RP:Obsidian Tower Demolition
Demolition
Mihael enters the pathway from the south, silent step slowly take him further out of the Eternal Forest. The forgotten hermit not caring for the hundreds of cracked skulls and femurs. The dozens of broken ribs and shattered pelvic bones that litter the cracked walkway that leads to the ebon tower before him. Nor does the lycan man pay any attention to the decaying organs that seem to protrude from the layer of bones. Rotting hearts and lungs crush beneath the man’s left foot as he steps on a liver and a pair of kidneys with his right. The bones and rotting flesh, only remind him of his youth, of all the blood he has spilt, and especially of one of many alter-egos of his, The Sin of Gluttony. The born lycan walks up to The Obsidian Tower, stepping on yet further internal organs that lay in his path as well as shattering several bones into dust with each step he takes. The long pathway to The Obsidian Tower truly doing the tower justice as it only grows larger and larger. The stone before him reaching so high into the sky that it seemed they reached to heaven itself. After what seems like several minutes, Mihael’s feet are now soaked in blood, chunks of rotting flesh, shards of broken bones, as well as dirt and dust that has developed over the years. Placing a single palm against the outer wall, neck muscles and joints rotate as he looks to the sky to see just how tall the building really is. His left hand lifting the ebon fedora he always wears slightly up so that he might see better. Tilting his head slightly to the right, he brushes the mask of ebon locks out of his face and hooks the hair behind his pierced ears upon which rest multihelix-bone piercings. Revealing his flawless porcelain face, he shows a grin, unveiling a set of perfectly white teeth. His tongue slowly makes its way across his teeth as it comes to rest upon the very long and sharp fangs as he examines the structure before him, deciding upon how best to bring the tower to the ground. Upon his right eye rests an eye patch of sorts, however this eye patch seems different from any normal eye patch found within the land. Upon the ebon hide are inscribed many different runes. Yet behind the eye patch itself the man’s right eye seems to try and burst forth as it swivels about to and fro. Examining the very structure as it takes in not only the life energy of those inside, but their souls, and any magic as well. Allowing him to sense exactly where the guards are posted at within the giant structure, giving the full blooded lycan the advantage. His left orb glows a deep blood red while where a pupil would be, there exists only a swirling ebon pit, almost as if it was a miniature black hole. The crimson orb itself is ever watchful as the hermit does not blink whatsoever, always collecting information on the task at hand, for if he was to do his job right, it would require his full attention. Fixing his black tie, making sure it is strait, the lycan then begins to unruffled his black shirt, patting it down and smoothing it out as tiny flames leap from his hands to iron out any wrinkles. The hermit then proceeds to adjust his mantle of chaos, so that it does not throw his body weight off when in battle which could put his balance at jeopardy. Tightening the armlets of annihilation he makes sure they will not slip and fall to his elbow or forearm, not a single error can be made. His hands each shift the boundless-fluid-aqua shackles that cover his wrists, a mark from his past when he was a prisoner of his own people. His fingers spin around the stem of the black rose which he carries gingerly in his hands, as if contemplating what to do with it. The lycan’s left hand pushes the black-swamp-pearl ring against his knuckle, while his right hand does the same for his left knuckle. Tightening his cotton pants and adjusting his black boots, the hermit lets out a soft sigh. When he does so, hundreds of voices come forth in a heavy sigh that’s lasts several minutes after the lycan hermit has finished sighing. Taking a few steps back the man closes is eye before he vanishes entirely and reappears emerging from the shadows that are cast from the massive tower. However instead of one man four now stand in his stead, a slight variation between the four lycanthropic beasts. Each lycan side by side, from the left would stand Mihael, then Darkness, followed by Gluttony, and finally The Other. Opening their eyes simultaneously, Mihael’s crimson eye remains the same, a black hole where his pupil would be. The crazed man cracking his neck as he prepares to destroy what stands before him. Darkness’ orb is a solid ebon as black as a starless and moonless night. Cracking his knuckles the evil sadistic being spreads his lips in a smile, to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth. Gluttony on the other hand remains completely still, his solid crimson eye occasionally darting to the rotting flesh and broken bones that lay scattered about the four lycans, the orb only growing darker and darker in its blood red hue. Finally The Other smiles as his ebon orb gleams in the darkness of the night while crimson swirling black holes lay in a circle in the center of his eye. “Shall we get started? Remember bring it down, bring it all down.” they say in unison, though when their jaws stop moving their voices continue long after. The shards that make up the man’s soul each speaking for itself and at its own pace as the tones of their voices contradict each other and fight to be heard. Harsh voices shouting, while gentle voices almost whisper their words. Violence can be heard within the tones of others, and a calm serene peace can also be heard within others. It seems that it is a storm that will always be the same, each shard fighting to be heard over the others, fighting for control, fighting to rein supreme over the others. While the voices continue, the four reach up to their right eyes and rip off the eye patches all at once, tossing them into the air before they all vanish from sight to precise locations about the tower. Their speed so fast, that it seems as if they are teleporting, however the lycans are not teleporting, but merely moving at their full speed.
Mihael enters the structure through the main entrance while the other three personalities find their own ways in, allowing them to use their own methods to bring the The Obsidian Tower to the ground. Whispers and screams are heard due north as Mihael only progresses forward with the intent to kill anyone who gets in his way, the lycan’s very aura giving off an intense pressure that only seems to increase the gravity around him to those that stray too close. Casually walking into the huge tower the stench of rage and malice only increase his determination to get this over with quickly, so that he might collect another paycheck and be on his way. Upon finding the correct doorway to enter the tower, the hermit quickly wastes no time in proceeding into doing his job. Dashing through the entrance way, his katana flashes through the air in a singular wide arc, blood bursts forth from a femoral artery as a scream of agony and pain is heard from the guard he sliced. However his blade has not tasted enough blood just yet as it swings yet again and cuts right through the neck of another guard, the man’s head falling to the ground before his body collapses to its knees and then smacks the ground where it begins to spurt blood from the neck. Allowing the momentum from the swings of his blade to take him further into the room, he spins and slides into the center of the Atrium, his eyes remaining ever watchful as they move from guard to guard, scanning the remaining six opponents. Though a few seconds later they now become five as a heavy thud can be heard falling to the ground in a wet puddle of blood. The body of the guard who had his femoral artery sliced lays fresh upon the ground as it continues to seep fresh blood onto the ground. Distracting two of the guards but for a brief second as they glance in the direction of the corpse of their fallen comrade, the hermit takes advantage of this as he katana sweeps through the air with amazing speed, creating gusts of wind powerful enough to cut through even the thickest of armor. The winds acting like razors as they meet their targets in a brutal fashion, the gusts having met one of the guard’s bodies at his midsection, while the other attempted to block the attack, however it only cut through his blade and into his chest. Both gusts of wind continue on after they have met their target and destroy an entire twelve feet of a wall. Watching as it crumbles to the ground and obsidian rocks fall to into the blood soaked ground. The first guard looks down at his midsection before his upper body slides off his waist and falls to the ground. The man now dead as his legs kick with involuntary twitches. The second guard is split down the middle in a perfect symmetrical fashion. Brains spilling out upon the floor as the fifth guard takes the opportunity and attacks the lycan from behind. Spinning upon his heal the hermit barely avoids the attack as his opponents blade grazes him and cuts through his shirt instead. However footsteps can be heard above as the whole Tower is now on alert, the forgotten hermit not having time much time, needs to end the battle quick and fast. Delivering several heavy blows toward the guard’s chest and legs, the lycan attempts to push the guard back and throw him off balance. However the final guard is smart and avoids losing his balance, defending against each attack with a mocking grin upon his face. However Mihael spins and delivers a blow over head while he kicks out from below, his foot making contact with the guard’s knee as it shatters the knee cap and bends the leg the other way. His blade coming down upon the man’s skull as it embeds itself down to his collar bone. Ripping out the weapon from his adversary’s crown, spurts of blood fly into the face of the lycan who ignores them as well as the sound of the body falling to the ground in a wet and heavy thud. Quickly he picks up the keys and begins to unlock each door one by one, setting the doors and drapes on fire, as the lycan seems to spew flames from his arms, destroying everything in his path. Where the banners high above once read LYASTRI, there now is nothing but burnt wood, molten iron, scorched obsidian, and ash. Smoke begins to pick up as the lycan ducks into the last door and runs up the stairs, climbing higher into the tower. Upon entering the next room he runs into another three guards whom all attack the lycan at once. Mihael’s hand begins to glow with ebon flames as he thrusts the flaming orb at his opponents only to strike the orb with a gust of wind to increase the size of the flames. Soon the entire room is enveloped in flames and upon the ground lie three extra crispy bodies, burnt down to the bone. The smell of death soon begins to fill The Obsidian tower as the hermit climbs further up the tower and is attacked by yet another four guards. Leaping into the air he flips and while his he is above the crowded warriors, he reaches out with his bare hands which quickly turn into the monstrous lycanthropic claws of his, and rips out a guards jaw while his other hands drags the blade of katana across the man’s throat. As he lands he crushes the jaw bone in his hand and commences the destruction of the tower, first targeting the guards who are defending it so that they might focus upon the structure itself afterward. Throwing his sword into the chest of another guard he quickly ducks, grabs hold of the second guard’s weapon, kicks off the ground and kicks another guard into the wall. Releasing his grip, he skids across the ground where he picks up the fallen guards axe and sends it flying toward the guard he kicked, the axe making a massive thud as it embeds itself in the wall and severs the man’s head. Now weaponless the lycan charges the sole remaining guard, sliding between his legs at the last moment he spins and leaps into the air once he passes the guard and withdraws a dagger, which he then sinks into the back of the neck of the remaining guard, killing him instantaneously. Raising his head, he begins to make his way up yet another set of stairs to finish off any guard that may cross his path, not caring for any mercy that he may hold inside him. For to Mihael this is a job, and the job was to destroy the tower, they never said how, but he intended to make sure that not a soul was spared, be it man woman or child.
Mihael::Darkness, as the evil entity prefers to be called, reappears half way up the tower, running along the outer wall of The Obsidian Tower, his left and right hand extended behind his body, within their grasp is the handle of two very different looking weapons. While Mihael’s katana shone brightly with the metallic blade, these two swords were pitch black and seemed to act as a damper on the light around the tower. The two blades are dug deep into the outer wall as the monster runs full circle twice, carving parallel lines into the structure before he spins and digs both blades into the cold hard obsidian. Literally posted to the wall, he begins to chant and suddenly the blades begin to glow with the unholy dark magic he possesses, ebon flames burst forth from his hands and soon envelop the man along with his weapons. As he pulls them out from the tips emerge two massive orbs of dark magic which blow a hole into the side of the tower, creating a way for the man to enter. However the blast send him reeling as he almost looses his grip, and ends up sliding several feet below the gaping hole. Losing the fedora in the process, he begins to climb toward the crevice he created, which is soon filled with five guards, three of which peek out over the edge to see what might have caused the damage to the structure. However this is a mistake they soon learn as Darkness swing his right arm and slices their throats open, showering blood upon himself which only makes him more excited. As the bodies fall he quickly catches all three bodies upon his sword, piercing the already dead bodies through the chest, instead of letting them die the way they are, he tosses the three corpses into the air. Pulling himself up into the hole he leaps out after the corpses and slices the limbs from the torso before cutting through the sternum and turning three bodies falling, into eighteen different body parts which fly towards the ground. Using the last body as a footing, he leaps back into the entrance he created, spinning around in a cyclone with his blades held in front, so as to carve through anything that gets in his way, be it flesh, bone, or stone itself. The shell of a man does not care for these things, as long as he gets to cut loose he is happy, which is only proven by the sick smile that spreads across his blood spattered face. The remaining two guards leap for their lives as they try to duck and avoid the attack, however as he passes over the corpses the dark entity severs their heads before he severs all limbs and torso’s once again. It seems he is determined to make sure that they are dead. Once he has cleared the room he bends down and picks up a handful of blood, tasting the sweet sanguine fluid he lets out a sigh which echoes in the room long afterwards. Darkness then proceeds to pick up another handful and spread the still hot blood upon his face, making his already crimson flesh even darker, staining it with the blood of his victims. However his ears perk up at the sound of more guards quickly approaching, instead of waiting for them and preparing himself. The demon of the night picks up the weapons of the guards and places them through the door, so that the blades are facing the approaching soldiers. It is then that he begins to burn the entire room to ash, as well as throw the remaining chunks of the corpses out the destroyed wall. Just as the guards are about to near the door however the man rushes the doorway and dropkicks the door. The blades embed themselves into the three guards before they crash down upon the stone stairwell that leads downstairs. Darkness using the door as a surfboard as he balances himself and slides down the stairs, running cutting down enemies as he speeds right passed them, leaving a bloody trail being him, as well as many severed bodies, a few of which would die a slow and painful death as they bleed out from several main arteries. Their screams can be heard throughout the tower, as the dark being finally makes to the next level below, however he is moving too fast to simply just stop. Instead he uses this momentum to his advantage and leaps off the blood soaked door and into the rapidly approaching door. As it breaks off its hinges, the lycan leaps into the middle of the room, cleaving the heads off another two guards, before the man hurls his own weapons at what looks like a massive troll that blocks his path to the next level. In response the archers that were waiting in the room let loose their arrows at the same time, sending over 200 arrows at Darkness. Reacting as fast as possible, the man ducks in an attempt to avoid as many arrows as possible, yet as he does so he slashes the air and open a portal to the realm of darkness. While most of the arrows are sent into the other realm, he does however manage to have eight arrows embed themselves into his flesh. However he must focus upon the archers which surround him in the circular room, as they ready another set of arrows to embed into the intruder. Letting loose a crazed grin he slashes the air in multiple areas, opening portals as the arrows fly toward him, yet the portals not only eat up the arrows, but send the previous arrows back at their owners. The arrows that miss their targets are merely sent back into the realm of darkness and quickly reemerge flying back at the archers. As this happens he tears his twin swords out of the trolls flesh and begins to head down the next flight of stairs, just as the last archer is murdered by his own arrows. Rushing through the next door he is greeted by three soldiers at the ready, each stabbing out just as he enters the doorway. While he is stabbed in his thigh and chest, he only draws them closer so that he can tear their own hearts from their chest with his bare hands. Killing two of the guards this way, he slowly walks up to the third and throws the still beating hearts into his face, using them as a distraction before he vanishes and reappears behind the man only to twist his head in a 180 degree position so that the guard is now facing backwards. With that, he sends a massive column of dark flames up the way he came, burning the bodies so as not to leave any evidence of life behind, as well as to silence those few who managed to still be surviving. Taking his time with this, the heat only increases as the walls begin to crack and turn black with smoke. Upon hearing voices below him and the sounds of blades clashing, he stops and makes his way further down the tower, killing all that cross his path, stopping every now and then to rub fresh blood upon his face and taste the life’s blood of those who have fallen to his blade.
Mihael::Gluttony appears three quarters of the way up The Obsidian tower, the crimson orbs give the man away as the being known as The Sin of Gluttony, the creature seems to be the sole survivor of the seven deadly sins, at least that is what he believes. Perched on the side he digs in with his claws as he climbs his way around, using his hearing to assist him in finding the rooms with the guards in them, as well as those without. However a room is a room as he blasts holes into each room and continues his way around the tower working his way down, creating gaping hole after gaping hole. Once he destroys the wall to six rooms what used to be a man but is now a hollow shell lets out a roar so loud that it overwhelms the sounds of the screaming soldiers that are being butchered within. Entering the hole on the level right above where Darkness entered, Gluttony enters as silent as an assassin, slowly creeping as he enters a room cast in total darkness. Looking about he finds a bed, and several dressers, along with a couch and throw pillows, the room is empty, save for him. Quickly he goes about tearing everything apart with his bare hands, the bed is reduced to splinters in less than a couple minutes, and the couch is destroyed in less than thirty seconds, while he then proceeds to shred the pillows. Lighting everything on fire, he blocks the huge hole in the wall where he entered. Then the man barricades the door that leads to the levels below so that there is no escape for the guards this far up in the tower. After blocking their retreat the beast rapidly bounds through the door leading upstairs, where he is soon confronted by four guards. Using the shadows to his advantage he disappears into the first shadow and emerges from behind one of the guards only to rip the man’s arms off as he bites his throat open. Only to disappear into the shadow once again as swords clash upon the stone where he just was, again he emerges from the shadows and tears another man apart as he consumes the flesh and drinks the blood all at once. Showing off his true nature, the beast feeds off each individual he kills as the third soldier falls to his razor sharp claws and fangs. Each warrior the Sin comes across is torn limb from limb only so that he might taste each part of the body and savor the fresh blood gushing from their wounds. It is the fourth guard who begins to run up the stair case in fear, yet Gluttony emerges from the shadows yet again and bites the man’s entire head off, blood beginning to spurt forth like a fountain as it assails the lycans face. However he is not concerned with the blood staining him, for instead he begins to make his way up the stair case, dragging his claws into the stone, cutting through it while his other hand, torches everything in sight. Once he reaches the next level, the monster of a man known as Gluttony charges into a room full of six warriors each waiting for him, the look in their eyes showing that they hold no fear for the being that just entered the room. However the lycan hermit leaps onto one of the warriors, slicing his throat open, while another soldier attempts to slice Gluttony in half, the creature leaps off and onto another guard while the previous soldier is cleaved in two by his own ally. The guard whom Gluttony leapt onto has his esophagus ripped from his throat and devoured while the crazed being leaps from warrior to warrior using their hatred for him to his advantage he allows them to swing their weapons at him while he is perched upon the guards so that when he leaps off at the last second, they warriors are murdered by their own fellow soldiers. Soon enough only one soldier remains, who maintains his resolve even as Gluttony devours several corpses at once, literally eating the meat right off the bone, and even breaking the bones so that he might taste the marrow. Turning slowly he wipes chunks of flesh and droplets of blood from his mouth before he bounds after the remaining soldier who then swings a bastard sword at neck level in an attempt to cut the head off the monster in the room with him. However the creature ducks and uppercuts the warrior, sending him flying through the roof, his skull being crushed by the impact on the stone. Instead of using the stairs this time, the sadistic ever hungry being, leaps through the hole and into another room where he runs into three more guards. These three attacks in unison and as a team, attempting to position the lycan where they want so they might deliver the killer blow. However the hermit avoids the first two attacks with ease, when avoiding the third he receives a short sword through his left shoulder. Laughing, he rips the sword out, and uses the hilt to crush the man’s skull open, before he parries the next attack and cleaves the following soldier’s legs out from right under him. Then focusing upon the third warrior, Gluttony blocks several attacks before kicking the man off him and hurling the sword at the man’s chest, his aim is true as the guard flies across the room and eventually out of the tower. Walking up to the man who’s head he had cleaved open with the hilt, he begins to suck the brains out of the fallen soldier. Before long though Gluttony starts another fire in the room, and begins to throw flaming objects through the gaping hole in the ground, as he tries to burn each level down one by one. Breaking open the lock upon the door to next level up, the being picks up a pair of legs that belonged to fallen warrior, who he then beats to death with his own legs, leaving nothing more than a dead body soaked in blood and broken bones. Keeping one of the legs he makes his way up the stairwell and into the next room as the fire burns savagely behind him. As he reaches the door, it is blown open and sends him flying back several feet. Two guards wait for him as they each try to make the best of their surprise attack and kill the beast that has been devouring their comrades. As Gluttony sails backward through the air he hurls the limb at one of the warriors who raises his sword to block himself with, instead it cleaves the leg in two at the knee and hits the soldier behind him sending him through one of the holes he had made before entering the building. The man’s screams and prayers can be heard until he lands several seconds later upon the cold stone ground outside the tower, his body being pierced by the many bones that litter the ground. Landing hard and rough the lycan leaps into the air, lashing out at the first soldier who tries to block but has his sword caught in the left hand of the sin while the hermit’s right hand beats his skull into the concrete wall. Stopping only to rip out the tongue and eat it before he tears the man’s intestines out and begins to eat them. The soldiers body slumps down to the ground as the creature devours the remains of the warriors in the room. Not wasting time, he continues up towards the top of the tower, ripping limbs off those who he runs into and all the while feeding off their hearts, brains, tongues, lungs, livers, and other organs as literally eats his way to the top, setting fire to every floor he clears of guards.
Mihael::The Other can be seen atop The Obsidian Tower, his hands twisting the single rose in his hands, watching as the battle continues, the tower already suffering major damage to its support structure, the fires only making it worse, as the screams of the guards and soldiers alike ring throughout the night. However an impassive look can be seen upon The Other’s face as his fingers continue to play with the rose. After a few moments, making sure that no one has escaped the tower or signaled anyone else to come to their aid, the demonic beast punches a hole through the top of the tower and begins to throw random fire balls into the room below, shortly after which he drops into the room, and uses the chaos of the fires and screams of the soldiers to silently stalk the four guards and stab each one through their throats, and into their skulls, giving them a quick and peaceful death as he saw it. Looking over their corpses, he bows his head to the dead before setting fire to the room, shooting forth flames from his palms as makes sure not a single inch of room is spared. He then makes his way to the level below with his katana drawn at the ready, as he is attacked by another five guards, the first to strike manages to tear his shirt, though in the process is stabbed in the chest, has his shoulder grabbed and is then rammed into The Other’s own elbow, breaking the man’s nose as he crumples to the ground in a bloody dying heap. Now weaponless, he dodges the next two attacks and side steps as a spear is thrown his way, the creature from Sven knows where snatches it out of the air, spinning as he does so and cutting one guard from his groin to his collar bone. The next he stabs in the liver and uses the body at the end of the spear to block the next attack before he kicks the soldier off the spear and rams it through the eye socket of the next attacker. Pulling the spear out of the soldier’s skull he turns around in time to block an attack from an axe that was thrown his way, the final soldier in the room is not giving up without a fight as he begins hurling weapons as The Other. Side stepping and blocking, he slowly but surely makes his way closer to the guard until the warrior no longer has anything to throw at the monster, pulling out a dagger he lashes out and cuts the creature upon the arm. Only pissing him off, the hermit grabs the man’s wrist and through sheer overwhelming power stabs the man in the throat with his own dagger still attached to his arm. Letting go the corpse falls to flat upon the ground with a look of horror in his eyes, a mask of death that he shall always wear, looking at the bodies about him, once again The Other offers a bow of his head to the fallen soldiers. Walking to the door way, the lycan begins to light the fires around the exits, before he blasts a huge hole through the wall so as to double check and make sure no one is getting away, the flames roaring behind him as he looks out upon what was once The Obsidian Tower, but is now the marking of a mass genocide. Spotting a single soldier running toward the forest, The Other picks readies himself as his eyes squint to see his target well over a hundred feet away. Then in a single powerful motion, he hurls the spear at his target, watching as the blade cuts through the air and meets with the spinal column of the guard, who falls flat upon the bone and rotting flesh infested pathway, not but a few feet from the Eternal Forest. Turning around he makes his way down the stairway, running into two guards whom he quickly kills by using their own attacks against them. As one swings over head to cut the lycan in two, the other attempts to stab him in the stomach. Vanish from sight at the last moment; The Other utilizes his speed and watches as the two soldiers kill each other, one being stabbed in the heart, the other having his head cleaved in two. A small smirk can be seen upon his face as he begins to shoot forth fire and burn the stairwell down, as he does so he offers a nod to the dead and pulls the sword out from the guards head. Blowing another hole into the ground this time, he begins to throw flaming clothes and chairs through the hole, so as to create a nice thick smoke on the level below him. Once nearly half the room has been tossed into the hole, he leaps down and slices the throats of those who inhabit it. It is in this room that The Other runs into Gluttony feasting upon yet another corpse. “Dun you ever get tired of eating Gluttony?” he asks the being, who in response only says, “Dun you ever get tired of hating the living and paying respect to the dead?” The two look at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing like the maniacs they are. “Alright, I guess it is time then Gluttony. Get out of here less you wish to be sliced to ribbons like these corpses.” The sin needs no further telling as he climbs out a hole in the wall, laughing as he runs down the side of The Obsidian Tower his claws tearing through the obsidian stone as he makes his way to the ground, where he then leaps at the last ten feet flips in the air and lands crouched, watching the tower burn. Soon after a massive explosion riddles the ground with stone, causing the tower to shake slightly and groan under its own weight. From the explosion leap forth Mihael and Darkness, Mihael firing orbs of flames at the tower itself, while Darkness shoots from his palms dark orbs which implode upon contact with the tower, causing yet another explosion that shakes the tower itself. Once they join Gluttony upon the ground, they all look up to the top of the tower, where a lone figure stands, The Other. Twisting the single black rose between his fingers, he thrusts it into the air, chanting as he does so with closed eyes. The rose begins to glow with a deep crimson and ebon lightening before the petals all fall off and spread about, the petals themselves denser than any metal and sharper than a razor as they fly in a cyclone above the man who respects the dead. Suddenly he thrusts his right arm into the air and then down into the stone that makes up the tower. The petals follow suit as what seems like perhaps 30 or so petals quickly become hundreds of thousands and swarm like hornets as they destroy everything that remains intact within The Obsidian Tower. The walls cracking as the petals make their way from floor to floor flushing out those who were hiding and those who manages to barely have their lives. Surprisingly multiple screams can be heard by not just the few guards who survived, but by the women and children who were trapped inside. Their bodies being torn apart as they are cut in thousands of places, from head to toe, severing limbs from the torso and tissue from bone. The four lycan’s having no mercy, no remorse, as they kill quickly and efficiently, their faces remaining as cold as steel as the voices ring out through the night. Finally after what seems like several minutes the petals make their way from the entrance Mihael had used. The ebon petals now stained crimson in the blood of those the men consider guilty, their crime, and standing in their way of destroying the tower. Suddenly The Other leaps off the top of the tower, as he swarm of petals catch him half way down, and carry him gently toward Mihael, Darkness, and Gluttony. “You all know what to do.” They say in unison, as their voices carry on after they have stopped speaking. Spreading out across the terrain, Mihael begins to slice through the air with his katana, creating gusts of wind that slice through the tower’s walls and destroy the structure’s base. Darkness continues to send his dark orbs toward the center of the tower, watching as they implode and shake the structure to its core. Gluttony laughs as he hurls fire ball after fire ball at the tower, aiming for the holes so as to add to the intense heat already inside, weakening the building further. The Other finally sends the petals toward The Obsidian tower, as it envelops the whole thing, the razors edge of the petals acting as a cheese grater would and begins to chip away at the structure, working from the top down. Eventually after constant assault on the tower itself, the building finally gives way under its own weight and collapses to the ground. Crushing everything within the radius, smoke and dust are kicked up and sent flying in all directions as chunks of molten obsidian fly out like shrapnel. The four lycan hermits continue their onslaught however until every stone is smaller than their hands. Destruction and devastation are the only thoughts upon their minds since they have already committed genocide upon those who lived here. The enchanted tower having fallen and beaten down even further until all that remains is dust and pebbles. Finally the four creatures stop their attack and listen; they listen to see if just in case, anyone did manage to survive, yet there is silence, only silence. The tower itself was marked for death before the Mihael arrived with his shattered soul, for upon the ground had already lay the decaying remains of those not welcome. However this time the ground was littered with the tower and the ashes of those who lived and kept the tower up to keep. The Obsidian Tower was no more; silently the four men begin to walk away, before Darkness, Gluttony, and The Other vanish into Mihael’s soul once more. The shards of his soul happy to have been let loose even for one day, and this time they did not have to worry about the aftermath, Mihael had done his job.
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