Unbridled Chaos; This Is Death (Beramode vs Riku)

“Riku Nightmare, former member of Havoc Enterprises a friend of the XETA and once apprentice of Vincent Fiorelli, what is a lout like you doing on this world?”

The voice that called out to Riku was dry with just a hint of sarcasm lending its weight to the words. It traveled the Wastelands with perfect clarity even though it came from more than a hundred yards away. There, if the sly young devil were to turn his head and look, he would Beramode Aurelius Pendragon sitting on a burnt out stump on his body slouched forward, his right elbow mounted against a knee and his left hand held out before him, a notebook no larger than his palm spread out between two fingers and manipulated by a thumb. The pages were a dry brown that spoke of age and weathering, guaranteed to contain every secret about Riku Nightmare that the King of Eternal Night had unearthed in his time.

And given Beramode’s tendency to fish for information there was likely quite a bit.

The outfit he wore was a tad different, dominated largely by an off-grey duster coat that fell to his knees and was held shut by a thick belt around the waist, the sleeves had been rolled up to expose his elbows which were clad in the same black carapace gauntlets with their clawed fingers he always wore. Beneath that his outfit was simple and rusting, a black shirt and dirty pants that tucked themselves into a pair of teethed boots. Over his shoulder was the massive blade whose name always seemed to change with the man’s mood, its two-handed hilt wrapped in leather and its pommel sporting a roving indigo eye, the grip spread out like a pair of smaller blades. But while the name changed the weapon itself stayed the same for it was a simple black slab of steel six feet long, perfectly smooth such that Riku could have shaved in the reflection, and though its aura was muted for the time being it was heavy too.

Beramode’s face as ever was too feminine to belong to the man he wore it. Currently his hair was held into a ponytail directly behind his head and it spilled down, long white hair ending in curled red tips that writhed like tentacles, and eyes hidden behind a pair of spectacles. There was a second presence there, vying for control over the body, and it was clearly seen behind his eyes. Also of note was the addition of a gorget that crawled up along his neck and eventually combined with a steel muzzle that jutted outwards, the two pieces of metal that comprised its build welded firmly together to appear not unlike jagged teeth.

Without so much as an explanation he kept talking, “And why are you slaughtering the good daemonic people of Thanatos? Were they demons before, no I don’t think so, and then I must assume it is your fault. You naughty boy you…”