'cept now it's blood and he can turn to liquid and avoid your attacks!
Wouldn't you die if you get vaporized?
Anyways, maybe Helios can save you or something. Jonathan will go after Morte, and has no time to look after you.
Reserved.
Jonathan stared, all eleven of his draconic eyes wide, at the titanic explosion and impossibly bright arcs of lightning that flashed in the place where the floating Necropolis was. The massive bone castle crash-landed onto the ground with an ear-splitting
thud, and the burst of electricity seemed to have wiped out the majority of the Reaper army.
Who did that? Jonathan thought. Heimdall came to his mind first; as the Master of Aether, lightning and electricity was his are of expertise. But Jonathan could still see the Ulitharid fighting five or six Reapers from not very far away, crushing the bones of one Reaper with telekinetic force while roasting another with a thunderbolt. The only other member in his party capable of manipulating the Aether was Dorfl; but Jonathan worried that because Aether was not Dorfl's primary element, using an Aetheric spell of such magnitude might utterly exhaust the Golem of his stamina. And when he was exhausted, Dorfl's body would automatically absorb whatever energy available in its surroundings, regardless of how dark and malevolent that energy is; Jonathan sobered at the memories of the last time that happened, when Dorfl was corrupted by the energies of Darkness... But Jonathan had no time to look after his Golem friend. Morte was his first priority, and Jonathan was sure that Dorfl would be all right on his own.
The Necropolis was not far away from him. Despite having painfully crashed onto the ground, the castle of bones was mainly intact. Jonathan remembered the first time when he attacked the
real Necropolis, a time before he was appointed the Master of Darkness. As Bloodshadow, the Supreme Archlord of the Abyss, he once attempted to conquer Tartarus, the Realm of Death; he laid siege to the Necropolis built by Mephisto, the Nether King, but even the powerful Ancient Ones could not break through the fortress of amassed bones. Hopefully,
this Necropolis built by Morte would prove to be more fragile than that ancient castle built by Mephisto, the Master of Death.
Opening their jaws, the smaller two of Jonathan's three dragon heads unleashed Hell's Tears upon the castle, slamming hundreds of spheres of black and red energies into the accumulated Bone Walls. Jonathan's central head let out a resonant roar, and spew forth a jet of pitch-black Abyssfire crackling with scarlet lightning. The black fire made contact with the bones, charred them, and reduced them to nothing but dust and ashes. And yet, the castle's outer walls still appeared intact.
Letting out a frustrated growl, Jonathan sliced at the Bone Wall with his vicious tail blade. "
Darksunder!" he cried, cutting a microcosmic rift in space-time. Then, with his will, Jonathan summoned tentacles of Darkness from the miniature portal into the Abyss, and let the Darkness energies consume the bones around them.
"Cease your futile attempts," came the cold, lifeless voice of Morte. "That bomb of yours was quite spectacular, but even it was not enough to breach my fortress from the
inside."
All three of Jonathan's heads turned around to face the False God. In a one-on-one fair fight, Jonathan in his current state would have a moderately high chance of victory. But against Morte, and all
twelve of the Tartarian Netherlords standing in a circle around him, Jonathan wasn't so sure of his chances anymore.
Helios, anyone, come and help Jonathan. He sure won't be able to handle all of the Netherlords at once.
And I found a problem in Gl1tch's post:
Point is Tor lives to see his master, Morte, killed.
I thought we ain't gonna kill Morte.
Also, Yuruk's physical body is currently under Tor's control? What about his mind? And I'll be dealing with Morte and ignore Tor completely, unless Tor is standing beside Morte. Maybe Tor can be one of those Netherlords?
