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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 1:17:35 GMT -5
The demoness' brow furrowed, already growing tired of the mortal that dwelled inside the Mark I's armored body. She could see clearly now precisely why the creature chose to self mutilate whenever it was displeased with its actions. It wasn't trying to harm itself, the Mark I could easily adapt to basic forms of damage and self repair its injuries. It was this mortal within it that it was truly harming, and with good reason. Within their telepathic link, her raw emotions began to flood through the psychic bridge between minds. The demon's thoughts pressed against the mortal's through their shared mental tether. Her rage and irritation in the mortal began to pour forth, like a searing heat of burning emotion. Her telepathic voice began to speak more sharply, her words harsh and her tone fast growing curt. "Speak... clearly... Mortal!" She commanded, having little patience for this mongrel. "Johnny, do you ever speak clearly, formulating your thoughts before they pour out of your mouth like so much vomit? If you wish to die so badly, that can easy be arranged." The demon's tone turned malicious with that last sentence, her fanged smile and fiery ruby gaze appearing in the skies of Johnny's mind like a hellish Cheshire cat. She cackled malevolently, her laughter echoing through the mortal's mind. "Mark I? A monster? He is an unfeeling machine, incapable of sin or emotion. I have watched worlds burn. I call upon the ruinous dark powers of a realm that would shatter your feeble mind. There is only one monster here, though she prefers to be called a demon."With that Amatricina grew silent, listening as the mortal Johnny bickered with some unknown presence. Was it arguing with the Mark I again? She pondered to herself, though looking up the titan had barely moved from where it stood. It remained motionless, like a metallic statue as its artificial mind worked in unseen ways silently. The Johnny's tone changed as he began to speak again, becoming more confident, more sophisticated. Like it was not him speaking... like he had been possessed. Again the demon was vexed, what exactly was going on in this creature's head? She listened to the Pops being that spoke through Johnny's voice. "Haven't I killed you before?" Amatricina responded with dryly, remembering that to be the name of the Carambolis clone the Mark I had tried to appease her with inside his thoughts. "Do I have to do it again!?" Terrible waves of demonic psychic energy flooded into through the telepathic link, but Amatricina subsided after a few moments of inducing agony. There was no fun in harassing a machine, it couldn't feel pain. And the Johnny hadn't asked her if he truly wished to die yet. She would at least given him the chance to accept her offer first. "My honor will not haunt me if I fail, construct. The Mark I cannot so much as weave a simple spell on its own, it would never find the capability to open up a Dimensional Rift to my realm. Even if it did, what clan would believe it? What rivals would accept the word of a machine piloted by this spineless mortal."Amatricina paused, mulling over the Pops' words more carefully though. The being had sparked the fires of her avarice when it compelled her to send the Mark I to retrieve a mystical artifact. There was something in particular she had in mind. "I will consider your request." She added simply, before withdrawing from the Johnny's mind and closing off her telepathic link. The demoness sighed, standing back upright onto her feet and arching her back in a mighty stretch. "Mark I." She stated authoritatively to the titan as it stood before her silent as ever. "I have a preposition for you, should you be interested that is. It may help with your inability to properly conduct magic through your mechanical form..." Her voice trailed off as she waited for a response, tapping her right heel impatiently as she crossed her arms beneath her bust.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 28, 2018 15:34:38 GMT -5
She felt a conflicting wave of emotions pass through her as she spoke out MARK I's name. The emotions were not her own, clearly, but left over remnants of Johnathan's feelings as she severed the bridge and..another?
"Mark I." She stated and what struck her first was the Titan's eyes as they shined whilst it tilted it's head to meet with hers. Despite his nearly featureless frame, he seemed to convey the warmth of a hell hound who'd just listened to it's master's voice. Ears perked and tail wagging. This was excitement, eagerness, yet it wasn't submissive. It was aggressive and fierce in nature, not a subservient creature at all, still wild and hungry for blood.
Next were the all to familiar emotions of the mortal Johnathan, somehow closely linked to the first set. His was one of disappointment. Frustration and pain. Emotions Ama would surely revel in. The feelings of a mortal man.
When these two bands of emotions, like to different wavelengths touched each other they merged. Forming a loud ringing in her ears, which only she could sense as her body was attuned to the ways of a spirit. Rage ignited within both. MARK I and V3 as MARK I's consciousness to over. In internal battle of spirits was waged and ended within seconds as MARK I prevailed. Again the Titan's body did nothing to display what had occurred within him as he stepped towards Amatricina.
The different wavelengths now merged into one, and the man's ki and sensations were now indiscernible and undetectable from MARK I. She was unable to find the mortal's essence now, unable to directly establish a subtle link, assuming she would ever want to.
MARK I strolled up to her, taking a kneed so that the two may be closer to eye level. He nodded his head attentively as he seemed to attempt to speak a word.
"yYesss.." He seemed to try to say. His hand clutching into a fist, igniting into a magical flame, only for a second and then bursting into a controlled ball of magical power in his hands. For a moment it stabilized. Powerful and steady. The single, powerful wavelength of the two combined souls seeming to pour out of the flame like heat, which only she knew to look for.
It didn't last long. As the two spiritual energies seemed to split, the ball quickly flickered in and out of control until it began to explode. MARK I clutched it in his hands as it ignited. It was two late. The ball began to detonate, igniting everything within a small seven foot diameter. Though it would be of little consequence to the two figure at its center. MARK I's skin would surely have adapted to the heat long before the wave reached him and Amatricina surely being immune to it.
MARK I's expression remained the same. Though within him could be felt a slight wave of confusion and wrath. He didn't seem to understand it and then Numb. It went cold and dark again inside his heart. As if he had either gotten over it or the Demoness lost the his sense again.
W.C: 526/ T.W.C: 23,291 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2018 19:27:19 GMT -5
The demon furrowed her brow, something was transpiring within the armored titan. Her eyes narrowed, and she tried to sense the soul of the mortal Johnny. It was still present, but his mind was not. She tried to probe further, but it left an uncomfortable tinnitus within the demoness' mind, and she quickly decided the task was not worth the effort. At this stage the inner workings of the creature that loomed before her were too irritating to fully bother to discern. All that Amatricina cared for was that the Mark I was useful, in spite of its robotic machinations and multiple irritating personas. However it constantly found new ways to test the limits of her patience, and the Fire Demon had to time and again simmer her wrath when dealing with the titan. As the Mark I drew before her, it knelt. It was a surprising, and welcomed act of submission that brought a wry smile to the demon's lips. It spoke, in its 'true' voice for once. Amatricina still did not know if the Mark I was incapable of speech, if it was the mortal Johnny within the armored beast who could not speak, or if it was something else all together. Regardless, she preferred a vocal acquaintance to one that forced her to endlessly resort to psychic probings and divining the soul in order to gleam its true thoughts. "Good." Amatricina replied simply, eyes fixating on the magical flame in the creature's hand. It was a marked improvement, an apt display of raw magical power for a novice. But it lacked any element of control or finesse. A deft touch was needed when manipulating magic. The Earthling witch Lilith Nevermore displayed a greater mastery of magic than the Mark I would likely ever know, in spite of the former being markedly weaker physically. The more power employed, the harder the magic would become to control, something the titan failed to understand as it continued to recklessly charge headlong into Magic as if it were a chemical equation to solve. Amatricina sighed, watching the magic destabilize before her. She quickly threw up her Demonic Barrier, blocking the explosion as it engulfed the immediate area. Despite her durability, Amatricina did not needlessly enjoy taking damage. Especially damage sustained from reckless uncontrolled magic. As the Mark I said so eloquently, magic hurts. As the blast simmered down she dispelled her shield, the ground at her feet a small unscathed circle. "I am unimpressed." The demon said flatly, inspecting the damage caused by the blast. "You lack anything needed to properly manipulate magic beyond raw desire and mental fortitude. If you ever truly hope to come to grasp the nature of magic, you cannot do so without a clear mind. It is as I said, magic is the energy of the spirit. If your mind and soul are not in harmony, you will either be unable to summon magic, but able to control it. Or, you will be the reverse, able to to summon magic, but unable to control it. As you are now. You draw magic recklessly from the soul in sporadic bursts, but your mind lacks the clarity of thought to hope to wield it." As she spoke the demon crossed her arms beneath her ample bust. "My solution, at least temporarily, if that you need a magical focus. Something of a mystic nature that you can conduct magical energies through besides your body. It is a good deal more difficult to use your own body as a conduit, though often the end goal of any sufficiently practiced wielder of magic. The mortal which I met used a wand, and a crystal ball as a focus for varying forms of spells. You are a good deal larger and more powerful than she was, so I will need a sufficiently more powerful artifact to grant you the same results." Amatricina paused for effect, letting her words sink in. Her plans were naturally two steps ahead of what was needed. "However, you address a Demon Lord. My fortress upon my home world contains a massive archive of treasures collected by my clan over the millennia. I would be willing to part with a sufficiently powerful relic to better you in your mastery of the arcane." Amatricina's eyes flashed, and she placed a hand beneath the 'chin' of the Mark I, tilting its head to better meet her gaze. "As always though... I ask of you something in return. Something I believe you mechanical abilities may make you uniquely gifted to find." The demoness flashed a fanged smile, stepping back and summoning her newfound Destron Miasma to envelope her body like a noxious black cloud. Only her crimson glowing eyes visible beneath the nightmarish gas. "This marvelous Destron Gas is not the only thing on this isle I have taken an interest in. There is much, much hatred here. An anger and a malice centuries old, I can feel it in the rocks, in the trees, in the soil. You claimed there was a great battle here eons ago that included Super Saiyans, yes? I wish to know of their opponent, I wish to know of the being or beings who created this Destron Gas, because they also created something that wields the Power of Hate itself. I know not where this power might dwell, who or what wielded it, or where it was created. But I can sense it, the last flickering vestiges of it even centuries later. It is intoxicating, in a way you will never be able to comprehend. If you can seek out for me the source of that power, I will grant you a mighty artifact of legendary magical strength. Do you understand Mark I?" Amatricina stuck out her armored hand to shake, it poked through the miasma as tendrils of demonic gas wafted from her svelte limb. It was a universal gesture, that transcended time and space, race and culture. The handshake, an oath and a promise one and the same. "Do we have... a deal...?" The Demon Lord said slowly, smiling wide beneath her ebony shroud. Her fanged smile gleaming, giving her the appearance of a demonic Cheshire cat through her smoke. Her malevolence could be felt through the very air of the isle, like a wave of dread to those that felt it. The unsettling side effects of her unleashed ambitions.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 30, 2018 16:10:36 GMT -5
His eyes flashed with an eager light at the sensation of her touch. A soft flame seemed to ignite in his eyes as he stared into hers. MARK I felt soft submissive, like a cat ready to purr as it rubbed it's head on upon it's owner's limb to leave a scent.
Here there was little such display. Only a light in his eyes. Only a glimmer of the emotion fluttering in the air, brief yet potent.
V3 was disgusted as he felt MARK I begin to warm up. No one had ever touched the creature like that, he did not deserve it, even if she was just using him.
MARK I allowed his chin to be moved as their eyes meet. In his mind he took picture of her, a million frames per second. Recreated her look, her smell, her feel in his mind. He didn't know what to do, how to respond to this. He had not observed this behavior before, this was new. It occurred to him now that she thought him to be kneeling as a sign of submission. It was a mistake. He had done so for his own reasons. For a simple reason. One she seemed incapable of grasping or attributing to him. He wanted a better look at her..
Noting her response to his actions he began to adjust his algorithms, making a file for her and storing it in his mind palace, the grey mattered space in his head. He made a room for her in his mind, compartmentalized it and guarded its contents to the max. He himself was unsure of how to feel about this, about her, this was new ground. He would store it away for now. For now he would use this to his advantage, he would appeal to her ego. It was the most efficient thing to do.
."..If you can seek out for me the source of that power, I will grant you a mighty artifact of legendary magical strength. Do you understand Mark I?.."
MARK I took a moment to process in the second it took him to shake his head at her, his eyes unmoving like a haunted doll, seemingly unaffected by his head movement. He remained locked onto hers as he did so until eventually they flashed with lines of green code, filling his pupils upon a black backdrop.
The lines ran up, seemingly into his head for a couple of seconds before finally ending. The words. "search completed" Flashed over his pupils as he came to his feet.
Her smile would be the subject of even more pictures as he paused to save the image in his mind. Her lips the subject of much of his interest. It was disgusting feeling. An embarrassing feeling. The feelings of a weak, pathetic mammal, but just this once he allowed himself to experience it fully. He extended his hand. His impossibly long limb reaching across the space between them like a python. The fibers of his arms were sleek and shined as he made one perfectly smooth motion towards her arm with a machine like precision.
He grasp her hand, manipulating his own palms as he did so. His touch was soft and warm, like sitting over a campfire with dear friends, it was inviting. He had not expected such "amicable" terms to be reached, ever with anyone. He did not expect himself to ever find even a half acceptance yet here they were choosing to work together and all he had to do was take a single beating and go through one traumatic mental breakdown, perhaps two.
"...Deeaal.." The same voice from earlier said to her, sound slightly more like the demon he'd been speaking to than its original.
He took a step back and a hologram appeared of a library. It's location was unknown for the moment. A fantastically detailed floor plan and blueprint had been drawn up in a three dimensional model between them as the voice over of POPS played in the Background.
"Our Lady Amatricina, we have fond a detailed description of some guarded facility which seems to contain video evidence as well as information on the battle you have requested."
As he spoke the images displayed hundreds of methods to hack into, sneak into, of gain access to the facility without compromising the information they seek. This was not the problem however. The problem was determining its exact location as MARK I seemed to have trouble doing so.
"My master estimates that this location is on some kind of mobile unit within the north quadrant of space. We will be able to pinpoint this location within a month. Once we have done so than the chances of success are 99.99 percent. Our lady of avarice will have her prize. With your permission MARK I would like to request the ownership of one of your neighboring islands until that time is done. He will preside there until he has found this location. In the interim he wishes to try and gain a better understanding of...what exactly he needs to do to gain harmony with his soul.." Pops let out a soft chuckle as he continued.
"He would like to go "soul searching" If you will hehe." A allowed himself another chuckle.
A wave of dread spread throughout the island as the two shook hands, all of the creatures scurried away, even the predators fell back as MARK I's face seemed to breath in the aroma of fear and dread. It did nothing to. He loved it. Standing like an immovable obelisk before her, awaiting to be dismissed or commanded.
Awaiting to master the lessons he'd been taught. W.C: 949/ T.W.C: 24,240 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 19:54:09 GMT -5
Amatricina was momentarily taken back by the flash of light from the Mark I's eyes. Not that its eyes flashing was anything particularly noteworthy, it did so nearly constantly. It seemed to be one of the metal titan's only forms of body language since it lacked a proper face to convey emotions. She sensed something in the machine, something she did not think it capable of. The demon sensed the most virile of the seven deadly sins... she sensed Lust from the creature. The Demon Lord did nothing think the cold unfeeling shell of a machine could feel an emotion such as lust, and the sensation did not emanate from the mortal consciousness of the Johnny individual that dwelled within the Mark I. That presence had diminished, vanishing into somewhere deep within the metal amalgamation's mind, into a place Amatricina had neither the desire or the urge to search. She tired of the inner depths of the Mark I's thoughts, and had not even considered probing the mortal Johnny's. Amatricina did nothing to discourage the creature's odd lustful emotions, they served the demon's dark designs as good as any. She wanted submission and obedience from the creature, and if the false belief Amatricina would return any so-called affections the Mark I felt for her aided in that purpose, then so be it. The demoness smiled as her mechanical terror nodded in understanding. "Good." She said simply, thoughts already drifting what new discoveries the titan would reveal for her. When the Mark I reached out with its hand, Amatricina briefly considered recoiling from its touch. She deigned to be touched by other beings without her express permission. This applied doubly for the metal enigma of a creature that stood before her. However she was unwilling to invoke another wrath fueled incident, not when she was on the cusp of the armored brute offering its full assistance to her in her endless search for new treasures and relics. The lustful thoughts emanated from the Mark I did not cease as it took the demon's palm. She had her fill of it, and wanted to literally knock from sense into the creature. Seeing a machine so... enamored with her was, unsettling in its own way. It was unnatural, even by her eldritch standards. She smiled wide as the metallic voice rang out once more. Though her brow furrowed slightly as it attempted to incorporate her tone into its own. Amatricina mused she may need to slay this armored fool yet, if its affections grew too much into a wanton desire. Ruby eyes quickly fixated on the hologram displayed when the titan took a step back. She did not recognize the location, or what significance it held. Luckily she did not have to, as the artificial man servant of the titan began speaking to her once more. At least he was the most eloquent of the Mark I's band of merry minstrels. It made him more tolerable than the others. "That was rather fast..." The fire demon admitted, placing a hand on her delicate chin as she contemplated what she had seen and heard. "So you need a month to find this facility, and victory is all but certain once you do?" Amatricina repeated the statements, mostly talking to herself on the matter. "Good, I admire both the initiative and the confidence." She tittered as the Pops voice requested a second island, one for the Mark I to call its own. Amatricina nonchalantly waved a hand, as if ushering the creature away. "Yes fine, very well. I care little for this planet aside from this particular island. I only selected this spot originally due to its distance from Earthling civilization and the intoxicating Destron Gas effects. And the volcano of course, that mountain of fire reminds me of home." The demoness trailed off, letting out a soft sigh. Amatricina's eyes went wide as she emerged from the idle daydream talk of her island had slipped her into. "Of course, one more thing." The Demoness had a small epiphany, thinking of just the thing to help the creature in its 'soul' searching. She raised her hands, ebony lightning crackling between her finger tips as the Demoness pulled forth an object into reality with her dark magics. It appeared as a book, no, far too ancient and malicious for such a word. It was a Grimoire in the truest sense of the word, an ancient tomb of spells and incantations. The dark ritual completed, the text fell softly into the demon's open hands and she presented it to the Mark I. "Here, take this..." Amatricina said in a mix between a harsh demand and being genuinely affable. The tomb was pristine, within a leather bound spine, parchment pages, and a skull motif embossed on the cover. "A Cursed Tome, used by a shadow cult I slew some months ago. Sacrilegious zealots who fanatically paid for their worship of the False Demon King. They paid for their crimes in blood, and this tome belonged to their cult leader." Amatricina nonchalantly gestured with her free hand as she spoke, regaling her tale. "Well... not this particular tome, the original is locked safe within my royal archives deep within my fortress on Monsigneus. However, this is a flawless reproduction, birthed by my magics for you to have as a gift. You will find I am generous to my allies, and merciless to my enemies. It makes it easy to chose which is the preferable side." Amatricina's gaze briefly shifted into a glare, before softening again. "I cannot promise this tome will help, but it does contain many powerful magics for you to study and practice at your leisure. I would recommend the curses... they are quite debilitating. Most come at a price though, extracting a physical toll on your body in order to ravage an enemy. However, you show little regard for pain, a trait I assure will benefit you." Amatricina grinned devilishly, hands crackling with arcane power. "Who knows, you may even find some of the answers you are looking for within. Trapping souls and sealing spells are an ancient aspect of magic, including dark magic. Your own answers may lie there." With that the demon took a step back, grinning a Cheshire grin as she watched the titan awkwardly holding her tome aloft. "Any questions?"
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Post by MARK I on Dec 1, 2018 20:04:10 GMT -5
MARK I closely observed the Demon lord as she materialized a book from nothing. His eyes scanning every bit of the air between them every inch of the book before him. She hadn't spoken a single command, hadn't used a single focus, and to his knowledge she barely used any hand gestures yet she was able to summon a book from another place seemingly with a thought. It vexed him to see her cast spells and work the energies of her magic so freely when he could hardly produce a simple flame.
MARK I held the tome in a single large hand. He brought it up to his face as he inspected the spine from top to bottom. Opening his palm he allowed the book to open up before him. A soft dark light emanated from the tomb as he stared into it. Spirits began to fill in the corners of his iris, their sinister silhouettes seemed to stalk his soul at the very corners of his vision as the Automaton scan page to page.
It was an evil book, a dark book. A book filled with vile things, terrible thought, and the darkest of deeds, accompanied by illustration that would make a saint go mad.
But there was more to it. The book had a mind of it's own.
Many dark souls lingered there in between the pages. They spoke to MARK I in whispered words urging dark thoughts and tendencies. It was unclear if the words had any effect on the titan as he flipped one of the pages and then another and another and another until eventually he began to work at a furious pace.
The words turned from a hushed whisper into yells. Pained moans and groaning could be heard as the tomb penetrated his thoughts with the evil deeds and words upon its pages. Enough to make a man sick with madness.
The book was not meant to be read with such speed such vigor. For a moment MARK I's skin seemed to morph into scales as a deeper layer of muscle and bone began to boil. A deep green glow shone through him like a flickering light from a deep dark crevice beneath a bottomless ocean.
He finally slammed the book shut. Spirits of the dammed swirled within his eyes as the words in the book seemed to stop as soon as he shut the book. They were treacherous, wicked souls within that book. Souls Amatricina would always be able to reach out to. Pathetic souls of former rivals or would be suitors. They were loyal to her, in a sad pathetic kind of way and like a diseases they constantly tried to infect and devour anything or anyone they touched, sometimes at her command, sometimes if she willed them. Other times on their own accord.
MARK I had read it all. Everything, from page to page he had committed the book to memory and yet the words seemed to slip from his mind as he attempted to retrieve them. It was no use. These words, these spells, they could not be transposed into code or copied by his artificial mind. He would have to use the human brain, Johnathan's mind, fully, to memorize their passages.
MARK I's eyes narrowed with frustration as he seemed to rebuke the spirits from his mind, his sheer willpower alone sundering them into pieces as they attempted to destroy him, corrupt him from within. Had he experienced this early it may have been enough to overwhelm him but it seemed, to a certain extent, that he had improved.
"Any questions?"
MARK I's took a precise step back as he ignited his thrusters and shot up and out into the sky. He wobbled a bit to steady himself as he flew, implying the effects the book and spirits had on him were more severe than first met the eyes. She could not know truly what, if any effect it would have on the titan, not here, not now, but she did know this, there were less spirits now than before.
As he flew away spirits whispered sweet nothings into a the demoness' ears. Possible thoughts of lust, violence, and other details of the creatures thoughts.
He left a trail of smoke as he flew off into the horizon. Some of his skin seeming to peel off as he flew away. They reacted strangely when making contact with the natural soil, seemingly deteriorating as soon as they touched anything else. The voices grew still and silent as the titan flew away from from his new teacher, from The Demon of Bunbuku Island.
@amatricina W.C: 772/ T.W.C: 25,012
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2018 22:18:24 GMT -5
Amatricina watched silently as the titan read from her Cursed Tome. There were many things in her realm that drove mortals to madness, the strong willed cracking like eggs left as only gibbering wrecks shambling back and forth as they rocked in the fetal position. Even the hardest of minds shuddered and felt the creeping dread of the Demon Realm pick away at the edge of their thoughts. This tome was one such, paltry item. A grimoire of moderate magical ability, nightmarish both in its creation and its function. It would serve the Mark I well, of that the demon had no doubt. It was something he could study, read through over and over again with his mechanical mind. Process its information, study it keenly. There were enough lessons in that tome to turn even a lowly cult leader into a sorcerer of mild affinity. In the hands of a truly determined machine, it would do much more than that. The titan was not unphased by the magical text, its skin displaying clear signs of irritation as it tried and failed to adapt to the corrupting darkness of the tome. Amatricina merely smiled, pain was the first lesson many. Corruption could only be overcome through force of will, and many mortals lacked the willpower to deny the ruinous affliction of corruption. As the mechanical being closed the book shut, Amatricina could clearly see the Mark I was not wholly immune to the corrupting affects within. Good, it meant he was not near as vulnerable as he claimed to be. The spirits trapped within tried desperately to pull themselves to safety, to free themselves from their horrid confinement. The Demon Lord merely lifted a hand and clenched her fist, entangling them with demonic energy until they relented their efforts. The weak must be made to suffer at the hand of the strong. That was the oldest lesson of the Demon Realm, a lesson as old as their very home. In time, the Mark I may come to understand the true nature of the demons. If he did, he would unlock fel powers few mortals ever dreamed of. Should his mind prove capable of withstanding the ruinous nature of Dark Magic. The Mark I did not reply to Amatricina's questions, merely igniting its thrusters and flying off into the sky. Spirits tried to whisper into the Fire Demon's ear as she watched the growing trail of black smoke. They did not get far, soon rebuked as the demoness flared her aura. The Mark I had left, finally gone from her presence. It had been a mostly unpleasant affair, but at least there was promise of new, crueler powers to be gleamed form the dark corners of the mortal realm. Amatricina practically salivated at the thought of what the Mark I would uncover for her next. She felt out with her telepathy and ki senses, feeling the corrupting energy of the Cursed Tome. Good, she had a way to track the Mark I, and a target to home onto for subsequent dimensional rifts to his location. Pleased with herself, and the outcome of all things considered, Amatricina turned on her armored heels and began to walk back once more towards her burning mountain of fire. She had much to meditate on, and longed for solace once more. As she walked her newfound Destron Miasma emanated out from under her cloak, wrapping her curvaceous figure in a warm blanket of demonically enhanced smoke. The haze withered plants around it, despoiling the very ground around her feet as she walked. Already, the Demon of Bunbuku Island was enjoying her newest gift, all thanks to the efforts of the tireless Mark I.
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