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[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - What was this? Flames licked the wood of houses all around the immediate area. The sky was filled with a black smog that contaminated the air. It wasn't past a week that Gabriel had been to this dainty little town near the edge of the sea. It was far from the main city of Centurea but it was a place known for tranquility. But obviously not as orange flames spread throughout the abodes like wildfire. In the midst of it all corpses remained tangled with stains of red liquid over their pale skin. None of this looked weather induced as Gabriel looked at the bodies helplessly strewn across the battlefield. The killer certainly didn't have a soft spot for women, men , or children. Because right now they were all pretty much dead and lifeless. The fear and horror were etched on the countenance of everyone dead. There didn't seem to be a soul breathing around him. The only sound was that of the constant flames growing angrier and devouring all that it touched. Kneeling over, Gabriel pried a katana from the hands of one of the fallen. Just in case the murderer was still here, he would be able to defend himself. For he believed himself to stand a far better chance than one of those villagers. And with that a single figure loomed in the middle of the dirt road as Gabriel turned a single corner. Though his appearance wasn't that of any human. Could it be that this was a demon? For once he had the urge to retreat but his legs didn't react to his mind. He needed to see and know exactly what caused such a massacre. And boldly he would call out to the strange abomination: "Are you the one responsible for this?" made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] stop your bloodclot crying, the kid, the dog everybody dying, no lying. NOTES: -

[MURAMASA NO KŌGA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] HUMAN BEINGS IN A MOB - WHAT'S A MOB TO A KING?

Genocide. Nothing except thoughtless murder radiated in the mind of the armoured swordsman, the blades sheathed on his frame drenched in the blood of the innocent. He had no reason for his actions, nor did he care, since the only thing that mattered was completing the objective. Carelessly, he strolled into the peaceful town that had no clue that a demon was in the midst. With the simple flick of a hand, a petite spark burst into a brilliant flame that danced across the weak wooden structures, burning them to ashes along with the creatures that remained within. The mechanical, devilish orbs scanned the atmosphere as the fortunate humans who escaped the conscious flames caught sight of the demonic warrior, the expression of absolute hysteria stained on their face. Merciless. The feral being chose to leave no survivors as he rampaged throughout the streets, his dual blades tearing through flesh like a hot knife through butter, nonchalantly leaving the dismembered corpses to drown in their own liquid. Not a single combatant worthy of preserving their life had stepped forward, and the voice inside his head refused to end the chaotic endeavor until the one they sought had done so. Inevitably, the malignant murderer would find nothing left to burn, and no one else to slaughter. is this what Centaurea was truly capable of? Annoyingly, he withdrew the blood-stained Ninjatō from it's sheath, gripped tightly in the right hand of terror, as his diabolical stride came to an abrupt halt. A figure loomed in the distance, a weapon held in his hand as well, but his aura seemed to glow with an intensity much greater than the cowardice civilians he had just encountered. Power. Muramasa's lost prodigy wondered if he had finally met his match, the presence of competitiveness and confrontation marking the barren, engulfed-in-flames land as their battlefield. The male spoke words pertaining to the surrounding destruction and murder, and for a few moments Kōga remained silent, observing the male as their appearances became clear to one another. Undoubtedly, the opposition was different than the low-life characters of Centaurea, but what did his capabilities truly entail? Gradually, the mechanical assassin pointed the crimson-red Ninjatō toward mysterious male, curious if he had the gall to end this madness. "Centaurea, weak. Dare you, challenge Kōga?!" made by renni of nrp

[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - And it seemed he was correct. He had stepped into the aftermath of a demon's rage. The bold red eyes met Gabriel's own crimson hues. Each being questioned the other in some way, shape, or form. Human curiosity overwhelmed Gabriel through the hellish appearance that the murderer donned. By no means was this being capable of walking the earth peaceful. Everywhere he tried to go he must have had to cause some sort of uproar with his ghoulish structure. And here Gabriel was, slightly angered by the unwarranted attack on innocents, but more concerned with the one who coined himself "Kōga." And just like that the jest at his own integrity had been created by the foul demon. His grip on the katana tightened as he stepped forth from the darkness and shadows of the burning buildings. He reached into his pocket and pulled out that of a crimson flintlock as his eyes lowered to make sure it had been loaded. A single iron pellet remained in it as his confirmation that the one shot was ready and prepared. "What's your purpose here? Why have you attacked this village filth?" Even though demons were of the supernatural race, they still had emotions that consumed them. And hopefully it would bring out the rage that he could have harbored. Kōga had successfully caught Gabriel's own eye and attention. Though he wanted an answer it certainly wasn't something he was entitled to receive. The youth even doubted that the demon would do that justice, since he was incapable of any sort of justice. "Answer me you beast." made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] nigga this shit violent death of autotune, moment of silence. NOTES: -

[MURAMASA NO KŌGA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] HUMAN BEINGS IN A MOB - WHAT'S A MOB TO A KING?

Intolerance. In the midst of chaos, destruction, and homicide stood two enthralling men, one composed partially of demonic mechanical alloy that was embedded into various sections of his body, while the other donned a simple human appearance, yet his aura wasn't as clean and untainted as it seemed. Determined that the next encounter would surely be different than the rest of the pathetic creatures that harbored in this town, Kōga held the threatening blade stubbornly in mid-air, pointed directly toward the nameless male as he anticipated a sudden shift of battle. For now, the predator was simply analyzing his prey, and by no means had any intention of showing his tail and permitting unfathomable humiliation to defeat the malignant reputation he had achieved. With the large Ōdachi strapped promptly across his back and the short blade Ninjatō readied boldly in his right hand, the confrontation was only a matter of seconds from commencing. "Purpose? HeheheHAHAHA! Death, inevitable. Beast?!...No...DEMON!!!" Showdown. The suspense couldn't have been gathered any further as a burst of adrenaline surged throughout his flesh and armour simultaneously, his soles finally comprehending movement once again as the fiend entered a hasty advance toward the male, his pathway consisting of a concave approach as he kept a resolute eye on the projectile weapon he produced. The fleeting jolt was an enduring one, considering the mass distance the two had stood apart, but this didn't deter his menacing decision even the slightest. The Reaper's mask wasn't worn upon his face for decoration — it represented the deadly mind and prominence he had forged. He was truly a murderer of men. However, even so, the voluminous extent of his capabilities would be suppressed for now as he came within extremely-close quarters, the short blade swinging infuriatingly toward the male's chest. Should he defend himself properly long enough, what exactly would the Demon do?! made by renni of nrp

[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - And it was so. The two raging opposites would surely meet in the next few seconds. It was something that Gabriel had found would happen regardless of anything that took place. To the very eyes of the demonic entity, Gabriel was just another person entering the fray. Another person that managed to stumble across the scene but surely was ready to defend himself. The grip around the handle of the katana tightened as he watched the beast. This would stand for a riveting tale of course, the slaying of a demon that is. The blade held by Kōga then pierced the air and was pointed directly at Gabriel. It was the declaration of battle that he had been waiting for. "Hmph." he murmured changing the way he held the katana. The very tip of the blade would lightly graze the soil beneath him as the blade remained ready to strike. The only thing more fierce than his looks were that of his beliefs. He claimed that he only served to kill and murder. That the death of others were acceptable losses and inevitably going to take place. His ideas were crude and full of gore, it was definitely time for a change in the way of his thinking process. Kōga now pressed forward in Gabriel's direction. His speed was surprising with the armor that he shrouded on his body. But Gabriel wouldn't remain idle like that of a sitting duck. He would meet Kōga halfway as the demon's blade swung towards his chest. The katana would clash against the foe's weapon and the sound of iron would clang as the youth did the opposite action of Kōga to reverse the blow. His left arm would then raise as the flintlock was aimed towards the face of Kōga. But the move was a simple feint as Gabriel then slashed horizontally towards the chest of his foe. Could a mortal really stand his ground against a immortal? made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] wrong, this ain't politically correct this might offend my political connects. NOTES: -