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[Psymallard]

https://pokecharms.com/threads/god-abandoned-planet.24632/

Paris, France
The moon was a waning crescent with several dark stratus clouds passing over it from time to time. There was a light fog in the air; enough to blur the few distant lanternlights that still shone at this hour.
Augustus sat alone in his house at the top of a cobblestone tower, drinking wine from the bottle while peering out the window. His house was higher than most, although many buildings started to use several stories since the Eternal Night began. He was near the city limits as well, where there was a wall to keep outside demons outside. He took a swig of his wine and then slammed it back onto the small wooden table he sat at. He propped his elbows up onto the table, rubbing his tired eyes before running his fingers through his hair.
He leaned back in his chair, and felt a tremor. He paused, looking around. Another. This one was more noticeable, and the rhythm was like a giant's footsteps. When the third tremor struck, it did not end so quickly, being accompanied by a long row of tall explosions coming from the ground, cutting through the wall and into the city. After the initial flashes of orange, there left was a giant fault in the ground, emitting a blood red glow, with creatures both scrambling and soaring out of it. Already were bloodcurdling shrieks from humans and demons alike filling the air. And came a giant, gaunt hand with spindly, clawed fingers grabbing the edge of the hole, crushing a few demons that were unlucky enough to be in that place at that time. It did the same with its other hand on the other side. As the demon hoisted itself up, it looked to be nothing but red flesh shrink-wrapped onto a skeleton, with it's eyelids sown shut and hundreds of beady eyes bulging from its toothless mouth. It lifted a foot above ground and used that one to propel its other, now standing at around 70 feet tall.
Back in Augustus's house, he was casually dressing himself in his rusted armor. He had just wrapped up when a demon burst through the cobblestone wall. This breed was standing at approximately 7 feet tall, slobbering a green substance, and had the head and wings of a horsefly, the torso and biceps of a bodybuilder, the forearms and paws of a bear, and hind legs of a dog. He didn't have his sword at the moment, it was on his bed 10 feet to his left. He glanced that way and back at the demon, before making a beeline to his weapon. He was intercepted by the demon, however, but had the time to raise his buckler to block its mouthparts from becoming acquainted with his neck. He quickly reached over the horrific mash-up's shoulder and slammed his palm into its abdomen, turning around and pushing it into the wall behind him. He shoved off the hybrid and dashed the rest of the way to his sword, as the demon recovered. Augustus grabbed the sword and turned into a thrust, as the demon sprang at him, and kebabbing the thing's head. He tossed it out of the hole it had made and flicked the blood off his sword, lumbering down the stairs of the building.

 

[Prof.Ninja]

Paris, France
Caligo sat down his rather dark estate only illuminated by a couple of lanterns. He sat down quietly, while cleaning his longsword, and sighed as he stood up and sheathed his sword. As he walked through his house, he heard a loud banging sound coming from outside. Caligo quickly pulled out his sword and slowly walked towards the door. When he was at least 12 feet away from the door, the door was knocked down and a ape-like creature emerged from the darkness outside. It was at least 8 feet tall, with glowing green eyes, and pitch black fur. It breathed this smoke like substance. Caligo had no intentions of fighting the beast, and wanted to get out of the house fast. Caligo slowly moved around, leading the beast away from the door and took a run for it. The creature hurled a green fireball at him. Caligo easily dodged. He knew staying out of the open was dangerous and spotted a city a few miles away, he took into a sprint and ran as fast as he could.

 

[Void_Nugget]

A Forest Near Paris, France
A group of men crouched low behind a bush watching a pair of deer. With a crack of a branch the hunters turned and the deer bolted "who's there" one of them asked his voice wavering slightly, a low hiss sound was heard as a flash of silver and flesh came down upon the hunters.

Once the screams died down Damon stood up breathing heavily as the enhancement spells ran off and looked around, he stretched his limbs and swiftly walked away from the mangled bodies, his own body caked in blood and sweat. As he walked he noticed a dagger was stuck in his leg and sighed heavily pulling the knife out he left it in a bush and turned his attentions to a fancy looking carriage and with a few whispered spells his canines lengthened and he moved with inhuman speed knocking the carriage over as he began to maul the inhabitants of the carriage, their screams echoing out across the area even reaching the city.

 

[Rex]

Left Bank, Paris, France

He smelled something on the air. Not for the first time, Dylan, a white wolf hidden in the long shadows cast by a weak, partially obscured, moon, caught himself looking across the river towards the right bank of the Seine. Some lights still burned in the more prosperous side of the city, protected as it was by its city walls. Paris was a land of two worlds, divided down the middle by the river. The right bank was more densely populated, people were practically choked together now, trapped within the walls and not daring to go out.

Here on the left bank, population had always been sparser. It hadn’t even had walls when the Eternal Night first began, though some enterprising mages soon rose some earthen ramparts to at least offer the remaining population some meager amount of assistance. This part of the city was home primarily to several great monasteries, now nearly abandoned, though Dylan thought he’d heard tell of several monks, still cloistered away, who spent day and night praying their God for forgiveness. Dylan thought they might have better luck if they abandoned the father who claimed to love them only to leave them, and instead return to the old gods who – though capricious in their own ways – you at least knew where you stood with them.

But there was that smell again, carried on the wind across the river to his nose. A smell like rotting meat, mixed with something far darker. It was unlikely the humans could smell it, not yet at least, but being in the form of a wolf meant having a wolf’s sense of smell, and Dylan caught a good whiff of it whenever the wind blew just right. Something was about to happen, something bad. Not for the first time, Dylan caught himself wondering why he’d chosen – upon successfully crossing the Pyrenees and reaching Toulouse – to turn north and come to Paris, rather than take his chances by striking out east in the hopes of reaching Constantinople. If anyone was prepared to weather this demonic siege it was the Emperor of Rome, not the King of France.

The ground shook beneath his paws. It was distant, but it made his fur raise all the same. It was starting. Brilliant flashes of orange light erupted past the buildings of the city’s right side, and then part of the wall came down. And just like that, Paris was under attack. The biggest – literally biggest in this case – danger was a demon that stood tens of feet taller than even the highest church spire within the city. Now the smell of rotting meat was overpowering, and with it came the screams of humans and demons alike. It wouldn’t be wise for him to get stuck in it now, the moon was thin and getting thinner by the hour, he could take a few demons, but not a horde.

Undoubtedly, the people of Paris would evacuate towards the Île de la Cité, the largest of the river islands that sat between the banks of the Seine. It was the center of government, and it had its own ramparts. The bridges were obvious choke points, and a mass of knights and guards could probably hold them against the demons. But trying to evacuate the vast majority of the town’s population across them? That was a recipe for disaster. He weighed his options, wondering if it’d be better for him to go there himself, or if he was safer remaining on the left bank.

There was nothing else for it. Dylan liked to think he was a good person, and regardless of what his logic told him, he couldn’t just sit here and watch as half of Paris was destroyed. They could use someone with his talents helping defend the bridges. If he could save at least one life tonight, his trip to Paris wouldn’t have been in vain. The white wolf took off in a run, heading towards the nearest bridge that would take him across to the island of the city.

 

[Killerbunny the god]

A Forest Near Paris, France

Having left Germany behind only a couple of days ago, John was now in France and getting close to the capitol. Being in his horse-form made him a lot faster so he usually used that form when travelling long distances. His arctic fox was sleeping on his back with a bag containing stolen food and a violin. He had named the fox "Kyla" after the Swedish word for "cold". His clothes transformed with him so they tainted what would otherwise be a fully white horse with spots of red but he didn't care. Having been raised by a cannibalistic spirit made him think of humans as lesser beings.

Johnathan felt something was off so he stopped abruptly in his tracks, waking up Kyla. He had heard something but couldn't quite put his finger (or hoof) on what. As a horse, he had the uncanny ability to stand almost completely still. He used this ability and listened for the sound again, hoping to figure out what it was. Waiting for a minute or two, he heard the sound again. There was screaming up ahead. Faint screaming. Even his enhanced horse-hearing couldn't fully make it out at first. Seeing as the forest was mostly silent in the night, it was likely that the sound had travelled quite far. John estimated the sound to be at least three kilometers away and figured he would be able to find the source in fifteen to thirty minutes. He began galloping again towards where he thought the sound originated, hoping to find the source.

He came up on a small clearing eventually where he saw a knocked-over carriage. He recognized the smell of blood and saw human body-parts lay scattered around the clearing. No animal could've done this much damage, that was a fact. John neighed to tell Kyla to jump off his back before he transformed back into human form. Hoping the culprit was still in the area, John took out his violin and used his magic to lure any human to his position with a calm melody meant to remind people of their homes.

 

[Void_Nugget]

Damon stood up from his crouched position as he heard music, he hummed casually to the music as he returned to normal as his spells wore off. He crawled out from the carriage and then strolled over to the source of the music, he gave the man a curious look, "you there, what about this scene you see in front of you made you think it was a good time to start playing music" he said as he looked around wondering whether this was his smartest choice of action, this musical dude could be dangerous, he stood in a defensive stance and watched the man patiently waiting for him to make a move as he wiped some of the blood from his face.

 

[Killerbunny the god]

Seeing motion from the carriage, John stopped playing his music. Looking at the person in front of him, he could only think of vampires. This man certainly had the physical attributes of one. Though the man looked young, there was something... timeless about his appearance. As if he didn't quite age. The man began speaking to John, though he couldn't quite understand what was said. It was likely that the man assumed John knew French as they were situated in France. John could only make out a few words, like music, but the overall meaning was beyond his understanding.
"Ich entschuldige mich, ich kann leider nicht die schöne französische Sprache sprechen. Ich nehme an, dass du meine Musik magst?" he said, hoping that the man could understand German so they could cross this language barrier.

(Translation: "My apologies, I'm not able to speak the lovely French language I'm afraid. I take it that you like my music?")

 

[Psymallard]

Demons scrambled down the street in all shapes and sizes, the one thing in common being their crazed thirst for blood. As three ran in front of a cobblestone building, the middle one shoved into the one closer to the building, slamming it into the wood door and caving it in, but not totally knocking it off the hinges. As the large creature scrambled to be back on its way, a glowing red blade shot from the door, piercing through its left bicep and all the way through to the collarbone of the demon. It let out a gurgling cry as the sword retracted, flailing onto the ground as it slowly died. Augustus kicked the door down from the inside as the other two demons skid to a halt. One had an obese torso with pencil-thin limbs and one large eye with a milky pupil where the head should be, and the other had a gaunt humanoid figure with a cow skull as a head and spines protruding from seemingly random spots on its body. The one-eyed one leapt at the fallen crusader first with its spindly claws outstretched. Augustus reacted by shoving the sword into the monster's eye in a downwards angle, in such a way that it continued down into its torso and didn't leave an exit point. With his sword hand preoccupied, the other demon came from his right. Same with the situation a couple minutes ago, he used his buckler to block a bite from the creature. It grabbed Augustus's left shoulder and right waist as he continued to attempt to both push the beast's head back and withdraw the blade from the other one. The spined demon shot out three new spines from its body, two from its chest and one on its left wrist, the former scraping harmlessly off of Augustus's chest plate and the latter delivering a shallow cut on his cheek. He then raised his sword, covered in demon blood and aqueous humor (eye juice), and chopped it into the creature's right shoulder. The demon loosened its grip on the ex-knight from the attack, and he was able to push it off of him. It stumbled backwards as the blade was pulled out of it, leaving the shoulder peeling from the rest of the body. It didn't seem to care, and rushed back in immediately. Augustus was ready, and stabbed into the center of the chest and lifted, the momentum of the creature aiding him as he lifted it over his head and slammed it down on the other side of him. He withdrew his sword and looked at the corpses. "Restez en enfer, là où vous appartenez. (Stay in hell, where you belong.)" He muttered as he spat on the corpse of the spiny one.
Since the forces of hell have already permeated Paris's manmade wall, they'd have to rely on the protection of a natural one, in the form of the Seine River, and he began his way to the southwest of his current position. He walked down the road, a gorilla-shaped demon with a insectoid face crawling down a building ahead, carrying a mauled upper half of a person, the lower half dangling a couple feet below via thin strips of meat. Augustus raised his right hand at the creature, which stopped and looked around at the feeling of the electric field. It spotted Augustus, and decided to attack him, leaping off the wall. Unluckily for it, it was too late. The creature hadn't gone two inches off the wall before an electric burst, releasing a marvelous boom and a brilliant light, seized its muscles and it fell face-first into the ground with a sickening snap.
Then he continued on his way. But- the demonic howls- they grew louder. And booming footsteps too. Several tens of demons, although a small portion of the invading force, sounded like they noticed the burst of lightning, some already crawling over buildings. Augustus noticed this and already regretted his actions. "Merde... (Shit...)," he muttered under his breath. He glanced over his shoulder at the few beasts already visible, before breaking into a sprint.

 

[Void_Nugget]

Damon looked at the man before nodding slightly "(In German) I see, yes your music is pretty nice but I was actually inquiring as to why someone would bare witness to a brutal scene such as this and decide to play music" he asked curiously before turning to loom at the city "(In English) What on earth is going on" he muttered in his first language before turning back to face the musical gentleman wiping the last of the blood from his face as he picked jewellery and coins from among the corpses.

 

[Killerbunny the god]

John smiled politely before speaking.
"Ich verstehe. Der tod hat immer etwas ganz besonderes, das mich dazu bringt, musik zu spielen. Es ist sehr schön, ruhige musik zu spielen, während man vom tod umgeben ist" he said in a calm tone as he watched the man loot the dead bodies. Having been raised by a cannibalistic spirit, he had no problems with seeing dead bodies. He had quite often eaten raw human meat himself. Noticing that the man infront of him knew English, he switched to that language instead.
"I apologize, for I do not know what the situation in Paris is at the moment. I could take us there within the hour quite easily if you would like to see for yourself. I believe there is some sort of mischief, though that is but a guess" he said as he picked up Kyla and placed her on his neck before transforming back into his horse form for fast travelling. He knew that this man infront of him certainly could be dangerous, but John was dangerous as well. And if he was right about the mischief, it would be wise to have someone to throw in front of the danger.

(“I understand. There is always something quite special about death that makes me want to play some music. It is quite lovely to play some calm music while surrounded by death.”)

 

[Void_Nugget]

Damon shrugged and climbed onto the back of the man who had just become a horse "let's get to the city then" he said, it could be beneficial to have an ally, after all Damon had been alone for a long time maybe he just need some company for a bit. He looked to the city curiously what could be occurring, perhaps an invasion or a revolution of some kind, either way Damon liked Paris and would prefer to remained relatively in one piece, it was after all one of the nicer places he had been in a while.