dear_mun | Very nervously voice-testing Isaac.

Sorry to say but they are the ones with the power here.

[Though he didn't like the sexism at all. He would have to put this demon in his place.]

[He eyes the fellow critically for a moment before snorting.]

Hah! She knows not the meaning of true power! [And then, a shadow passes over his brow, his eyes narrowing.] ...Do not equate me with any lowly human. But a small surge of demonic energy I can generate in battle with the others will be more than enough to break this seal. Oh... and then, that little mind of hers will be... obliterated. [A smile that shows the teeth, his voice dripping venom and sarcasm.] ...What a pity.

You're no better than any human. Actually I know a human woman that has learned lessons far beyond your understanding.

[He wouldn't do anything paranormal just yet. He wanted to see this guy try and fail to hurt him.]

Oh~? [Isaac daintily rests the fingers of his gloved hand over his chest, pantomining hurt feelings.] And, pray tell, what would these most enlightening lessons be, hm...? How to weaken a man? [The last part is said with a thinly veiled disgust as he thought of Hector and his beloved Rosaly... Of course, she was no longer an issue.]

No. [Though she was pretty good with a shotgun if that counted.]

Humbleness and the understanding of equality.

((OOC: I hope it's okay that Karl here when he's at full strength is a tad on the meta side. Considering this is just dear_mun))

Hah - equality!! [He spits out the word like a hot piece of food, his eyes narrowing bitterly.] Pure drivel is what it is! Such a thing does not exist among humans!

((ooc: Sure! While I'm here, I neglected to mention that this jerk of mine is actually human, but feels all important because he serves Dracula and has mastered a particular dark art. Pfff. XD))

Oh it does. Just not in disgusting people like you.

[He couldn't help but find some irony in this. A human that called himself a devil fighting a human that called himself an angel. However Karl was stronger than Isaac and he knew it.]

You believe yourself to be stronger than me, right?

((OOC: fun, might drag out my vampire at some point then.))

[Another snort.]Hmph! ['Believe??' A hard, vicious smile plays his lips, but it doesn't linger on his face. He levels a glare on the stranger.]

If it is your desire to suffer and die, I will gladly grant you this request! ...Abel; come forth!!

[A wisp seemingly flows outward from behind him - and the tortured soul bound to its creator soon materializes into a humanoid devil with feathery, black wings, two sets of eyes, and a hide that gleams silver.]

[Karl is surprised at first but then he looks amused.]

My pulling out something like this before you've even seen what I can do? Fine then.

[While he felt quick disgusting doing this it was worth doing. With a deep purple glow to his eyes he would focus his power. This would compel Isaac to say "Abel, leave." Much in a way vampire mythos says Dracula can do actually, though that was just a coincidence.]

[Isaac is on the verge of shouting a command when his mind is seemingly hijacked - - and suddenly Abel, whom is in 'autopilot' and about to dive at Karl, is called back. Abel; leave! [The Devil hesitates, and then dissolves.]

[He really didn't like doing that but this way no one would have to hurt each other. Isaac was free to move and talk as he pleased again without Karl trying to force him to say something.]

By the way, trying to attack me head-on will have no better results.

What?! [His lips peel back into a savage grimace at such 'trickery'.] ...I will rip you to pieces!!

[It is from hammerspace that Isaac, like many video game characters, retrieves his beloved spear. Leveling the bloodied point with the stranger, Isaac then rushes at him.]

Wow I even warned you this time.

[With another glow to his eyes the spear would rather suddenly dismantle in his hands. A crackle of blue electricity coming off it.]

Please don't try to attack me with your fists or I will have to hurt you to stop you.

No way! [A growl of frustration escapes him as his spear falls apart in his hands, heavy chunks of metal scattering over the floor. Dammit - and it had been a trouble to acquire the proper materials to forge it.]

Balaur! [He roars, his chest heaving with barely-suppressed rage. A small, black-scaled dragon is summoned, wisps of smoke coiling from its nostrils.

Isaac thrusts his finger out, his eyes wide and shining with manic energy. Like hell he would let some man make a fool of him!] Kill!! [But he refuses to stand still and wait for the dragon to attack independently - with his right hand open, fingers clawed, he then lunges at Karl with the intention of seizing him by the throat.]

I can make you say whatever I want and you still think you've got a chance? Fine I'll do the bloody brute force things.

[Rather suddenly both the dragon and Isaac would feel a pressure growing against them pushing them back.]

I stopped the rain you two aren't exactly that difficult.

[And one final pressure would push them both back.]

You're not even really a demon, you can just bind and summon things.

[He grits his teeth, unable to resist the force pushing against him; his feet slide across the floor. And then all at once, he gives a sharp, cold laugh, his lips pulling into a fierce grin.]

Expendable creatures, they are, as easily created by my hand as they are destroyed!

[Beating its leathery wings furiously, Balaur fights to break through the invisible wall pressing against them.]

A devil--...?!

[Lisa stops when she recalls where she's heard that before. With all the time she spent in the castle's library, she was able to read about those particular powers on multiple occasions. Of course, the only way this young man could have undergone such training would be alongside a very powerful teacher. One whose dark power already rivaled that of Death.

Her stomach turns when the pieces fit together and the weight of the realization nearly makes her legs give out beneath her. It's everything she'd been most afraid of -- not only had her death spurred Dracula's hatred for humans, but he was actively turning them against one another and spreading darkness throughout Wallachia.]

...that can't be.

[He crosses his legs, a cool, delighted smile playing his lips.]

Oh, but it is~.

[A woman. Condescension shoots up to 11. He looks her over with disinterest, although he has to admit that it does his heart good to see someone react so strongly to his presence. This is a face he doesn't recognize, alas, although the more he looks, the more she reminds him of that arrogant, broody whelp, Alucard. The traitorous son of his Lord Dracula, he mused grimly.

Ah, but he would never leave his dear master. No - he would continue be a better servant than Hector ever was, and Dracula would one day ~~properly~~ recognize his fierce devotion.]

[For a short while, she seems bewildered and distraught; lost in her thoughts. She knew what her husband was when they married and she knew how vengeful he could be if he was crossed, but this...this was unprecedented.

When Isaac speaks, her gaze turns toward him. Confusion continues to reside in her expression as she speaks.]

You...you're lying.

[The moment the words leave her, she finds an unparalleled conviction. As her consciousness becomes saturated with the idea that the person she loved so wholly could be so destructive, she finds herself shaking. The expression in her eyes has shifted seamlessly from confusion to outrage and anger.]

You're lying!!

[Her voice raises in volume, a faint inkling of moisture lining her eyes.]

There is only one person that could have granted you such power, and he would never do such a thing! Vlad is a noble man, who knows the value of humanity! How dare you make such claims!

[Absurd as those words would sound to anyone, those that were close to the Dark Lord would know that there was a time where that was true. There were always rumors about the evil that resided inside the dark castle on the outskirts of Wallachia, but there was never any proof. Before he met Lisa, Dracula kept largely to himself and if he had to feed, he did so discreetly. After they married, she found more humane ways to make sure that he was nourished and that the nearby villagers remained unscathed. Though he made no secret of the fact that he held a blatant distaste for most humans, he hadn't gone out of his way to harm them.

During their time together, he had even praised her human heart and confided in her that she should always treasure it. She knew that at his most vulnerable, he regretted the decision that he made, despite the power it had granted him. Because of that, she couldn't believe that he would willingly place a curse that strong on one of her kind, unless the Chaos that controlled the castle had begun to consume him.

The thought was so abhorrent that she refused to linger on it longer than the instant it took to form in her consciousness.]

[He studies the play of expressions on her face with increasing interest, drinking in her suffering - but when she begins to shout at him, to suggest she knew far more than himself, a shadow passes over his brow, his lips twitching with the beginnings of an ugly, inhuman snarl.

In a brief moment of lucid thought before his wild, fierce temper takes hold, he wonders just WHO this woman who so vehemently defends Dracula's capacity for kindness and sympathy - he knows only of one who would fit this description, and she had died long ago.]

The value of humanity? [Isaac tosses back his head, an unhinged, mirthless laugh rising from deep within him - and he circles her like a wolf intrigued by a new scent on its territory, heels clacking, his steps deliberate, stalking. ] Think, for an instant, of the kind, compassionate humans who burned Lord Dracula's woman at the stake. He was... so... very upset.

[He stops in front of her suddenly, almost quivering with the sheer amount of raw, violent energy surging through him. But just as he is about to snatch at her throat and squeeze it hard, some strong, nagging feeling - his better judgment, perhaps - intervenes, miraculously managing to still his hand. He shouldn't touch her... and he can't understand why. His blood bubbles hot, his eyes glowing with his malicious intent he can't act upon.]

Mercy. Sympathy. Love. [The words drip from his lips like some foul poison. All are but forms of weaknesses. [His smile broadens, a tight, vicious smile.] ...His own words. [He's lying just a little, of course, but can we always expect honesty from Isaac?]

Edited 2012-01-25 21:17 (UTC)

Very nervously voice-testing Isaac.

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Found this place late, but I wanted to let you know that you are awesome!

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