A Magi's Property[ Ecchi Kunoichi X Sanoci]

[Sanoci]

Civilization as everyone knew descended into darkness in the coming of age for magi, harnessing mana through the outer plane where demons roamed for magic originated through their realm. The studious nature of mortals often corrupted them, making them split open the gates to the underworld and fish out potential familiars via demons. Magecracies formed and soon war sprung out of control, depleting magic to the point where one needed to compress their arcantic abilities through a trinket and demons were sough out as powerful allies to further their cause. Amongst the causalities from this constant war was a steadily decline in demons, entire areas devastated, and spell casters treated with disdain.

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An exotic looking brute enveloped in crimson arcane symbols strolled along the road, seemingly distraught, indicating his concentration was elsewhere but his current environment. It wasn't difficult to identified the man as a magi, especially with those predatory crimson slits centered between his gray iris. Robust in physique and possessing an abnormal stature, one would distinguish this stranger as a warrior if not for the personal identifiers that made them outlandish to most people. He was adorned with a long leather black coat with silver pauldrons, black boots and black clothing.The top of his clothing is open to reveal his muscular chest, with his silver embroidered leather suspenders crossed over it. Another hint to his unnatural essence was the pale complexion, informing others of his usage of dark magic, although it matched well with the shaven head and black goatee he sported.

Slowly pacing into a bar, the magi known to many as Murvoth Bloodbane knew of his heinous exploits, perhaps diminishing the nightmarish reputation of demons for how utterly ruthless and sadistic his methods were. Admittedly disappointed for not finding his recent target, Murvoth had to pause momentarily to at least recover and energized himself. Eying the barkeep he demanded for their strongest ale, remaining stern and placid with no sudden shifts in demeanor nor facial features. Frequently gawked at by the customers in attendance, he paid them no acknowledge and waited for his drink; the food likely was in low quality and could fetch himself a better meal by hunting for it. Temperatures began to rise steadily, mirroring the destructive aura radiating through those grotesque symbols of malice. Those the closest to him distance wise were perspiring, himself impervious to the effects. All that lingered was the next hunt itself.

 

[Ecchi Kunoichi]

Someone sat at the bar, a dark figure cloaked and hooded. A pale hand held a cup with dark colored alcohol inside it, lifting it to slip inside the hood and tip back for a sip. The looks of this person was that of a traveler, the cloak they wore appearing somewhat worn, but still sturdy. What could be see of their outfit were two black boots, black leather pants and a sort of skirt that was opened at the sides with thin flaps hanging down at the front and back. There was a dark leather vest over a dark tunic, and the cloak over that obscuring the view of much else. The shape of this person's legs, and their demeanor would suggest a female, but with that cloak in the way it was hard to tell.

Aluria sat quietly, listening to the sounds of the tavern, alert for anyone approaching her, or anyone new. Her hooded gaze turned toward the man that walked in, feeling the heat coming from him, even if he wasn't right next to her. She eyed the markings on him, and knew he must be a magi, someone she would want very much to avoid. Her gaze turns from him, not wanting to draw his attention by staring, and she lifts her cup to sip again.

Aluria had once been more than a simple cloaked traveler hiding out in a tavern, drinking the swill served in places like this. She had once been known, feared, worshiped.. in her home realm... the demon realm. She had been a queen, among the most powerful of her kind. But she had been drawn out of her realm, into this mortal realm by some magi summoner who thought he could control a greater demon like herself. He had been fatally mistaken about that, and now she was stranded here in the mortal realm. Oh once, she had walked freely, openly, and those who she came across cowered in fear, pleading and sniveling.. all the while she left destruction in her wake.

The magi began hunting her then, seeking to claim her and control her, use her for her power. At first they were mere pests, easily brushed aside, but her time away from her home, away from the demon realm from which her power came, had slowly drained away her power, leaving her weaker and weaker. Soon she found not only magi, but 'holy' crusaders, and bounty hunters all after her, and came to realize they were becoming more than she could handle. So now here she sits, cloaked, ragged from travel, hiding herself away from those who hunt her, appearing as no more than a mere mortal woman.

 

[Sanoci]

Impatience slowly festered to his core, already yearning to leave this vile tavern and continue his hunt for a magi favorite pet; demons. Admittedly there was satisfaction in possessing such immeasurable power, watching the primitives suffer without the spine to confront him in fear of retaliation. Lost in demented thoughts Murvoth did not realize the bartender placed the drink near him, beckoning the peculiar magi that his order was indeed fulfilled. Gulping down the sub par ale down his throat, he played oblivious to the negative looks that were tracing his muscular form. Malevolence was stereotypically applied to his kind, however, in this instance it wasn't necessarily unwarranted for something irregular was within the precise. Unlike most individuals he commanded great power through sealing a powerful demon straight into a rune, conjoining their energies together by the unethical surgical procedure through arcane means to become symbiotic to his human heart; thus forging a true abomination amongst even mages.

Exerting his mana, emanating intense heat waves from his body to gauge the people in the perimeter. Aluria was only a theory, concentrating his prior demon's enhanced senses to perhaps locate this presence. People began to succumb to the insufferable rise in temperature, slowly melting the ice and drenching practically everyone in sweat; evident through the vibrant glows of his arcane symbols. Interrogation seemed pointless for the moment, preferring some passive aggression methods to weed out particular people like fellow Magi, experienced warriors, or in his rare dealings, demons higher in hierarchy.

" No one leave, else you incur my wild suspicions and force me to get rough!"

 

[Ecchi Kunoichi]

Aluria sighed softly, having been looking forward to renting a room and having a comfortable bed to sleep in. The appearance of this magi dashed those hopes for her, as she wouldn't want to stay in this area too long with him around. She had just about finished the drink in her glass, and had been about to get up to leave, when she felt the heat in the room rising. It was enough to make even her sweat, though not nearly as much as most of the mortals in the room. She was even more eager to leave now, but heard the magi's words, frowning inside her hood.

She glances toward him again, looking him over as she wondered whether she could fend him off if she decided to leave anyway. She sighs softly, looking to the last bit of her drink. "Do you mind? It's sweltering hot in here, I can hardly stand it.." Not the sort of complaint a demon would normally make.. but she did want to come off as mortal after all. She then lifted her glass to sip away the last bit of her drink, making no other move than that.

 

[Sanoci]

This was definitely a surprise, someone audacious enough to confront him in the middle of his hunt. Thoroughly examining her in secret she was secreting sweat, already a plausible indication for the magi to possibly rule her out, yet not entirely. Their powers diminished over an extended period of time within their realm however, Murvoth would not dare try anything in public to test out his theories. Something was lurking here and he would discover who it was, one way or another. With malicious eyes trained onto the lovely stranger, he spoke with an ominous tone emitted through his vocals.


" Perhaps you should remove your clothing to prove your innocence. That is right everyone, this is an investigation into a possible demon looming in this tavern. Everyone who cooperates will have this little session over and myself gone sooner."

[ Small post I know ><]