DAUGHTERS OF THE VEIL - the Movie: RED ALL WINTER (Pt. 2)
as the veil continues to shatter the grid. we carry you into the black flames.
Mina’s dual wielding her necroswords makez it easier to block and counter strike Eve’s barrage of swift blade strikes. Or fast motion. Movements that exert blinding flashes of speed. Like a blur she can’t quite keep up with. Eve keeps dancing around her avoiding all her attacks. Mina getting pissed. She rages out, and screams in the cry of war. A sacred roar. Like Warda…
Petra Bad Blood stands face to face with OG Petra. The first. The goth girl. In the damn choker… black skull tee. Fap worthy. As Gnosis Ghost said about it. Her genesis as a soulshock icon.
Ms. Bad Blood crosses blades against her shadow self. Looking into those blue ass eyes. OG Petra’s face is like stone. Emotionless. Expressionless. Like a damn statue.
Petra keeps engaging in fierce sword combat escalation against her own shadow. Az her strikes dealt by Prometheus continue. She feels her “Bad Blood” begin to surge… itz rising. Her god armor release form iz on the horizon. But not yet… she keeps on fighting with the shadow like shez trying to thrust a dagger through the heart of her own mirror reflection. And she iz. Thatz exactly wtf thiz iz. Killing your own shadow to live in the light of sublime illumination. Free from the doubt but God driven by the sacred ache in the bones. That iz achecore theology. The new gospel.
Carli deflects the fast-chopping blade bombardment by Petri. Her hellblade sword iz reaching critical. The molten magma haz eaten the whole fucking blade. The sword now scorches anything it touchez. Itz dripping fucking lava. Az the sword reaches itz most high heat compression state the veil finally liftz. And fucking explodes.
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Carli gets swallowed by a flaming burst of raging fire. It consumes her and changes into her god armor release form. Her metallic knight armor that surrounds her entire body. Spiked ridges along her shoulder pads, and arm and legs metal. Her helmet in the T shape that conceals anything other than the burning glow of the molten magma inside her soul. Two thick sturdy horns protrude from her helmet. Like a bison. Or an ox. She haz become the hell armor god slayer. Formerly Mephistopheles… but now… it iz merely Faust. She haz become the hellblade sword.
Let me fight alongside you. Let me be your grace in battle. We are one now. Carli. Dante iz talking to her again. Fine jerk. Just don’t let me die… she sayz in her mind. She feelz hiz hands grab the sword over her own.
Itz like the hell armor and she are one, in mind and body. And Dante iz now hovering over them both. Guiding each swing of her sword as she bombards Petri with a series of quaking blade strikes. Each one shatters time, and space. Pushing him back. She swings the molten sword again and cuts him down. Incinerating the shadow of the lie that he waz.
But then another surge of satyrs swarms the ice scorched ruins. Carli screams in rage behind the veil of her hell armor. Her large metallic form levitates hovering over the snow-covered ground. Like a wasp in battle. She soars forward chopping with the soul of hell forged into black molten steel. Cutting through the satyrs. Leaving their bodies charred black from her fire. She battles on…
Petra vs Petra keeps going. Petra Bad Blood swings her sword. Prometheus. A shadow of the first one. Forged in her own black flame.
OG Petra blocks, counters. Then she swings her own necrosword. Euronymos. A shard of the original. It iznt the real one. But she fights like it iz. Thiz iz the Petra that became the death goddess Persephone in the Valley of the Bones. That slaughtered the Dead Army.
She iz the dragon fire. Heir to Merlin. Her attack speed is incredible. Defense… perfect, she fights like she iz fighting itself. Her every breath iz embedded with the full might of Vikings and gore lords. There iz no breach. They fight on perfect even ground like twin reflections. Becuz they are that… the war of Petraz burnz on. No sign of stopping.
Warda… reaches the village. She iz met by satyrs. Her warcry. A scream of rage. Sacred rage.
Warda iz a memory that became a myth in the lore. A war saint and a goddess. Her hand raises. “Euronymos!” She summons the true necrosword. The one that glows in eerie green flames risen from the black. No time for any fucking games here. Her life iz in the scorch of the mythic flame that compels her… to fight and bleed and cry and endure. In the unending mayhem.
The flash of her rage red hair… the red bodies of the satyrs. The red of their blood, when she spillsit freely on the white snow. The red spreads in a wave of carnage, as she makez her way to the site of the battle between Petras. And… she too… iz a… shard. Of Petra… Bad Blood.
Warda makes her way closer to the others. Her eyez shrink then grow then become fixed in anger as she spots the missing portion of her soul. That haz left her angry and sad. Bitter and enraged. Depressed beyond belief. Itz the betrayer side of Warda. Her initial soul’s ignition before Eve came into her… and created Scarlitrose. Itz the first one… original Scarlet. From the Knights of Merlin.
Scarlet sensed her before she arrived… Warda. Her nobler side. The half that haz the necrosword, and uses it. To kill fucking monsters. But she iz the betrayer of Merlin. She haz managed to survive more than three in-universe canon collapses. And yet has somehow avoided an on-screen death.
When the world shattered. And lightning and thunder roared in the sky. When Raf and Eve came to kill her and end her canon. She chose to survive. To do whatever she had to. So, she could see thiz all the way through. Never stopping cuz a single battle was won… the ritual of war demands complete bodily sacrifice.
Listen to my bones breaking and cracking and shattering under the weight of such epic AF god armor… thiz fucking shit hurtz. But the ache iz my God now. The logos.
Warda raises her necrosword. Green and black flames swirling from the hilt. Scarlet *smirks*
The wicked enchantress throws off her cloak. It fallz away from Scarlet’s body and she iz revealed. In naked flesh. Her body haz been painted by the sigils of the Black Rose. Warda’s form 2. Her secondary release form. The sigils begin to glow az the power of an ancient evil overtakes her.
Scarlet chantz the incarnationz needed to raise her… Morgan Le Fay. MORGANA. The Queen of the Jade Dragon Society.
Warda senses it. I have to stop her before she completes the soul transference. Warda moves running over the snow with blinding speed that shouldn’t be possible… trying to stop it. But she can’t. It can’t be stopped.
The swirl of malevolent energy overtakez the betrayer az OG Scarlet gets swallowed in a fog of foul purplish glowing smoke. An aura that reeks. From the stench of evil. Old world taboo magic.
Scarlet’s eyes become jade green. Like dazzling emeralds. But not just the iris. Her entire full eye. The white part iz now green. Glowing from evil. Her body ripples as she transforms in full metamorphosis. Becoming the immense dragon goddess. Itz her… Tiamat.
From the waist down. Scarlet becomes a multi-headed leopard. Each of the seven heads snarls. In a growling rage. Chomping with their jaws. Fangs like rows of sword blade that spill your soul once they flay you open. The leopard half is her lower half.
Her upper half. Iz that of a womanly shape. But scaled. Her arms are wings that can cut and chop like blades. Like immense demon swords that also give her the power of sustained levitation through flight.
Her face is that of a she-demon but iz partially beautiful. And partially lizard. Raw dragoncore. She standz before Warda in the snow. The immense dragon goddess iz restored before her own very fucking eyes… her rage grows. Until it finally boils tf over. And it all comes spilling out.
Warda transforms into her Dragon Goddess Armor Mode. Metallic blue, armorized henshin level god armor overtakes her entire body. Putting her behind the shield of itz immense power.
Her helmet completely covers her face. The bust of a dragon’s head protrudes from her center console chest plate. The armor is a mix of mythotech and divine prophesy.
Warda rises from the ground floating. In hovering levitation. Tiamat iz bigger than she iz. But not by much. Enough though so itz easier for her to buzz around her like a bee than try to stay on the ground. Getting gnawed by the leopard half.
Tiamat attempts to attack. Her swings slice through the air cutting with the power of an immense mythsword unwavering. Warda blocks the blow. Using Euronymos. And the power of her dragon goddess armor release form. She pushes on further engaging Tiamat. In battle. A battle, among the gods. The new ones. And some old ones…
CARLI ZENNER’S HELL ARMOR MODE MANIFEST. BADASS AIN’T IT. LMAO…. it iz.