04-12-2018, 11:26 AM
The two combatants stood there, each waiting for the other to make the first move, readying a counter attack for whatever the other could have thrown at them.
If Damian were to focus on how the fusion looked compared to the other one, this one seemed a lot less uniform, where the other had uniform red skin, this was more like a patchwork, Neuman's skin easily could be mistaken as burns on the man’s body is seen from far enough away. His outfit was a lot more uniform though, his body covered in a nice black suit while most of his dark red hair was covered by a fedora hat, tilted by the singular upright horn on his head, ironically on the human part of his face.
Of course, the mummified beast wasn’t so much focused on what the fusion looked like so much as the fusion itself, it would be an interesting technique to add to his monopoly, of course with how worthless the human was on his own that’s the only way he could send him on, at least it would be worth it to steal all of Neujimin’s fighter again, sweet sweet victory.
“So, are we going to start it, or what?” The fusions words were monotone in nature, his voice deep and bellowing.
Damien raised his spear in response.
“Good answer.” It was like someone had written what Desman had said down and then got a totally different person to say them.
The fusion rushed forward, summoning his cutlass mid-stride, only for it to be deflected by Damien’s spear before it went to hit its target in the face. This weapon being blocked by a last minute thought, a knee to the stomach sending Mr.Goat Helmet back a couple of steps.
“You got dirt on my suit, pity.” It was clear that neither fighter was taking the fight very seriously. “It’s not like I expected it to last past the fight anyway.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing... About you.” With a flick of Damien’s wrist, a wave of sand washed over the fused creature, catching them off guard as they were dragged under surface.
After a few seconds, when the sand covered combatant didn’t surface the crowd was rightly disappointed, some even starting to get up like the match had just been called. That was until the ground sucked in Damien as well with a black aura. While it was exciting enough for them to stay, it sucked that they could no longer see the fighters.
Not that either of them cared, they were to busy exchanging kicks, punches, and blocks. Any blow that did manage to hit was repaid by the other side a few exchanges later, this was not going to go anywhere anytime soon, unless…
When the fusion’s next punch was trapped, instead of going in for another hit, they instead let out a multitude of elemental shots, using the recoil to dig themselves out of the ground again.
Their opponent was not far behind as he arises on a platform of sand, spear now back in his possession.
Both looked tired as the match turned into a staring contest, Neujimin Black hated how long this was taking, not that it showed on his features.
Damian threw the spear right at the abomination’s heart to try and catch it off guard, it didn’t work.
As the fusion broke the newly caught spear in half, a fire gathered around them, a sheet of glass being thrown out of it and dispersing the fire to reveal some sort of flaming cape, a pile of what could only assume to be the suit’s ashes scattered around on the floor.
Before Damian could finish recovering from the attack of glass, the fusion was already on top of him, thrusting his sword to the mummified chest. As it was caught by Damien's hand it would have drawn blood if he had any still flowing.
“I would have thought you’d have more than just superficial moves that were all just for show. This fight would have been more worth it.” That was the last thing the fusion said before trapping his opponent's other hand with his foot, and putting an energy spear right through the bandage man’s heart.
The crowd cheered at the victorious challenger as he looked up from his opponent, in return all that was given was a half-assed salute in acknowledgment as he walked out.
-
As soon as the two were unfused Desman trotted towards the last place he’d seen the storm demon, immediately looking for Ash to tell her the news, but she was already gone. “Where is she..?”
“Hm?” The other male hummed as he looked over. “Oh. The girl. Yes, I thought she told you. She had an appointment with Diablo today.” Neujimin said, he could hear the other man's concern but could care less.
Desman tensed up as soon as the words hit his ear. “Who did you send with her.”
There was a brief silence. “No one.. I sent her alone. She’s a big gi-”
Suddenly Desman turned around and hit the demon square in the jaw. With enough force and surprise, even the boss demon could be knocked on his ass by a human. “That’s for letting her meet Diablo alone!” Turning back around the redhead added. “I’m gonna go there right now.”
Before the man could even think about taking another step, Neujimin interrupted. “You won’t get far at all without help, and no one’s going to help some pet human.” Monotonically as ever. He stood up and began to brush his pants off.
“Then make it happen!” Desman demanded, every part of him burning with hatred.
“Big man, now?” Neujimin mocked him, searching his pockets. “Unlike Ash, you haven’t really performed outstandingly enough for immediate attention.”
“Just freaking do it!” Desman yelled, still facing away from him.
Neujimin paused, staring at his fighter coldly. Being attached to Desman for a mere fight he understood the kid a lot more than he’d like to. Mostly because he didn’t give a shit. He imagines that some part of Desman knew about this as well, or maybe the walls the boss demon had were enough. What surprised him was how much this human actually loved Ash, while she was willing to toss him aside for convenience.
“You’re still mine, Desman. Or did y-”
“Fuck you.” Desman said, tears coming to his eyes. He hated everything that Neujimin was and represented at that moment. “Let’s not bullshit around this. If she didn’t stand up for me you would have sold me to the first buyer. Come find me when you’ve done what I’ve told you!” He finalized this by leaving.
Desman was 100% sure Neujimin could have stopped him if he wanted, or could come find him at any point, but for now, he didn’t want to even look at that bastard. He let her go off on her own… Omni, he hoped she was okay...
“Hey Sleepyhead, I have a new board game!” The voice was familiar to Desman tried to place it as he picked himself up off the bed. “It’s called ‘The Life Game’, want to play?” Before him stood a fairy, her beautiful red wings and long blond hair recognizable in an instant.
“Please tell me it’s not about controlling the fate of someone else’s life…” The male said, still groggy.
“Please, you’ve been living here a month now and you’re still accusing me of having cosmic powers over the fate of others. If I had that ability I would have already had you between my legs by now.”
“Yeah, I guess you're right… It’s just that I keep expecting this place to be something else? It’s surprisingly calm down her but until I had a chance to actually slow down for a bit and live ‘normally’ here I would have never guessed.”
“What you mean is you thought it would be more like hell.” Alexandria was blunt and to the point. “So are we gonna play this game or what?” He asked with a huff and a pout.
“Yeah, I guess…” Desman finally stood up from the bed, his fairy companion already setting up for the board game with pieces on a nearby coffee table. Then the bell rang.
“Seriously?” She sounded annoyed. “Fine, you finish setting up the pieces I’ll see who’s there.”
As Alex left Desman noticed something, the board was completely set up already except for which pieces each player was going to use, she would obviously want the red one because that’s the one she always chose, so then he will take the orange one as he tended to for her sake.
“Desman!” The fairy said, barging back into the room and throwing an envelope made out of seemingly incredibly old paper. “I think you might want to read this.”
“Neujimin…” Opening it up and skimming through it revealed what the two both knew would eventually come, he demanded his old boss to set up a meeting with Diablo. Attached with some tape of all things was a small key.
“I guess this means you leaving then…” Her voice sounded defeated.
“You could always come with me.” He said, half joking, half serious.
“Please, I’m not the one that managed to land a meeting with Diablo. Not that I could. The only way I could get out of here is if I became a pirate and managed to find an undiscovered portal in the open sea.”
“Pirates aren't that bad.”
“Says you.”
Silence. “Look, I promise if…”
“No,” The woman interrupted. “Don’t promise that or I’ll wish it for you.” Before the man could argue she gave him a soft kiss on the lips and held it tenderly. So impactful was this kiss that he second-guessed his decisions for the hundred millionth time. She left his lips. “Now go, and just remember me.”
“Sure,” And with that the man walked off, a single tear dripping down the hell fairy’s face as her lover left.
Sure it was slightly painful to leave his friend behind here, but from what he could gather she had lived here all her life, so she could handle it. And besides, he had more important things to worry about; He had to make sure Ash had gotten out okay. He could only guess at what trouble she was in without him holding her hand… Never once in this month did he think about that until now.
Desman fiddled with the key and his collar, sure enough, it popped right off. He meant to throw them both away as he reached the ground floor, but as a last minute decision, he left both at the corner of the bar. Something for Alex to remember him by…
The red-haired human left the bar in a full sprint, heading towards his destiny.
If Damian were to focus on how the fusion looked compared to the other one, this one seemed a lot less uniform, where the other had uniform red skin, this was more like a patchwork, Neuman's skin easily could be mistaken as burns on the man’s body is seen from far enough away. His outfit was a lot more uniform though, his body covered in a nice black suit while most of his dark red hair was covered by a fedora hat, tilted by the singular upright horn on his head, ironically on the human part of his face.
Of course, the mummified beast wasn’t so much focused on what the fusion looked like so much as the fusion itself, it would be an interesting technique to add to his monopoly, of course with how worthless the human was on his own that’s the only way he could send him on, at least it would be worth it to steal all of Neujimin’s fighter again, sweet sweet victory.
“So, are we going to start it, or what?” The fusions words were monotone in nature, his voice deep and bellowing.
Damien raised his spear in response.
“Good answer.” It was like someone had written what Desman had said down and then got a totally different person to say them.
The fusion rushed forward, summoning his cutlass mid-stride, only for it to be deflected by Damien’s spear before it went to hit its target in the face. This weapon being blocked by a last minute thought, a knee to the stomach sending Mr.Goat Helmet back a couple of steps.
“You got dirt on my suit, pity.” It was clear that neither fighter was taking the fight very seriously. “It’s not like I expected it to last past the fight anyway.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing... About you.” With a flick of Damien’s wrist, a wave of sand washed over the fused creature, catching them off guard as they were dragged under surface.
After a few seconds, when the sand covered combatant didn’t surface the crowd was rightly disappointed, some even starting to get up like the match had just been called. That was until the ground sucked in Damien as well with a black aura. While it was exciting enough for them to stay, it sucked that they could no longer see the fighters.
Not that either of them cared, they were to busy exchanging kicks, punches, and blocks. Any blow that did manage to hit was repaid by the other side a few exchanges later, this was not going to go anywhere anytime soon, unless…
When the fusion’s next punch was trapped, instead of going in for another hit, they instead let out a multitude of elemental shots, using the recoil to dig themselves out of the ground again.
Their opponent was not far behind as he arises on a platform of sand, spear now back in his possession.
Both looked tired as the match turned into a staring contest, Neujimin Black hated how long this was taking, not that it showed on his features.
Damian threw the spear right at the abomination’s heart to try and catch it off guard, it didn’t work.
As the fusion broke the newly caught spear in half, a fire gathered around them, a sheet of glass being thrown out of it and dispersing the fire to reveal some sort of flaming cape, a pile of what could only assume to be the suit’s ashes scattered around on the floor.
Before Damian could finish recovering from the attack of glass, the fusion was already on top of him, thrusting his sword to the mummified chest. As it was caught by Damien's hand it would have drawn blood if he had any still flowing.
“I would have thought you’d have more than just superficial moves that were all just for show. This fight would have been more worth it.” That was the last thing the fusion said before trapping his opponent's other hand with his foot, and putting an energy spear right through the bandage man’s heart.
The crowd cheered at the victorious challenger as he looked up from his opponent, in return all that was given was a half-assed salute in acknowledgment as he walked out.
-
As soon as the two were unfused Desman trotted towards the last place he’d seen the storm demon, immediately looking for Ash to tell her the news, but she was already gone. “Where is she..?”
“Hm?” The other male hummed as he looked over. “Oh. The girl. Yes, I thought she told you. She had an appointment with Diablo today.” Neujimin said, he could hear the other man's concern but could care less.
Desman tensed up as soon as the words hit his ear. “Who did you send with her.”
There was a brief silence. “No one.. I sent her alone. She’s a big gi-”
Suddenly Desman turned around and hit the demon square in the jaw. With enough force and surprise, even the boss demon could be knocked on his ass by a human. “That’s for letting her meet Diablo alone!” Turning back around the redhead added. “I’m gonna go there right now.”
Before the man could even think about taking another step, Neujimin interrupted. “You won’t get far at all without help, and no one’s going to help some pet human.” Monotonically as ever. He stood up and began to brush his pants off.
“Then make it happen!” Desman demanded, every part of him burning with hatred.
“Big man, now?” Neujimin mocked him, searching his pockets. “Unlike Ash, you haven’t really performed outstandingly enough for immediate attention.”
“Just freaking do it!” Desman yelled, still facing away from him.
Neujimin paused, staring at his fighter coldly. Being attached to Desman for a mere fight he understood the kid a lot more than he’d like to. Mostly because he didn’t give a shit. He imagines that some part of Desman knew about this as well, or maybe the walls the boss demon had were enough. What surprised him was how much this human actually loved Ash, while she was willing to toss him aside for convenience.
“You’re still mine, Desman. Or did y-”
“Fuck you.” Desman said, tears coming to his eyes. He hated everything that Neujimin was and represented at that moment. “Let’s not bullshit around this. If she didn’t stand up for me you would have sold me to the first buyer. Come find me when you’ve done what I’ve told you!” He finalized this by leaving.
Desman was 100% sure Neujimin could have stopped him if he wanted, or could come find him at any point, but for now, he didn’t want to even look at that bastard. He let her go off on her own… Omni, he hoped she was okay...
“Hey Sleepyhead, I have a new board game!” The voice was familiar to Desman tried to place it as he picked himself up off the bed. “It’s called ‘The Life Game’, want to play?” Before him stood a fairy, her beautiful red wings and long blond hair recognizable in an instant.
“Please tell me it’s not about controlling the fate of someone else’s life…” The male said, still groggy.
“Please, you’ve been living here a month now and you’re still accusing me of having cosmic powers over the fate of others. If I had that ability I would have already had you between my legs by now.”
“Yeah, I guess you're right… It’s just that I keep expecting this place to be something else? It’s surprisingly calm down her but until I had a chance to actually slow down for a bit and live ‘normally’ here I would have never guessed.”
“What you mean is you thought it would be more like hell.” Alexandria was blunt and to the point. “So are we gonna play this game or what?” He asked with a huff and a pout.
“Yeah, I guess…” Desman finally stood up from the bed, his fairy companion already setting up for the board game with pieces on a nearby coffee table. Then the bell rang.
“Seriously?” She sounded annoyed. “Fine, you finish setting up the pieces I’ll see who’s there.”
As Alex left Desman noticed something, the board was completely set up already except for which pieces each player was going to use, she would obviously want the red one because that’s the one she always chose, so then he will take the orange one as he tended to for her sake.
“Desman!” The fairy said, barging back into the room and throwing an envelope made out of seemingly incredibly old paper. “I think you might want to read this.”
“Neujimin…” Opening it up and skimming through it revealed what the two both knew would eventually come, he demanded his old boss to set up a meeting with Diablo. Attached with some tape of all things was a small key.
“I guess this means you leaving then…” Her voice sounded defeated.
“You could always come with me.” He said, half joking, half serious.
“Please, I’m not the one that managed to land a meeting with Diablo. Not that I could. The only way I could get out of here is if I became a pirate and managed to find an undiscovered portal in the open sea.”
“Pirates aren't that bad.”
“Says you.”
Silence. “Look, I promise if…”
“No,” The woman interrupted. “Don’t promise that or I’ll wish it for you.” Before the man could argue she gave him a soft kiss on the lips and held it tenderly. So impactful was this kiss that he second-guessed his decisions for the hundred millionth time. She left his lips. “Now go, and just remember me.”
“Sure,” And with that the man walked off, a single tear dripping down the hell fairy’s face as her lover left.
Sure it was slightly painful to leave his friend behind here, but from what he could gather she had lived here all her life, so she could handle it. And besides, he had more important things to worry about; He had to make sure Ash had gotten out okay. He could only guess at what trouble she was in without him holding her hand… Never once in this month did he think about that until now.
Desman fiddled with the key and his collar, sure enough, it popped right off. He meant to throw them both away as he reached the ground floor, but as a last minute decision, he left both at the corner of the bar. Something for Alex to remember him by…
The red-haired human left the bar in a full sprint, heading towards his destiny.
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Yuuka Kazami
es is like that one meme like... "How many levels of Omniverse are you on?"Revan Noctis : Desman what are you currently doing in the omniverse?
Desman Black: I'm faking an engagement to a sex deamon to stop two samurai I accidently summoned whipping them in half, while also trying to stop them from doing the same thing to my best freind who is currently having relations with said deamon, and wh has now accidently summoned his previous girlfreind. So you know... normal stuff