Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160827010907

The Indomitable wrote: He laughs, very loudly. "You really don't know me, do you? If my darling Maria was still truly alive, and not completely... vegetative, then she would've told you. I care not for odds, or could've beens, or skilled foes. I care only for what I feel is worth defending, preserving, and nurturing. And if I must protect the empire by heaping the skulls of innocents, slaughtering tens of thousands, destroying entire cultures, and peoples, and going down in history as a monster, then so be it!" He draws both blades, alongside his cannons. "Go ahead." Azalea sighs.

'Very well,' she says. 'You shall have this fight that you long for. But do not be angered when you lose.'

So saying, magical chains envelop Tiamat, pinning it down and forcing Valerius's armored exoskeleton to it's knees. Azalea's triangular crest appears around her feet, and strange flowing script made of light appears in the air around her, while will-o'-wisps of stardust float gently around them. She begins to chant, and the script flares in response.

'There exists purgatory in the netherworld, and fields of fire in this world.'

Imperial soldiers rush forward, and begin to hack at Tiamat's chains, while others run howling at Azalea, swords raised.

'Fire discriminates not against good nor evil, as it burns and purifies with ferocious mercy.'

With an explosion of light, Lux slaughters those attempting to break Valerius's inescapable constraints, while Kurenai electrocutes those attempting to attack Azalea, who continues to chant calmly. 'Her specialty is Scrivening, you know,' Lux informs the captive Valerius. 'The Art of writing into being.'

'All must die and return to dust, ash and dust, for the world of the decadent is eternal. The trumpets blare and bring the moment of judgement.'

Heavy black clouds quickly gather to blot out the rising sun, and bloody red rain begins to fall.

'This is the hour. Return to the fires of hell from whence you came.'

Red lightning flashes, and the screams of the wicked sound from all sides, as men and elves alike struggle on the battlefield.

'Trouble this world no more. Leave it, and die, die, die in the dust.'

And with that, Tiamat is forcibly dispelled, the call device clunking to the ground. Azalea unfurls her parasol and walks over to the still-bound Valerius, looking at him with eerily calm eyes amid the bloody red downpour.

'It is coming, Grand Marshal,' she announces. 'Your war has awoken it. The legacy of the fallen was in vain. The Solver-of-All-Fates has been reborn, here, on this field.'

And with that, a great shape unfurls wings, and a horrible scream echoes through the world. The demon lord lives again.