Sebastian didn't sheathed his spear yet and walked over to Iris, being careful to walk around the giant hole Hura had made as she had escaped. He kissed her on the cheek, "I'm back safe and sound like I promised." He looked at the hole, "You afraid she's going to come back?"

Night continued to progress over the battlefield and as if on queue Hura ripped through the earth behind Sebastian. Before the poor boy could respond she had already swiped a large vicious claw at him. Darkness was beginning to engulf the area and it would be hard to keep the fight up through the shadows.

Mason turned on a dime as Hura erupted from the ground and swiped at Sebastian. Noticing the oncoming darkness Mason couldn't rely on his eyes as much as he wished. He instead checked around for Hura's mind so he could follow that. He took note of everyone else around him so he wouldn't get confused, and searched around. He stood vigilant as he shouted out "Come and get me Hura!" Mason was prepared to counter any attack that could come at him.

Iris eyes widened as she saw a rupture behind Sebastian, the time stopped for a few seconds for her... and it didn't take her so long to make a decision... Sebastian was caugt by surprise but Iris saw it comming, "Sebastian!!" Sje shouted at him and she huged him tightly and pushed him turning him around in 180° degrees takig the hit for him, she just can't see his beloved getting hurt once more... not if she can do something about it...

In the split second before Hura's claw was to rip Iris' head off, two things happened.
First, Mason realized it was only 4 PM, why was it so dark?
Second, the shadows wrapped around Hura's long clawed hand, pulling the monster's arm backwards to the point that the joint ripped. Shadows engulfed the original, spiked darkness ripping through the creature's flesh, peeling the armor backwards to expose the tender juicy bits beneath. Hura's screams of rage and pain filled the air as the monster was ripped apart, slowly and meticulously.
"My my my... You really do love him don't you?" said an all-too-familiar voice. Whistling could be heard from a particularly dark area, a very haunting and familiar tune filling the ears of the survivors as Sirius Nightshade casually walked into view.

Iris saved his life, well almost, only reason she didn't die was because of Sirius' intervention. She saved him... even though he promised to be her knight in shining armor. He shook the thoughts out of his head, he couldn't focus on that now, Sirius was here. He protectively moved himself in front of her. "The feelings between me and her are mutual. It's nice to see you again Sirius." Sebastian slowly began backing away.

"Styx? Ah that rebellious little brat? She's right here." he taunted as Sirius' shadows floated out in front of him in the shape of a cocoon. The cocoon unraveled itself and held the body of Anna tauntingly in the air in front of the group. Sirius began to giggle as he wrapped the body back in shadows before tightening the cocoon rapidly, spinning it with enough force to cause super friction to occur. When he was done he held his hand underneath the skinny cocoon, which then turned into a funnel. Ashes fell out of the funnel into Sirius' hand where he held it up for the entire group to see. Sirius waited a moment before blowing the cremated body of Anna into Dante's face.

Before any could respond he wrapped himself in shadows and prepared for battle.

OOC: I wish this could go on for years tho ;w;

Iris looked at Sirius.. she had a bit of hope that he actually showed up to help them... after all he just saved her from a killing blow, however that hope vanished as soon as she saw what happened next. Even tho Iris realised that it might be an illusion, it was a pure evil act to burn a child's dead corpse to ashes... and then blow it on Dante's face... no.... this man had nothing in his heart, he actually was pure darkness.

Thinking about it, he's way more powerful than Hura and it won't be easy to kill, it'll actually be a pain in the ass to kill him off... but he had a weakness, light. "From where am I supossed to get light?..." thought Iris, "Fire arrows?... no, they can loose their light quite easily, and my explosions aren't that big anyways... what others sources of light are there?". She looked around her trying to find a solution, when suddenly she looked at the hallway, the lights were still on... Suddenly a flash back came to her memory, remembering how she got her bluemoon arrows, Titan just placed a normal arrow on his skin and after a few seconds, the arrow turned into that same material, and as if Iris was conected to her weapon she learnt how to spawn more and more bluemoon arrows... "What if I... well... it is dangerous, but we don't have much choices....", looking at the lights in the hallway she finally thought, "I always wanted electric arrows... I wish there was a other way to get them tho".

And so, Iris left Sebastian without saying anything and ran to the hallway, she spawned a normal arrow and took it with her hand. Using a debris as support, she reached the lights in the ceiling and stabed the normal arrow right into the electric device. Iris started to receive a huge electric shock that ran through her body, she felt the arrow on her hand differently, the archer had her eyes closed but between the pain and electricity she was able to open one eye and look at the arrow, it began to glow in an intense yellow color, and when the arrow changed it's color completly the lightbulb exploded, sending Iris backwards falling onto the ground with a now new yellow arrow on her hand. Her body wasn't moving, but on her thoughts... "ugh.... Sebby is going to kill me... I can't move yet... but" Iris felt her crossbow differently, "I can now spawn electric arrows"

OOC: This post is officially reserved for a Sirius monologue when I return from school. Prepare yourself, my lovelies. <3

IC: *Knuckle Crack*

He had been watching. Carefully, distant from the commotion of battle. He had been hiding in the corners, deep in the shadowed crevices. Ever since his “disappearance”, he had watched the heroes. He was the hawk, and they were the mice. He was simply waiting for the right time.

The Destroyer had been enough of a distraction for him to simply perch himself on a high building. His pitch black hues could see the beast fall, followed by Hura’s reemergence. A slight smirk of amusement crossed his pale face as she injected herself with mind-numbing, mutating blood of both Kor and Mrath. Such a grand transformation, one that would lend the Fraysan Original improbable strength and speed. However, she gave up her intellect in the process. Did she not know how detrimental a decision this was?

A quiet chuckle of glee escaped from Sirius as every one of the heroes stepped up to face the monster. Even Nikolai, the muscle-bound bounty hunter, took the lead in the face of the child Anna’s untimely death. He made quite the effort, but it wasn’t long before he was being pummeled by the creature that was once the clergy original. This was when the widened smirk on his face contorted into a deep frown. His pitch black hues flashed with rage. It was then that he stood erect. Darkness began to consume the world, even when the sun was supposed to be out. Shadows danced around the heroes, and even the great beast was beginning to lose her sight.

He was by Hura in a flash as she moved to impale Iris with her jagged claws. It wasn’t the fact that she was going to kill her. He wasn’t mad about such a trivial thing. Hura could kill any other of the heroes, but what he was vexed about was her attempts to murder Nikolai.

“He’s mine.”

Those would be the last words that the original would ever here, as suddenly her arm was disjointed, pulled completely from the socket by the powerful shadows. Energy broke through her body, tearing off her armor and revealing tender, delectable flesh underneath it all. Slowly, as she roared in protest, she was torn into nothing but a faint cry in the wind.

“My my my... You really do love him don't you?" said an all-too-familiar voice. Whistling could be heard from a particularly dark area, a very haunting and familiar tune filling the ears of the survivors as the culprit to their salvation as well as their imminent death casually walked into view. Sirius Nightshade.

He vaguely heard the reactions of the group. For a moment, he paid no attention to the rest of the group, his focus tensing on the form of a female, desperately crawling away from his powerful aura. That same, sadistic smile crawled back onto his lips. This was Dante. The true big sister of Anna. They had only met on one other occasion, and that was so brief that he didn’t have the chance to take Nikolai’s female friend in. She asked, stammered, more like, where Anna’s body was located. Oh, how he was waiting to be asked.

"Styx? Ah that rebellious little brat? She's right here." he taunted as Sirius' shadows floated out in front of him in the shape of a cocoon. The cocoon unraveled itself and held the body of Anna tauntingly in the air in front of the group. Sirius began to giggle maniacally as he wrapped the body back in shadows before tightening the cocoon rapidly, spinning it with enough force to cause super friction to occur. When he was done he held his hand underneath the skinny cocoon, which then turned into a funnel. Ashes fell out of the funnel into Sirius' hand where he held it up for the entire group to see. Sirius waited a moment before blowing the cremated body of Anna into Dante's face.

As he watched Dante fall to the ground, her mind coming completely off of it’s hinges, he couldn’t help but become doubled over in sadistic laughter. He could barely breath, his laughter echoing and seemingly reverberating from the shadows that wrapped around the group.

“Love is such an unneeded attachment,” Sirius declared after a long silence, shaking his head in seeming disappointment, “It only makes heroes risk their lives further. It makes people to throw logic and intelligence to the wind in the name of the people they love. Good people die from this thing called ‘Love’. Do you all not see? If I were to kill one, the other would kill themselves trying to avenge their fallen love. If only you all saw that.”

“I don’t believe we’ve truly met, my dear,” Sirius said in a hushed whisper, as he walked slowly to her, his black boots causing a wet crunching of them against Hura’s bloody remains, “I’m Sirius Nightshade.”

His voice grew in volume, “I am what TRUE EVIL is. I am that dark man you see in your nightmares. A monster, placed in the body of a god. I am the bringer of disease, pain, TURMOIL. I AM what is in Satan’s deepest, darkest NIGHTMARES. I am pure, living…”

Darkness. Everything went black. The group’s sight had been stolen from them, replaced by the wretched stench of blood and gore and the sounds of footsteps that couldn’t quite be placed. Sirius’ voice was spoken audibly to everyone who had seen him in the group, and yet they were all given the paranoia that he was standing right behind them.

Many think that light is the vibrant energy. The thing that breathes light into the dying. Many think that light is a safe haven.

They all could swear that Sirius was right there, speaking in an enchanting tone, as if he was singing a deranged lullaby.

But it is DARKNESS that is the true life. Darkness is the destroyer of life, the eclipsing of the sun. The extinguisher of the light. Darkness is the true decision-maker in the life or death of every living being on this decaying planet, pulsing with an ever-living power. Darkness gives relief to the wicked, to the evil. It gives the murderers and rapists corners to hide in. Crevices to crawl into. DARKNESS, Is the TRUE safe haven. And I am the Master of that evil.

Through the darkness, hallucinations began to take form. Smiling beings with red, bleeding eyes and yellow teeth. Knives, glistening as the holder prepared to stab them all. A replaying image of Anna being impaled by Sholdra.

The Fraysans, however, do not get to enjoy my sanctuary. They exposed themselves, brought themselves into the light for all to see. For people to hunt them. They directly ridiculed MY HAVEN, and instead tried to change the world. I won’t allow it.

There is only one thing that those beasts of no intelligence got correct. And that is that this filthy planet is IMPERFECT. But it cannot be helped, it can’t be fixed. ALL human beings are IMPERFECT MESSES, EXCEPT FOR….Me.

The darkness gave way, but only enough for the others to see each other again. They couldn’t see any farther. For a moment, they wondered where Sirius was. They drew a startled breath when they saw.

Sirius was standing, his flexible body positioned in ‘Bridge.’ His feet were planted on the ground. His hands were planted on the ground as well, with his stomach positioned upwards and his head craned back. He was only inches from Dante, his pitch black hues boring it’s soulless destruction into her own as his shoulder length hair fell along his face.

Example of 'Spider Walk/Bridge' (Click to Show)

Below his body was Nikolai, on his back. His trench coat was gone still, and both the wounds in his ear and on his shoulder were still bleeding. There was a new wound on his face; A cut, deep into his face, at the same spot of Sirius’. Adjacent to his right eye, and going all the way down to his jaw. The blood was gushing onto the ground below. He was conscious, but in a daze, unable to defend himself with his revolvers cluttered against the ground somewhere.

Sirius chuckled, causing his bridged body to move slightly. He spider walked an inch closer to Dante, and continued to stare at her.

“Would you die for Nikolai?,” He asked, “Or will you allow him to die as you did with Anna?”

Sebastian watched as Iris ran back into the base, to get weapons? Get Michael? He had no idea, he was too entranced by Sirius' speech. The man held a presence and power that Sebastian never felt anywhere else, it was foreboding, heavy, and brought chills into his veins like it was running with ice. The only two that rivaled him were Maximilium and Andy, but their energy was more uplifting and kind, nothing like the void this man created. Sebastian could feel his hands grow clammy and sweat bead at his eyes, didn't want to show he was scared, he wasn't scared, he just felt useless. He could no longer fly, nor was he anywhere as psychically capable as Dante or Nikolai. He was useless, he grit his teeth and his fists tightened, he wish he had something, anything that would help him help his friends, but what did he possibly have? What could he use against Sirius?

He invetibly boiled down he couldn't do anything at the current moment. Iris wasn't back yet and it worried him, maybe she was trying to create a plan to take down Sirius? He gazed at the predicament Nikolai and Dante were in, and he wanted to stay, but he would probably be a lot more help helping Iris than standing here and gawking. Hoping that Jason, Mason, and Dante could perhaps stall enough time for him and Iris to have the plan ready, he ran into the building. He didn't have to search long to find Iris laying underneath a blown ceiling light, sprawled on the floor. "Iris, what have you gotten yourself into?" He whispered harshly as he turned back at the doorway that wasn't very far. He quickly checked her pulse and and breathing for any irregularities, they were slightly fast but if she was electrocuted, that was to be expected. After further inspection, besides the usual symptoms found within a mildly shocked victim, like stiffness of muscles and being dazed, she was fine. He looked at the strange yellow arrow in her hand, "Iris? What is this?" He looked at the blown ceiling light, "You did that didn't you?"

Coughing hardly Iris opened her eyes, and heard what Sebastian said, she was glad that he went for her, Iris' muscles were still trying to recover. After a few seconds Iris responded between small pantings, "Yes I did.... this..." she said the last part lifting the hand where she had the yellow arrow, "...this is our best weapon against Sirius, an--... and I might have a plan to use it. Now I can spawn electric arrows, I think I know how to use them and give us an advantage for this fight...", her limbs started to respond, slowly... but recovering, "please help me stand up, I just need to catch my breath"

Sebastian chuckled, Iris was always so reliable. He picked her up carefully, one arm underneath her knees and the other across her back. After getting up, he gently lowered the arm that held her legs and helped her stand. He kept his arm underneath hers just in case she might grow weak and fall.