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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:43 pm
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((Profile on my Journal. Character: Lucifer Genesis))
"Ooh" awed Lucifer, who watched the battle excitedly from the side lines. "That looks like fun, right, Chi? Can we go, can we go, can we go?"
The tall hat above him shook to life, and a single slit opened to reveal an irritated white pupil. "You may not, brat." it hissed, closing the slit once more. "This is a battle of fools, and only a fool would interfere." it hissed again, audible enough for Ronin and Redrum to hear.
Despite the warnings, Lucifer ran forward enthusiastically and ecstatic, with Chi lashing out two large 'wings' of sable matter from the cone as he ran.
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Darkness roiled and congealed into the semblance of a man, tall, broad-shouldered, and thickly muscled. Still not fully formed, the shadow had several thick trendils of a violent red fire that cored at the center of the fluid man-shape, reaching and writhing about the shadows as if searching for purchase.
Be'lal still didn't know why he had come here. Perhaps to watch mortals do battle, perhaps to join himself. The debate ran on inside his skull like two armies clashing and neither giving ground. Three identical demon heads rose from the shadow spilled about the floor briefly, coiling around Be'lal's liquid-like form, dissipating as they passed his head. Looking down, Be'lal shook his head and sighed. The Evil was eager today, but he suppressed it for now, having no wish to partake just yet.
Letting himself melt back into the shadows again, Be'lal watched intently, analyzing everything from techniques to the way these people dressed. No feast here, but maybe some form of sport. The Evil writhed. Yes, sport would be nice...
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