The Assault (NO VACANCY)

As anyone neared the portal, a copy of them appeared on the otherside of central park; Lined up with the portal. It was unclear weather it was an effect of the portal or scorcher's dark magic. portal effect or not Macie's copy charged at the other side of the portal with the same movement speed and style. Chara's Copy also landed near Lust's copy and said the same dialouge.

"Good, you're here," Lust said, more to herself than Chara, seeinag as she was still a way away. Not! she thought, I never liked you... But she was too preoccupied to think about her dislike for the Sin of Gluttony.

"Watch your left, lust, you're always less careful on that side," Said an aggravating voice in the back of her head. Her own voice, but still annoying.

"shut up," She grumbled incoherently, but she checked her left, looking for rogue demons who'd been driven mad by blood-lust, and for heroes trying to save their precious world. Neither seemed to be near her, this close to the portal you often found saner demons.

"Chara!" Lust yelled over the screams of delight and terror. Her instincts made her take in all the sounds, and her teeth showed in a wolf smile as the sounds of gleeful cackles and dyeing gasps filtered through the din. Violence was her element, as with most demons, though she preferred stealth to brute force. It couldn't be helped, she supposed, the royals wanted a sudden, quick takeover. "Chara Zenova! Help me with this damn portal, you morbid, bloodthirsty bat!"

Nightkill came near Lust and Gluttony. He sighed. "Two deadly sins?" he groaned. "This will be difficult." he said, looking at them.

"I don't want any trouble, I simply want to shut down that portal." he said, looking past them at the reflections. He'd deal with that situation soon. He held his hand and sword up. "Let me shut the portal down. Last time I'll ask politely, ladies."

Nightkill shrugged. "It's your funeral." he said, tightening his grip on his sword. Around this time, dozens of Nightkill's experiments appeared, and took on the nearby demons.

It was Nightkill vs the two sins.

He charged an energy blast in one arm, while moving toward them, and ready to chop their heads off. He swore mentally, wishing he had a gas mask. He heard one of the sins used smells as a weapon.

"mmhhmmm..." Lust replied sarcastically. "I am not the one who will have their guts splayed out on the ground this day." She drew her sword, smiling cruelly and moving to meet nightkill's charge. "I think, rather, it is you."

But rather than swiping at Nightkill, she dodged to the side and began to put her special technique to use. The scent of roses seemed to resonate from her, but not roses. It was the smell of love, however someone imagined that to be, whether it was salt, sweat, or another scent. It was in the air now, and even demons faltered a bit, looking to the source of the smell, lust, who was radiating it like the sun radiates heat.

"Still got that fight in you, love? Come now, you don't want tuo hurt me, do you?" Lust could see that she was attracting the attention of heroes as well as demons. She hissed slightly and lessend the power of her pheramonal ((is that a word??)) attack. A few Demons, still distracted, found themselves suddenly on the ground, blood gushing out in some areas. "Hmm, yes, you don't want to hurt me..."

Nightkill struggled, trying to resist. The reason he even had a slight amount of control right now was because he was part-robot. The rest of him was largely weakened. He loosened his grip on his sword, but fired his blast at Gluttony and Lust.

(Short post, I'm busy)

Sul-Fury wasn't immune to the effect either. The pheromone pulse seemed to effect a radius, as it had a toll on the demons around, Nightkill, and himself as well. His character hadn't developed any psychological defense against attacks of this or many other sorts. Soon, he'd become mesmerized by Lust and let his guard down for a few moments. Nightkill's attack startled Sul-Fury but he hadn't come to a definitive mental state, so he stood there phased.

Lust dodged, swearing, and pulling Chara with her. The Gluttonous demon was immune to Lust's powers, but not to the scent of blood, apparently.

"Wake yourself, up, girl!" Lust yelled, slapping Chara and turning back to nightkill, intensifying the power of her pheromone attack. "Wat was that for, baby? I never did anything to hurt you, and you tried to kill me!" She wore an innocent pout that barely disguised the smirk underneath. She pretended to sniffle, hiding her face in her hands, but making sure she could see through her fingers.

"You're going to make me cry," She fake whimpered. behind her hands, she was shaking with laughter, a cruel smile on her parted lips. The shaking resembled sobs so deeply that a few demons seemed to want to help, and so rounded on Nightkill.

Nightkill shook with indecision, and dropped his sword. "I'm sorry." he said, now mesmerized. He had largely lost control now, but some part of him was fighting a largely losing battle on disobeying.

As the demons converged on Lust, their was a uniform scream from all of the closest ones first. They dropped, in half. Behind them stood someone who looked exactly like Nightkill. Even the sword looked identical. The only difference was that the arm that held the sword extended like a rubber band to slice multiple demons at once, then retracted. Katachi was late finding the portal, The bloodrage and sexual desired minds were hard to absorb and decipher. Especially one who is mindless and adapted to instinct. It was the perfect character foil to Lust. Katachi-nightkill had no such feelings such as lust or pride, only instinct. A telepathic link of the psedo-Brain of Katachi made him say with nightkill's voice. "So you are the ones who setback my plan? you will pay for that. He waited for Lust to answer.

Nightkill blinked. "Who are you?" he yelled at the man, then blinked. "Ah, you are Katachi." he said, breaking from the spell, at least partially. "You were there when I gained Clarent, my sword."

(we never actually finished that thread. Can I assume I have your dna from that fight?)

"Indeed." Katachi said, "It's a shame I couldn't get it myself. But it is irrevelent. I need this demon to die if my plans are to succeed." He readied his sword back, Fusing the sword with his arm with a sicking sloshing sound.

"It should be us versus the demons shiela. Apparently these naive fucking cunts forgot that. Good to see a familiar face I don't want to crush though." Slamfist half-talked, half-shouted down at Macie. "If you'd like, I can help you clean this place out."