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Mist sat with her by the ball of fire for some time, feeling time creep by, not wanting this moment to end but he knew that eventually his control would fade and he would be forced to look on as his limbs moved by the will of another. All this time he never knew he had a sister, he would have wanted one but now she was just another enemy trying to destroy everything. Mist then suddenly got up and looked at Catya.
"The time is growing close. I have brought you gifts though to aid in your journey".
He then focused and suddenly a small rift opened and he reached into it and pulled out a large chest, it dropped it on the floor and focused again, the rift closing up. He opened the chest and drew out out an odd cylinder of metal that seemed to be coated in frost. He handed it to Catya, though the metal was ice cold.
"This is enchanted, elven steel. The perfect material for a light sword. Nuel will be able to change it's form to what you would wish it to be".
Mist then reached into the chest and drew out light blue, elven armor that also seemed to have a light frost covering. A chest piece, gauntlets, boots and a helm. He laid them upon the stone floor and nodded to himself.
"This is enchanted armor, making you almost immune to any ice based attacks, also you will be immune to general coldness so you could wander the artic in this armor and not even get a shiver. This armor eill protect you almost as well as I can".
He then drew out a medallion and walked over to Catya and fastened it around her neck.
"This will protect you against any form of possession as I cannot guarantee that my sister will not try to move to your body after you have destroyed mine. This will also protect against any form of magic, nullifying their effects to a small degree".
He then stood back and gave a small smile and looked out of one of the windows and gave a heavy sigh, feeling the time drawing close.
Catya was painfully aware of the dwindling time, but her eyes grew wide and she seemed as giddy as a child at the sight of the gift. She held the bar of metal to her cheek, feeling the cold seep into her skin. Ever since she'd taken some of Mist's power and discovered her own icy abilities, she was less troubled by cold, though she could still suffer the unpleasant side effects like hypothermia.
The armor was perfect, practically made for her. Slim, not overly feminine, and it looked to be engraved with runes. She held up the medallion to get a better look. It didn't look like a powerful ward, but that, she supposed, was probably the point.
"Once this is all said and done, you'll be gone a while, waiting to reform. And it'll be a lot longer than seven years, won't it? Just try not to disappear for too many centuries. It'll get boring after a while." She kissed his cheek, the only way she could think to assure him she didn't mind all that much.
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Mist gave a sad smile and held Catya close, then kissed her deeply before he backed away and nodded to her.
"I must go now to prepare a spell to erase my memory of this moment and then I will fall under her control again soon. The next time you meet me will not be any fun. Goodbye Catya. Keep your sword close and I will look for you in another life, another time. Try to stay safe, my brothers will watch over you when they can and tell Reaver to stay away from my woman".
He gave a genuine smile and and disipated into his mist form and soared away into the breeze, the ball of fire dying and leaving the area dark once more. Suddenly though a whisper could be heard and a man appeared where the fire had died and he stood up, leering. His face was covered in scars and small jagged pieces of dark metal jutted out from random parts on his face, his eyes were as black as midnight, he was bald with dark scars running thoughout the top of his head. He drew out a long sword that was two seperate thorned blades seperated from the middle by a small space. He then pointed at Catya with it.
"I decided to wait until your friend was gone. I am Quaris and I suffered because of Marcus. I was the other half of the experiment, my soul was shredded and doomed. I lost my immortality and now I have only one purpose, to kill you and make their grand plan fail, then Marcus will have his turn, but not until all hope has faded. Draw your sword and fight for your life, it will make killing you that much sweeter".
He then narrowed his eyes and small movements could be seen on the top of his head, as if worms were moving under his skin.
Catya assessed this strange new opponent with narrowed eyes. "At least you're killable then," she muttered. She flexed her shoulders, beginning to turn back to her demon form, which she'd be staying in for the forseeable future. She had the armor, and she drew Xephos, holding it towards him.
"As flattered as I am that i'm such an important part of your purpose in life, i'll pass on dying because of you." As she spat the last part of her sentence, she lunged at his neck with Xephos, which crackled with built up electric charge. At the same time, wave of ice spread from where she stood across the stone, attempting to wrap itself around his legs to keep him from jumping away so easily.
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Quaris gave a hate filled stare and looked to the ice that headed towards his feet. He jumped backwards, avoided the ice and swept his blade to the side and several of the thorns dislodged and appeared to swell triple their size, making them deadly daggers. He then landed back upon the floor, skidding but his attack had distracted him and he felt Catya's blade catch him on the side on the right side of his face, he shrieked with pain as he felt his eyes get cut and now he was half blinded. He still not wait to see if his thorns had connected but now he began to transform too.
"You think you deserve the power of the Fallen Angels? You are but a speck of dust to those freaks that have lived for millenia. Let me kill you now before you make a fool of yourself, better me than your lover vaporising you later. Your head will be my gift to Nuel, maybe then Fate will cure me".
His transformation was now complete, he had four vertical horns pushing out from the top of his head, his skin hardening to demonic scales. His eyes now multiplying until seven now glittered with menace like a spiders, the eighth eye still damaged. His voice echoed with many others.
"My master will not forgive you if you kill me. You have not met him yet but you will know him when you see him. He collects immortal souls and feeds upon them. He is coming and not even you will be able to stop him. You have lost Mist and now you will lose your life''.
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"I'm not dead yet, you cretin," she hissed, circling him with Xephos raised and trying to stay on his blinded side. His thorns had nearly pierced her chest if not for a quick duck sideways, so that one slicled her arm as it flew. It and the others met the wall, clattering the the ground.
Two could play his game of knives however. Fast as she could, ice shards formed in her hands and she threw them, one after the other, aiming particularly for the head. With that to distract, she drove Xephos into the ground with a force that was enough to shake things up and create deep cracks in the stone, creating a crater between where they stood.
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Quaris could only smile in amusement as her attack came and suddenly a field of darkness shifted throughout the tower and a loud deafening roar could be heard. The ice spikes melted instantly, splashing to the floor. The roof of the tower then exploded, sending stone fragments everywhere, what the roar had belonged to was now perched upon the the roof edge closest to Quaris, a large dragon which was at least a hundred feet in height, it fixed Catya with it's gleaming red eyes. It's body was covered with blood red scales that seemed to gleam with some kind of magical energy. The dragon spread it's wings, becoming an even larger and intimidating figure.
"Meet my master, know as Yuriel, the high dragon and one of the most feared immortals in existence. I am suprised Mist never told you of him".
Quaris stood back with amusement as the dragon then drew back it's head, an orange glow beginning to grow from it's belly but then suddenly another shadow appeared and grabbed Catya and suddenly everything went dark and Catya was then standing next to a large ornate gate whose doorway was lined with a layer of blue energy, whispering coming from within it.
Zealot was standing with Catya and peered at her with a blank face.
"I see you met two more of our old friends. I did not expect them to show themselves so soon, your ritual must be making them desperate enough to accelerate their plans. This gate leads to the dark place. It is not for mortals, you will be able to survive for ten hours, if you succeed in your trial then you get to leave. If you fail then you stay imprisoned forever. Well at least Mist would be able to visit you easily. Transporting you here may have bad consequences but I had no choice".
He then gestured to the gate, indicating for her to enter.
Catya held her arms up as debris spewed everywhere. The ground shook with the weight of Yuriel's roars. The dragon was easily the most terrifying creature she'd ever seem, and it was like she was rooted to the spot staring up at the beast.
There was an instant where it felt as though she was being yanked backwards, drop tackled by some shadowy force, then she was standing before the gate, mostly unharmed. The gate's prescence radiated power and intimidation.
She grimaced at Zealot. "Thank you," she murmured, taking a step forward through the gate.
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Zealot stepped through the gate with her and their was a flash of light and now they had appeared on the others side of the gate, a long stpne bridge stretched out in front of them, stretching for many miles and high above on the stone ceiling was large circular orb that shone with a faint white light but seemed to providing light well enough to illuminate the surroundings. Zealot walked with Catya as they moved down the bridge, faint screams could be heard in the darkness, every once in a while a blackened winged creatured could be seen, flitting in and out of the darkness.
"That is the guardian of the bridge, if you was not chosen by Fate then that creature would have attacked by now. It is directly linked to Fate so many a fools have tried to invade this place, to gain power or understanding, their bones now little the floor. You are about to be introduced the elders, you will be respectful and will do as they say. I would advise you to curb your attitude while you are here. They would gladly kill you on principle. Mist was to be your guide here but that task has fallen upon me. I do not share my brothers mercy or understanding but I will allow this if it will help to stop Mist".
As they neared the end of the bridge a large stone arch was now visible, two stone golems stood guard and watched them as they passed. They now descended a lsrge stairway and zealot then clutched her arm and led her into a small room with a basin. Spirit, Marcus and Reaver stood around the basin with four hooded and cloaked individuals. Zealot led her to the basin that was full of blood and a faint blue light could be seen emanating from it.
"I introduce a potential new sister, vouched for by Mist".
The four strangers nodded in unison.
Spirit stepped forward and gestured to the basin and handed her a silver goblet
"You must drink the contents, if you survive then we shall move on to the next step. If you die then you will remain trapped here forever. You hold the essence of Mist so your odds are very good. Then you must remove your clothes and lay upon this slab".
She gestured to a large stone bed that had strange demonic runes cast into it, unknown whispers seemed to stem from it, both loud and quiet. Fate had now entered the room and was now a fully grown man in a hood and cloak. He foled his arms and watched silently.
From the instant she set foot in the dark place, she felt its effects. Her head began to pound with a headache, and she felt a little dizzy and as though a fog shrouded her thoughts.
She listened to Zealot best as she could, and stuck close. There was a lot of evil down there and she was like an ant to everyone, and everything here. Easily squashed.
She peered at the goblet and inwardly shuddered at the sight of the blood she knew she'd have to swallow. She put the goblet to her lips and drank, and in an instant it was as if her throat was afire. She clutched at her windpipe, reeling backwards. The burning sensation spread hrom her throat down through her gut and extended to her limbs, like a quick and deadly poison. She dropped to her knees, waiting for death to come or for the burning to subside.
It could have been minutes or hours, she did not know. Eventually however, the feeling that her innards were digesting themselves began to fade to a distant ache.
The next step made Catya wish to groan. If thoughts could kill, Reaver might be dead ten times over for the pleasure he would no doubt take in this. Nevertheless, she begrudgingly began to remove her clothes and breast band until she was left pink and vulnerable. They were demons though, and they would not care.
She sat on the slab, laying back and feeling the harsh cold of stone that had never seen the sun. The whispers trickling from the stone swam all through her head.
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Reaver could only watch with an amused expression as Catya undressed but he remained silent and subtle in the presence of the elders. Nuel now stepped forward and drew out a large crystal that seemed identical to one of Mist's focus crystals. Spirit moved over the Nuel and placed her hand on the crystal and a strange purple like energy flowed from her finger tips to the crystal and now the crystal glowed a bright blue with silver tendrils flowed around the strange object. Nuel then moved over to Catya and narrowed his eyes at her before speaking.
"You are now going to take great power into your body, this will either kill you or the best case senario is that you will feel a pain worser than anything you have felt in your life, you are a human mortal so the pain will be far worse than any of the others. To create an immortal we must tear apart a mortal. This stone slab is ancient and will help to contain the energy within you. If it becomes too much then you will explode and I would rather not have to clean up the body parts. All you can do now is try to focus and remember why you are here, your will is at risk here".
Nuel then sighed and plunged the crystal into Catya's chest, where her heart would be, the crystal now half sticking out and the crystal seemed to dim as it poured energy into her body and begun the painful process of destroying her from the inside and rapidly healing at the same time. The elders began chanting and a strange magical shield seemed to form about Catya as the energy circled her body, her very skin disintigrating and being replaced with a harder and darker skin.
Catya could only nod to Nuel's words, shutting her eyes and breathing heavily. She focused on Mist, her anchor to this world of magic and demons, and the hellish battle to come.
Then the magic took hold. If she'd thought drinking from the chalice was pain, it was nothing compared to this.
It was like fire and brimstone, rivers of acid, molten lava. All of those things yet somehow worse, much worse. She couldn't bite back the screams. She was burning up from the inside, melting away and all that was her was replaced with... something else. Tears that flowed evaporated in an instant against the heat, leaving trails of stinging salt. She'd been gripping the edge of the stone slab so hard that her fingers bled before they too dissolved, reforming like all the rest of her.
As hard as Catya tried, she could not keep her thoughts straight in the turmoil of her changing form. For whatever reason, her mind in a moment of clarity was drawn to the old inn, her shit job, and how pathetically human she'd been.
After half an age of uncertainity as to whether or not she would explode, the lava and acid feelings began to diminish, though it still felt as though she'd been trampled by a herd of wild horses. She wasn't dead. Just different.
She was coated with scales of an iridescent blue so dark they looked black, and from her legs up grew ragged black ice, laveying over itself to her throat. The horns she'd had in half demon form remained but they were larger and curved back farther along her head. And when she tentatively moved a now clawed hand to her head, she found that her hair, mostly unchanged, was streaked with dark blue black and stiff with frost.
"I did it!" she exclaimed hoarsely, the realization of what she had become setting in.
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Nuel stepped forward and nodded in agreement.
"Yes you appear to have been successful, you slipped for a moment but you recovered. I envy the first time, it always feels the most wild, at least now any other pain thrown at you will pale in comparison. You are now immortal and you are welcome in the dark place now. You will no longer be in danger of losing your soul in this because it is already lost, you are now tied to this realm for eternity, it is your hope and your doom. You take many gifts but many burdens too. You can now transform at will".
He then turned his head as one of the elders stepped forward and a hand reached out from the sleeve, it was made of pure ice, some blue energy flowing throughout the fingertips, in the center of the palm of it's hand was a small, blue gem. It gestured wordlessly for Catya to take it.
"Seems the elders gift you a token. I would advise you to accept it. I will also provide you with a boon. Ask what you could want from me and I shall provide it".
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She beamed. She might have even hugged Nuel if she wasn't still a little terrified of him. The gem that the elder offered her however caught her eye with the way it glinted, even in such a dim place. She accepted it, cradling it in her palms with uncertain shakiness.
"Forgive, but i'm not entirely sure what to do with this." She rolled it between her fingers admiringly. "I do have one request though actually." She turned back to where her clothes and armor had been discarded. She picked up the metal that Mist had gifted her, which had been hanging from her waist.
"Mist gave this to me, he said you could craft a light sword from it." She sobered, realizing that if Nuel made this a sword, then she would end up using it to kill Mist. He'd effectively given her his own potential demise.
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Nuel had a curious look upon his face from the gem, sensing the power within it.
"The elders have their reasons, it has been some time since an immortal of ice has joined us. Keep the gem close, it's use will become clear at the end".
He then spied the metal she held in her hand and gave a smile but noticed her sudden hesitation, his mind flicked to hers and he sighed.
"A useful sword this will be but it is not for Mist. I am afraid you will need far more than a blade to destroy an immortal that takes even immortality to an unnatural place. He gave you this sword to protect yourself, not to kill him".
Nuel then rose his arms up and the metal floated from Catyas hands and then suddenly melted into a ball of liquid. Nuel then summoned a bright blue ball of energy in his hand and a bright white ball of energy in his other and they merged with the ball of liquid metal and then the sword began to form, the hilt becoming detailed with many patterns and the blade began to solidify and gleam, there were sharp forks at the bottom of the blade and the blade ended with a lethal hook, designed to pierce and tear. The blade glowed softly with a blue light, an ominous hollow feeling of power emanated from it. The blade then fell to Catyas hand.
"A blade made for you alone, it is tuned to your very essence, any other that touchs the blade will suffer a most painful curse. I will leave that as a surprise for the unwitting foe. This blade is one of a kind and unbreakable".
Nuel then narrowed his eyes at her.
"I also sense you require information from me that is not easily given".