grasp Necalli by his face. To heft him upwards as shadowy claws crush with all his force, before his free hand strikes out, to impact his glowing stomach and cause a massive point-blank explosion of whirling green fire to send him slamming back into the damaged mountain behind. "Come!! In the realm of Gods, it is devour or be devoured!! If you wish to stand with me, then PROVE YOURSELF!!"

COMBATSYS: Black Susano'o blitzes into action and acts again!

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COMBATSYS: Necalli blocks Black Susano'o's Blade of Judgement.

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COMBATSYS: Necalli interrupts Divine Dismissal from Black Susano'o with Raging Light.

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[NECALLI]
The astounding slash from Susano'o's incredibly oversized sword reaches everywhere, and the destruction is obscenely massive - Terumi lives up to his own epithet, Necalli briefly thinks, before rocks explode up and around him. The devourer raises his arms as if to block an attack from some invisible adversary, and instead catches one of the larger chunks of rock.

Rather than burying him, he lets the sword's damage bounce off and around him; his bones are bruised and aching, but he lives. Suddenly, the Susano'o is in his face. This time, when he would be grabbed, Necalli nimbly leaps over it, bringing him face to face with his astonishingly fast opponent - perhaps faster than Terumi was anticipating.

"I cede nothing, Yuuki Terumi! A predator-or-or merely knows when to strike!" With this, blood chi from his cuts pulses, flowing into his closed fist, ending in a backhand aimed at the glowing green crack in the God of Destruction's armor.

[TERUMI]
This catches the Black Susano'o by surprise. He had truly intended to annihilate Necalli with that twin barrage. Arrogance is only part of it; that did not make his attempt to grasp the man any less quick or forceful. Crimson chi slams into his chest with brutal force, and the large figure is sent staggering backwards, a hand grasping as countless green cracks spread out in all directions. "...!! Hahahaha! Most excellent. You surpass my expectations, Soul of Consuming Darkness! Even facing me, you remain a predator. I believe our accord shall be mutually beneficial..."

Suddenly, green energy begins to whirl around towards the black sheathed figure in all directions, as he kicks forward to approach Necalli again. "My time is short. This shall be my last assault..." And then, warped claws flowing with power, he attempts to slam the empowered herald into the ground with crushing force. A moment later he would twist to fling him skywards, and by no small amount. Hundreds of feet, most likely. But whether he evades or not changes little of what comes next. All of the gathered power surges into the Black Susano'o's right hand. What remains of his quickly leaking power similarly surges, the countless leylines of his shadowed armor fading immensely. And this time, the sword he manifests is easily a hundred feet long.

Sheer destructive power boils around him, melting away dirt, disintegrating stone, returning all to a state beyond nothing. Before the Black Susano'o whirls the great weapon behind, and with a massive roar swings it down with all of the force remaining within him. Countless blades flash out in all directions, impacting matter and turning it black, a state beyond ashes, before it disintegrates away. The ground rumbles, clouds ahead boil and arc with green lightning, as the true annihilating force of the Susano'o Unit's core is brought to bear on creation.

When the great flash of power is gone, the Black Susano'o stands in a wasteland. For hundreds of feet in all directions, the ground has been rent black and barren. Green flames boil and hiss, a dark smoke hanging heavy all around. A large chunk of the mountain itself is now gone, an almost perfectly cut sphere flit within it that stretches in all directions.

"This is my declaration to the world... that despair and destruction are all that will come in this dark future..." His green sword, shrunken to a much more reasonable size, is still wielded in his right hand. "Join me, Herald... and feast on this bounty that these realms have granted us!!"

COMBATSYS: Black Susano'o knocks away Necalli with #Roar of the Mad King#.
- Power hit! -

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[NECALLI]
The amount of power on display here is, frankly, ludicrous. This region of the dark forest will likely not bear much, if any, life for generations. As the hundred-foot sword materializes, Necalli realizes that Terumi is entirely correct: he is a god of destruction and despair.

When the flash of power clears, Terumi stands alone... for a time. And then Necalli falls from the sky. He remains glowing red, but his body is broken and battered beyond recognition. The green energy of Terumi's magic plays across his body, intermingling with Necalli's own blood chi in a hideous laser light show. Perhaps at first it seems that Terumi has accidentally killed the beast with his display.

Eventually, however, with the grinding of bones that clearly should not be moving as they are, Necalli forces himself to one leg - and one knee - before the clearly superior entity of destruction. "I am yours, God of Destruction. Let us devour-our-our this realm; I will be your jaws of death, if you will have me!"

COMBATSYS: Necalli takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Necalli can no longer fight.

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[TERUMI]
"Haa... haa... you survive. As I expected..." the great black being states, with a slow seethe of energy. The sword then dismisses, before the black armor sheds away. In a great roar of dismissing power, the momentarily floating body of Hazama is visible, before he crashes down on hands and knees. It's clear he's in barely any better condition than Necalli, scarcely alive from the stress to his body and vessel.

"Hahaha.... hahahaha... I cannot do that again... for some time. But the goal... was achieved. A powerful soul... will come to see what I have wrought. A tiny, annoying little bitch with blonde hair...! Her name is 'shitty vampire'. ...To most, she is immortal. But to you... I think your fangs could reach her."

Terumi tries to rise but then collapses back down once more, gritting his teeth. "She is one of many prey I can grant you...! And one of the few who would stop us from feasting on endless worlds. Rest nearby, powerful one. She will come... hahaha!"

Standing up on the second attempt, Terumi then invokes another spell, preparing a teleportation. Slowly a disc of blackness forms beneath him, wreathing with green chains, as he descends within. "It is always nice... to see a kindred soul. Rejoice, hungry one... for if you grow strong enough to devour me as well... I will welcome it with open arms!!"

With that, the black spell winks away, leaving the injured Necalli amidst the ruined battlefield. A good thing his own vessel is immortal. And there is plenty of residual energy to feast on to hasten recovery, from the powerful soul beared to lay waste to all around him.

COMBATSYS: Terumi has ended the fight here.

Log created on 19:44:47 12/14/2017 by Terumi, and last modified on 23:14:47 12/14/2017.