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Final Episode! A Promise Unforgotten!
Time was ticking down. Though the plot to destroy Hades was foiled, the reveal of Judge Nemo and his nefarious plans to annihilate humanity with the superweapon of legend known as Fear the Great still loomed over Daybreak Academy during the holiday season. Only weeks away from being fully charged, Daybreak's Seers, Hunters, Mages, and general staff worked tirelessly after Utultar's defeat to locate this ancient, fabled threat. Finally, a breakthrough came.
A distant part of the Outlands, far out of sight by most beings, supernatural or not. Hidden in the inky darkness so far away from the sun, lay a weapon of immense power, forged by some unknown force. All that was discovered about it was that it was a terrible force, powered by an equally dangerous source: Malice. Though the original target of this weapon was unknown, someone clearly forged it with intent to blow away entire worlds... with little regard for collateral damage. Daybreak researchers quickly determined should Fear the Great go off, it would not just merely take Earth with it: it could take parts of the Outlands in the blast too. Doubtlessly, a cost that did not concern the enigmatic and cruel Judge Nemo.
With all the intelligence they could gather Daybreak sent everything they could reasonably spare to deal with this threat. Emerging through magical portals, the Daybreak dropships arrived in a dark corner of the Outlands, to be met with a strange spire constructed of unknown stones and metals, billions of runes of long-forgotten languages glowing and pulsing a faint cyan. The whole place thrummed with power, and even setting foot on Fear the Great could fill one with a weak heart with overwhelming dread. As soon as the teams landed partway up the structure, what passed for a sky crackled with fel, red lightning, the top of the spire slowly turning blood red. It did not seem as though Fear the Great had yet been charged... but something, or likely, someone noticed their presence.
Getting to the top of the spire and cutting off Fear the Great's three primary power sources would be the first priority: the devices Nemo was using to process human souls, the magical energy from Hades itself, and the legendary daemon blade Yoshitsuna. But the way up is fraught... it seems Nemo will not allow himself to be so easily reached. Along the way the teams will be confronted with corrupted versions of the same foes they fought in Hades. Short of Celestial Hosts, all foes, including Androids, show their faces here... but all of them to a letter are made of a black mass with red highlights; they are not truly alive. All of them are constructs, made entirely from Malice. They are relentless, with no preservation instinct, and no personality. They cannot be reasoned with, and they will fight with all their might to prevent you from reaching the top. Radiance, however, will prove to be incredibly effective against them.
And up at the very top, the mastermind awaits...
A distant part of the Outlands, far out of sight by most beings, supernatural or not. Hidden in the inky darkness so far away from the sun, lay a weapon of immense power, forged by some unknown force. All that was discovered about it was that it was a terrible force, powered by an equally dangerous source: Malice. Though the original target of this weapon was unknown, someone clearly forged it with intent to blow away entire worlds... with little regard for collateral damage. Daybreak researchers quickly determined should Fear the Great go off, it would not just merely take Earth with it: it could take parts of the Outlands in the blast too. Doubtlessly, a cost that did not concern the enigmatic and cruel Judge Nemo.
With all the intelligence they could gather Daybreak sent everything they could reasonably spare to deal with this threat. Emerging through magical portals, the Daybreak dropships arrived in a dark corner of the Outlands, to be met with a strange spire constructed of unknown stones and metals, billions of runes of long-forgotten languages glowing and pulsing a faint cyan. The whole place thrummed with power, and even setting foot on Fear the Great could fill one with a weak heart with overwhelming dread. As soon as the teams landed partway up the structure, what passed for a sky crackled with fel, red lightning, the top of the spire slowly turning blood red. It did not seem as though Fear the Great had yet been charged... but something, or likely, someone noticed their presence.
Getting to the top of the spire and cutting off Fear the Great's three primary power sources would be the first priority: the devices Nemo was using to process human souls, the magical energy from Hades itself, and the legendary daemon blade Yoshitsuna. But the way up is fraught... it seems Nemo will not allow himself to be so easily reached. Along the way the teams will be confronted with corrupted versions of the same foes they fought in Hades. Short of Celestial Hosts, all foes, including Androids, show their faces here... but all of them to a letter are made of a black mass with red highlights; they are not truly alive. All of them are constructs, made entirely from Malice. They are relentless, with no preservation instinct, and no personality. They cannot be reasoned with, and they will fight with all their might to prevent you from reaching the top. Radiance, however, will prove to be incredibly effective against them.
And up at the very top, the mastermind awaits...
[The Climb]
The Malice enemies have no personality and can be NPC'd freely. Beat them up at your leisure for fun and for action and CR building.]
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Which means she has to help take them down the normal way.
For this, she brought with her the custom poleaxe that Gunvolt had designed for her far earlier in the year, a heavy weapon with a hidden compartment containing a magazine full of the same darts that Gunvolt used, plus an additional hollow space with...no mechanism with which to actually fire those darts; the idea was that Desi could use the shadows within that space to recreate the same mechanism that the Dart Leader used.
Looking over the initial group of Malice-constructs that are set to bar their passage, she tries to determine which ones would be the biggest threat. There's some variety to them, with there being a Heavy Knight, Magic Knight and Archer, along with an android being followed closely by both a Healer and Professor. The Android being followed like it is suggests that this group is here to support it, and that in turn likely means it's the one that they need to worry about at this particular moment. More than likely, though, they'll have to get through the others first.
Cloaked in a manner similar to how she's done for some other in order to shield herself from inevitable attacks by the others—mainly the Archer—Desi first turns her attention to the Heavy Knight and advances on him to try to keep him distracted, so that those who came here with her have a better shot at any of the others.]
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We cannot delay for long. We'll need to clear these out quickly!
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In response to Kokoro's reminder that they only have so long before things take a turn for the worst, Desidera makes one adjustment to her strategy, in that she starts taking the shadows right from beneath these things barring the group's path, and begins attempting to bind them all with various chains and ropes fashioned with the stuff. This should provide a better opening than just keeping the Heavy Knight busy.]
[The Confrontation]
In the midst of it all is Nemo, who had his back turned to the group... at least, until he looked at his watch.
"I expected you sooner, Valvatorez. Maybe I gave you too much credit. Quite rude to be fashionably late, you know."
He turned to face the team, sizing up every individual here.
"Didn't come alone, huh? Guess you'll just have to deal with failing more people and watching them die too. Hope he didn't promise to protect any of you. Not that it matters, in the end."
Nemo pulsed with dark, malicious energy, something distinctly not human, or at least, not anymore. The burst did nothing to conceal what he was to a trained eye: an undead. A wraith, a wraith of power unseen to this level. Fueled by pure hatred, malice, and rage, the lightning overhead intensified.
"And you know, I'm in such a good mood, I'll let the lot of you make your pathetic heroic speeches before we get down to business. I could use a laugh. Make it count."
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"To think that we would let it get to this point... That a daemon would have to step in to take care of something Celestia should have focused on long ago."
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"We don't need the promises of protection from Professor Valvatorez--not when we're walking out of here in one piece. Which is more than I can say for you."
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He does, however, use the time Nemo spends grandstanding and being distracted by the rest of the group to string his longbow and carefully select an arrow. He suspects the rest of the fight will come down to knifework and his other tricks, so he'll have to make use of the opening while it lasts.
He nocks the arrow to the string and lets fly directly at Nemo's face with little more than a focused frown. Should Nemo take steps to catch or divert the arrow at close range, it will explode in his face with force.
If he doesn't, the arrow will find its mark in his right eye.
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Nemo rolled his neck a little, like he was making ready to attack, before Valvatorez finally spoke up. Now was a good time to get his attention focused on him... if only to keep Nemo occupied.
"Nemo! Stop this foolishness now. Destroying humanity... did you really think this will fix anything?"
"Kinda not the point. It's about finishing what you should've started four hundred years ago. And what those jokes of Heralds should've already done. Humanity does not deserve to exist. You know why, Valvatorez. You saw it first hand, right?"
Nemo floated to the side, catching the arrow launched at him fluidly. His senses seemed quite sharp, but not sharp enough to catch the explosive warhead the arrow was tipped with, leading him to eat the explosion at point blank range. He didn't seem overly fazed by it, though he was covered in dust and debris kicked up from the charge. And his face looked a little scraped up, his glasses cracked a bit. Maybe the arrow did more than it appeared, though. Whatever explosive it was packed with was still enough to do damage to a wraith as old and powerful as this one was.
"Ouch. ...That was quite rude. But I love the big spite energy from it. Well played. But I'm talking with this leech over here."
He flicked what was left of the arrow shaft back at Ekkehardt dismissively. It's little more than a stick at this point anyway. Meanwhile, Valvatorez drew his sword, a rather plain looking one, unceremonious and humble.
"Artina wouldn't want this, Nemo. She was a physician. A healer. She loved humankind with all her heart! Do you really think she'd want it annihilated in her name?!" He stepped forward, raising a fist at Nemo rather than his blade. "Did you not once stop to think why I chose not to take revenge?!"
If the lightning storm overhead was already intense, it quickly got much worse, as Nemo himself curled with dark, malicious energy, his face twisting abruptly into something much more... inhuman, the anger looking unnatural. But in this moment it became clear what he was: not just a wraith, but a completely tainted human soul, poisoned with hatred.
"DON'T YOU SPEAK HER NAME. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO! IT'S YOUR FAULT SHE DIED! AND YOU DID NOTHING TO PULL HER NAME OUT OF THE MUD AFTER SHE WAS VILIFIED!"
"She never cared about what people thought of her, you fool. But I will not allow you to do this, for her sake."
Valvatorez lowered his fist and instead changed his stance to a defensive combat stance as the horror before them roared in a distorted, hellish scream. Nemo launched a bolt of malice lightning at Valvatorez, diving in to attack up close. Valvatorez dashed away from the bolt and jumped to meet the charge, and held the wraith's arm at bay with the flat of his sword. His strength braced him under Nemo's surprising physical power. Three Malice Androids formed from dripping energy leaking at the top of Fear the Great, looking to protect the energy generators along the top of the weapon, providing plenty of targets of opportunity.
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"When I get to be as old as you, old man," he says, almost conversationally, as he bypasses the fight entirely with a spell-assisted leap to the top of the weapon, where three targets await, "I hope not to be such an insufferable, grandstanding bore. And you can't even execute your revenge in a timely manner, either, which doesn't earn you much respect from me."
He doesn't bother sticking his knives into vital points - with anything robot-like, it wasn't generally worth it. He seizes one and burns another spell to try and shove the other two off the top of Fear the Great, down to the others below.
That done, he gets to the dirty, grueling business of systematically dismantling his chosen opponent at close range.
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Lia watches, almost disinterested as the explosion goes off and she frowns faintly at the damage done. She glances to her gun, making a soft, thoughtful noise... before throwing it into the air, where it shatters into shards to rain down on Nemo. Lia herself darts forward, summoning her rapier to her hand, though she's careful to keep an eye on the wraith's movements.
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But it also almost certainly gives Valvatorez more to worry about, probably for the same exact reason.
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"Please work."
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Malice constructs and a wraith, all subject to Radiance... or angelic magic in a pinch. But first...
"Desidera, do you think you could lock down all three androids into place?" Immobilization, the ability for each combatant to striike the weakest point possible.
He glances at the rattling sword in its cage. The souls filtering into the sword is definitely a problem, but there's the distinct possibility that they're empowering it as well. If it were to make more of a ruckus, perhaps it might cause some instability with the system Nemo set up. A minor change, and one whose probability of success is very low, but it's something worth pushing.
Especially if he plays his cards right for his audience.
"Valvatorez!" he calls. "What was the promise you made long ago that is so important to you?! What does it have to do with a daemon's pride?!"
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"Did they see it?"
"Oh yes," the voice on the other line responds. "From what I heard, several of them even held watching parties! You've got a promising career ahead of you, little Christo~"
The corner of his mouth twitches, but Christo just barely manages to bite down on the comments he wants to make. "Good. Better than I was hoping for, even. Has there been any response so far?"
"Mmmmm... It's hard to say. Some people in the chat seemed to think it was part of some movie production. And then there are others who won't be swayed no matter what you do. You know how it is."
"I thought that might be the case," Christo says with a confidence that his shaking hand and tight chest betray to anyone watching him. "Which is why I would like to make a declaration."
He stands straight, squares his shoulders, and balls his free hand into a fist. "If Celestia still intends to fire Armageddon, or if I think they intend to, I will leak Celestia's coordinates to as many known daemon factions in the Outlands as I can."
The man on the other line gasps. "You're serious? If you do this, you'll end up branded as a traitor, you know."
"I'm aware. And frankly, I don't care. I'll cut every tie to Celestia that I have if I must."
There's a moment of silence from the other line, and when the man speaks again, he sounds almost overjoyed. "My, my... You've grown, haven't you, Christo?"
Christo doesn't respond, immediately hanging up the phone and stuffing it into his pocket. He lets out the breath he was holding, completely unaware that he's being watched.
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When Valvatorez gets into earshot, he keeps approaching, stopping a respectful distance behind Christo. ...Unfortunately, he's just close enough that he overhears... basically all of it. Once Christo hangs up and composes himself, the vampire clears his throat.
"...Should I pretend I didn't hear any of that?"
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He eyes Valvatorez cautiously, his mouth drawn into a thin line as he tries to think of what to say. No matter what he tries, his mind keeps drawing a blank.
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The vampire's stance loosened, looking more relaxed and at ease. Perhaps surprisingly. But in either case, he no longer felt like he had to stand on airs or otherwise delicate.
"I just came to see how you were holding up. ...And to thank you for coming out here at all. I am grateful that you did."
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And perhaps some of his own prejudices still linger even now.
"Haha... A daemon thanking an angel, and the Former Tyrant Valvatorez at that. This might be a first."
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"Maybe it is. But I prefer to think of it as the first of many. But is it so strange for a friend to thank another?"
He extended out a hand to him, offering a handshake.
"Sounds like you saved us all from another crisis yourself. There's quite a lot of gratitude to be had today, it seems."
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He shakes Valvatorez's hand. "Lamington, an Archangel of Celestia. Or... formerly an Archangel, I suppose. I'm not sure what the status of my position is at this point."
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After a moment, he released his grip, and kept an easy stance.
"What do you intend to do now? Will you stay at the Academy?"
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There's a joviality in his reply that suggests he's serious about it, but unmistakably happy to hear his answer. He knows well Christo isn't in it for the money; teachers and those in this field rarely were. But he couldn't find it in him to resist.
"We need all the help we can get. Both in saving humankind, and making sure papers and assignments get graded on time. There's just not enough hours in the day."
His smile slowly fades, his face still relieved, but his eyes more serious and reflective.
"...But it's good to see at least someone from Celestia gives enough of a damn to stick their necks out for others. I only hope more of them follow your example. ...By the way, with the whole business dealt with now, would you have a preference if I used your alias or your real name going forward?"
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