Judging the Knight

Inferni Manifestum

The night was calm, The one known as Hell was walking along at a sedate pace. he had nothing to do this night and he felt like he should just walk around the town. He was wearing his usual cloths including his scarf, it moved a little in a breez as he felt somthing come over him. A force...he was needed somewhere. So he began to move at a tireless run as he moved where he was needed.

He eventually jumped across a very narrow gap between two buildings. There he found a boy standing before him. With both feet under him he stood up straight and squared his chest, this was the being he had been compelled to hunt. "You are to be Judged. Come quietly or be forced..." his voice had undertones of hundreds of different voices speaking in a different language each. The one at the forefront was the one this being would be able to understand the easiest. Then his arms began to glow in a baleful red light as he took a step forward towards the young being. "Make this easy on the both of us."

Hell only glared as he saw this being draw a weapon and took up a fighting position. The drive at the back of his mind told him to continue. The malevolent aura around Hell increased as he sprinted across the short distance towards his target hand outstretched arms a glow in red shades in intricate sharp and smooth magical circles. All he needed was time and physically touching the being and it would be over.

He didn't say anything as one arm went for the being's sword arm while his other hand was coming in from below to punch the being in the stomach. If that didn't work he was going to go for a trip with his forward leg, and try to pin the boy to the ground. There was no need to get more violent if he could get this over with in the next few moments.

Hell felt the sword bite into his coporeal form but he didn't care, it wasn't ever going to kill him. His maneuvers hadn't worked, and now this boy was attacking him. Each strike biting into flesh but Hell was using his forearms to deflect to blows from any 'vital' areas just to allow him to keep moving.

Every wound he had was oozing a black liquid moving slower then molasses. Hell didn't have blood, he didn't have organs. He was a concept manifest, it would require more then steel to kill the concept. With what probably sounded like a eeiry wail of the damned Hell let out a feral growl and lunged through the slashes at the being one hand going for the boy's sword hand and the other went for the throat as his arms grew to blinding levels of red baleful light.

He almost had the boy in his grip but a left hook came up and the force of it made him go towards the ground, his head had been leaning forward because of the lunge. The concept bounced off the ground making a small crater in the roof as he did so before skidding to a halt a couple feet away. where he skid a large black smear appeared, if he had been human then it would be a shiny red. But instead it was the matte black ooze.

Taking a second to stand he dusted himself off as his skull seemed to go from concave to convex with a sickening pop. The rest of his injuries were not healing as of yet but this showed that the boy would not beable to stop his judgement. But then the being was on him once more punching at him and slicing at his skin and the concept simply began to ignore the energy of the strikes and his hand shot forward and grabbing at the boy's throat.

The punches though strong were only making him jerk in the direction the punch was going. and he cared less about the sword now since he was close enough to just grab the boy. as well as his arms going from a baleful red to a blinding pure ruby brilliance with laces of white light mixed in. He had the boy this time, this time there was going to be no trick to escaping his judgment as he was going to grab and lift the boy off the ground by his neck.