Vivacious and Vicious Victor vs The Impervious Impero

(This is the meeting of Impero and Victor Frenzy, happened in rp forums. But I would like to show off how they met, and then a Present story)

Victor lays his head back in his chair, looking up to the ceiling he sighs rubbing his temple. Suddenly the shadows call to him, someone was hiding inside the darkness of the room. His recently built Paradise had garnered alot of attention as of late, many simply wanted to check out the new place. And more importantly check out Sicarius aka Victor Frenzy. He was a upstart to those within the villainous cabal, but he soon showed upon entering the fray that he was able to do just about anything. Having the charm and guile to garnish hordes of followers. Some even worship him, calling him the Coming Savior. But he knew very little of this religion and cared for it even less. Now in the silent midnight skies people have come to him, many wanting to join but others want to end him before his charm and guile make him too powerful. This was one of those men, but he came not seeking a fight but more importantly to gauge Victor.

Victor groaned loudly stepping off his chair and standing up straight. He began to lower the temperature within the room so that whoever was hiding would give themselves away. Even Victor breathed deep showing the hot air coming from his lungs in the cold room, he had hoped that his new intruder would do the same. He walked over behind his desk and tapped a button on the underside of the table. Suddenly the windows shattered as a large steel door came crashing down in its place, along with every window in the room. The doors two were covered in a steel door, making for a difficult escape for either if fighting erupted. Victor looked around in the room staring into the darkness, but he could see nothing. This one was strong able to make the shadows even hide him, Victor grinned slightly before he spoke "Who has the bravado to sneak into my home, into my room and taunt me by not allowing me to fully see who they are?" He stand behind his desk waiting for the person to reveal themselves.

Present

Victor sits across the table from Impero a wide grin on each of their faces, Victor's fingers trail the design on his Ebony Blade as it hangs next to him. He looks up at Impero "You ready to finish what should of been ended months ago?" Without waiting for Impero's reply Victor grabs the Ebony Blade and swings hard towards Impero slicing the table in half as the blade swings towards Impero's chest. As he swung he knew neither wanted death, but this would prove most entertaining for both of them.

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Diary of a Mad Teenager

(So over the course of a week plus without electricity and internet i began having these recurring dreams, if I thought of them before I fell asleep they continued. And these are my dreams, yes my dreams are this elaborate. Enjoy, more to come)

I never would of fathomed that just out of high school, I would be in the middle of a colossal war. They say that it all started eight years ago when Fitzgerald and his team of family brought down the Program. Along side two older experiments Delon and Alexander Arkady they destroyed the main complex where the Program performed horrific experiments. But in the process they lost many lives, Fitzgerald and his entire team were annihilated in the blast. No remains were ever found, but with his dying act he made his death worth something. He took in all of the chemicals that the Program used on their experiments and plunged them into the earth. His own powers lasting long after his death, the earth beneath the complex blossomed into a large garden of flowers. After two months of growing they withered away, but he still had a trick up his sleeve even in death.

Fitzgerald had allowed those chemicals to be pollenated through the flowers, and over the course of a year each chemical spread over the entire globe. Giving the potential for further generations to have the powers that he and his experiments had, but only these potentials were given a chance to live a fruitful life without the fear of the program. From those potentials grew a massive community of people with extraordinary powers. I was one of the first to manifest powers, in Middle School is when most people manifested their powers. And in almost over night one fourth of the human population changed overnight. People of the world had no idea how to handle such a burst of joy and anger at the same time, it was the first time that anything related to the Program and the Cooperation had been made public. The government tried hard to hide everything, but soon everyone knew and it took the world by storm. At first it was pretty bad, everyone using their powers as they saw fit to use them. But soon the good guys triumphed, and instead of killing them or imprisoning them, another solution was found. Another year later forty schools were created to help train and school this new breed of human. They called us The Changed, and overnight we had a real home. Most of us cast out by our parents we came to live in a place where we were loved. An for a short time it was nice, two years went by and peace was all we ever wanted. Then some of The Changed, became evil wanting power and wealth and ruined it for the rest of us. Sparking the beginning of what I know now.

I wonder if Nefirim knew this would happen, I wonder if she knew that the world would go to shit. And I wonder why she never gave us a heads up, now I sit protected by those I called fellow students. Listening to them die protecting me, I can hear the Sninards at the door they will get in soon. Last Chance is the last I hear scream, he was a good man able to extend any moment by four seconds as if stopping time for those four seconds. Guess he wasn’t able to do anything in those seconds, but he bought me sometime. I write this in hope that someone finds this diary, and can tell that it wasn’t anyone in particular to blame for this war. It was everyone’s fault, The Changed, the Righteous, and our Governments are all to blame. Here is how it all started.

Four years Ago-Saint Millar’s School For the Changed.

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Born Anew

(This will be broken up into parts within the blog, since I know most of you dont have that long of an attention span lol )

Hel

“You barren, takey leather wearing, green haired TART! Give me my god damn body back!!” Hela smiled to the screaming demon as he barked orders to her, she moved her left leg ontop of her right as she sat at her throne. “You little thing, Mephisto and the Dark Prince may have dealt with you and those you sent here. But I will not, I simply do not have the time to watch over your little thing. So I decided to leave your soul and nothing less, maybe now you will enjoy the torture that is Hel.” She smiled wide as Darkchild seethed with anger and he barked, his soul growing in mass much to her surprise “You little whore, you think this little pocket of Hell otherwise called Hel will keep me. No misspelled void will ever keep the Child of Darkness, I will find my body or even better I will find a better body and I will take over this damned little dimension.” He grinned wide “You forget I have family in this little pocket universe, The Dark Prince was smart in separating us but never thought you were dumb enough to bring me here. You will rue this day whore.” With that Darkchild left her presence and for the first time ever Hela flinched and broke out into a sweat.

Not since Odin and Surtur themselves had anyone ever struck her with fear, she tapped her nails on the arm of her throne. A small sniveling little demon came to her mental command an bowed before her “Yes my mistress of pa-” She kicked it in the jaw and sent it rolling down the steps of her throne “None of that! Tell me demon, have you heard of this one called Darkchild?” The demon’s eyes shined gold as it smiled “Yes Hela, he is well known as you know. Why do you ask?” She looked to the lowly demon, even he knew of Darkchild and his past. It was no surprise that she was left with his torture, but it was a idiotic move on her part to anger him so she thought to herself. She continued “Is he capable of finding his family in Hel?”

The demon smiled pulling a small golden dagger from his back and brought it to his throat “You stupid whore, he already has found them. Viva Darkchild!!” the demon screamed as he cut his throat so that Hela could not torture him for the information he had. Hela looked at the green blood pooling around his small body an stood up an looked out into the vastness that was her domain. She knew that even the lowliest of demons knew better than to turn tongue on Darkchild. Even spill their own blood in his name, they no longer feared her anymore. She tapped her tall stiletto heels on the ground beneath her before she spoke to herself “Well looks like I have to trick the Trickster of this generation. No wonder the Dark Prince Arrow found it annoying allowing Gen to live, an to why he was so thrilled to hand him over to me....he is a pain in the ass.”

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