Careers of Evil - IC

Kraven knew his teleportation was going to affect them, but the vomiting? New for him. It was usually just nausea and some general dizziness. Either they were weaker than the people he usually brought with him, or he had gotten stronger again. He hoped the latter, more power meant more savagery. Either way, his re-emergence in the physical realm usually sent out a nice little shock-wave of demonic energy. To the less tuned Hunters, they wouldn't feel a thing. But the stronger ones might, they had to move quick. He grabbed the Elementals he had brought with him.

"Go, kill anyone you see. To be honest I don't care if you kill one of us in disguise, just KILL." Finishing this, he threw them out of the room headfirst. He then turned to the others. "Let's begin..."

Kraven strode out of the room, past the heap of demon body that was the Elementals, and down the hall. Reaching a grand set of double doors, he braced his legs, placed his claw against the door, and focused his demonic energy.

"... HAH~!" With a massive shout, and a burst of demonic power, the door exploded outward, sending shrapnel into the crowd gathered on the other side. His cloak billowing in the artificial breeze his attack created, Kraven strode forward. As he walked, he tapped his staff upon the ground. With every tap, a little shadow spread out. When he reached the center of the crowd, he took a look around. The sheer abject horror he saw on every face pleased him. They knew (at least most of them) that he was a major problem to them. He was no Illusionist, and his strength was more than an Elemental... he was a Necromancer... and they were all doomed.

"I am Kraven, and you all know what you are..." Waving his claw, the pools of shadow he left behind sprung up into skinny creatures with no face. (Shadow creatures.jpg) Snapping his clawed fingers, the creatures lunged out at the nearest mortal, eviscerating, clawing, decapitating, rending flesh, a sheer slaughter fest. Kraven screamed. "MEAT! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! MEEEEEAAAAAAT!"
 
Anya checked her watch. Only a bit after midnight. She moved her legs around to reposition herself in the bush she had been hiding in, though as she had found in the past couple hours, there was no right way to hide in a bush comfortably. It had been simple to sneak into the backyard of the mansion, there was a large hole in the back wall, hidden by bushes on both sides. She had made herself at the age of 6 to sneak out of the mansion. It had been a tight squeeze, but it still served her purposes. The bad feeling lingered. In fact it had grown, as during her trip to the mansion she hadn't felt a single demon's presence. They were on the move. The plan was to signal Bertha, an old maid there who was one of the few who knew about her, and get her to deliver the warning to her father letting her avoid fighting altogether. Unfortunately, fate had not been kind, as she had not seen Bertha at all tonight, and she could not trust anyone else with the entire house filled with Hunters.
She checked her watch again. She sighed. Only ten minutes had passed. Her hairs stiffened, standing on end. She could feel a burst of demonic energy flow out of the mansion in a short burst. "That's not good." she muttered to herself. She reached into her pocket, taking out her cloth wraps, putting on the regular ones first then the cronosite ones over them, taking care not to touch the cronosite with any skin. Then, shortly after, a large booming noise rang out, with a much larger wave of demonic energy following it. Her gut instinct screamed at her that whatever's in there would rip her to shreds. A smile crept onto her face. She climbed out of the bushes, and walked toward the mansion. "When in Rome, do as the romans do I guess." she said to herself, before kicking open the kitchen backdoor.
 
Although he might not be the most enthusiastic of the demons, Kamari did scatter as he was ordered to. Just standing there would have been more than foolish, and so off he trotted, deliberately taking a service staircase in an effort to avoid the real violence. He moved down the stairs cautiously, pausing at the bottom of each flight to just check that the way was still clear. Of course, it wasn't long before there was someone there - a little old butler who seemed to have shrunk like a prune over the years. His stout appearance was almost comical, and in any other circumstance Kamari might have clapped him on the back and laughed like hell.

This wasn't like anything else though, was it? Nope. Eyes scanning up and down, Kamari soon spotted the small but most certainly dangerous blade that just poked into view, though the man was making an effort to hide it. Perhaps to catch the demon unawares. His seemingly frail left arm twitched, twisting back to then arc the blade towards the demons throat. His aim and force was far better than was to be expected, but then again, the staff here could hardly be employed if they were completely defenceless.

In a cruel twist of fate (for the butler at least), the somewhat stricken demon responded instinctively, raising a half clenched fist to his mouth and blowing out a sharp breath, much in the same way an asthmatic might puff their entire lung capacity into a peak flow metre. With the added concentration of his power, the burst of breath was enough to reverse the trajectory of the blade. The knife struck true, dead centre of his forehead. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Kamari was surprised at the wave of adrenaline and endorphins that flooded through him as the body dropped. He had not felt this when he killed his brother. It wasn't that he had loved his brother, in fact the two had enjoyed a rivalry throughout his life. So, why he had actually enjoyed this one, he had no bloody idea. He put this aside for the time being, moving deeper into the heart of the large house, wondering how he'd feel at the next one.






Mena shot someone through the throat as she rounded a corner onto the main upstairs landing, the bullet passed through his throat. She wasn't rushing, that wasn't her style. Nor did she show all that much emotion as she moved or even as she despatched a handful of demons. There was too much to do, wasting energy laughing at the bastards would just be pointless. Her movements were also partly measured due to the great weight of demonic energy that pressed down on her shoulders, much like the gravity on a particularly unforgiving planet.

Her movements changed when she heard the all too sudden eruption of screams. That wasn't right. Hunters did not scream. They might jeer as they ripped the life out of some awful creature, but they did not scream. Mena vaulted the bannister, landing slightly heavily on her feet, knnes protesting as they absorbed the shock of the unforgiving wooden floor. Well, she was young, she'd live.

The young woman had intended to get rid of whatever the fuck was doing this, but then again...the moment she saw the carnage in that room, the sheer number of those nasty looking beasts... This wasn't something she could handle on her own, and Mena could just about swallow her pride and run. Well, she just needed to let off a round quickly first, one of the explosive ones. There was a slim chance that she might be able to take out the demon responsible, so why not give it a go as she backed away, soon turning to sprint down the corridor.

"Time to get out guys! If you want to live, we've got to go to ground!" She shouted until she was hoarse, and the pressure continued to get greater. The demon numbers were out of control, if they stayed here, all of their sacrifice would have been for nothing. That was not happening.
 
Scattering as ordered, liking how he had almost gotten Kraven to call him Rammstein, he ran to the center of the room, causing as much chaos as possible. It wasn't hard: all he had to do was extend his consciousness into the minds of the nearby hunters and break their minds from the inside out. Throwing his arms out, knowing that the sight of a demon, arms out like Christ on the crucifix, his fingers splayed out filled the hearts of most sane hunters with fear, Zack took the hunters one at a time, watching them drop like flies. Whenever one would rush him, it was a simple matter of showing them things that would make anyone quiver in their boots, and that would give him enough time to give them a knife to their guts.

Licking at a stray splash of blood that had gotten on the hilt of his blade, he smiled as he was overtaken by the adrenaline of the battle, enjoying every minute of it. It wasn't often that he enjoyed a battle, but this was an exception. It appealed to his carnal instincts, bringing out that crazed demon within him and it was a constant struggle to keep himself from howling and simply attacking, throwing caution and finesse to the wind. Still, as he felt the blood of a now-fallen hunter run over his hands, he couldn't help but growl happily, suddenly looking less like a man and more like a demon.
 
Amidst the carnage that he was creating, Kraven was standing still, head tilted back, arms heaving at his sides, and laughing maniacally. Until he heard the gunshot. He turned his head quickly to see where it had come from, only to have the accusing bullet strike him dead in the forehead. But this bullet packed more punch than usual, and Kraven's head was whip-lashed back, a loud CRACK! coming from his neck. His body slumped slightly, almost falling... but before he hit the ground he stopped, his body bent at an odd angle. He hovered there for a second or two, his body seeming to defy gravity, before it righted itself. Reaching up with his claw, Kraven grabbed his own head, and forced it back into place. With another sickening CRACK and a few rolls of his shoulders, Kraven's head was fixed back into place. He smiled, knowing that the attempt had been for nothing as he hadn't even started to scrape the surface of his latent power. And he continued smiling, until he saw his reflection in a silver platter resting on a table.

No, he thought to himself. The bullet was packed with...

A large network of scars had spread itself across the upper half of his face. Before, where he had been flat and bald, it was now leathery and burnt looking. Which only meant one thing to a demon.

Chronosite... the demon killing metal...

And some demons say, Kraven's rage grew 3 sizes that day. No one had ever touched him before, let alone scar him. Grabbing a nearby shadow creature by the throat, he stared into its non-existent eyes.

"Find who did this me, and get them. Use them for a God-damned BOOT when you're done..." The creature nodded, and left the room, chasing after whoever had maimed its master.

Probably should have given it more strength... Kraven thought to himself. Oh well, it should be enough... no way they will live, on with the destruction of this building...
 
Perhaps trying to help the other hunters escape by alerting them to such great levels of danger was a pretty terrible idea. Mena wasn't exactly going terribly far out of her way by shouting up and down the stairs, but it wasted enough time in order for the necromancers creature to catch up with her. The thing took her by surprise, sending the young woman sprawling down the stairs she had intended to run down. It was probably a quicker route down, but it was somewhat more painful than the first intended option.

Now, the moment she was stationary, Mena hopped back to her feet, planting her feet slightly apart, giving herself a good grounding against whatever this thing was. Clearly it was no demon, though the energy surrounding it exuded the black sickness of one. Still, there was a musk about the shadow that wasn't original. It was produced by a demon, so that meant it needed to die. Or, at least be deconstructed, if that was a more apt word.

Mena raised her gun without thinking, immediately aiming for the centre of its disgusting head. She tried to angle the bullet in such a way that she maximised her chances of a clean hit, but also hoped the bullet would strike its brain - should it even have one. It was always difficult dealing with these sorts of things, not knowing the basic anatomy of a foe was just a recipe for disaster. Maybe this time she'd get lucky.

When the gunshot fired, Mena noticed the pain through her wrist - and the swelling. The kickback of the gun wasn't normally too bad, but this time it hurt like hell. Already her right wrist had ballooned and reddened significantly. Whether or not it was broken or not, time would tell, but either way it would be out of commission for a few weeks - should she survive that long.
 
As the bullet left the Hunter's gun, the creature had a moment of clarity.

Not as strong as master... not going to survive... jump with claws... maybe-

Then the bullet met its head. Now, it had no brain, but it had a conscience. Said conscience was obliterated when the bullet's chronosite casing shredded on impact and tore the inside of its "head" into a puddle of demonic power. It stood for moment, before its body collapsed and rolled down the stairs, ending in a crumpled heap on the floor at the Hunter's feet. All was silent for a moment, until the body began to swell and bloat. And... glow? Yes, it had begun to glow red in steady pulses with a deep hum accompanying the glow. The pace of the glow began to speed up, until the whole body exploded in a loud POP! A mere POP! however resulted in the side of the building being obliterated in a rain of wood splinters and molding flying out into the night. No fire, just a powerful shockwave had just cleared the top two floors of the right of the mansion.

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All was quiet as Kraven surveyed the wreckage he had created in the ballroom, a small frown on his face.

Scarring me... How dare you... Gonna... Do horrible things to you... Grrrr....

His mind was sounding like that of a five year old. But he could care less as the shockwave met him. Turning his head towards the sound, a smile came to his face.

Let's go see this Hunter's corpse then...

When Kraven found himself at the destruction his creature had made, something felt off as he looked among the grounds where the wreckage had landed. A couple of Nobles had been skewered by larger pieces of wood, and a hunter or two had been killed by being bludgeoned by some flying material... but no guns could be seen...

The body of the one who assaulted me isn't here... they are still alive? Damn it... Damn it all...

Kraven turned to the rest of his creatures that had followed him. "Begone, I must think." And with a multitude of nods, they faded back into the ground. Save for the screams in the distance... most of the house was quiet. Kraven could still hear some scuffles here and there among the many rooms of the mansion, but most of the Hunters and such had left already. Kraven sat, and looked out into the night, staring at the moon, contemplating the beauty of it.
 
Zack dealt with the last hunter in the room he had been in, blood seeming to explode from the wound to the hunter's chest, coating his face and clothes. The echos of the screams of the hunter died out, and he turned from the body, breathing heavily. That one had put up a nice fight, and left the demon with some nice scars he would be able to impress people with. "You put up a good fight, hunter," he said to the corpse. "You even survived my illusions, I'll give you that...Shame you weren't of a higher rank...then we could've had real fun."

Cleaning off his blade with the hunter's clothes, he turned away from the body, smiling at the bloodbath that stood before him. He was one the second floor, and though the shockwave he had felt earlier had gotten rid of a good mess of hunters, he was still left with many to kill. Walking through the now-empty sitting room, he put his knife away, grinning devilishly.

The house was mostly silent, and he was able to relax some as he walked through the hallways for the stairs. Once, a corpse had turned out not to be one, and grabbed his ankle, but Zack dealt with the problem efficiently. Seeing the stairs thoroughly destroyed, he opened a window, suddenly tiring of the taste of blood in his mouth, the smell of it assaulting his nose. Breathing in the night air, he shivered as the scent of blood left him. Swinging out of the window, he let himself drop onto the soft ground next to the building, landing in some bushes. "Better find Kraven," he thought to himself, before walking along the perimeter of the building.
 
For half a second Mena smirked, clearly feeling pretty damn pleased with herself. Unfortunately, this was extremely shortlived. The young woman noticed that the odd construction was beginning to swell and bloat in a particularly unsettling way. Although she had not met with one of these dark creatures before, and had only the vaguest idea of what kind of a demon would form one, she had enough sense to know that ducking for cover would be a great idea just about now.

It turned out that falling down the stairs had been her saving grace. As the staircase had to turn a corner on its way up, there was a handy little nook into which Mena dived, crouching against the heavy wood with her arms over her head as she waited for the blast she assumed was coming. It did come. The devestation was immediate, and Mena barely even knew it had come. She was immediately showered with the various pieces of shattered wood that had once been a banister, as well as bits of panelling and random pieces of god only knew what.

Mena lay there for what seemed a long while, underneath a mound of plaster and wood, mentally surveying herself for any further injuries. Her arm was still screwed, that was a given. She knew she had plenty of cuts and abrasions over any exposed skin, the worst of which was on the back of her head. It probably wasn't too deep, she certainly didn't feel too bad, so hopefully there would be no concussion to deal with. Thank god for small favours. Now, it was just a case of getting the hell out of here alive. From her shelter, Mena could see the feet of the demon, and little else. Naturally, she assumed he was the one who had done this. He certainly felt powerful enough.

She daren't move. The more reckless side of her considered pulling the trigger of the gun that she still gripped in her good hand, but of course, that would be suicide. Assuming she even had time enough to smash her way out of the rubble and pull the trigger before the demon flattened her, who was to say the bullet would even hit him? No. This was no time for heroics, something that Mena very rarely believed. Sometimes, a person could grow more in five minutes than they did in five years, as was the case here. So, rather than going for the gun, Mena just tried not to breathe. As long as she remained undetected by this necromancer, she felt she could make her escape later. And of course, when she did, Mena would plan with any other survivors, and make sure to take personal vengeance on this bastard, along with all the others.
 
"We cleared the mansion..." A scream. "Mostly... And it now belongs to us. But Nigeria is our next target. We need to defend that Key..."

Muttering to himself, Kraven heard Zack approaching. Allowing to demon to come forward, Kraven stood.

"Find the others, we must find the Key..."



(OOC: all i can think of right now)
 
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