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Post by wingsofsage on Aug 14, 2008 15:21:04 GMT -5
Sage kissed Asher fully, cutting her tounge perpously on his fangs, in a thankful response. She climbed off his lap and stalked towards Frost. "You know, you never were beautiful, even after death as a vampire you are still a lesser."
Frost was filled with rage as she said this. He calmed himself almost immediately and thought to himself, she must be under his power. There's no way she would do this willingly.
Sage summoned two lesser demons to her side and her eyes started blazing with fire.
Frost knew what this meant, so he spoke up right then. "Asher, I am here to challenge you to the title of Master of the City of Paris. I am not here to fight her."
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 14, 2008 15:25:43 GMT -5
This piqued Asher's interest, and he said to Sage, putting the influence of his power in the words, "Stand down." He studied Frost for a moment, then said with an amiable smile, "Oh, why not? It would be more satisfying to kill you myself. Sorry, Sage, love. We'll find you somebody else to kill."
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Post by wingsofsage on Aug 14, 2008 17:54:52 GMT -5
Sage winced at the power in those words and retreated to his side. She pouted at him and then smiled mischeviously, whispering something suggestive in his ear about later that evening.
Frost threw off his cloak, watching Asher intensly, waiting for the fight to begin.
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 14, 2008 18:07:42 GMT -5
Asher smiled at Sage and lifted her hand to his lips to kiss, then turned it over and swiftly bit her wrist. He lapped up some of the blood there, and without warning slammed his power against Frost's mind, trying to break down his walls. If he could successfully gain access to Frost's mind, he could very well become a puppet like Sage.
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Post by wingsofsage on Aug 14, 2008 18:15:14 GMT -5
Sage screamed when his teeth sunk into her flesh, a scream that turned into a moan. She looked as if she was in a drunken state, and all she could ever care about at that moment was Asher. She gave into him, gave him everything. His bite was so intoxicating that she would probably die for it. That spiked fear in her which lead into the blood that Asher was taking from her.
Frost had been preparing for a mental attack, but not one this strong. He held it back, but he needed a diversion and quick. He ran at Asher as he still lapped blood from Sage's wrist. "Get. Off. Of. Her!" He rushed to kick his knees out from under him.
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 14, 2008 18:20:33 GMT -5
Asher's eyes bled completely to a blue so deep it was nearly black, and as Asher rushed him he tossed Sage's arm aside with bone-breaking force. He hissed, moving aside barely in time to avoid the blow, and shot his arm forward, fingers curved into claws as he reached for Frost's throat.
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Post by wingsofsage on Aug 14, 2008 18:25:32 GMT -5
Sage flung back and her head made a loud crack as it hit the stone of the stairs. Blood immediately started to flow from the wound at an alarming rate. She was unconcious and still on the stone steps, twisted at an awkward angle.
Frost saw the blow coming and let his weight fall back. He hit the floor hard but side swiped Asher's feet, knocking them out from under his legs and causing Asher to fall as well. He scurried away on hands and knees, trying to create a little distance.
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 14, 2008 18:32:04 GMT -5
Asher hit the floor hard and growled in anger, momentarily distracted enough for his mental onslaught to weaken. He quickly righted himself and rushed Frost again, aiming a hard kick towards the solar plexus.
Meanwhile, Janelle was slowly starting to rise out of her drugged state. The two vampires guarding her didn't notice because they were watching the battle so intently. Janelle was still way too groggy to do anything about her own situation, and didn't really know what was going on, but she spotted Sage. That one. She faintly remembered that one. She wasn't here of her own volition. She was hurt. Janelle should help, if she could. Janelle tried to sort through her foggy mind and drew on a little bit of her power. All she could manage to do was reach out with an invisible, mental hand and weakly press on the wound in Sage's head, trying to staunch the blood flow. It didn't do much, because she was still so incapacitated, but it was an effort.
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Post by wingsofsage on Aug 15, 2008 13:22:09 GMT -5
Frost tried to block the blow from Asher but it didn't work too well considering he was deep in thought trying to devise a strategy. Just then he got an idea.
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 15, 2008 14:30:51 GMT -5
Asher spun and grabbed for Frost's arm, intending to snap it, while renewing his mental onslaught.
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Post by wingsofsage on Sept 1, 2008 17:36:55 GMT -5
Frost stopped fighting back. He was going to use Asher's mental attacks to use it against him. He acted as though Asher had reached his shields and captured his mind. He ceased all movment and said, "What would you have of me..." Frost had been rolled as a human before, so he knew what to do. All he had to do know was wait for the opportune moment to strike and kill him unawared.
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Post by starcrossed on Sept 1, 2008 18:29:21 GMT -5
Lip curling, Asher increased the pressure on Frost's arm to break the bone. He was a vampire, so it would heal quickly, but that wasn't the point for Asher. The point was the pain. With a grotesque grin, he ordered, "Kneel, and beg for mercy of your Master."
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Post by wingsofsage on Sept 1, 2008 18:33:31 GMT -5
Frost immediately fell to his knees and began to humbly gravel at Asher's feet.
Sage lay in a pool of her own blood, still unconsious.
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Post by starcrossed on Sept 1, 2008 18:43:22 GMT -5
Asher sliced his own forearm with a fang, and then offered the dripping blood to Frost. "Now. Swear yourself eternally to my services."
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Post by wingsofsage on Sept 1, 2008 18:48:00 GMT -5
This was the perfect time.... he just had to time it right. He responded, "Yes. Anything, Master." He leaned down to drink of his blood, having to get very close to him to do so. Just as he was about to bit down on the cut on Asher's arm, he lashed out with a silver dagger from his sleeve holster, right into Asher's heart.
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Post by starcrossed on Sept 1, 2008 18:52:07 GMT -5
Asher hissed in fury and agony as the silver seared his heart, preventing him from simply healing the wound. He lashed out with all the power he could summon, but the silver was already sapping away his strength.
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Post by wingsofsage on Sept 1, 2008 18:54:39 GMT -5
Frost seemed overcome by Asher's power but it then receeded. He knocked Asher back onto the ground and grabbed him by his head. He dug the dagger in deeper, then pulled it out and slit Asher's throat, right down to the spine.
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Post by starcrossed on Sept 1, 2008 19:09:35 GMT -5
Asher continued to batter his power against the shields of Frost's mind, but each attempt was weaker than the one before. He snapped at Frost like a mad dog, but even this was quelled as his throat was slit. Even with blood burbling up and out of his mouth and the gaping wound in his neck, Asher gurgled curses and insults at Frost, like any good dying villain. Giving up on harming him, with the last of his strength Asher reached out to Sage and tried to burn away her mind, to take her down with him. If he couldn't kill Frost, he'd wound him as deeply as he could.
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Post by wingsofsage on Sept 1, 2008 19:14:45 GMT -5
Frost finally took Asher's head in his hands and broke the bone keeping his exsistance still... well... exsistant.
For a moment, Sage came back to consious.... but then something went wrong and she felt dizzy. She passed out from the lack of blood and slipped into oblivion.
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Post by starcrossed on Sept 1, 2008 19:26:33 GMT -5
And Asher was no more. He crumbled, centuries of decomposition happening within seconds, until there was only dust. The two vampires who guarded Janelle were stunned, and simply stood there, unsure what to do.
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