Mephisto (Solo RP)

[Mephisto]

(Well, perhaps a surprise to some to see a sudden post by me, and especially a roleplay post. Figured it had been a long time, and I needed to get my creative juices flowing again with some RP. A little rusty after this long, but hopefully I'll get back in the mood, figured I'd start where I left off with the vampire RP)

~The Dark Return~

Nicolei's eyes opened slightly, the dim light of the room making it hard to see as he slowly gained consciousness, the smell of the room seemed different to him. Still trying to focus his eyes, Nicolei pushed himself upright using his arm as leverage, and reached for the edge of a nearby table to pull himself upright. Where the hell am I?, Nicolei thought to himself as he looked around what appeared to be a small wine cellar. The room contained a few wine racks, beer casks, and a single table in the center of the room. As Nicolei finally managed to pull himself upright, eyes still looking around the room; an envelope slid down his chest and landed upon the floor lightly. With his keen senses; upon hearing the envelope hit the floor, Nicolei looked down and spotted the envelope, picking it up with a quick swiping motion of his right hand. The envelope was bear, except a strange symbol of a raven done in wax upon the back. "Damn it all, official orders? Couldn't even give it to me by word? Wait until I'm passed out by the Blood Guards Rage Power, and ship me off to god knows where...Times are changing, I'll give them that", Nicolei stated into the dimness of the room before breaking the seal on the letter and pulling out the note to which Nicolei read to himself;

Lord Nicolei Selezen, you are hereby requested to investigate a most important matter for the council of elders. The place in question is an old monastery located twenty miles north of a town called Sariego. The monastery is said to be inhabited by several holy monks of the order of van helsing. Furthermore, a direct decendant of helsing himself is said to reside there. The council of elders would like this looked into, and her greatness would like this matter handled with utmost care. Slaughter them all Lord Selezen, and bring back the Helsing childs family ring as proof. May the dark veil you brother.

"Well I'll be damned...Sariego of all places, I suppose thats why they sent me to invetigate it, familiarity and all. To figure the order of Van Helsing would take up residence in the abandoned church of brotherhood in my own hometown...Blasphemy, I'll slaughter them all, and make them wish that was still a church", Nicolei stated outloud in anger as he walked up a stone stairway and exited through the wooden cellar door.

[Sparkles]

[woooooo, nice. And.... *glomps* Awesome to have you back, and your RP is as good as ever. So, is this gonna be a RP, Meph? Cause you can own it as it died and gots deaded <.<]

[Mephisto]

(*is glomped, and glomps back* It'll be a Solo RP for the time being, sort of like me just telling a story, that way I can get back into RP and eventually join one, or start up one of my own)

~The Dark Return~

As Nicolei stepped through the door of the cellar, he heard a loud gasp , and crashing of what sounded like a plate; his gaze glancing around the room only to find that he had walked into the middle of a bar setting of some unfamiliar tavern. A slim woman with wispy white hair had spotted him coming out of the wine cellar, and surprised; dropped her mug of ale upon the tavern floor, shattering it and spilling ale all over the front of the underside of the bar counter. "VAMPIRE! OH LORD! VAMPIRE!", she screamed while retreating backward away from Nicolei. Her screams caught the attention of everyone in the tavern, as a sudden uproar exploded, some patrons immediately rushing for the door, other more buff patrons who were obviously impaired reached for anything they could find as weaponry while nervously eyeballing Nicolei.

Leave it to the council to put me in the bottom of a cattle owned bar. Perhaps this is a suicide mission there sending me on after all. No matter, I've dealt with numbers before. Nicolei thought to himself, as he quickly grabbed a bar stool to his right and with a dead set accuracy, tossed it at the tavern door, lodging it between the doorknob and floor to the utter surprise of the patrons rushing to escape. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for my rude entrance into your establishment, I assure you it was not of my liking either. I would ask the seven gentlemen with mugs and other items to please put them down, and the three sneaking up behind me with chairs, to place those on the floor as well, unless you all wish to die tonight" Nicolei stated from between clenched teeth, his right hand slowly sliding under the side of his cloak and clenching the raveled up whip at his side; his thumb quickly flicking the latch off.

"Heathen!, Scum of the dark!, Blood Drinker! Don't let him speak, he will cast a spell upon you!" came a cry from one of the older gentlemen next to the now barred door. The old man seemed like he was at the end of his days, hair withering if not nearly all gone. His clothes were that of common street folk, raggedy and filled with holes. A quick motion from Nicolei's hand, and the hooked whip unraveled upon the floor in front of him, followed by another quick motion of his hand, which sent the whip reeling in an arch across the room, wrapping around the old mans neck. The hooks that were set into the whip, pierced the old mans neck, and held tight as Nicolei pulled the whip tightly; allowing no tension. The old man screamed in agony, his hands immediately shooting up to grab at the whip, only to have his hands cut into the hooks as well, which only caused more screaming.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, make no mistake that I do not appreciate lowly cattle speaking to me in such a rude manner. Let this be the first warning" Nicolei said while moving his hand around the whip, making it coil once around his wrist. There were screams from the mass of patrons as Nicolei gave a quick hard pull on the whip, severing the old mans head from his neck. The head hit the floor with a loud thunking sound, only to roll a bit and lay still next to the old woman who had originally dropped her mug. The eyes of the old mans head, looked up into the old womans eyes as if in disbelief of what had happened, his mouth opening and shutting as if gasping for air. Suddenly all movement stopped, and the body which had previously held the head fell to the ground, spurting a fountain of blood across the room.

"Now..who else wishes to speak?" Nicolei said from under the dim light of his hood, slowly re raveling the hooked whip back toward him, with a large grin upon his face.

Somewhere off in the distance, a sleeping child was awoken to sounds of blood curling screams echoing through the night.

[Mephisto]

Finally having re raveled the whip into a coil at his side, Nicolei glanced around the bar at the remaining patrons; everyone seemed to be on edge, with some of the woman in tears at the sight of the old man's end. The men on the other hand, seem to have taken an entirely different outlook, as more began grabbing things around the bar, clearly enraged by the death of the older gentlemen.

"So be it, I warned you what would happen, and you have chosen to be slaughtered like the cattle you are" Nicolei bellowed out loud so the full tavern crowd could hear.

Before Nicolei even finished speaking, the three men behind Nicolei that he had been watching through the reflection of the tavern window, rushed forward, bringing the chairs upward above there heads, and with every ounce of there strengths brought the chairs downward to where Nicolei was standing. In a quick motion, blurry to the untrained eye; Nicolei turned and grabbed hold of the closest chair leg coming at him, ripping it from the hands of the man holding it. With another quick motion that no-one seemed to catch, Nicolei using the weight of the chair; turned himself in a full circle with the chair held out in front of him, slamming the chair into the side of the mans head sending him flying sideways into the bar counter top and then over it. The man's hip made a sickening crunching sound as he slammed into the counter top before flying fully over it and into a cask which exploded upon the extreme weight of the man impacting upon it. Splinters and beer flew everywhere from the exploding cask, and the remains of the chair that was now nothing more than a chair leg in Nicolei's right hand.

Still facing the last two on comers, Nicolei quickly threw himself to one knee as the next man came at him, and then throwing all his weight upward into his arms, slammed the remaining chair leg upward and under the mans chin, puncturing through the mans underside of his throat and into the middle of his skull. The chair in the mans hands fell backward behind him, as he staggered a bit, and fell backward upon the chair; the chair itself impaling the man as it broke, a leg sticking through his chest as well as the leg in his throat.

No one had time to react to Nicolei's movements, his actions too quick due to his vampiric nature; or so even Nicolei thought as the remaining man's chair collided with his right shoulder; another explosion of wooden debree from a now broken chair. Hissing loudly in pain, and bearing his fangs for all to see as he threw his head back sending the hood of his cloak backward. Upon the sudden surge of pain through his right side, Nicolei entered into a state he hadn't entered into previously for many a decade. Veins pulsed in his neck, and as if blood vessels had popped in his eyes; the whiteness of them now turned a deep bloody red. A ravenous animal like growl emerged from deep in his throat echoing for miles to come at his old blood rage emerging. As if time had stopped altogether, Nicolei brought the palm of his hand upward into the mans chest, sending him flying backward and upward into a tavern beam; the room shaking at the sudden impact. Before the man even had time to be effected by gravity, Nicolei's legs pushed him off the ground, sending him straight up at the man; his hands coming outward as if inviting the man to give him a hug, followed by him quickly bringing them in to meet the sides of the mans head, holding him tightly in a grasp. A sickening popping sound emerged from Nicolei's jaw, as it unhinged much like a snake about to swallow its prey. Looking into the mans eyes; Nicolei quickly raised his head and plunged his fangs directly into the mans pupils, biting down and ripping a hole clean into the mans face, tearing his features away. A quick turn of his head and a spitting motion as gravity finally carried the two downward, sent the mans eyes, nose, and mouth all in one huge chunk splattering upon the tavern floor.

The tavern room suddenly looking like it had gotten a fresh coat of red paint, glistened in the candle light from all the blood that had been spilled. Nicolei now covered from head to toe in the mans blood, enraged further; reaching for the nearest man he grabbed him by the throat and crushed his airway, tossing him aside as the man clutched and clawed at his throat upon his side, only to suddenly go limp and look lifelessly forward. The rampage continued, people at this time all crowded the door, smashing into each other as one woman attempted to pull the chair out from under the doorknob. All the people slamming against her to get out, had a reverse effect; making it harder for her to remove it, until she was being suffocated from the weight pressing against her from the mob of patrons.

Grabbing the neck of the nearest mans clothing, Nicolei turned him to face Nicolei, drawing his arm backward he plunged his open hand straight into the mans mouth, grabbing hold tight of his teeth and underside of his jaw. A quick ripping motion, and the mans jaw completely tore away from his face, dropping yet another patron to the floor, and adding to the river of blood flowing through the tavern.

Screams and cries echoed through the night, as the patrons began clawing at each other, trying to be the first out the blocked door. One man threw himself through the tavern window to escape, only to impale himself on the glass as he landed outside the tavern, now laying limp in the cold winter snow which was suddenly stained red.

Grabbing another two patrons by there neck collars; Nicolei slammed them together, smashing there skulls against each other with massive force, before tossing them each backward and behind him; each lay in a heap upon the floor, the sides where there heads had met caved inward; a soft pinkish liquid pouring from the wound, along with large amounts of blood.

It was then that there was a loud explosion from behind the counter top of the bar, and Nicolei was thrown against the far wall of the tavern, slumping a bit and sliding down the wall. Turning his head weakly, Nicolei looked at the counter top at what appeared to be the bartender; a rather large balding man, with a apron strung around his fat belly, was holding a smoking shotgun. Judging by the impact, they had been slugs, and judging by the sudden chunk of flesh missing from Nicolei's side, his assumption was correct. The bartender aiming the gun again at Nicolei, fired off the remaining shell into his already wounded side, causing Nicolei to scream out in pain. Blinded by rage and the coursing pain shooting through him, Nicolei pushed off the wall, his speed greatly diminished, sending himself at the counter top where the bartender stood behind.

The bartender quickly loading another round, brought the gun up to point at Nicolei right as Nicolei reached him. Bringing his hand up under the barrel of the gun with force; Nicolei knocked the barrel backward into the bartenders face right as the trigger was pulled. The bartenders head was suddenly splattered upon the back wall, as Nicolei ferociously ripped flesh from the already headless bartender. More animal then man due to the blood rage; the bartender was nothing more than flying flesh and blood, and soon a mass of indistinguishable flesh upon the floor.

The woman who had been trying to dislodge the chair from the front door, finally pulled free the chair with the mob having been lessened. Throwing open the door with the help of the last three remaining patrons other than herself, they fled out into the snow; screaming in horror at what they had witnessed. A sudden thunking sound, and the screaming stopped as the patrons dropped suddenly to the snow, blood issuing from the cross bolt wounds to there faces.

Shadowy figures entered the blood soaked tavern, crossbows darting around the room looking for whatever caused the slaughter. Nicolei who was now gorging himself on the mass of flesh from the bartender, his tongue licking the blood soaked mess from the floor, was hidden behind the counter top, unaware of the sudden arrival...of the van helsing archers.