Death by Crimson(Open)

Shrouded in flames around his body he stood in the center of a torched crater around a torched land. He had long read hair that stood on end, shirtless with tattoo’s on his chest, and arms. He had long legs covered in bright red silk fashioned pants, which hanged with an inch around his leg. Holding them up was a gorgeous red sash tied very tightly in a strong knot. He hovered over the crater as he rose into the air on a platform of fire.

He saw a person approaching from the background through the smoke. He smiled evilly, and the fire platform dissipated as he flew forward with a stream of fire trailing him as he came closer to the being in the distance. He slammed into the ground in front of him sending a shower of flames everywhere. He looked up from the ground into the combatant’s eyes.

"Ello, names Crimson... How yea doing."

"What are you!?" He muttered quickly, but Crimson responded by shooting forward putting his hand through his throat lusting in his self-indulgence, and letting him slide to the ground dead he looked at the blood hanging on his finger tips.. As the traveler choked, and died, Crimson turned to a harsh voice speaking with a tone of self righteousness.

"You'll pay for that." He spoke sharply. Crimson replied with a wide grin, and laughed.

"ME? The Demi-god of Fire? Pay for the life of a mortal... HA you mortals are so foolish."

ooc: Weren't expecting to see me again, huh? ^_~

edit: just noticed that the challenger in your post was male... and mine obviously isn't. Hope you weren't just looking for a male contender.

"No, not for killing him," the mantled figure corrected, "but for not offering me a taste before you wasted him."

A glint of light found its way through the wavering smog as a slight zephyr swept away its concealment.

"Crimson huh? My favorite color..." She stepped forward into the blazing caldera, her opaline fangs occasionally caught by a chance ray of light, "The color of blood, fire... isn't it glorious?"

She declined her head a degree, the hood of her mantle tentatively sliding forward, an a sly, serpentine smirk curled her lips.

"Join me won't you?" She gestured her deathly pale hand forward as a shroud of black veiled it in its darkness. "Oh, and where are my manners," she said with a prevalent tone of sarcasism, "My name's Nyxus, an it will be a pleasure to taste of a god's blood, even if you're only a demigod."

ooc: Hell no


“Heh, my blood is fire.” Crimson spoke ever so softly, a flame kicked up in his eyes as pillar of fire stretched up from his body, and not a solid forced flame, but a flickering rising flame of pure heat, and as red as the garments he wore. He laughed even gently through the noise of the flame. It dissipated, and he dragged his thumbnail across his vain spilling his blood, and a fire busted from it. The Flame wrapped round his body like as if it were tying his Bond his body. The bright flame shot upward, and conjugated into a large sphere of fire, a lighting bolt struck it several times, and Crimson reached into the magma like fire, and pulled out a broad sword that shinned like newly forged steel. The Blade was till heated to the point that it’s redness was ten times greater then his hair. The Redness gathered into the center of the sword inside a vacant, jewel. The Fire above him was sucked into it like a vortex spinning like a tornado as Crimson turned the blade in his hands pointed at here neck.

“Meet the Gate Guardian. Taste my blood, it will burn you from the inside out, I dare you vampire, bite me, and die.” The Vampire gazed at him with innocent eyes, and frowned with a taste of sarcasm resting on her cold lips.

“I wouldn’t dare, not after such a display of your all mighty power.” Her frown lifted to a cocky grin, and she waved it through the air like the hand of deaths.

“You’d do better to bite your tongue.”

“Why bite mine when I can bite yours.”

The sadist backlash departed her lips with an underlying confidence. Nyxus' mantle ruffled forward by the wind as did the aura of dark energy cast about her hand. It quickly lashed forward like a snake, tauntingly stopping just before his face and swaying its head hypnotically for a moment before rearing its neck back condensating into the curved edge of her enchanted halberd. Its eyes immortalized by rubies and its fangs two jutting blades from its side.

"Hmm? Like it?" she asked with a mock-childish curiosity, poking him in the nose in time with her words. Her arrogance had been nurtured over the years by her lure of coy play for an easy winning of blood, but obviously he was not taken.

Her face grew stolid, emotionless but with a slight sense of intrigue by his resistance. Nyxus twirled the halberd back in her hand resting its blunt in the magma. She herself only hovered a few inches off its pyretic surface allowing the heat to lap at her body.

"Tell me, do you want it fast or slow?" she inquired, breaking the heat of intensity with a question that could be easily mistaken for something else. A bad habit inherited from years of Succubus-like atonace for her husband's homicide, her form of atoning that is. She quickly added, "Your death, do you want it fast or slow?"

"I don't think that concerns you. It's not gonna happen."

She shrugged it off, "Fine, slow it is then. That way I get to have more fun."

Rising the halberd above her head, she slowly began to evanesce from the molten caldera into the sky where darkness emulated from both her body and her enchanted weaponry. Her form was vague in its shadow but Crimson would see it all too clearly in the next instant.

The black aura expanded and fragmented into small black orbs no bigger than one's fist and magnetically soniced into the carter. They parted the smoke with their force revealing Crimson's unharmed body standing with an armed hand on hip, tossing one of the orbs to himself.

Nyxus pouted, "Aww, you're no fun," and slowly descended back to the creator but stopped midway and let her halberd swing, blade down, in time with a mouthed chant as the orbs radiated as blood-red as her rubies then flashed to white, exploding with its searing white-hot flames.

Though slightly more powerful than the standard red flame, Nyxus sensed him standing erect in the massive conflagration. This did not bother her, the beauty of her destruction and the dancing of the flames were enough to wash away any subconsious worry. There was her friend, her healer, her comforter. All there was were the flames, and she found peace in them.

Her shelter was quickly disrupted as she watched her flame die away into nothingness, she was astonished looking at Crimson she knew this was his doing. Crimson smiled weakly pulling the Gate Keeper over his shoulder. The Hard blade bounced against his solid flesh.

“That wasn’t to smart, I control the flame.” The GateKeeper caught flame, and burned bright as he lashed forward at her, pillars of flames erupted from the ground around them as pure volcanic force tore the ground apart…. This was becoming more, and more like a wasteland. Jumping, and spinning, the blade slammed into her halberd with such force that her body just couldn’t take it all. She hit the ground hard skidding through it creating a trench in her wake. Laying their she looked up at Crimson as he raised his hand towards her. She watched A another volcanic eruption. Like a geyser one after another shot up from the trench her body just dug. Closing in on her fallen body. With each explosion molten earth pierced the surface spraying crimson death into the air. She jumped, and shot herself back avoiding the attack. As she sent herself Air born backward her hands floating to her sides she didn’t notice Crimson blasting through the molten earth ramming his fist between her breast right smack on the chest. She instantly exhaled everything she had in her lungs, but vampires need not air. Lowering himself a bit Crimson let his leg tap the ground for a second as he kicked strait up his other hand following upwards as his balled fist smashed into her chin making a thunderous cracking noise. The Sound was like a sonic boom, and she was sent skyward as he body floated in the air for a second she began her decent crashing towards the earth below. She blinked a few times opening her eyes slowly she was falling through an array of dark grayish clouds. This gloomy day just seemed to be getting worse. Her eyes shot open as Crimson appeared in a flash stopping above her with his fist clamped around each other. They came down in a slamming motion. Just in time, she crossed her arms blocking the blow, but was now heading toward the ground at nearly mach speed. She took notice that he was no longer holding his sword, and somewhere between the uppercut, and the blow the chest she had dropped her weapon as well.