Duel:Dante v Solaris

Dante suddenly falls into a fit of convulsion and stumbles left to right, before dropping to his knees; the light from his robes pulsates brightly then flickers and wavers. You stare on in wonderment at the sight of the powerful being falling to nothing but the air that seems to be here. In a split second the huge appendages, wings grafted by dark magics to Dante's back, sprout forth in a darkening glow. An updraft of sweltering heat pours unto the wings, drawing the trembling form of the vampire to his feet, then back, pinned heavily to the tavern wall. Pale lids close over his eyes, hiding the crimson and emerald deeps. Darkness seems to be engulfing him, wrapping over and over in some place hidden in his body or soul. A hellish voice expels from Dante's throat, blasting towards Solaris, "For honor, glory and justice, beast!" The wings fall like drapes, enshrouding Dante and the blackness fades. The wings begins to warp, glowing white and silver hues that explode vividly about the road. When the wings are pulled back, Dante stands, magnificent and beautiful, pulsating with a liquid iridescence that pushes shadow from its holds and crevices. The once black wings have transformed, taking on an all snowy color that gleams with his aura. His pale hand slides downward, grasping at the black hilt of 'Blackfyre', and drawing it out with a dull ring, from a scabbard, formed of shadows and storm clouds. All goes silent in the moment before fire prances upon the steel blade, only much differently than expected. Ever spindle of flame is glowing a bright pearl, white as fleece, and burning with a newfound power and heat. Rushing at Solaris, weapon held fast, hand outstretched, a glowing ball forming in his palm. HIs form flies between Jacklin and Merdread, a wake of power flowing behind him. With a roar of disdain, he releases the explosive ball of light and leaps from the ground, twirling like a dancer in the air, his cloaks like beautiful ribbons flowing behind, his flaming sword sending cinders of snow-like flames flying towards Solaris. He continues in his downward spiral, his wings swarming around him, also covered in the flame soft light. Speed carries him, and hate fuels him as 'Blackfyre', now alight with white flames, and the wings of darkness, now engulfed in pearl flames and colored the same, express a heated want for Solaris to feel pure pain.

Solaris turns with a suddenness as his hatred flares up. His white feathered wings spread gracefully as he straightens his back, gaining several more inches in height. His mouth opens and expels a voice both beautiful and fair saying, "And now we see who the most foolish of the mortals is." The voice turns harsh and cruel as Solaris erupts in a fit of laughter. Solaris' grey skin surges as his muscles begin to tense. The smell of flowers that follows him around changes subtly, carrying with it now a feeling of confusion, as the golden glow from his eyes slowly changes to a crimson color. He draws forth the Dark Scythe. A sense of dread sweeps across the people as its dark blade casts a shadow about the room, driving away the light from Dante. Solaris outstretches his hand and catches the ball of light and crushes it within his apathetic grip. Solaris leaps towards Dante with the Dark Scythe outstretched, rushing to meet Dante head on.

Dante continues in his harrowing descent, flames dwindling around him as the powers of Solaris tries to quench his holy light, yet the power does not fully fail, but dampens, only to grow more with each move towards his enemy. 'Backfyre' and Solaris' dark scythe crash together, sending a brilliant display of sparks into the sky. Pure power clashes together, causing the very ground beneath your feet to quake and crack in thin, spidery chasms, from whence a heat expels, though only a bit. Good and evil seem to be things of old as the very essence of the two duelists mingles together and creates a strange feel of nauseating and a field of power that secludes Solaris and Dante from the others. As he struggles against the powers of his mortal enemy, he pulls back his palm in an condensing of power. Flurries of light form around his balled fist, knuckles white from the hold, but more from the gossamer veil that engulfs it. Every spire of light begins to swirl swiftly around their core, Dante's fist, and outstretches into a sharpened cone. His beautiful wings are outstretched, and explode with light that pounds down upon Solaris, as Dante sends the spike of light spiraling towards him.

Solaris spins the Dark Scythe around and slams the blade into the spike, shattering it. Dark tentacles of energy moves forth from the tips of his wings, wrapping around Dante and tightening, trapping even his wings within their confines. More and tendrils of energy burst forth and continue their struggles against Dante. Within the cocoon-like confines of the tentacles, small protrusions begin forming, puncturing Dante's flesh and embedding themselves deeply, even into his bones. The dark tentacles swell up with a final surge of power as Solaris cuts them loose from his body. As they swell, Dante's flesh is stretched beyond its limits. Muffled screams emit forth from the cocoon as his bones begin to crack and turn.

Dante looks on in horror as his body is slowly confined and held, body compacted into a small form, and surrounded by energy. Screams emit from his body, but are unheeded by anyone, there being no one to save him from his horrid fate. Biting protrusions begin to dig into his body and he wails a high pitched cry, struggling against the power as his body begins to break and tear. After what seemed like years of torment to Dante, his body is released and he slams into the earth with a sickening smash. A dust cloud whirls into the air and Dante lay quietly for a bit. Suddenly, as is bidden by the gods, a stream of light pours downward from the sky, slamming into Dante and charging itself up. The light beams forth in a ray of nipping cold that slams into Solaris and inches his form towards the tavern. With a struggle, Dante clambers to his feet, the light having healed his body somewhat. Step after step, he takes towards Solaris, the beam growing more powerful as the gap between them closes.

Solaris smashes through the Tavern wall, being pushed backwards by a cold beam of light coming from Dante.

Solaris screams in rage against the light and Dante. The tables in the Tavern start to rattle and lift off the ground. The wood in the tables ripple and start to crack. Solaris thrusts his arms forward and drives back the light. A darkness immediately follows the light as it rushes back towards Dante. A dark, murky sort of haze surrounds Solaris, only his crimson eyes shining through it. Solaris picks the Dark Scythe up and leaps at Dante again, this time with much greater speed and force than he'd used thus far. Solaris rams Dante with his shoulder and spins around with the Dark Scythe, cutting into Dante's back. A smell of burning flesh fills the already putrid air as the flames begin to boil Dante's blood and cook his organs.

Dante stumbles backwards, shortly blinded by Solaris blast. When his vision clears, he peers upon a large form rushing towards him, and tries to brace himself, only to be thrust back. A biting pain came quickly to his body as Solaris' scythe cut into the deeps of Dante's body, scratching horridly against bone. From the bubbling wound comes an outpour of blood, which immediately caramelizes, holding the weapon in place. Wrenching and gasping in pain, Dante tears away from the scythe, tearing away from a piece of himself as well, as he stumbles forward. His robes begin to reweave themselves with light and all dinginess disperses from them. You are gladdened as the sight of Dante's ribcage is removed from your presence, but astoundingly he stays standing and turns to Solaris. "You have hurt me before, evil one, but I take it in stride now...The pain causes me to only grow more, like a fire fed with dry tinder. Yes, the pain burns, but I take it, only to take you....Now, taste it yourself!" With that, Dante raises 'Blackfyre', now engulfed in flames of snowy hue, and expels his huge wings, membranous and pearl. His long tendrils of hair waft about in the hot air that fills the tavern. Taking a step towards Solaris, Dante lifts 'Blackfyre' and downward slashes with great force and holiness behind the attack. A beam of pureness, untainted by the evils that overtake the world, fires from the tip of the blade as it digs into Solaris' godly flesh. Spreading his wings out further, and taking in all the energies of the landscape about him, he returns it tenfold, from the beam of his blade, beam of condensed energies, in the form of silver flames.

Solaris is lost from sight as he becomes engulfed by the beam. When the onslaught is over, Solaris is standing tall and proud. He smirks at Dante with a wicked gleam in his eye, "Did you really think you could stand against a God wielding the power of a Dark Immortal? Your arrogance sickens me." A new darkness takes hold of your sight, as the entire room darkens. The sunlight streaming inward through the windows starts to die as well. The roof of the Tavern breaks away and scatters into the surrounding forest. The sun that is normally shining peacefully now hangs in the sky looking darker and sickly, it's cheerfulness now all but gone. A low noise coming from Solaris causes your stomach to rattle. An aura of black flames surrounds his body, the flames licking and biting at the air angrily. His wings sit in a restful position at his sides. He runs at Dante, laughing manically as he raises the Dark Scythe, and swings it down on last time. Dante raises his sword to meet the Dark Scythe but watches in horror as the sword shatters, sending shards and fragments in every direction, some hitting him, as well as Solaris. The Dark Scythe continues its downward stroke, and catches upon Dante's collarbone at its center in his neck. It snaps the bone as one would snap a twig in his hands, and rips through Dante's ribcage spilling his organs onto the Tavern floor.

Dante topples over, body lifeless, blood sprouting in fountains from his body. The crimson thickness drenches the tavern, soaking wood and people as well. Amazingly, he moves, dragging himself slowly into a dark corner, entrails streaking the floor behind him with blood the bubbles and froths, forming deep pools. Eyes closed, and holding a part of himself up, Dante steps into the deep pool, disappearing beneath the vermilion liquid which evaporates as Dante is engulfed, leaving only a single blood drop in the entire tavern.