The fierce deity.

[Anansi]

Anansi the Elder was a god, and was not a god, and this particular day found him in the temperament that most being thought used to describe a wrathful deity. The arch-demon sat back on a solid black marble throne, in a room shaped from the same marble.Rarely he came to this part of his domain, and now he had found that his palace had been abandoned. Before him chattered away a small fairy, its translucent wings fluttered to keep it afloat as it stared to the ground shaking visibly. His hands clenched and unclenched every few seconds that he sat listening to the messenger telling him of an invader to his land having been spotted. He knew it wasn't the small creature's fault, it was relaying a message but his lips pressed together firmly to the point his mouth became more like a slash across his face as he bit them. His fiery red eyes gave off a glow that made known his ethereal nature almost as much as his dully luminescent chalk pale skin and red hair that seemed to shift and billow without wind in the large chamber. The glow from his eyes and skin were all that lit the room, his body glowing brighter as his rage grew. Leaning forward he growled and stood, his hand slashed across the air before him and a deep black cloth wrapped about his waist to cover his manhood and backside as he stepped down. Walking past the creature that had brought him the news he didn't even look at it.

"My lord" croaked the small fairy weakly. "Do I get some sort of...reward?" It asked piteously. Turning on his heel and looking directly at the creature Anansi reached outwards. His lithe body didn't particularly give the impression of a particularly strong creature. A well toned body but not one of particularly large size, it barely stood at six feet, his shoulders covered by deep red locks of hair that hung to his waist. Beneath, revealed as his hair shifted the one thing marring his almost translucent skin.A deep red mark, it looked like a rash as it was a slightly different texture from the rest of his skin in the shape of a spider. "Your reward would have been your life." He replied as his fingers grasped the fairy's form between thumb and middle finger, and with a flick and snap the body was split in two and cast aside before he turned and walked towards the slightly parted door toward a glimmer of light far down a long hall way on the other side.

 

[H a r r i e t]

It wasn't mere chance that had caused the female demon to trespass on another's territory. Her adventurous greed got the best of her, and where there was danger to be in, Maxx was sure to find rather quickly. The female shell demon, looking more human than anything else, walked casually along the stone path, her eyes shifting from side to side, checking her surroundings. She could smell that this land was already owned, driving her every step forward. Bare hands laid at her sides, arms swinging with each step, nothing on her skin but the rag tied around her right wrist. Her white sleeveless shirt would carry with the wind whenever it decided to blow her way, lifting the material against her stomach before settling, dark locks of shaggy hair pushing into her eyes and across her forehead. The wind didn't break her scouting, however. Maxx was too smart to let simple things bother her, especially not when she was being as daring as throwing herself into a bad situation.

There wasn't a doubt in her mind that told her she was freely walking. Someone was watching her, someone she couldn't pick up yet. The nameless eyes didn't bother her, however. It only spiked her adventurous adrenaline. Knowing that someone was keeping a close eye on her as she pushed forward, growing closer and closer to confronting the demon who claimed the land she was stepping on. Digging the hell of her left leather boot into the stone, she twisted until she heard the stone crack and wither under her strength. Smirking to herself, a small chuckle pushing from the back of her throat, she continued on.

It wasn't long before she approached a large structure. Narrowing her eyes, tilting her head with amusement, the female let a small 'hmph' escape her slightly parted lips. Stopping, legs parted in a strong stance, she lifted both hands to cup around her mouth. With a wide, cocky smile, she arched her back, knowing it would help escalate her voice. "C'mon, coward! I smelt your spies miles ago, where are you!?" Dropping her hands, allowing them to lazily graze her cut off shorts, her back straightened, eyes steady on looking for any sign of movement.

 

[Anansi]

The deep black palace before her rumbled before it extended to the ground as it eventually began coming in pulses. Heavy iron doors were being pushed aside like nothing one by one at a speed that the realm wasn't used to. The ripple of the air itself began to emanate from the place giving off large waves of dust and debris before the final door came open. Even in the sunlight he gleamed like a mirror left face up at noon. His eyes burned brightly, like two fiery red stars on his pale skin as they narrowed on her. Deep within two titanium irises stared at her from a face that was now a mask of serenity. If she could actually bare to look at him she would see an older looking face than it should have been. His flesh was smooth, looking more like gleaming white marble now that it wasn't providing its own light. His jawline was definitely masculine but with a soft hint of a feminine curve to it. His high cheek bones and naturally plump carnelian pink lips gave his face the look almost more to that of a porcelain doll than of a living creature. His chest didn't rise or fall, he simply stood before her naked but for the black cloth from the bottom of his pubis just barely covering his manhood to just above his knee.

His expression didn't change as he began to stride toward her. He didn't show any real emotion his eyes just kept a constant stare, no blinking, not even a hesitation or acceleration of movement. His fingers now were simply hanging at his sides as he walked open and unafraid toward her. Stopping at a hundred feet away he spoke in a cold clear voice. "Leave." He simply said to her in a flat yet dulcet voice. It was a simple word, curt and to the point. As he spoke however the land about them began to crack, and slowly it trailed outward. "This..is my land." He added, as though to remind her. This was his, and his base of power, it would take either the truly bold or truly foolish to assume that they could best him.

It was his fault really he presumed, after his nephew had been born he put all of his time into the boy and two centuries later he was not as feared as he once was. He wouldn't be surprised if the young woman didn't even know who he was as he surely did not know who she was, and didn't care to find out.

 

[H a r r i e t]

At first, Maxx was obviously taken off guard by the pulses of wind. It wasn't usual that she experienced a demon with the capacity to manipulate such a thing. As it grew in strength, her arms raised and crossed in front of her face, heels digging into the ground, knees arching, just to keep herself from toppling over. She ignored the loose rocks and rubble streaming towards her, knowing that they didn't have enough strength behind her to even start to slow her down. Her main focus was keeping her balance, and blocking any unexpected attack after the wind had died down. It wasn't long until the main door was opened, and the wind was ceasing. For a moment, she thought there was a mirror being placed within the arches of the door to make her sight harder. It wasn't until she peeked through parted fingers that she came to the realization that her opponent was the source of the light. Squinting, even with using her palm as a small shield for her eyes, Maxx fought the urge to turn her back and rub at her eyelids.

It was painful, to keep looking at the demon before her, but she bit her inner lip and kept her ground. Even as he moved towards her, she kept her stance, her arms lowering defensively, watching his movements carefully, waiting for some kind of strike. Luckily, her eyes were growing used to how much his skin reflected the light, though not as quickly as she would have liked. Even through the haze, she could make out his attire, and instantly bit back a snarky comment. She had already gotten his attention, and he was no doubt already furious, there was no need to egg him on any more. For now. "Leave." Narrowing her eyes, hearing the earth start to crack before she saw or felt it, Maxx steadied her foot, straightening her knees. "This..is my land." Despite the fact that his very voice was causing the ground to appear to split and cave in one itself, Maxx lifted her chin, a wide grin exposing white fangs. "Impressive, Gramps. I half expected you to bellow out all this bullshit about your territory, but instead you give me such a short and sweet warning."

Tilting her head to the side, in a much prideful way, the human-appearing female took off. Her legs carried her much faster than a human being could ever dream of getting, her hair whipping past her cheeks, her arms loosely flowing behind her as she ran. With each step, she started to seek for some kind of leverage she could use against him. He didn't look all that big, but his size did give him an upper hand compared to her smaller frame, not that Maxx was worried. Jumping a thin crack without the earth's surface, Maxx landed on the bottoms of her boots and jerked the rest of her body, causing her to slide to a sullen stop. Now less than twenty feet between them, Maxx sized him up properly, eyes dangling on his lack of attire, before trying to find some kind of weak spot in his figure. The way his skin was glowing made it harder to see any kind of advantage she could have, and it caused a much more difficult debate on her hands. "You wouldn't happen to have a dial to turn down the contrast, would you?"

Her comment, though rather snarky, had been said in a serious voice. And, just like that, her figure had disappeared, reappearing behind him. The point of getting behind him wasn't to try and bother attacking him, already knowing that she wouldn't get very far. Her eyes roamed quickly as she took a step back out of arms length, searching for something, anything- There! Her dark eyes caught a glimpse of something along his back, a marking of some sort. Pleased, she smiled to herself, and took a defensive stance. "Well then, big boy. You're not gunna make me dance all by myself, are you?" Raising her hands, fingers extended, her smile grew as her nails started to grow, sharply pointed at the ends, turning into claws. "Lets see what kind of footwork you can mange."

 

[Anansi]

He was old, very old, older than the area they stood in, when he had come here years before it had all been ocean front before the grounds were changed. He did not need to prove anything to the likes of her and standing his eyes took her in, they gave a brief cursory glance over her before his skin began to fade slightly. He looked her over and saw her youth through the sort of skin she wore. She simply didn't know better, and now that she had refused to leave he would teach her better. He gave a brief smirk, his lips turning up just a quarter of an inch at the corners at the fact that she couldn't even look at him directly without her eyes hurting her proving she was sight based yet couldn't control which spectrum she saw him in. "Look girl, there is no reason to continue this." He said softly to her, it was still dulcet, and rang almost like a small harmony when he spoke but it was still a curt tone of voice. "Just..walk away..while you can still walk." He finished, with a grim finality to it. There was no hint of jest or boast in his voice, it was a cold factual possibility as he stated it.

"I do not mince words." He simply said as he watched her reactions, saw the bitten lip and the positioning followed by her exposing her fangs. She was slightly fearful, all that kept her from running was her pride and foolish belief maybe she could win. He could see it in her and though he knew it would likely be best just to crush her absolutely he wanted to give her a bit of a chance, and to savor that moment she thought victory was possible before absolutely shattering it and blasting its remains to oblivion. The ground continued to crack and slip outward the pattern still like that of a large spiderweb and he stood in the very center. He was surprised she simply rushed in without considering what the pattern on the ground was. Lifting his right hand a slow arc gleamed behind her as she leaped close to him and began to creep inward. Flashes gleamed along a line leading in a long arc back to his hand. "You are quite young aren't you to believe you can challenge one as old as I in my own domain."

His skin was now only slightly bright, its usuall color and luminesence as he stood there and twitched his other hand and various other long arcs gleamed behind her. Then he began to move his hands in a slow circle and various small flashes of light came close to them. They were behind her where she stood but behind himself as well. It was like seeing a strand of silver hair briefly gleaming in the sunlight before vanishing. She got behind him, and as she did she'd likely feel something brush across her cheek and arms for a quick moment before the items went slack. "I don't think I'll need footwork, you won't touch me." He simply said before he pushed forward and away from before before swinging his arms about and spinning on his right heel as he lifted his left foot and then yanked his hands towards himself. It kicked up a bit of dust about them, and soon after her brought his foot down suddenly and a large cloud of dust shot up about them obscuring both from view.

"Now" Said his voice in the brown haze that surrounded them, it rumbled the air slightly, and flashes of light came here and there arching through the air on occasion as he spoke his voice wavering slightly. "Let me tell you one of the stories of Anansi...the god of Cunning." He said simply. "Once upon a time...Anansi ran across a girl who dared to challenge him on his own ground. He didn't want to kill her, but an example had to be made....stop me if you've heard this one before." His voice said before a laugh came, it was a cold and mirthless laugh that rang clear through the area. " What better example could be made than to cut her into thousands of small pieces and scatter them throughout the area...and do you know how he would do it?" He asked, letting the question hang in the air.