She stood in silence as she watched her attacker snap at her sister. If she wasn’t so set to resolve this peacefully, she would have used her force to choke her to silence her. How dare she speak to her in that manner. But her current standing in this situation... she couldn't be the one to speak up. Not after what she did to Chance. And this woman, this was her sister's friend… somehow. But there was so much tension, even Zeon could feel it as she still continued to hold onto her blade. But then… she felt… IT.
"SHUT UP!"
Zeon’s chocolate brown eyes darted over to her sister, concerned as she could feel IT. The same anger, that same, raw, emotion that drove her over the edge that day. The same anger that tainted the pure soul of her sister. The Curse of being a child of Marcos. No... curse of being a Liafador. That anger had the potential to burn in all of them, to burn deep into the soul and drive them mad, just as it did Zeon. The Cursed Liafador prayed that upon her return back to the living, her sister's soul would be purified. But now she knew, as her sister roared with fury, to both of the women, that was not the case. She no longer had to speak with her sister. She had her answer.
Saying ‘sorry’ wouldn’t cut it. After everything, she put her through. Apologizing for failing her over and over again, for ultimately betraying her sister… it wasn’t enough. Chance would never forgive her. No matter how sincere Zeon would be. No words could heal what the former Matriarch did to her sister who sacrificed her life just to try and have a relationship with her. For the rest of their lives, Chance would have never-ending burning hate towards Zeon. Zeon understood and accepted this. There was nothing to be said.
“I HATE YOU"
Her bow was aimed at Zeon, and Zeon quickly put her blade away, putting the hilt of her now inactive blade back in place. She didn’t want to anger Chance more than she already was. The more hate built inside, the more it burned into her soul. The more tainted her soul would become. The closer she would get to being driven mad like THAT day. Even if right now she still seemed in control, it wasn't worth risking it.
"I'm leaving and if either of you so much as tries to follow, I will put an arrow into your spirit!"
With that, she left in true Liafador fashion. Chance was gone and threatened both if either attempted to follow her. It was something that the former White Cardinal leader wasn’t willing to test and risk pushing the taint deeper into her heart. Zeon’s expression of concern never left her as her eyes looked over at the archer for just a moment once more before turning her back to her. In the distance? Police sirens could be heard echoing through the air. “I know I must be punished for what I did to Chance. But right now Chance’s soul is in danger.” Zeon finally spoke, revealing partially why she appeared today to the blonde woman as she also pulled out a small flip phone. Pressing a couple of buttons before continuing. “She has The Curse. It is my fault. I will accept any form of punishment she wishes upon me, even if it is execution. But not before I save her.”
Just then the police cars could be off in the distance coming to a couple of blocks down the street. “Or will you try and stop me by insisting we fight to the death?” Her back was still towards the unknown warrior as she pulled her hood back over her head to stop the cold rain from hitting her head ready to leave so long as the woman didn't attempt to stop her.
A woman, blond hair and blue eyes, a woman she had never seen before stepped forth from the vehicle. Her English accent displayed that she was in fact from the UK. The way she carried herself, her build, and the look in those eyes. She knew that look all too well. The eyes of a fighter. The eyes of someone who took the lives of others. How did Chance know someone like her? It was then she knew… she wasn’t going to be speaking to her sister anytime soon. Not without her blood spilling first.
"You'll get your chance if she changes her mind when we're done."
“Very well.” That was all that Zeon was allowed to say as the woman came towards her with malicious intent. Zeon could pull out a sword, a dagger, her own bow, but she didn’t. Because she knew how this would play out. If Zeon attacked her, it would simply encourage her attacker to fight back harder, more ruthless. Not to mention it could potentially put civilians at risk who were still in the shop.
Her first strikes came swiftly and forcefully but… not so much to do much damage, but to demonstrate that she was in fact here to battle with the disowned Liafador. Zeon shifted her head to the right and out of the way of the first punch as it flew past her head, the shift of the air due to the fist flying pushed her hood back, revealing The Cursed Cardinal. The second punch she directed it away from her with her own forearm as the third punch she stepped to the side. Her eyes glared at the woman, the punches, the stance, the way she moved… she wasn’t just a warrior… these movements were that of an assassin. Who was this woman?
Her eyes looked over in the direction she saw Chance ran off to, but in the distraction that she allowed herself to slip into, she felt three sharp blades sink into her abdomen. The brown eyes shifted to the blue as Zeon held her breath from the pain. A low grunt could be heard from her as her body froze for a moment but just a moment as she then pulled herself away. Her crimson bodily fluids began pouring from her abdomen. Her left arm wrapped around her abdomen as blood splattered upon the sidewalk. Gasps could be heard as the waitress that had just helped her moments ago was holding up her cellphone recording the entire process with one hand and on the work phone with the other speaking to what could be assumed to be authorities.
The former Matriarch quickly moved herself to the streets, even as blood continued to pour from her. The rain still fell around them as it slowly began washing the stain away. Zeon moved to the streets as a defensive move, to keep any potential harm from the businesses away from them and directed to her. As she continued to bleed she pulled out the hilt of her crimson saber, activating it in a sweep of her arm. It began hissing as the rain hit it. But instead of attacking the assassin, she pressed the heated blade against her wounds, cauterizing them to prevent any further bleeding. Well... bleeding out onto the streets. This woman really was a killer.
“I do not wish to harm you or anyone,” Zeon spoke again through the pain as kept the blade out, purely for self-defense even as her hand tightened around it. She held out her bloody, unarmed, left hand towards the blond as if to keep a distance between the two. Her right hand clutching onto her blade. She didn’t want this. “I just want to speak with her.”
But before she could attempt her own defensive moves against the assassin, Chance came into view. Something was tossed in her direction and Zeon snatched it in mid-air with her bloody hand only to have it erupt. Zeon took a harsh step back, her ears ringing as her vision became white as her free hand pressed against her head, leaving her fully open for another attack if the assassin wasn’t stopped by her little sister's attempt in intervention. "Chance, please." Zeon pleaded.
Zeon his no longer a demoness or a demi-goddess. She is simply human.
Even though she is human, she has mastered most of her Aggressor abilities which give her superhuman abilities
Zeon has been looking for Chance since she became human. It lead her to a small café in London.
The moment she became human, her mind became clear on what she had done. It has brought her great shame knowing that she was the one who killed her sister.
She has yet visit the grave of her father or visit her mother
Other than her sister, she has no desire to meet up with any other family
She is attempting to redeem herself through her new chance of life. One of the ways is stopping a 'hero' from a hostile takeover of a country.
Has not had a peaceful nights rest since she became human again. Every night she has a nightmare. They normally involve the death of her sister or the faces of people she killed during her time as a Demoness.
The moment her attack hit, she felt a searing pinpoint of heat on her forehead with a tremendous force. Her head snapped back from the attack. Her telekinetic armor taking full blow of the laser vision strike. Her body flew back as her grip from her saber was released. Her body crashed into the ground, her telekinetic armor taking the brunt of the landing as her body skidded along the ground. Even though her telekinetic armor took most of the hit, her body still ached as she came to a stop.
Her head throbbed as she touched the center of her forehead only to feel a sting. His laser pierced just enough to burn her skin on her forehead. She could feel her brows collide with each other, her chest beginning to burn with rage. This b!tch… he really tried to… oh no, this was not ok. Did he not know who he was fighting? She kicked up, her joints cracked in the process and her ligaments ached but she was fine. She could ignore pain, put it in the back of her mind as she always has throughout her years of experience.
Zeon watched as the wolf in sheep's clothing began to unleash his electricity in every direction. It looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Just unleashing his power all over the area and destroying whatever he could because someone told him ‘no’. No to a hostile takeover of a country. If it was any other country countless heroes would be here fighting back. But because it was North Korea, it was supposed to be just fine? No. The electrical attacks collided with anything and everything around him. This was no hero. This was a child. Not a problem. She dealt with children before. The Aggressor began marching forward, her vision becoming tunneled, focused on him and only him. The Former Matriarch could hear her heart beating in her ears, feel her blood rushing throughout her body, her lungs expanding with every breath she took. Her years as the sword of the Liafador family more than prepared her to deal with someone like this.
The first lightning bolt came at her and Zeon was ready, she extended her hand to catch it with her index and middle finger, using her abilities to not just take in the energy, but redirect it back to the blue eyed invader. But not before infecting it with her own Aggressor Rage. The lightning would turn red as she would throw it back at him. She would do this over, and over and over and over and over again as lightning came at her non-stop. But when he would be focused on her, she would stretch out her right hand as if to choke him. But instead of crushing his windpipe, she would call upon her unlit saber from directly behind him. It would fly towards him and at the last possible moment, become lit as the crimson energy blade would attempt to stab in the center of his upper back. If it worked or not the crimson blade would came back to her hand as she would deflect another blue lightning strike before taking a defensive stance.
She took another sip of her tea. The warmth of it felt nice against her frigid skin from the cold rain. Even her core felt warmer. If she wasn’t in this situation, she may have even allowed herself to relax and enjoy this moment. But she didn’t have that luxury. The entire time she sat in silence, not bothering anyone. She wasn’t here to bother anyone. Except Chance.
As she set her cup down she felt it, or more like… them. She felt the life energy of her sister and of whoever the individual that sat at this table with her just outside. They knew she was here. They came for her. The waitress then walked up, a smile on her face. “Is there anything else I can get for you?” Zeon lightly shook her head as she pulled out some pounds and laid it upon the table. “No, thank you for the tea. It was lovely.” Her Italian accent sneaked out as she stood up from the table while at the same time pulling the hood over her head.
She could feel the duo still outside of the shop. Doing what? Who knew. But she assumed they knew that she was aware of their presence. Her still damp boots could be heard walking across the wooden flooring of the shop. Every step she wondered what her sister would do when she saw her. Kill her without a word? Would she even look at her? This person who was with her, were they some sort of body guard? Perhaps someone to fight her on Chances behalf? Should she blame her if so? No, she could not.
She pushed the door open to the café, the rain still falling as she stepped forth from the frame. The rain hit her hood and trickled down the jacket she was wearing. Her hood cast a shadow over her eyes as she took a few steps forward, moving towards the sidewalk. Her hands were at her side, very much visible to show that she was not armed. Yet to an experienced fighter, it would be seen that she was in fact in a defensive stance. She didn’t come to fight. She didn’t want to fight. Especially not Chance. She wouldn’t. But she would defend herself if she had to from this other being if it stood in the way between her and her sibling.
“I have not come to fight. I simply wish to speak with Chance.”
The longer she held his breath in her hand the wider her smile became. The darkness that had grown and dwelled inside for so many years slowly began to surface. The feel of his struggle to try and break free from her invisible grasp brought her joy. But before she could pull the darkness over him, a roll of thunder was heard as lightning lit up not the sky, but the Earth around her. Strikes, one by one, began to come down all around, searching for the Outcast Liafador. She held on as long as she could, but the tingling feeling of the heat of the electrons dancing along her body and forced her to break her hold on the self-proclaimed hero, taking a leap back as a strike of ivory lightning strikes the ground she was once standing on.
She watched as he was able to not just summon the lightning to absorb it back into his body which in turn made it give a glow that would convince small-minded people that he was a God to be worshiped. They had no idea what real Gods and Goddesses looked like. But then there were powerful bursts of electrical pulses. She had to dodge one lightning strike from above only to get hit by the electrical pulse. It flung her back, as the surge of electricity coursed through her body. It was more numbing than painful. Yes, it was powerful. But it was nowhere near as powerful as the divine lightning she had been in physical contact with while fighting against her Zia and Cugina (Catalina). It was going to take more than simple electrical attacks to take her on.
But before she could focus on an attack, the all too bone-chilling call of The Society could be heard, even though the Earth-shattering thunder, as its massive ship touched down from the sky. In that instant, rage-filled Zeon, allowing her to push through the pain. She knew what this meant. Zedora was here. As she stood back up, her hood still covering her face, she reached behind her, pulling out a hilt of an empty blade, only to have it come to life as a crimson energy blade glowed in the darkness that surrounded her.
There's a strong chance member of the Liafadors could show up. You never know. But I have to trust that your head'll stay in the game, stay on point?
The words of her former student rang in her mind. She had let many people down in her life already, she couldn’t allow herself to disappoint Mister Hill as well. The creature that fed off the rage in her mind had to be kept in its chains… for now. Bigger things were happening. She would have a chance to kill Zedora, but today was not the day. But before she could continue her assault on the self-proclaimed hero, a large cloud of nano swarm could be seen expanding out into the area. But instead of coming for her or the Electric Ace, it simply created a barrier outside of the city. As if… it was protecting it? She didn’t understand, but she didn’t have time to question.
She leaped into the sky using her Force Jump. Her body soared through the sky as she channeled her Force Speed, moving faster than the average human as she wields her crimson energy blade. Her hood was pushed back by the wind, revealing the Liafador to her opponent. When close enough she would bring the crimson blade in a downward motion, attempting to sink the blade into his shoulder with her right hand. But that was more of a distraction. As soon as that motion was finished she would then use her Cardinal skills by using her left hand to do a pressure strike to the solar plexus of the invader with the quick motions of a viper backed with a pinpoint telekinetic blast, all while keeping her crimson eyes locked onto his blue. She hoped to strike the bundle of nerves and the diaphragm would not only knock the air out of him but be enough to force him down to the ground with her as she would be descending back to the ground after the attack.
All while this was going on, she could ‘hear’ that Mister Hill’s plan worked. He got who he needed and was now out of the area. Now that she didn’t have to worry about him, the real fun was about to begin.
It had been several months since Zeon’s demonic soul was rebuked from her body, leaving her mortal. But while she was mortal, she still had the abilities of The Aggressor, allowing her to wield The Force as she wished. But in being cleansed of her Cardinal Hell demon, her mind had also become cleansed. She realized all the things she had done during her time as General of Cardinal Hell, all the killing she had done in that tainted state was influenced by Cardinal Hell. Such as the killing of her cousins… and sister. Of course, explaining that to anyone who had been around that time would simply fall on deaf ears, and she understood.
Zeon wasn’t one to admit when she was wrong. Her Liafador Pride stood in the way. But this… trusting her grandfather and allowing him to curse her with the power he did. She was wrong. When her mind was cleansed of the demon, she knew that she had to break away from her family. She couldn’t contact them, no matter how much she wished to check on her sister that was said to be back from the dead. Well… maybe not contact her… yet.
She was actually in Daytonville with her daughter when she got a call from someone back in her White Cardinal days, what seemed several lifetimes ago. Mister Jordyn_Hill. He was actually someone she trained herself. He was quick on his feet, an adapter to surroundings, but his tactical intelligence was unmatched. It was very much impressive. So much so that Zeon wanted him to become her second in command when he was done with his training. Unfortunately… he left the moment his training was done. Normally punishment would be called for, due to breaking the oath of being loyal to the Liafador family that all White Cardinals take upon training. But The former White Cardinal saw the potential in Hill, and knew that he could do more in the world alone than by her side with the White Cardinal. She had never heard from him… until now.
Now here she was on the private jet of her former student, looking out the window as lightning was mercilessly crashing down upon the military of North Korea as well as endangering its citizens. Zeon was never one to take a stand against or for politics. But when Hill called it was something she could not ignore. It didn’t matter where he needed her or for what, she would have helped. New way of life and all that. As the private jet landed Zeon made her way off as the staff stayed as far away as they could from her. There was a fear in their eyes that she had become accustomed to seeing in people who encountered her. Her black hooded cloak covered her body, creating a shadow over her face. As she began her descent her crimson eyes caught the man who called her here.
"Thank you for coming. Sifu. Before we kick this hornets nest, I gotta know that you wont hurt any civilians. No matter what happens the objective has to be the containment of the target. There's a strong chance members of the Liafadors could show up. You never know. But I have to trust that your head'll stay in the game, stay on point?"
No words were spoken, a simple nod of her head was given. Zeon wasn’t one to harm civilians directly, that was one thing that could be said about her. When it came to battles her focus was always on the mission at hand, not body count. As for Liafadors… well she had to hope they wouldn’t attack her directly and be too busy with a different threat. She knew if Hill called upon her for assistance, then it was something serious.
"Before Pyongyang went dark I was able to steal these images from their national intranet. Our target has exhibited the following abilities but its safe to assume he has more. Alot more."
Her crimson eyes looked upon Hill’s phone as there were several pictures of this man having a rather severe case of The White Savior Complex. Flight, which she can assume was associated with superhuman speed and superhuman reflexes for the speed, electrokinesis which can also associate magnetokinesis… this individual was going to prove a problem. There were also other powers this individual may have that were not so visual. There was no way to fully know until she was face to face with him. But with her Aggressor abilities and her ways of tekekinesis, telepathy, body control, and energy manipulation, she was confident that she could face this individual. After all, she had fought and defeated Goddesses several times already. What’s one more?
As Hill pulled his cowl over his face Zeon silently began to create a telekinetic armor over herself and Hill. He may not have needed it, but it was a wordless gift she would give to him. She listened carefully to his plan as she nod her head once more. But her force sense could feel that there were already other individuals on the playing field.
"Once we blast through the DMZ I'll take to the roofs. You could establish a force-barrier around the soldiers before we both engage the target. I'll flank him, you tank him with your TK. ANd hopefully we can mute his advancement before his reinforcements show up."
“There are already other individuals out there.” Zeon finally spoke as the crackling sound of thunder followed by the flash of lightning could be seen in the dark sky. “I will create a telepathic link between us.” The Former Matriarch spoke as she channeled her Force Speed as she took off, running faster than the average human but not enough to call her a true speedster.
She used Force Stealth to mask her presence from any type of detection, be it magical, technological, or even physical (sight, seeing, smelling) in nature. She stopped just shy back from where a robotic army (@amadeus_) was standing. She watched from a distance as one shot at the Glibly Galvanistic self-proclaimed hero. She stood in silence as the superpowered individual took to the sky. She gave an airy chuckle. She knew exactly what was about to happen. Living among Gods and Goddesses it’s always about flaunting their strength and power, which meant he was about to come back down and do a mass widespread attack and in doing so, possibly kill any innocent bystanders and soldiers who were simply defending their land that were in the immediate area. She could feel their fear as she stood there. Ah… so much negative emotion for her to feed off of. It made her stronger. So much stronger.
(@nathaniel_)Zeon took a few steps forward, able to sense exactly where Hill was at. She needed to make a barrier wide and tall enough to block the Earth-Shattering impact from the city that was just South of where they stood as well as the Elite train station and the National Highway 65 that was still bustling with citizens to the West. Zeon closed her eyes as she took a few steps forward, unable to be detected by the mechanical soldiers, before slowly outstretching her arms, her fingers spread open as an invisible barrier began to build before her and any of the robots around her. She grits her teeth as she could feel the false savior descending back to Earth. As he landed, both the shockwave of his electrical attack and the physical force of his crash landing. The damage could be seen going like a domino effect all around him. The ground crumbled as the electricity instantly went to the Robots to put them out of commission one by one. Everything to the North and East of the attack for a good distance was either destroyed or no longer able to function due to the electric surge attack. But the moment it reached Zeon and her barrier it stopped, colliding with her raw power as she held her wide stance, her hands pressing against the barrier itself as the robotic force behind her continued to stand while the ones in front of her were destroyed. About half of them were gone. The Train Station as well as the National Hwy would have felt a rumble, but no serious damage would have been done.
Lowering her arms she stretched her neck. That was indeed a powerful attack. No matter, she would still kill this individual. She watched as he began to fly towards the Ryongsong Residence. But she wouldn’t let him go any further without confronting her. She took a Force Jump forward, flying overhead while still cloaked before landing in front of him. She didn’t speak, instead she threw out her right arm, going right for the attack. Using her Telekentic Blast directly at the Self-named Savior attempting to push him back away from the residence, her cloak still around her body as she would then outstretched her left arm. Her hand open wide as she would then close it tightly in a fist in an attempt to use her telekentic abilities to squeeze his throat as tightly as she could for however long it would take to put him down.
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