Blood! For the Blood God! [Pg-13, NDE]

[Sans Undertale]

Thread Title: Blood! For the Blood God! [Pg-13, NDE]
Participants: Llusia, Alik
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: The center of New York City, it is currently 11:30 P:M. The hustle and bustle of life and the such will be interrupted between a battle between Blood Fiends.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Alik Fedorov, a Saika from Hell had recently escaped in the center of New York, little did he know he would come into contact with an Arrancar who had an equal love for Blood and Death. Both of them come into contact and a fight ensues.

[Sans Undertale]

New York City, Time Square, an epicenter of hustle and bustle of life; bright lights, honking horns, the taps of footsteps as people went along with their business. The time was currently 11:25 P:M and the people that were currently living out their lives did not know they were going to die. That they were going to receive a dark gift, a gift that it would never accept. The Gift of Alik Fedorov, at the center of the streets a black hole of energy began to form. To those that were not spiritually aware, they would see nothing. But a hole was being created, slowly turning and twisting as the silent screams of the tortured were drowned out by the daily lives of the living. And from that hole, a black gloved hand appeared. Grasping onto the pavement as if holding onto dear life, and then a second hand appeared. Grasping the other side of the hole, from that a being pulled itself from the hole. He appeared to be about five foot eleven, covered in a dark cloak with a blank mask on it. He stood there, in the rain, as it pounded against him, ignoring every bit of it, from the cold winds to the patters, it did not bothered him. All he did was stand there and stare at the ever expanding, total, darkness.

Slowly he began to place his hands onto his face and began to whimper, he collapsed onto his knees and began to cry, but a twisted grin was plastered onto his face. Tears strolled down onto the pavement, but the grin had been spread so wide, it could have ripped it in two. He seemed to be laughing, crying, “I. We. ThEY are FrEE. FReE.” He screamed with sheer glee. Standing up, he stared at the people that were walking around him. They walked through him and ignored his very presence, but he could interfere with theirs. “You. They. IgNOrE MEEEE. They do Not WAnT to be SaVED” the way that this being spoke was in a soft whisper, echoing within the peoples ears, many began to stand still but shrugged it off as something that did not matter. Alik Fedorov was completely blind to the emotional and physical pain, but expressed his emotion haphazardly. There was no single emotion that he was expressing, yet he expressed them all so perfectly.

From Happy, to Sad, to Angry, to Depressed, to Lustful, every aspect of emotion and he was expressing them without any control. He stepped forward, walking past the people who simply ignored him. Then, he saw a female, tall, dressed in modern clothing, so beautiful, so young. But in his mind, it reminded him of someone. “Christ… Christina? You are Alive? We. We. WE. WE Are UnITeD?! You. AlIVE?! Come. CoMe. HeRE” He stumbled, he fell a bit, but he slowly walked towards the woman. He grasped onto the woman and turned her around, the woman had no idea who it was, and upon closer inspection. It was not her, his smile grew larger as he grabbed the woman by her throat before ripping it out, blood sprayed all over the ground as the people around them screamed in terror. ‘Deciever!? Lier!? FrIEnd. LoVE. LonLiNESS.” He chuckled and dropped her body. He chuckled, he chuckled and cried. Some more tears escaped his mask, and then it was gone. The being was going to release bloody slaughter, the gift, the Gift, of Hell.

Moments later Alik would stand at the center of the street, staring up at the street lamp that flickered on and on, the street that he was on had a lot of them and they lit up certain parts of that particular street. Help would arrive soon, back up of sorts, maybe the man that wanted him dead would appear. It did not matter, Alik had long forgotten him, once that certain backup would arrive, he or she would be treated to a nice scene. Decorating his mask was the spatters of blood, strolling down as if the mask itself cried tears of blood. Surrounded him were mangled corpses, there was no complete set of bodies, they were all torn in ways, the picture of terror and fear littered their faces. and all Alik did was stand there, detailed on his face, specifically around his mouth made it seem as if he had eaten the blood. He calmly stood there before he got on his knees and placed his hands on his mask as if he was about to cry, the air was filled with sobs, but the sobs were also accompanied by chuckles, this being expressed regret and joy.

"WE saved them. And I and the CuRE. Dont you understand that?" With much care he picked up the head of a random male and caressed it as if it was a scared animal "Shhh.. it will be all over soon. Dont you worry about it. WE are Here to SAVe YOu." he tossed the head aside into a puddle of a black sludge. "They are beginning TO PLOT FOR OUR DEATHS! AND we will not be toppled." From any viewpoint they would see the stumps on his back. They moved as if filled with puss, expanding and contracting. The majority of the neighborhood for a good three hundred feet were dead. "We Saved. We Cured. Humanity is broken. I am death, we are saviors, do not get in the way, we will be here to help. Embrace us." his voice was soft, but it had the tones of emotions that were hard to follow. "Come. EMBRACE. Feel. Murder. Die. Become Saved."

Posts out of Hell: 1/80

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{Stats and Skills}Stats and Abilities:
Strength - [100 + 35% = 135] Points

Speed - 100 - 25% = 75] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200 - 25% = 150] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200 + 35% =270 ] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [100] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [850] Points

[Hell Mind] [3]

[Strength of Will] [3]

[Weapons: Swords] [3]

[Illusion Resist] [3]

[Damage Recovery] [3]



* Hell Mind- There is absolutely nothing more terrifying and painful than the depths of Hell. Any inhabitant that had the “pleasure” of inhabiting Hell can back up the story. And to those that have lived at least two centuries in Hell can develop a mindset that makes any form of fear and pain useless. This is because they, especially Saika live day after day being punished in Hell. After awhile one gets “used” to it in a sense where if anyone other than a creature from Hell tries to instill fear and any pain that the Saika in question receives will easily be shrugged off as if a piece of paper gently pressed against a wall and slid down. At Skill Rank 4 the Sinner in mind will be capable of resisting any form of illusion, the experience in Hell has bent the user’s mind to believe what they truly know and sense is there and to be capable of detecting anything false. This can be justified by the fact that every single moment that a sinner burns in Hell they are given various false hopes and illusions to escape Hell. In the end they realize that it is false and have to continue burning. the only exception to this is an Akki is exempt from this ability, were an Akki attack a Saika, the entire ability is averted.

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia stood at the top of one of the sky scrappers, sitting down and smiling at the view of the man. Death and blood is what she enjoyed and it seemed this man took joy in it as well, not only that put seemed to welcome the thought of chaos. She hardly could contain her blood thirst after watching him rip those people apart, but she wanted to see how strong he was before making her thoughts up on wether to fight this man. He was already so twisted and it seemed with his apparel he was a Hell dweller, much like her brother and much like her father. This completely changed her opinion, she had been searching for a way to get into hell other then dieing and this was the chance. She jumped off of the building and landed on the sidewalk making a small crater from impact. People all around fell over in shock at the random whole in the ground and quickly walked away, not wanting to question it but rather just leave.

Llusia walked calmly over to area of blood and she already felt the butterflies in her stomach, she wanted to drink or keep this blood but it would have to be later. She however smile at the sight of this mans sanity "Let me ask you something Hell Dweller, was there any true reason why you slaughtered these people, or was it just for pure sport" she was hit from some blood splatter of a falling body and she licked her hand of it. She kept herself composed but any second she would lose it almost. She sighed and shook her head of the thoughts and redirected her attention to the man.

[Sans Undertale]

“Let me ask you something Hell Dweller, was there any true reason why you slaughtered these people, or was it just for pure sport" Alik looked up for a second. Alik lifted his head a bit more and turned to what he had seen. The back up, the people that will try to stop him, his breathing would grow unstable but the man did not feel fear. No, he had lost the ability to feel fear a long time ago. Instead from the breathing came a chuckle, a laughter, a mocking one. “There, IS No SPoRT. ThERe is NO Reason. We ARE the PrODuCt of SaviNG them.” The voice was soft yet angry, then he clutched onto his face and began to cry. "Why does death." He said with a happy tone "Have to TASTE So gooOOD" he moaned as he began to drag out the word Death. Without much effort he stood up and stared at Llusia as she licked her hands. The Female Body, the Female Body. She, female. Alik had no coherent emotion, but he did have desires. He imitated what the female had done, and grasped the sludge and smeared it onto where his mouth was supposed to be. “You HaVe The FEmALE BoDY. We, hAVE the BoDy. YoU. ArE. Fooooood” he gasped.

His tone was the only thing that gave any indication as to what he felt and what was impossible to follow. Then he reached behind him, the stubs that Llusia may or may not see and clutched onto the horrific growths that had developed onto his back. Ripping it open his body was soon covered by a horrific black sludge. This sludge began to tighten and stretch, going as far as to appear like some sort of black latex. From there a crack appeared on his mask, the crack appeared specifically where the most blood and black liquid were located. At that point he gripped onto the crack and pulled it open. to what may be the Arrancar horror or interest the crack opened into a large mouth. Row upon row of sharp teeth littered the inside of his mouth, then in mere seconds a long black tongue rocketed out of it, Licking the dry blood off of his face. "I! Will be the o-one to SAve you." he screamed. With swift movement he placed his hand onto his back, as if materializing from the sludge he pulled out a large black Katana and plunged it into the ground.

The sword appeared as if he was holding it, but the way he dragged it out of his body made it seem as if the very sword was a part of him. Without letting go he raised the sword, the very size of it was an average broad sword with white lines going down the blades. The Mouth that he had seen was now closed, the mask still had the crack but overall it appeared normal again. He took a single step forward, with the sword slung over his back before he stopped, bent over and began to throw up. What escaped from the crack was a familiar black sludge that had surrounded the streets, and in that sludge were bones and partially digested body parts and bodies. "Now. We. ARE.HunGryyyyyyyy!!!!" he stared at the female. The mouth opened once more to let out a horrendous scream. his voice was different, it bordered that of a demon, what was remotely humanoid was beginning to sound like something from a horror story. The sludge could not be moved.

Hell Posts: 2/80

Remaining Reiatsu: 1,100/1,500
-400 for Release

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia simply smiled and didn't even pull out her own katana, instead she took of her over coat "You people really are monsters, but not as scary as they say, I think this is going to be all the more fun, dont you think?" she rolled up her sleeves and put her right hand on her katana waiting for him to charge. She wasn't going to release, not yet, she wanted to test him out first. True to what others might say she was crazy and reckless when it came to strong opponents, this was no different. "Before you stupidly rush me, I do have one question, do you know an Alfonso Domenech or an older man with that last name?" she didn't know if she would have time to ask after the fight so might as well get it over with now.

[Sans Undertale]

color=darkred]"Before you stupidly rush me, I do have one question, do you know an Alfonso Domenech or an older man with that last name?"[/color] Alik merely tilted his head and grinned. The growling, the sludge, everything that was Alik was monstrosity. “BLOOD. FOR THE BLOOD GOD.” And with that he released a fullbring step. Immensely bright column of light beamed from where he stood and this boosted his strength to a full 750. Because the woman had mere human reaction time, this would give Alik a lot more room to react and attack. He appeared right in front of her and grasped onto her very frame. Both had little difference in their strength and she could give him a struggle. But that did not matter, what he did afterwards would make the fight or not, Alik had the ability to form blades from his body as well. Almost immediately a slim blade appeared and attempted to penetrate into her abdomen. At that close proximity though, the mask opened again, the wide spread jaw and the rows upon rows of teeth, at that close proximity she would smell the putrid smell of Death. A tongue immediately launched out and licked her face. “the Body DEMANDS NOURISHMENT.” And he dropped her, if she does not react she will receive a rather nasty wound and would begin to bleed somewhat.

Hell Posts:3/80

Remaining Reiatsu: 1,050/1,5000
-50 for Fullbring Step

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia smiled and let the man stab her, almost immediately letting blood gush out. She was in pain for a second and then she shook her head. Holding out her hand she formed Alma del Cortador. The Cero quickly formed ,blood from her wound and abosrbing the particles into the Cero. She held it towards the man and thought about the other possibilties, he was obviously faster then her with Fullbringer step, as well as only slightly weaker. His Spirit Pressure seemed to be on par with hers and well as his Reaitsu strength. It was almost looking like she had to ress just to survive. She shot the Cero at the man giving him seconds to react.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1250/1500
-250 Alma del Cortador

[Sans Undertale]

By letting the blade impale her, she would feel a cold sense in the area that she had been stabbed, everything around her seemed to stand still. But he was still moving, everything seemed fine, but they were at a stand still. It was as if they were in the middle of a process. This was Alik’s first releases’ special ability. It allowed him to edit their perspective of the world. He had delivered the first of the 25 needed stabs in order to fully. Occasionally the people would move but they were all at a stand still. This was because it required an illusion resist of three before they were able to fully resist the illusion effect of Alik’s blades. When she raised her hand towards him, he immediately grabbed onto her hand with his teeth and chomped immensely hard. And tore her arm from her body at the elbow “DO not. TRY TO INTERRUPT ME. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT AN ATTEMPT AT EVIL” he gripped her other arm and pushed him away from her. From there he held onto that hand and forced her down with a stab to her kneecap. If she did not react to these, she would not only lose the arm she tried to fire a cero from, but also lose her ability to walk properly. Alik roared and screamed into the night sky. Because she had a good sense of a lack of fear, she did not realize the danger she was in. Hell, Hell was coming for her.

Hell Post: 4/80

Remaining Reiatsu: 1,050/1,500

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia had two choices, ignore her hand that he had clamped down on and block the incoming attack that was aiming for her knees. Llusia used her free hand and used it to stop the blade from hitting her knee but completely impaling her hand. She gritted her teeth and smiled, putting her feet on his face and ripping her own arm off. She used her left leg to push off of him and the katana stuck in her hand and she slid to a stop meters away from him "Now that we have my blood in you, lets have some actutally fun" she used her free hand and brought her sword up to her mouth, swallowing it. Then suddenly blood started pouring from her scars on her wrist, her eyes, and a huge stream of blood from her mouth. The blood quickly wrapped her body in blood and as soon as it appeared it disappeared showing her released form. A bone spine outlined the back of her own, two bone arms and hands covered her breast and the jaw of a skeleton wrapped around hers. her arm had returned, still of no use yet, but slowly after a while would be of use again. Her legs were wrapped in bone and her feet wrapped in the bone layer. She increased in hieght and was now 5'10, her own hair changed from white to light pink and the bone armor itself gleamed red. Llusia held out her hand and a blood katana formed. The infection of her blood starts this post, since Alik is O- He will get minor numbness in both his arms. This will cause him to have trouble swinging and blocking.

Ressurection Post: 1/12

Remaining Reiatsu: 800/1500
-50 blood weapon
- 400 Release Form

[Sans Undertale]

The moment she tried to kick off of him, he was pushed back a bit, but because of his skill in damage recovery, he was able to stumble back to a straight and controlled position faster than she was able to stand back up. He squeezed onto the arm and consumed it, he chuckled, he chuckled and screamed as he swallowed flesh and blood. He then observed her eat and consume her sword, this caused Alik to grin even more and imitate the same thing. Katana in hand he shoved the sword down his own throat, consuming and absorbing the sword. He held both of his hands up and observed her transform into an even large being. The grin on his face was not seeable but it was large. Tears strolled down his face as he realized that this was almost like the Blood God. “YOU. You. WE. Are Monstrosity. You. Are a Monster. You ARE JUST LIKE ME!?” he said with an orgasmic scream. He clutched onto his head and bent forward. “MY. Our. Family.” He laughed, cried, and more importantly, threw up. The sludge fell everywhere around them. He looked up and gripped the tumor that was on the back of his head, he leaned forward and ripped it in half. From there the same process of transformation occurred. A large amount of green gas formed from his body and solidified. It appeared as if he had cocooned himself in a crystal armor. Almost immediately it shattered, and from there a beast like any other. It appeared like a dog of sorts, with a black armor. His mask has been shaped, twisted to appear longer and that of a canine. His body in general appeared like a canine, but what was worse was he was now triple his size and triple his weight. He was bigger and he was stronger, faster, but his already loose grip on his sanity began to loosen some more.

Without even speaking, he was reduced to a demonic growl and barked at her ferociously. This has been Alik’s Dark Release Level 2 and it caused his strength, speed, and Reiatsu strength to increase by 50%. His arms were getting a bit numb, but hell mind allowed him to ignore it completely. He would still be unable to move it around with much grace, but in this state of mind he did not care. At that moment, his height was triple her own being over 15 ft larger and he was heavier as well, weighing at 495. His Strength was now stronger than hers, he was now reaching her level of speed but she was still faster, and his reiatsu strength way above hers. That meant his cuts would cause the demonic transformation of the world around her to become far more hellish. But it came with a cost, his instincts were now lowered by 50% and it meant he would fight with a more recklessness behavior. With a push of fullbring step he appeared right in front of her, mouth gaping wide, aimed directly at her midsection Attempting to bite her in half. She had to think fast or this fight would be over.

New Strength: 203
New speed: 113
New RS: 405
Height: 17’8’’
Weight: 495
New Instincts: 50

Hell Post:5/80

Remaining Reiatsu:600/1,500
-50 for Fullbring Step
-400 for Release Level 2

[Llusia Domenech]

She smiled and used Sonido, appearing above him and changing her sword into a great sword. She dropped her sword downward towards his head and let the weapon travel faster and faster towards his head. She used sonido again and appeared directly under his head, forming Alma del Cortador. The Ball of the Cero was inches away from his chin and she released it, literally giving him seconds, milliseconds even. She formed another katana in her free hand and aimed it at his throat. She smiled at the attempt to overwhelm him with multiple things he had to block or find a way out of. On top of that Llusia used Sangre Respiración making a red fog around the two and outwards 200 meters.Blood started to pour from his pores into her mouth and skin and she smiled even more, steady becoming more blood thirsty.

Ressurection Form:2/12

Remaining Reiatsu:50/1500
x2 Sonido - 200
Sangre Respiración- 200
Alma del Cortador- 250
2x Blood Weapon Form- 100

[Sans Undertale]

Because Alik was in mid leap, he was not able to react properly when the Arrancar had sonido above him. Crushing down onto his head, the sword proved to tear open the mask and his head. But that was the least of his worries. The moment his mask cracked by other means, an immense energy bursted from underneath them. Slowly but surely the gates of Hell began to open underneath them. The duel skeleton guards opened the black gates and tendrils began to appear. With great speed it grasped onto Alik’s limbs and dragged him back into the depths of hell. There was no words for his departure, only screams and agony. The gates to Hell leaked out intensely negative emotions and the screams of the tortured echoed within her ears, but that was all. Soon she would be left alone, amidst the emptiness of the center of what should have been, hustle and bustle.

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13 paragraphs for Alik. +130 TP

6 paragraphs for Llusia. That's 60TP plus 100 more for winning. 160TP total.