There. See? Purity is not willing to give up Sekhor.
We're not making any decisions without you. That'd be just plain rude.
Editing in progress.
Jonathan's body glowed with dark energy as he continued his transformation. He grew taller, his body becoming more muscular. His slender black tail thickened into something resembling the tail of a large lizard. His hands and feet turned into claws with sharp talons. His wings grew even larger, and glowing red sigils appeared all over his body. Jonathan was now a towering archfiend, more than two meters tall, a massive juggernaut of power clad in black armor. His weapon also changed; its hilt and guard now resembled a vicious black dragon, while the blade was a solid blood-red with sinister black sigils. Soul Eater, the blade of Darkness that devoured the souls of its enemies.
The Reaper stared at Jonathan, its hollow eyesockets wide in disbelief. Moments ago the vampire before it was nothing but a weak and pathetic mortal, but now he was emanating such power that it rivaled the Reaper's own strength. How was that possible? "Impressive, mortal, but it will not save you." Opening its skeletal jaws in a hiss, the Reaper pointed its scythe at Jonathan. Tendrils of Mors shot out towards him, like a barrage of deadly arrows.
Jonathan did not dodge, nor did he even try to move. But suddenly, the shadow beneath his feet darkened into a pitch black. The shadows writhed, and exploded outwards, spreading out like waves of wildfire. Everywhere the shadow touched, the ground became a black surface of nothingness, until the black shadows formed a perfectly circular zone of darkness around Jonathan, around three meters in radius. The air above the dark zone seemed to vibrate with power, as streams of dark lightning occasionally crackled through the spherical space defined by the dome shape above the black disk of shadows.
Jonathan did not flinch as the first tentacle of concentrated Death approached him. He smiled as the tendril of deadly energy passed into his zone of darkness, defined by the black shadows under his feet. As soon as the lance of gray and indigo energy plunged into the zone of darkness, it immediately turned pure black; then it dissipated like smoke, seemingly absorbed into the darkness-filled air. Many other tendrils of Mors followed; every single one of them turned black and dissolved into the darkness upon entry.
"What?!" The Reaper cried out in shock. "What is this?! How in the name of Morte did you stop my attack?! Mors is pure Death, and it cannot be stopped!"
Jonathan sneered. "I presume you have heard of the Devourers, a unique species of insects in the lands of Darkness? They have the intriguing ability to drain energy from their prey, and convert the energy into Darkness. My spell works under the same principle: All unbounded energy inside my zone of Darkness will be drained, absorbed, and assimilated."
"Impossible!" The Reaper hissed. Pointing its scythe at Jonathan, the indigo gems on the weapon's tip burst into phosphorescent purple flames. The remaining amount of Mors around the Reaper came to life, twisting and writhing like the tentacles of a ghastly octopus. The tendrils of Death gathered around the purple gems on the scythe, and compressed themselves into a concentrated sphere. The Reaper screamed:
"ABSOLIS MORTUM MAXIMUS!"
Like a blazing comet of pure Death, the roiling sphere of gray and purple shot forth toward Jonathan. Jonathan did not rely on his zone of darkness to protect him this time; the attack would reach him before it could be completely absorbed. Pointing his sword forward, Jonathan concentrated all the dark energy within his hemispherical dark zone onto the tip of his sword. He compressed his powers further and further, until it breached the fabrics of existence. The singularity then burst forth into a black vortex, leading into the dimension of the primordial Darkness.
"DARK GATE."
In an instant, the sphere of Mors sank into the swirling vortex of Darkness. The gray and indigo energy twisted and writhed, trying to rot and decay the primordial darkness; but it was no use, and the sphere of Mors was pulled into the dark abyss and reduced to nothing but the basic darkness that formed that dimension.
I wanted to write more, but don't really feel like it right now... Oh, and Jonathan is going to use another uber attack with Chinese incantations.
