by Max Barry

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Region: The Great Chili

ZOCOM wrote:Reaching the the doorknob the Lich was unaware of the curse until it was already far to late, it felt like a sickening crack through his entire being. Hearing Heimrich's words he looked back at the boy over his shoulder as he could feel himself turning into dust as the years catch up to him... There was no reincarnation waiting him. No judgement to fall upon him to see what life he will take... And no chance for redemption. "B-But... My service..."

He was fading into nothingness, a magical existence brought to an end by the judgement of a child who had power enough to tamper with a process meticulously made in a time before all of this was ever relevant... That act of revenge brought him in a spot light, just as much as his becoming a Mentat. Heimrich would know that there was now an eye on him, not anything that he could see. But he was definitely being perceived by something at the source, a rather knee jerk reaction to the erassure of the Lich. Though a voice soon spoke up behind him as the eyes still remained on him from afar "You've meddled in something you shouldn't have Heimrich... He might have been a prick but erasing him was out of bounds" The voice was authoritative yet posh, a nobles voice for sure. But yet the feeling, was somber yet satisfied. The voice belonged to a male, one tied to something rather immeasurable and significantly harder to just erase if he tried that again. The male had immediately recognisable Hazel coloured eyes... Well, eye. The left was a milky white. Rather fitting that it mirrored his best friend. Though they too had the brown hair that Duncan shouldn't have, though ulike Duncan his brown coloured locks were all natural... Even if his being here wasn't. He may had wanted one more person to see to, but seems he was getting another person.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm happy he's gone for what he was going to try and do to Duncan and surely try to slander my sister out of her title and home before he tries to destroy our family estate and turn it into a personal villa or something stupid, but what you did... It complicates a system someone has had going for a very long time. He was a worshipper of an Enochian exile from Paradise so he was going to be brought back as an animal to atone for that kind of heresy. But... You've just erased a life from existence. Haven't you killed enough Zoconians? We're already an endangered species as it is kid..." Heimirch would remember Duncan telling him stories of his older brother, a man by the name of Lewis. A prospective knight in the royal guard before his timely demise... And here he was, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked like he was at conflict with his thoughts. Why wasn't he already reborn and someone else by now?

"Look... I'm here to pretty much warn you not to do that again or I have to rough you up abit until you learn your lesson. Self made god versus Indentured servant style. I really don't want to, because you're friends with my kid brother... But I'm serious. You erase another one of us or mess up the afterlife process of ours... And I'll be 'asked' to kick your butt till you won't do it again... Won't, not can't. Just so we're clear... I'm not an enemy and either are the people you've royally annoyed. Yet... Just... Be more aware. You've got real power now. So be mature enough to use it. Oh... Tell Duncan nothing of this." He says point a glove hand at him as he vanishes from sight. The distant eyes no longer gazing on him.

The Lich's thoughts disgusted Heimrich. An evil being in the position of power, entitled to reincarnation whilst his victims will never come back. Only when he realized he didn't have his easy ticket out did he want a chance to redeem himself. Then this asshat shows up, admittedly he knew this would happen, to call slaying evil a crime against nature.

While the long dead brother of Duncan Cross rambles on about the poor plight of the Zoconians he spits on the dust with derision. The Zoconians drove themselves to near extinction, and their goddess let them, because their individual lives mean nothing to her. He had no pity for them, especially for the Lich he just erased.

And Lewis Cross. Never before has Heimrich loathed someone to this degree. Long dead but apparently still kicking in some fashion, and able to effect the material world if his threat is anything to go by. The strong arm of Zocom's goddess and head toy soldier, did nothing to stop Salem's plot and help his brother, doing nothing as he suffered for eight years. He didn't even know he and Heimrich were fighting to the death. He knew the Lich was after Duncan and Samantha but did nothing to dissuade or stop him. Lewis may have a job to do, but his very existence went against everything Heimrich believed in. He didn't care who he "annoyed" by defending those he cares about. He knows he's a headstrong stubborn punk, he wouldn't be here if he wasn't.

He likewise doesn't care about Lewis' final request as he and the goddess' hypocritical eye disappear, it wasn't his problem to begin with. But now that that weird encounter was over, he could go back to doing what he was here for.


"It's been a while, Albus."

ZOCOM wrote:"Vengeance is going to kill Duncan at this rate. He's burning up every last bit of power he has just to beat Heimrich... Though it looks like alot of angry flailing at this point..." Felix commented as he watched the barrier that trapped them all just broke away with the power that pierced through it. "There's no way they can keep going..."

Kill him, Kill him, Kill him!!!! Screams through the mind and in the eyes of the cornered beast, clawed toes dig into the plate glass floor beneath him to the point of fracturing, crunching and pulverising beneath each shift in his shifting stance, unable to sit still as its mind only ran rampant back to the most basic of impulses from its original life. Its albino wing stretching out wide while veins and muscles flex and bulge. The horns on his head igniting with a sickly rose flame while the strip of bone acting as a mouth guard cracks and expands to dig into his skin and cover his mouth, through cracking wide down the middle to form a sort of beak like mouth. His eyes twitches and looked at all the bolts as his arms lurch forward, a second spear forming in his open hand before throwing that straight for Heimrich, with a final lurch forward his feet crash the plate glass ground as he explodes with animation. Screaming forward with each ground shattering stride he takes into the earth, pushing his stolen body faster and faster so that the beams would need to chase him while he swiped and lunged for Heimrich with his spear.

Though something seems to be happening as the affliction affects more and more of Duncan, with Vengeance pushing himself through the transition of Wrath... With Heimrich's new awareness and Samuels uncanny knowledge... It was as if with each step that Vengeance made he was... Affecting the land, not destroying it but converting it in such a way that would make Salem smile. The land that Vengeance converted became nothing more than solid mist, not old magic or aura in his design, It was artificial and wrong. Much like how gods of Paradise had their own domains... Vengeance was making his own right here artificially, and growing larger with his influence. Ever since the civil war plenty of people knew of Vengeance and the terrible power he wielded from the recordings, and the templars were aware of him long before that... With that there was plenty of people that believed he was real... And even some templars that knew that the God Salem put him there for a reason. It was not such as emulating the gods... But stealing something they use for himself and for the sole sake of winning, much like his transmuting oxygen into bone for the sake of making a spear.

So in the distance Salem was already rather impressed that his experiment was starting to yield such interesting results. "Establishing an artificial domain to regain his spent energy... How wonderful. He's starting to meet my projections. Mmm but..." His smile fades as he looks back to Heimrich. There was still so much Heimrich could do here, he could have win the moment he transitioned. But what was he doing...

Far unlike her constant exasperation early in the fight, before it went right ways to hell, Scotti is now silent. She watches quietly and calmly, if not concerned, her aura matching, but her aura was just a front. She controlled it so no one could see the despair inside as Duncan disappeared more and more. His body was seen for such a short time before Vengeance began regrowing over it once more, steadily taking his true Forgotten form. She couldn't stop her memories of him, gathered over such a short time, but that did not ease the pain in her heart. Duncan...


A projected image of Duncan smiling gives Heimrich less than a moment's pause, but he had no time to discern its source before the hurled spear closes for a killing blow. His eyes never lose sight of it as he leans into a dodge hard to the right as a lesson from Atticus makes a real life application. Vengeance was still growing stronger as he begins to tap into his divine inheritance, that huge growth in power bears its first fruit as the spear grazes his face, a thin cut releasing small droplets of blood. Not quick enough.

The spear in hand closes frighteningly fast for Heimrich's chest, his reactions now weren't enough after just the delay between spears. I need more. Heimrich digs deep within his core, his aura running through his body, new conduits of motion when his body's reaction time is laughably slow. He didn't have enough in him to dodge this one. But his eyes spark as his concentration grows in intensity. More!

With a flash of light his cut and the few droplets burst into sparkles as he goes deeper, deeper than his body will allow. But not deeper than a Mentat is capable of. In that same flash of light his body moves in the last moment as his mind and body synchronize perfectly to Vengeance's incoming attack, forced to a new level by necessity as he twists and avoids the stab to deliver another two knuckle light strike to the beast's side as he passes.

He's getting it now, Atticus grins as the conflict begins to rapidly escalate. Mentats can keep drawing power from mental strength and future time. It's going to be rough afterwards and it's always tough on the body mind and spirit the first time its awakened. You only have this one shot!