Seraphim Song

Rina
Hp: 30/30
Mp: 20/30
Sc: 0/2
Atk: 2
Def: 5
Int: 8
Spr: 6

Rina moves to F9!

Rina moved out of the shadows. There was no more she could do to help the party. And the mist was getting awfully close to her. She would have to keep moving to stay out of harm's way.

Dove moves to H4!

Dove attacks Vetton!
(Damage: 100% Int/Effect: --/Element: --)

Rina
Hp: 30/30
Mp: 30/30
Atk: 2
Def: 5
Int: 8
Spr: 6

Darros attacks Ecual. 12 ATK Dmg

Darros attacks Ecual. 12 ATK Dmg

Darros slammed his fists into the creature again, knocking the creature upward and nearly smashing through the ceiling with it.

Darros waits

I - III : Confinement

Location -- Besynder Hjem : Sealed Room

Objectives: Defeat the mysterious creatures!

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GstpHUI8G7Y&feature=related

Atmosphere: Dark and musty, but mostly dark. [Dark Element +10% / Light Element -50%]

{ } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } A
{ } { } {R} {W} { } { } { } { } { } B
{ } { } { } { } {T} { } { } { } { } C
{I} { } {R} { } { } { } { } { } { } D
{ } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } {C} E
{D} { } { } { } { } {S} { } { } {I} F
{E} { } { } { } {H} { } { } { } { } G
{ } {V} { } {D} { } { } { } { } { } H
{ } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } I
-1---2---3---4---5---6---7---8---9-

Tebiur takes 5 damage!

Tebiur loses 4 mana!

Wallace restores MP!

Tebiur takes 2 damage!

Tebiur goes Berserk!

Tebiur takes 11 damage!

Tebiur is KO'd!

Vetton takes 3 damage!

Vetton takes 4 damage!

Chloe's Charm Stockpile increases to 2!

Ecual takes 10 damage!

- - - - -

~ Neutral Phase 3 ~

N/A

~ Enemy Phase 3 ~

Sazan moves to D6.

~

Ecual moves to E1.

~

Vetton moves to F2.

~ Calculation Phase 3 ~

Ruthas is affected by Haste! [1 Turn Left]

Wallace is affected by Haste! [1 Turn Left]

Darros is affected by Haste! [1 Turn Left]

Ruthas is no longer the Center of Attention!

Dove takes 2 damage from the Shadow Mist Cell!

Shadow energy continues to pour out of the hole in G5!

{ } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } A
{ } { } {R} {W} { } { } { } { } { } B
{ } { } { } { } {T} { } { } { } { } C
{I} { } {R} { } { } {S} { } { } { } D
{E} { } { } { } { } { } { } { } {C} E
{D} {V} { } { } { } { } { } { } {I} F
{ } { } { } { } {H} { } { } { } { } G
{ } { } { } {D} { } { } { } { } { } H
{ } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } I
-1---2---3---4---5---6---7---8---9-

Terra (Spellbinder)
Lvl: 4
HP: 20/20
MP: 25/52
Atk: 1
Def: 5
Int: 9
Spr: 6
Move: 2

Chloe (Charmer)
Lvl: 4
HP: 45/45
MP: 7/10
Atk: 0
Def: 8
Int: 1
Spr: 8
Move: 6

Ruthas (Dancer) |-Haste-1-|
Lvl: 4
HP: 30/30
MP: 7/25
Atk: 8
Def: 6
Int: 3
Spr: 5
Move: 4

Wallace (Demonologist) |-Haste-1-|
Lvl: 4
HP: 20/20
MP: 5/30
Atk: 7
Def: 4
Int: 6
Spr: 6
Move: 3

Rina (Dreamer)
Lvl: 4
HP: 30/30
MP: 20/30
Atk: 2
Def: 5
Int: 8
Spr: 6
Move: 2

Darros (Street Fighter) |-Haste-1-|
Lvl: 4
HP: 40/40
MP: 17/25
Atk: 13
Def: 6
Int: 0
Spr: 4
Move: 3

Dove (Summon)
Lvl: 4
HP: 11/15
MP: 48/48
Atk: 0
Def: 5
Int: 8
Spr: 8
Move: 4

Rage (Summon)
Lvl: 4
HP: 20/20
MP: 15/15
Atk: 14
Def: 2
Int: 2
Spr: 3
Move: 3

Insanity (Summon)
Lvl: 4
HP: 15/15
MP: 30/30
Atk: 5
Def: 2
Int: 6
Spr: 5
Move: 3

Tebiur (Wretched) |-KO-|
HP: 0/35
MP: 28/40

Ecual (Wretched)
Lvl: 3
HP: 7/35
MP: 40/40
Atk: 9
Def: 6
Int: 3
Spr: 6
Move: 2

Sazan (Wretched)
Lvl: 3
HP: 23/35
MP: 40/40
Atk: 9
Def: 6
Int: 3
Spr: 6
Move: 2

Vetton (Wretched)
Lvl: 3
HP: 22/35
MP: 40/40
Atk: 9
Def: 6
Int: 3
Spr: 6
Move: 2

{ } = Starting Cell

{ } = Shadow Mist Cell [Accuracy reduced by 50%. Standing in a Shadow Mist Cell during a Calculation Phase results in the loss of 10% Max HP.]

~ Player Phase 4 ~

As the gas continued to spread throughout the entire room, Terra continued to step back toward the wall, and before she knew it, her back slammed into one of the shadowed windows. "Stay back!" She shouted as she fired another arcane bolt at a different creature.

Terra moves to A5.

Terra casts [Faerie Spark] on [Sazan]! 5 damage!

[Sazan] loses 4 mana!

MP: 25/52

Darros uses Thunder Clap, hits Ecual and Vetton. 14 ATK Dmg
MP: 10/25

Darros, seeing what was happening now because of his earlier actions of tearing the floor off, slammed a fist onto the ground to create a small shockwave to strike the two creatures that surrounded him, careful to control his strength and not to create another hole on the floor. Then he lifted his fist and punched the creature that survived his first attack.

Darros attacks Vetton. 13 ATK Dmg

Darros moves to cell C-1

Rina
Hp: 30/30
Mp: 20/30
Sc: 0/2
Atk: 2
Def: 5
Int: 8
Spr: 6

Rina moves to D9!

Rina had nothing more to do now. Of course she had nothing left to do before. So she merely moved away from the gases and tried to avoid getting killed.

Rina
Hp: 30/30
Mp: 20/30
Sc: 0/2
Atk: 2
Def: 5
Int: 8
Spr: 6

Opening his eyes only revealed more darkness.

Wallace sat up slowly. When he had opened his eyes, he had to make sure they were open, for all he saw was an abyss of perptual shadow up above. But looking around now, he realized that he was in a circular room lined with bookshelves filled with innumerable books. It was a place that would give an old scholar a heart attack. Just looking from his spot on the floor wasn't helping anything. Slowly, he stood up. Where was he? Where was everyone else?

Deciding that he was getting no answers anytime soon, he started pacing around the room. There didn't seem to be a door anywhere...so how did he get in? More importantly, how was he to get out? That's when he remembered that he could always open up a vortex and escape into the realm of his demons in order to utilize one of the doors there to enter another dimension. He plunged his sword into the ground and was pleased to see the vortex. However, when he tried to enter it, he ended up slamming his feet onto something solid. The vortex was flat. He couldn't go into it. Pulling his sword out of the floor, he looked at the books. Worry crept about his mind, but he couldn't let it get the best of him. An exit would present itself when he was meant to leave.

Luckily, there was entertainment all around him. He loved to read as a young boy; he was quite studious. Casually, he walked up to a bookshelf and picked out an unnamed book. No title. No author. Curious, he opened it up and began to read the intro. His eyebrows raised at the contents.

"What in the name of Hell...?" he questioned, reading more into the book. Each paragraph shocked him more than the last. He ended up flipping back to the intro once more, and read it aloud:

"And when there is no one left to protect them...all flutters hopelessly into decay. How can you watch? You cannot. How can you guard them? You cannot. Why is this so? You are too far away. What goes on whilst you journey? How do you know they are safe? All of them. Not just those who created you and nurtured you, but the other whom they created and nurtured--the one you care for deep in your soul. The following passages are nothing but truth, for how do you know of their condition?"

SLAM!

The book thudded into the bookshelf on the opposite side of the room and landed roughly on the floor. Wallace had thrown it away in disgust, but he didn't know why. It was almost as if the book were talking to him. Whoever the author was, he or she was a sick person. The demonologist sighed and picked another, untitled and unauthored book from the shelf only to open it up and grimace. He read aloud:

"Truth cannot be ignored. They will wither. They will die."

Below that solitary phrase was an illustration of his family, bright and happy. His parents were smiling and his brother, Maxwell, was standing beside them looking wise as usual. Wallace turned the page, and, to his horror, saw the same family, only completely drained of life. Their weathered visages were frightening. Their wrinkled skin clung loosely to their bones, and their hands seemed to reach out at him as if pleading for help.

"They will die."

SLAM!

The book landed on the floor right near the other one that Wallace had thrown. The last line he read in it haunted him, however.

"And it's all your fault...," he whispered, collapsing to his knees.

"You..." Terra gasped and widened her eyes in immense disbelief, "There's no way... You don't even exist..." She immediately hopped off of the bed and on to the dusty, brick flooring of the circular room, "Who the hell are you?!" Terra was almost entirely positive she was daydreaming, but everything around her seemed all too real to be fake - more so, too real to be real.

"That really hurts me, you know," The blond haired, female figure elegantly walked up to Terra, dressed in an eloquent, crimson red gown which complimented her large cleavage and fine figure, "it hurts me... deep inside..." The woman whispered as streaks of blood slowly began to leak out of her dress from all directions, "I was your best friend for five years, Terra-"

"NO! YOU DON'T--... You... YOU DON'T EVEN EXIST!" Terra screamed, shoving the woman away from her with great force.

Taken aback by the forceful push, the woman tumbled backwards into the wall - causing a large cracking noise to emit from her body. "Do you enjoy hurting your best friend?" The woman giggled, a sense of contradicting trickery and melancholy tainting her voice. Bloodied and bruised by a mere push, the woman fell to the ground, limp.

Terra let out a sigh of relief as she turned her head away from the bruised and bloody corpse, attempting to free herself from the gruesome sight. Something then struck her with an astounding sense of fear. Her body refused to step away from the body of the dead woman. If anything, she could only step toward her - only slightly.

"I'm... I'm not finished with you..." A whisper managed to escape from the woman's lips, red with both coatings of lipstick and her own blood, "Or am I... Just a figment of your imagination?... Don't tell me you still believe in those FUCKING LIES that sweet little girl Chloe told you when you were nine years old, do you?" Color returned to her eyes, yet her beaten visage didn't restore in the slightest.

"You were my imaginary friend." Terra managed to mutter, stricken with an unbecoming sense of endless fear and distress, "From the ages of four to nine, you were my best friend. That's when Chloe came into my life and screwed everything up for you... w-wasn't it?"

"And it hurts... a lot, Terra." The woman let out a smile as chunks of her flesh began to disintegrate into mounds of mushy, clotted blood that seemed to just melt away with her already blood-red tears, "Please play with me again... I miss you... So, so much..." The holes exposed by the decomposition of the woman's flesh then began to pour an endless amount of guts and organs, all of which seemed to just flow out of her body and twitch upon the ground as if they were maggots infesting her body.

"W-wh..." Terra couldn't speak, she was terrified, shaking with an amount of fear coursing through her body that she has never experienced before.

"We could play tag... Or checkers..." The woman continued to speak in a remorseful tone as the rest of her remaining skin singed away, revealing masses of pink flesh and tendons that slowly pulsated with an ominous beat that all lead to the center of her body, where her exposed heart was open for Terra to see.

Darkness. Sheer darkness. Nothing but the silent and still darkness. Waves of it, for miles and miles poured over her. They fled when done with her, only to end up at the back of the end of the line. It was like a sea. A swirling, deep, evil sea. Just when she found herself underneath it, deep below where she had been before there was a light.

A single beam of light, thinner than a pin, pierced the darkness. In seconds a flash of light, and the darkness fled. A memory of the last time this had happened crossed her mind. She pushed it away the second it entered, hating the remembrance of it.

The light faded and she lay on the ground, pain spiraling through her being. She forced her eyes open, and she cursed in her mind. It happened to her again. She had traveled to another dimension again, and she was all alone. Her eyes fell to the side where a small note lay.

"I'm not gone. You will never get away from me. I will follow you. And one day... I will kill you."

Her eyes shot open and then she fainted from it all. Rina was back in the ruins where the townspeople had found here.

Wallace was a bit shaken from the books, but his curious nature took hold for just a second as to pose the question of why those two books were directing such horrid thoughts at him. Was it only those books? The demonologist slowly managed to rise. He had to find out. Grabbing another book, he opened it only to find it blank. He flipped through the pages furiously until he found a single page with but a single sentence written upon it:

"Death will find them."

SLAM!

Another. He seized another book forcefully from the shelf and tore through it, looking for more text. It was just like the last with only one page with words upon it:

"Death is relentless. You are a failure as a guardian. Not even sticking with those whom you wish to protect?"

SLAM!

And another.

"Selfish being. Only thinking of yourself. Decay is inevitable. Watch as your family rots away into the corpses you'll come home to find, whenever the hell that may be."

SLAM!

Wallace fell to his knees once more, clutching his head. He didn't understand what was going on. This place he was in...there was something so very wrong. Laughter echoed throughout the circular room as books began to float off the shelves, surrounding the demonologist and whispering phrases from their stories.

"Single shot.....heard....the forest....horses....all directions....screams filled the air....tearing limbs....blood soaked the ground....and so ends.....Maxwell Night...," one whispered evilly.

"Tears flowed down her cheeks as she pleaded only to have her begging fall upon death ears. "My son.....where is my son?! I need you! WALLACE!!" she screamed as the bandit slit her throat, her lifeless corpse falling to the ground as her crimson essence puddled around her....," another recited with pleasure.

"Hunting....being watched....see it coming....gun at the ready...quicker....bear....gored....dragged away....," a third book joined in.

They continued to swirl around the now trembling Wallace. Illustrations of his family in perfect health appeared on some of the pages of the floating books only to end up with the people in the illustrations bursting into flames or becoming bones before his very eyes. Rage built up inside of him and his grip on his sword tightened.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he shouted wildly and slashed at a nearby book. His face was horrified as the book transformed into a large page with an illustration of his mother upon it right before it was slashed. His sword tore through it like butter, and he watched in despair as his mother's smiling face turned into one of shock and anguish as his sword rent her in two.

WHAT A MONSTER. A MALEVOLENT, COLD-HEARTED BASTARD! LEAVING YOUR FAMILY BEHIND TO PERISH AT THE HANDS OF FATE? WHY AREN'T YOU THERE TO PROTECT THEM? YOU DON'T CARE?! AAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!

YOU.

ARE.

FUCKING.

SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"N-n..." Terra's horrified expression hadn't changed one bit; she could hardly breathe as she was forced to watch some insane girl get ripped apart by some... force of some sort, "P-p... l-.... eas....e...." She hardly managed to mutter out of her mouth as she violently grabbed her head with her own hands, shaking vigorously as she attempted to forcefully turn her head away from the malefic sight.

"You can't escape me, Terra. I am you. You are me. We belong with each other." The mangled corpse continued to speak as its bones began to turn a rotten, fungi color and crumble into tiny bits and pieces, "Are you pleased with your life, Terra? I was always there for you. To help you through tough hours. Chloe doesn't do that. She's just a burden." The voice's tone turned into that of a soft whisper, "She's just..."

"N-n..." Terra gripped her own head harder and harder as the horrific stress that was overcoming her body grew stronger, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE, DAMMIT!!" She screamed, clawing at the sides of her own head with great force. Soon enough, she had broken her own skin, and blood was slowly trickling down the side of her shivering face. "WHY CAN'T I JUST TURN AWAY?! LEAVE ME... JUST LET ME GO!! PLEASE!!"

The corrupting corpse merely smiled at the terrified girl and muttered in a heartwarming, beautiful voice, "No."

Chloe dropped down to the floor, coughing and spluttering. She massaged her neck, which was red from the tight hold her father had on her. She writhed on the floor, attempting to get up. Chloe couldn't get her legs to hold up her weight, and her entire body felt weak. She could only turn her head around to look up at the threatening shadow of her father.

Chloe's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, horrified at what Papa Chloe was now saying, "Your mother died because of you."

Chloe scrambled to her feet, tripping and repeatedly falling over, trying to get away from her father. With tears streaming down her face, she knocked into the wall, only to fall back down to the floor in pain. She couldn't see where she was going, and ended up hurting herself. The father's last words, "Your mother died because of you," echoed in Chloe's head as her father's shadowy figure faded away like dust. Chloe held the top of her head, curling up into a ball again, and cried.

The helpless demonologist didn't know what was going on. His mind refused to think rationally at this point. All he felt was anger and rage towards the teasing books. The only sick ones here were them. And he would punish them. "YOU SPEAK ONLY LIES!" he yelled at the tomes who laughed at him in return. Wallace laughed as well, but it wasn't a happy laugh. "Those who speak false truths...must be eliminated."

SLASH!

A book was torn asunder with ease before it even had a chance to transform into anything. He lashed out at the myriad books who flew around him faster as to evade his sword strikes. Every now and again, he'd manage to rip one apart, but the rest just kept taunting him.

"Useless."

"Hopeless."

"Ignorant."

"Selfish."

They all hurled their insults at him with the most serious of tones, as if they truly believed him to be those things. Fatigue was starting to take over his body, and the books found it easier to dodge his rage-driven blows. Finally, the demonologist collapsed on the floor. "I left....to become stronger....for them...," he managed, closing his eyes in sadness. "I...."

...

The dark abyss above still echoed into an eternity of shadows. The shelves of the circular room were still and quiet. Torn pages fluttered helplessly to the ground where numerous torn books could be found, their pages ripped and shredded and gashes in their hard covers. On the floor beneath a blanket of blank pages lied Wallace, tears flowing from his eyes that saturated any paper near his face. Everything else was silent.

Darkness again. She was floating on it. Though this time it was different. She was alone, but there was a warmth. A frozen warmth. It was everything at once, hate and bliss, light and dark, good and bad. And then, sheer and utter darkness, a frozen grasp. The words played over and over in her head, never ceasing, always following her.

"You're all alone... Someday, I will kill you... And there is nothing you can do to stop me."

The voice covered her, traveling all around her, eventually covering her completely. She couldn't breathe.

She awoke with a start, her body still in pain. Her eyes remained emotionless, and they scattered around, like when reading a book. Images flashed, her whole body shaking in a seizure like form. She was truly all alone here, even the town that she remembered was completely empty. The ruins she lay in were crumbling around her, no one nearby. As one piece fell and she shook, her lips began to move, a sort of possession coming over her. As the whole area began to cave in, a tear suddenly cascaded. And suddenly she stopped, just as one ceiling gave way and hurtled towards her.

Rina was going to die.

And it was all gone. Her eyes remained expressionless, her body shaking, a tear in the corner of her eye.