Blade Master Alastor (
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DMC5 AU (For @whollyconsumed)
[It's not often that Alastor lingers outside of Movieland after paying a visit to his friends on this side of the silver screen, but this time...this time something's wrong. A deeply unnerving type of wrong that's far too familiar. The demon bugs, Empousae, only enter this world to feed a Qlipoth sprout. Checking the news confirms his fears, and gives him a location at that.
Joe, Silvia, and Jet are doing their best to protect people from the wandering demons, but Alastor knows enough to head for the source. He doesn't bring them with him, not for this. Anything else, maybe...but he knows what he's going to see when he gets there, and it's not a sight he wants to inflict on them. Not one he's sure they could handle, spared the horrors of truly gruesome deaths as they have been.
What he sees is what he'd expected. It's a scene from a nightmare. Last time, he'd held back and tried to stay out of things. That had resulted in Mundus, to say nothing of countless innocent lives lost that he might have saved. This time will be different. This time, he'll tear this infernal plant up by the roots if he has a chance, even if it risks all of Hell knowing he's escaped his prison.
The first step to that is loosening those roots. Flying above the carnage of the city, it's easy to spot their weak spots. He's surprised to also see something human shaped moving down there, but the root is the first priority. Calling a replica sword to his hand, he takes a plunging dive down, blade point first, to tear open the straining membrane of the root. It's messy, the boil-like protrusion bursting open in a shower of blood, but it's efficient...and he rather thinks the image it results in, of him kneeling with his sword buried in Qlipoth flesh and surrounded in blood splatters is a striking one. Even if he is going to have to wipe the bloodstains off his armor and clothes.]
Joe, Silvia, and Jet are doing their best to protect people from the wandering demons, but Alastor knows enough to head for the source. He doesn't bring them with him, not for this. Anything else, maybe...but he knows what he's going to see when he gets there, and it's not a sight he wants to inflict on them. Not one he's sure they could handle, spared the horrors of truly gruesome deaths as they have been.
What he sees is what he'd expected. It's a scene from a nightmare. Last time, he'd held back and tried to stay out of things. That had resulted in Mundus, to say nothing of countless innocent lives lost that he might have saved. This time will be different. This time, he'll tear this infernal plant up by the roots if he has a chance, even if it risks all of Hell knowing he's escaped his prison.
The first step to that is loosening those roots. Flying above the carnage of the city, it's easy to spot their weak spots. He's surprised to also see something human shaped moving down there, but the root is the first priority. Calling a replica sword to his hand, he takes a plunging dive down, blade point first, to tear open the straining membrane of the root. It's messy, the boil-like protrusion bursting open in a shower of blood, but it's efficient...and he rather thinks the image it results in, of him kneeling with his sword buried in Qlipoth flesh and surrounded in blood splatters is a striking one. Even if he is going to have to wipe the bloodstains off his armor and clothes.]
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It's certainly a useful change.
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[ The ash bodies do disturb him a bit. ]
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[So much death, so quickly...he lets out a disgusted growl.]
Well, I guess the fact that it's likely done with the mass murder is a twisted kind of upside.
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But I doubt this city will recover after.
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[His fists clench, and he turns to glare at the tree.]
We should get to work. You have any plans other than helping with the weeds?
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I need to give him something.
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Bad blood?
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I don't think he even knows I haven't been home in almost a decade.
[Or if he does, he hasn't realized he can force him to come back.]
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Pretty sure he'd figure it out if he saw the spirit of one of his old weapons standing right in front of him, though.
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[There are a few weapons he can think of that fit said description...including himself, but he'd know if the rest of him was anywhere in the vicinity.]
Well, like I said, I'm not afraid to take my own swing at this Urizen. Not entirely sure I'm mad enough at Dante to leave him MIA, but I'm sure your game of Where's Waldo will be easier without the looming threat of a demon apocalypse.
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I'm not that attached to him.
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Stopping Urizen won't get rid of the demons that have already turned up, you know. If he's really unconscious, then he's going to get eaten sooner or later.
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That's his problem.
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I've put plenty of energy into trying to save the citizen of this city. It doesn't have to include him.
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Especially since he does a lot of good for this world in general.
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If you can get over your fear of him, that is.
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[Would he break the sword? Maybe that idea is a little scary. Oblivion, without even a chance to fight back...it's not how he'd ever want to go.]
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She's more human-like than I am.
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There's obviously been a lot of changes since you last met him.
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