[ That almighty blast targets his enemy, consumes it and him a second later. He didn't sense an attack from behind - wasn't prepared to deal with someone taking his goddamn kill.
His leg, a once broken arm, all are caught as he jumps back to avoid the bulk of the explosion.
And a second later -
He spins to see none other than Kazuya, smug and confident. Not the sniveling crybaby in the woods. Not the feral beast that ripped into his body.
He looks normal. Akechi feels no joy at his presence, but-
Something brews in his chest. Foreign. Brief. Gone with a blink.
Instead, he gestures towards the shattered remains of a beast in a small crater.]
That joke was so funny I almost puked. Don't insult me with such a claim. That beast was nearly dead - you only attacked a walking corpse.
[ Another monster lunges, maw open wide and Akechi readies a serrated blade to tear it from the inside out. ]
[Kazuya's grin only increases as a familiar scent wafts toward him. Brief. Fleeting. Gone in a breath, but it's still notable. Kazuya knows how Akechi feels, and that's enough for him from someone who refuses to acknowledge anything on his own.
A hand ends up on his hip, stance cocky and sure, even in the face of Akechi's griping. He watches as another monster lunges to take a bite, watches as Akechi readies himself and-
Snaps his fingers.
Another explosion far too close for comfort, something just shy of aggressive on his own part, but never enough to be considered a real attack. An accident. A "Whoops, it's been a second and I'm relearning".
Akechi will know better.]
That one almost got you too! I think you're losing your touch, Akechi. Want me to take care of the crowd for you?
[ A blade never meets its target as another explosion consumes both beast and Akechi's sword. It doesn't stop him from slicing at the attack in frustration - a wide, sweeping slash that does nothing to stop his encroaching anger or give him the satisfaction of a kill.
And Kazuya's voice -
Confident, full of life, full of something akin to joy -
Rings out with the casual, throwaway insult.
He's doing this shit on purpose - Akechi turns his back to bewildered, broken group of monsters and points his blade towards Kazuya instead. ]
Quit screwing around or I'll put another bullet in your goddamn skull!
[ Earnest, aggressive. A little excited and hot headed because despite the beasts being crystal, there's still a scent of blood amd viscera in the air that pleases that demonic part of his brain.
It makes everything better as Akechi threatens him. ]
Maybe you can give it a shot after I finish cleaning up here for you, since you're having a tough time of it.
Go be an annoyance somewhere else. I'm sure there are plenty who want to see you in such rare form.
[ Oh.
He should have absolutely unleashed the entire clip on Kazuya's skull that day. Maybe obliterating his body would've killed him.
There's movement, rustling, Akechi should turn to meet the recovering beast but all he can do is stare down the piece of shit behind him. Waits until he can smell that goddamn creature's breath before turning around to slice it open. ]
[This time, just the once, Kazuya doesn't steal Akechi's kill. Lets the others weapon stab deep into it, lets the smell of its blood permeate the air between them. Kazuya is... Giddy. He's having a great time, and he knows that Akechi is too, despite the words he speaks.
Even if he doesn't know it himself.]
I was worried for a second I'd have to step in to save you again from that one, but I'm glad I gave you a chance. And rare form, huh? You a fan of me showing off my power unrestrained?
[He cracks his knuckles. More of the crystalline monsters charge.
In quick succession, they're all mowed down. It's not regular fire that consumes their bodies, but pitch black, dangerous and deadly. For the moment, they're alone. It's unlikely it'll stay that way for long, given the noises that the creatures make as they're reduced to nothing, not even ash.
[ It's joy. Temporary, fleeting and hits like a brick to the skull. The monster's blood soaks his hands and lets out a guttural, vile sound as its death knell. He slices it over and over and over with a wild cackle, crystal chipping and giving life to a blood soaked ground.
And then it happens.
Kazuya attacks.
Akechi can't sense the origin of the skill or the type it is. Maybe it's curse. Maybe it's something special to a king alone. It's the vicious intensity - the merciless way they're all wrapped up in dark flames and reduced to nothing that makes him happy.
He brushes a hand through his hair in frenzied glee. ]
Damn, Kazuya! You wiped them out! That's what I love to see! Look at these pathetic things - oh wait - there's nothing left!
[ Don't mind him laughing like this is the best comedy he's ever seen in his life. It's fine. It's enriching. ]
[ Joy is what he smells as Akechi's blade digs deep i to the monsters and rips them apart. Unrestrained, feral glee is what Kazuya sees and scents as Akechi takes stock of the damage he'd caused.
His left eye flicks red, and he grins, sharp and a little wild. Egged on by the apparent praise he's recieved. Every last speck of demonic energy inside him buzzes, all too pleased.
He takes a bow, like hes the best showman in the world, and looks up at Akechi from his spot.]
I can do so much more than that, you know. Would you like to see a real show?
[ There's edge of aggression in his tone, as if he can't believe Kazuya had the audacity to ask. As if Akechi doesn't want and seek out those with power. As if he doesn't willing look into a light that blinds for the smallest peak. ]
Don't expect me to watch from the sidelines though. We're going to make this bloodbath one they won't forget. So go on, your highness - start your little show.
You want a bloodbath, huh? I'll have to change up my tactics a little, then.
[After all, most of his preferred method of magic leave nothing left of whoever it is who happens to be on the receiving end. Though if it's a bloody show that Akechi wants, perhaps a more physical method of attack is the best.]
Though I'd like to see you keep up with me.
[A wink, and Kazuya is off towards the next gleam of moving crystalline monsters, and he's fast. Akechi will have a hard time keeping up, though not impossible either. Kazuya wants him to bear witness, after all]
[ A predator darts to new prey and Akechi struggles to keep up - can't manage to stay toe to toe with Kazuya and as much as it irritates him, it invigorates all the same. He tries to match his speed anyway. It's a challenge to accompany the line of issues ahead of them, only moments away from slaughter.
And with that -
He readies his blade to slash at the first creature that makes it past Kazuya's potential massacre, eye on him, not the beast, from his spot at few feet back. ]
God, I live for this - show them no mercy, Kazuya!
cw: violence and guro..... and unfortunately ig npc based specisim/racism
[A few make it past his massacre. Only because instead of using magic, instead of immolating or vaporizing the crystalline monsters where they stand, he opts for physical violence. A Piercing Strike as he slams his fist into one beasts chest hard enough to not only shatter the crystal, but puncture through its body entirely, leaving a gaping, bloody wound and coating his arm in viscera.
And then he pulls his arm back, shoving the stumbling creature into another before he strikes again, just as brutal, just as fast. They're all weaker than him, there's no contest as he strikes them all without mercy, the force of his Deathbound enough to sever limbs just from the sheer impact, leaving shattered crystal and scattered limbs around him from the onslaught. And-
He's enjoying it.
The scent of blood is strong in his nose. The feelings of elation rising higher and higher as the savagery of Bel is sated. Nowhere else could he let loose like this. No other targets would be appropriate.
But these are monsters. They're not people. They're not human. These ones aren't even former dreamers to worry about.
They're gelflings and goblins and dragonkin all caught up in the rapidly spreading ailment, and the cure is death. There's no reason for him to bring those he doesn't care for, doesn't know to the crystal to cleanse them. He doesn't care except to flaunt his power, his superiority and brutality on those that are clearly underneath him.
Every death is a victory. The weak willed Dreamers that crumble are nothing more than trash. There's blood - so much of it and none belongs to the two vicious attackers that annihilate all in their path.
Akechi takes note of every single attack - some more recognizable than others. Deathbound one he enjoys watching more than the rest. His own palms soaked blood, rot and crystal. It slices his skin, red specks dot his lips and cheeks - it's fun. So fun. Incredibly fun.
And he laughs - choked and heated through every slice and Riot Gun that Loki uses to level the ground around them. Kazuya leaves little in his wake. Akechi slices at unbreathing forms anyway - slams a foot against the open insides of some Dreamer, townsperson, disgusting little cretin anyway.
They could rip down Seravo from his throne and enact a new ruler. Could crush him and his wife under their heel and tear apart this reality for good.
He wants nothing more than to see it all burn. Through the smoke and ash of Kazuya's attacks, he sees a broken world waiting. ]
Look at that one lamenting over its pathetic little teammate!
[ It's as close to despair as these creatures feel - one beast reaching for another. Akechi's foot slams on each crooked finger one by one. ]
Aw, how sad! You should have run and hide, idiot! Now tell me how much this hurts!
[Akechi speaks, but Kazuya doesn't really hear him. Instead, his foot comes down on a crystalline creatures head hard enough to turn it into a paste after he knocks it down. There's organs and viscera everywhere, and the smell has his heart pumping loudly in his veins.
Part of him wants to pick up a fleshy bit, to lick his hands clean from the blood, just to taste, but the logical core in his brain that's still firing tells him to not. Not because it's wrong or that he shouldn't because its a step too far, but because they could be infectious just from this alone, and that part of him still wants to keep everyone safe.
Turning himself into a mindless crystal monster would run opposite of that fairly easily.
So that urge has to be dealt with, and the easiest way to do that is immolation.
The corpses erupt in black flames, catching instantly and being reduced to ash.]
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His leg, a once broken arm, all are caught as he jumps back to avoid the bulk of the explosion.
And a second later -
He spins to see none other than Kazuya, smug and confident. Not the sniveling crybaby in the woods. Not the feral beast that ripped into his body.
He looks normal. Akechi feels no joy at his presence, but-
Something brews in his chest. Foreign. Brief. Gone with a blink.
Instead, he gestures towards the shattered remains of a beast in a small crater.]
That joke was so funny I almost puked. Don't insult me with such a claim. That beast was nearly dead - you only attacked a walking corpse.
[ Another monster lunges, maw open wide and Akechi readies a serrated blade to tear it from the inside out. ]
Go find your own prey.
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A hand ends up on his hip, stance cocky and sure, even in the face of Akechi's griping. He watches as another monster lunges to take a bite, watches as Akechi readies himself and-
Snaps his fingers.
Another explosion far too close for comfort, something just shy of aggressive on his own part, but never enough to be considered a real attack. An accident. A "Whoops, it's been a second and I'm relearning".
Akechi will know better.]
That one almost got you too! I think you're losing your touch, Akechi. Want me to take care of the crowd for you?
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And Kazuya's voice -
Confident, full of life, full of something akin to joy -
Rings out with the casual, throwaway insult.
He's doing this shit on purpose - Akechi turns his back to bewildered, broken group of monsters and points his blade towards Kazuya instead. ]
Quit screwing around or I'll put another bullet in your goddamn skull!
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[ Earnest, aggressive. A little excited and hot headed because despite the beasts being crystal, there's still a scent of blood amd viscera in the air that pleases that demonic part of his brain.
It makes everything better as Akechi threatens him. ]
Maybe you can give it a shot after I finish cleaning up here for you, since you're having a tough time of it.
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[ Oh.
He should have absolutely unleashed the entire clip on Kazuya's skull that day. Maybe obliterating his body would've killed him.
There's movement, rustling, Akechi should turn to meet the recovering beast but all he can do is stare down the piece of shit behind him. Waits until he can smell that goddamn creature's breath before turning around to slice it open. ]
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Even if he doesn't know it himself.]
I was worried for a second I'd have to step in to save you again from that one, but I'm glad I gave you a chance. And rare form, huh? You a fan of me showing off my power unrestrained?
[He cracks his knuckles. More of the crystalline monsters charge.
In quick succession, they're all mowed down. It's not regular fire that consumes their bodies, but pitch black, dangerous and deadly. For the moment, they're alone. It's unlikely it'll stay that way for long, given the noises that the creatures make as they're reduced to nothing, not even ash.
Kazuya seems entirely too pleased.]
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And then it happens.
Kazuya attacks.
Akechi can't sense the origin of the skill or the type it is. Maybe it's curse. Maybe it's something special to a king alone. It's the vicious intensity - the merciless way they're all wrapped up in dark flames and reduced to nothing that makes him happy.
He brushes a hand through his hair in frenzied glee. ]
Damn, Kazuya! You wiped them out! That's what I love to see! Look at these pathetic things - oh wait - there's nothing left!
[ Don't mind him laughing like this is the best comedy he's ever seen in his life. It's fine. It's enriching. ]
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His left eye flicks red, and he grins, sharp and a little wild. Egged on by the apparent praise he's recieved. Every last speck of demonic energy inside him buzzes, all too pleased.
He takes a bow, like hes the best showman in the world, and looks up at Akechi from his spot.]
I can do so much more than that, you know. Would you like to see a real show?
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[ There's edge of aggression in his tone, as if he can't believe Kazuya had the audacity to ask. As if Akechi doesn't want and seek out those with power. As if he doesn't willing look into a light that blinds for the smallest peak. ]
Don't expect me to watch from the sidelines though. We're going to make this bloodbath one they won't forget. So go on, your highness - start your little show.
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[After all, most of his preferred method of magic leave nothing left of whoever it is who happens to be on the receiving end. Though if it's a bloody show that Akechi wants, perhaps a more physical method of attack is the best.]
Though I'd like to see you keep up with me.
[A wink, and Kazuya is off towards the next gleam of moving crystalline monsters, and he's fast. Akechi will have a hard time keeping up, though not impossible either. Kazuya wants him to bear witness, after all]
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And with that -
He readies his blade to slash at the first creature that makes it past Kazuya's potential massacre, eye on him, not the beast, from his spot at few feet back. ]
God, I live for this - show them no mercy, Kazuya!
cw: violence and guro..... and unfortunately ig npc based specisim/racism
And then he pulls his arm back, shoving the stumbling creature into another before he strikes again, just as brutal, just as fast. They're all weaker than him, there's no contest as he strikes them all without mercy, the force of his Deathbound enough to sever limbs just from the sheer impact, leaving shattered crystal and scattered limbs around him from the onslaught. And-
He's enjoying it.
The scent of blood is strong in his nose. The feelings of elation rising higher and higher as the savagery of Bel is sated. Nowhere else could he let loose like this. No other targets would be appropriate.
But these are monsters. They're not people. They're not human. These ones aren't even former dreamers to worry about.
They're gelflings and goblins and dragonkin all caught up in the rapidly spreading ailment, and the cure is death. There's no reason for him to bring those he doesn't care for, doesn't know to the crystal to cleanse them. He doesn't care except to flaunt his power, his superiority and brutality on those that are clearly underneath him.
It's a fun game.]
cw: all that cont bc they're fr f r e a k s
Every death is a victory. The weak willed Dreamers that crumble are nothing more than trash. There's blood - so much of it and none belongs to the two vicious attackers that annihilate all in their path.
Akechi takes note of every single attack - some more recognizable than others. Deathbound one he enjoys watching more than the rest. His own palms soaked blood, rot and crystal. It slices his skin, red specks dot his lips and cheeks - it's fun. So fun. Incredibly fun.
And he laughs - choked and heated through every slice and Riot Gun that Loki uses to level the ground around them. Kazuya leaves little in his wake. Akechi slices at unbreathing forms anyway - slams a foot against the open insides of some Dreamer, townsperson, disgusting little cretin anyway.
They could rip down Seravo from his throne and enact a new ruler. Could crush him and his wife under their heel and tear apart this reality for good.
He wants nothing more than to see it all burn. Through the smoke and ash of Kazuya's attacks, he sees a broken world waiting. ]
Look at that one lamenting over its pathetic little teammate!
[ It's as close to despair as these creatures feel - one beast reaching for another. Akechi's foot slams on each crooked finger one by one. ]
Aw, how sad! You should have run and hide, idiot! Now tell me how much this hurts!
[ Fun! ♥ ]
cw: sighs. vore thoughts
Part of him wants to pick up a fleshy bit, to lick his hands clean from the blood, just to taste, but the logical core in his brain that's still firing tells him to not. Not because it's wrong or that he shouldn't because its a step too far, but because they could be infectious just from this alone, and that part of him still wants to keep everyone safe.
Turning himself into a mindless crystal monster would run opposite of that fairly easily.
So that urge has to be dealt with, and the easiest way to do that is immolation.
The corpses erupt in black flames, catching instantly and being reduced to ash.]
They're not even a challenge.