Nov 11, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -6
Roami pushed a rather large leaf from her face, the piece of flora burning up upon contact with her hand. It was a rather cold afternoon, and only one thing was on her mind: revenge. She was still plagued by what she had learned, and her heart ached because of it. The former devil queen couldn’t phantom why any being, hell originated or not, would do such a thing to someone else’s child.
She recalled the painful moment when she found out about her daughter’s death, and the agony that followed. She doesn’t remember much, but she did remember burning down everything within sight. Deeply sighing, she pushed the memories back within her mind, and pressed forward. The only thing that mattered right now was honoring the memory of the fallen through blood.
Jumping over a lone puddle, she inhaled, blowing out a long stream of fire that turned everything in front of her to ash, allowing her to pass through the dense wilderness without the annoyance of large leaves. She had heard rumors of a group that was adept in figuring everything out about someone or something, and hoped this group could help her locate the ones that were responsible for the heinous act… or at the very least, their descendants. It didn’t matter to her. In her eyes, they shouldn’t even exist. They should have perished when she came back home. The last town she visited gave her a tip that the group could be found deep in the forest this afternoon.
A shadow loomed over her, the clouds above hiding the sun behind blankets of white, but this did nothing to quench the light that came from Roami. Today, she wore nothing at all, her likeness being covered by makeshift fire that circled around her like a dress. This was done on purpose, as she also heard rumors that the group she was pursuing was not lead by a friendly presence. She secretly hoped this leading presence was of royal descent, but if not, she was ready for a fight. Seconds turned into hours as her feet trveled the scorched path she made through the forest, her determination only growing. Each step brought her some level of pain, but she kept on. She at least had to make it to the area before the weather changed its mood.
Nearing the end of the cleared path, she was about to produce another before she felt a strong force pull her in one direction. Holding onto a nearby trunk, she blasted orange tinted fire from the soles of her feet, the flames aimed at whatever was pulling her around. To her surprise, she watched as the balls of fire were seemingly deflected, the spheres of heat being lost to the dense wilderness that surrounded her. Her feet began to bleed as she continued blasting fire, only for the flames to meet the same fate as the last. What, or who, was doing this?
Still pulling against the force that was attempting to drag her away, she again took in a deep breath, this time letting out a thick cloud of smoke around her. As she did, the force subsided. Noting that whatever that was doing this can’t do so if they can’t see her, she landed on the now smoke covered ground with a light thud. This time, she would be on the offensive. She commanded the smoke to expand as far as she could. Whoever was in the forest with her would have an extreme amount of difficulty seeing. Biting her tongue until blood was produced, she used the blood to mix with the smoke, igniting the vision-hindering smoke. Quickly, anything that touched the smoke was severely burned, leaving Roami unharmed and hidden, not bothered by the sudden change in temperature.
This was a technique she learned from a demon that used to call her a friend. It was a way for fire manipulators to both attack and defend themselves by hiding in the ash created by the mixture of smoke and fire… a technique that is extremely dangerous in confined areas, but could be used outside as well. Satisfied that she possibly took out her attacker, she let the smoke disperse, revealing the scorched trees and grass for yards on end. There was no possible way anything could have escaped unharmed. As she finished that thought, however, a figure emerged, walking through the embers around them. It was the figure of a very tall woman dressed in clothing that didn’t belong to this modern times, but what surprised Roami the most, was that this lady had not a single piece of ash or fire on her…
“Why hello there,” the woman said, smiling with a look that could only be matched by a jackal. “It seems like I have found the culprit behind all of this destruction.” Her speech was carefully put together, Roami noticed, and had no hint of hesitation. She watched as the woman, with hands crossed, inspected her, licking her lips in the process. Taking a few steps back, Roami prepared herself. Without a doubt in her mind, this was the individual that was pulling her earlier, and she was no push over… but neither was the devil queen. She gave no response to the woman's statement, instead leading with a question of her own.
“Who are you?” Roami asked, standing her ground as the tall woman walked closer. Their surroundings seemed to heat up in the duo’s presence as they spoke, something the devil took note of. She was no push over and she was fairly skilled in her own abilities.
“Madame Dolores Esmeree,” the woman replied, reaching for something behind her back. As she did this, Roami clapped her hands together and pulled them apart slowly, creating a whip of fire as blood dipped from her palms. “Oh my,” said Dolores, “What on heaven and earth and are planning to do with that?”
Wasn’t it obvious, Roami thought to herself. Reeling the fire whip back, it cracked and sizzled on the ground before she yanked it forward towards Dolores, only for the well dressed woman to side step out of the way with an even more sinister smile than the last. Stunned, Roami tried again to the same result. Dolores wagged her finger as Roami continued on, facing utter failure every single time, even when she tried to predict where Dolores would side step.
“How are you doing that?!” Roami yelled. Never before had she seen someone dodge her attacks so effortlessly, somehow avoid getting hit by an un-blockable technique, and pull her with such force as this woman did before. She was unfamiliar with only a few races of the world, and clearly, Dolores Esmeree belonged to one of the few. “How do you keep…” Before she could finish her sentence, Dolores revealed what was behind her back: a very long rifle of some sort… Roami, eyes now wide with concern, still stood her ground. A mere gun wouldn’t deter her from her goal. She began to heat her body up, preparing to make another smoke screen, before Dolores produced another fire arm in her other hand, both pointed at her. One gun was something she could deal with, but two in the hands of someone that could pull people with her mind? She may be in a bit of trouble.
With nothing but charred, open space around them, there was no hiding, and running was out of the question; Roami doubted her ability to make a smoke screen in time before the bullets hit her. Instead, she resorted to burning the woman as she fired the weapons, her hands turning a bright red color in preparation for this.
Dolores and Roami stood, both ready to unleash their attacks on one another under the relentless sun, who re-emerged from the blanket of clouds. Dolores stared at the devil with a hunger in her eyes; Roami could tell she wanted blood to be spilled, or at the least a life taken. There was only two ways this could end, and Roami was determined to be the one who walked away breathing.
She recalled the painful moment when she found out about her daughter’s death, and the agony that followed. She doesn’t remember much, but she did remember burning down everything within sight. Deeply sighing, she pushed the memories back within her mind, and pressed forward. The only thing that mattered right now was honoring the memory of the fallen through blood.
Jumping over a lone puddle, she inhaled, blowing out a long stream of fire that turned everything in front of her to ash, allowing her to pass through the dense wilderness without the annoyance of large leaves. She had heard rumors of a group that was adept in figuring everything out about someone or something, and hoped this group could help her locate the ones that were responsible for the heinous act… or at the very least, their descendants. It didn’t matter to her. In her eyes, they shouldn’t even exist. They should have perished when she came back home. The last town she visited gave her a tip that the group could be found deep in the forest this afternoon.
A shadow loomed over her, the clouds above hiding the sun behind blankets of white, but this did nothing to quench the light that came from Roami. Today, she wore nothing at all, her likeness being covered by makeshift fire that circled around her like a dress. This was done on purpose, as she also heard rumors that the group she was pursuing was not lead by a friendly presence. She secretly hoped this leading presence was of royal descent, but if not, she was ready for a fight. Seconds turned into hours as her feet trveled the scorched path she made through the forest, her determination only growing. Each step brought her some level of pain, but she kept on. She at least had to make it to the area before the weather changed its mood.
Nearing the end of the cleared path, she was about to produce another before she felt a strong force pull her in one direction. Holding onto a nearby trunk, she blasted orange tinted fire from the soles of her feet, the flames aimed at whatever was pulling her around. To her surprise, she watched as the balls of fire were seemingly deflected, the spheres of heat being lost to the dense wilderness that surrounded her. Her feet began to bleed as she continued blasting fire, only for the flames to meet the same fate as the last. What, or who, was doing this?
Still pulling against the force that was attempting to drag her away, she again took in a deep breath, this time letting out a thick cloud of smoke around her. As she did, the force subsided. Noting that whatever that was doing this can’t do so if they can’t see her, she landed on the now smoke covered ground with a light thud. This time, she would be on the offensive. She commanded the smoke to expand as far as she could. Whoever was in the forest with her would have an extreme amount of difficulty seeing. Biting her tongue until blood was produced, she used the blood to mix with the smoke, igniting the vision-hindering smoke. Quickly, anything that touched the smoke was severely burned, leaving Roami unharmed and hidden, not bothered by the sudden change in temperature.
This was a technique she learned from a demon that used to call her a friend. It was a way for fire manipulators to both attack and defend themselves by hiding in the ash created by the mixture of smoke and fire… a technique that is extremely dangerous in confined areas, but could be used outside as well. Satisfied that she possibly took out her attacker, she let the smoke disperse, revealing the scorched trees and grass for yards on end. There was no possible way anything could have escaped unharmed. As she finished that thought, however, a figure emerged, walking through the embers around them. It was the figure of a very tall woman dressed in clothing that didn’t belong to this modern times, but what surprised Roami the most, was that this lady had not a single piece of ash or fire on her…
“Why hello there,” the woman said, smiling with a look that could only be matched by a jackal. “It seems like I have found the culprit behind all of this destruction.” Her speech was carefully put together, Roami noticed, and had no hint of hesitation. She watched as the woman, with hands crossed, inspected her, licking her lips in the process. Taking a few steps back, Roami prepared herself. Without a doubt in her mind, this was the individual that was pulling her earlier, and she was no push over… but neither was the devil queen. She gave no response to the woman's statement, instead leading with a question of her own.
“Who are you?” Roami asked, standing her ground as the tall woman walked closer. Their surroundings seemed to heat up in the duo’s presence as they spoke, something the devil took note of. She was no push over and she was fairly skilled in her own abilities.
“Madame Dolores Esmeree,” the woman replied, reaching for something behind her back. As she did this, Roami clapped her hands together and pulled them apart slowly, creating a whip of fire as blood dipped from her palms. “Oh my,” said Dolores, “What on heaven and earth and are planning to do with that?”
Wasn’t it obvious, Roami thought to herself. Reeling the fire whip back, it cracked and sizzled on the ground before she yanked it forward towards Dolores, only for the well dressed woman to side step out of the way with an even more sinister smile than the last. Stunned, Roami tried again to the same result. Dolores wagged her finger as Roami continued on, facing utter failure every single time, even when she tried to predict where Dolores would side step.
“How are you doing that?!” Roami yelled. Never before had she seen someone dodge her attacks so effortlessly, somehow avoid getting hit by an un-blockable technique, and pull her with such force as this woman did before. She was unfamiliar with only a few races of the world, and clearly, Dolores Esmeree belonged to one of the few. “How do you keep…” Before she could finish her sentence, Dolores revealed what was behind her back: a very long rifle of some sort… Roami, eyes now wide with concern, still stood her ground. A mere gun wouldn’t deter her from her goal. She began to heat her body up, preparing to make another smoke screen, before Dolores produced another fire arm in her other hand, both pointed at her. One gun was something she could deal with, but two in the hands of someone that could pull people with her mind? She may be in a bit of trouble.
With nothing but charred, open space around them, there was no hiding, and running was out of the question; Roami doubted her ability to make a smoke screen in time before the bullets hit her. Instead, she resorted to burning the woman as she fired the weapons, her hands turning a bright red color in preparation for this.
Dolores and Roami stood, both ready to unleash their attacks on one another under the relentless sun, who re-emerged from the blanket of clouds. Dolores stared at the devil with a hunger in her eyes; Roami could tell she wanted blood to be spilled, or at the least a life taken. There was only two ways this could end, and Roami was determined to be the one who walked away breathing.
End of Part One.
