The Games of Hell.
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
azazel—x:
Nick sat next to Azazel, Raven on the other side. “Father don’t you think it’d be best to give him a little more help?” It was rare for him to call him father, and Azazel was surprised.
“I could, I guess. Fine. I’ll take away the hordes.” Standing, he made his way to the edge of the dais and made a smoothing gesture with his hands. The ground in the arena instantly closed, the reaching arms and hands disappearing beneath it. “Though if he fails I’m making him one of the undead down there for the next one. He has some skill.”
Bucky sighed and dropped down, scooping up the blade and rolling away as a tendril of darkness shot at him, brushing him and burning the skin, leaving a black burn and making him stumble as strength rushed out of him. “Damn…” he muttered as he struggled to pull himself up, but not quickly enough. Another grabbed his ankle and pulled him down hard, dragging him as he was reduced to almost a rag doll. He choked as he struggled to breathe, being pulled closer to the creature. He gritted his teeth and reached into a pouch and pulled out a syringe. He panted heavilly before stabbing it into his chest, the amphetamine-adrenaline combo shot into his heart and he jerked up, pupils dilating as he got close. He ripped a grenade off his belt, used a lace from his pants to strap it to the knife and threw it just under the monster before jumping high into the air and behind the wall of the arena. The white light that poured out after the explosion would’ve blinded anyone who’d been looking and of lesser caliber. He jumped up when the smoke cleared about to cheer, before the small boost wore off, and he fell the 20 feet dead onto his back as he ran out of juice. “i w~iiinnnn” he panted heavily.
Azazel, Nick, and Raven each stood and clapped. “Congratulations, Champion! Now, what is it that you wish for?” Nick and Raven shook their heads, and together disappeared.
“We have more power up for grabs. More deals, at better prices. Almost anything within my power.”
He panted. “I want….to be able to own someone…body mind and soul…at a whim…able to steal it from its resting place and make it mine…then they can pay…those people i can’t kill…make them shells…what they deserve.”
Azazel looked down at Bucky with something akin to surprise. “Well little hero, you surprise me today.” He pulled a parchment and quill out of his sleeve, making a few lines of contract and then passing it down to Bucky via magic. “Sign on the dotted line. I have, mind you, added a few clauses. Myself and my three compatriots who witnessed your fight today will be immune to this new power. Have fun.”
Clapping his hands, he disappeared and a portal opened for Bucky to leave, back to wherever he was at when Azazel stole him.
Bucky shrugged. “Thats fine.” He signed without reading anything, smirking to himself. “Im done.” He looked at the portal then back where Azazel had been. “I claim the soul. Of James Buchanan Barnes. You said your soul was immune and no others, my soul is mine to take.”
The Games of Hell.
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
azazel—x:
Nick sat next to Azazel, Raven on the other side. “Father don’t you think it’d be best to give him a little more help?” It was rare for him to call him father, and Azazel was surprised.
“I could, I guess. Fine. I’ll take away the hordes.” Standing, he made his way to the edge of the dais and made a smoothing gesture with his hands. The ground in the arena instantly closed, the reaching arms and hands disappearing beneath it. “Though if he fails I’m making him one of the undead down there for the next one. He has some skill.”
Bucky sighed and dropped down, scooping up the blade and rolling away as a tendril of darkness shot at him, brushing him and burning the skin, leaving a black burn and making him stumble as strength rushed out of him. “Damn…” he muttered as he struggled to pull himself up, but not quickly enough. Another grabbed his ankle and pulled him down hard, dragging him as he was reduced to almost a rag doll. He choked as he struggled to breathe, being pulled closer to the creature. He gritted his teeth and reached into a pouch and pulled out a syringe. He panted heavilly before stabbing it into his chest, the amphetamine-adrenaline combo shot into his heart and he jerked up, pupils dilating as he got close. He ripped a grenade off his belt, used a lace from his pants to strap it to the knife and threw it just under the monster before jumping high into the air and behind the wall of the arena. The white light that poured out after the explosion would’ve blinded anyone who’d been looking and of lesser caliber. He jumped up when the smoke cleared about to cheer, before the small boost wore off, and he fell the 20 feet dead onto his back as he ran out of juice. “i w~iiinnnn” he panted heavily.
Azazel, Nick, and Raven each stood and clapped. “Congratulations, Champion! Now, what is it that you wish for?” Nick and Raven shook their heads, and together disappeared.
“We have more power up for grabs. More deals, at better prices. Almost anything within my power.”
He panted. “I want….to be able to own someone…body mind and soul…at a whim…able to steal it from its resting place and make it mine…then they can pay…those people i can’t kill…make them shells…what they deserve.”
The Games of Hell.
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
Bucky was glad he wasn’t on the arena floor. “Ice wonderful, i love being frozen.” He chuckled and looked up at the three.
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Mateus melted away, seeping into the ground.
“You’ve done well, so far.” Azazel commented. “But, I’m next, and I’m not near as nice. Be careful where you step now, Bucky. And don’t listen to the wails of the damned, they’ll kill you.”
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Bucky took the ear muffs and the dagger, jumping back on the wall. This was new. “Any clues on how to finish off this thing…?” He pulled out a gun and fired a few shots. This didn’t seem fair…this thing only looked solid half the time it stood there, he couldn’t hear anything, which he DID NOT like. But the crawling things didn’t seem to have the ability to climb the walls so he had that.
Azazel reclined back to watch, every now and then picking off any of the undead that looked like they were getting too close to escaping the grounds. He had a tentative, at best, control of the situation and that suited him just fine actually.
Bucky sighed. Alright, hard way, just fine with him. He pulled a new gun off his belt and painted it behind himself at a high pillar, the grappling hook shot into the pillar and jerked him up to the high vantage point. He recoiled the gun quickling and fired, just over the thing at the midst of the writhing mass of bodies. He pulled the nife he’d been given before, shining brightly. Heart or head he wondered to himself…decapitation seemed like a good idea…and if that didn’t work…
He looked at the dead at the creatures feet…and the fissure in the ground. Long fall…probably not back to kansas todo…He tightened his grip on the knife. Had to live through this if he wanted to see Kate again. He closed his eyes and focused on that, that was what was going to get him through this. He gripped the zip line he’d made up and jumped, whirring at the thing. He opened his eyes just in time to slice a the creature in a flicker of solidness….Before he SLAMMED into the wall. It knocked the air out of him, snapping his line as well, in a split second his brain made the choice and he dropped the bright dagger into the arena to grab onto the edge of the top of the wall.
Nick sat next to Azazel, Raven on the other side. “Father don’t you think it’d be best to give him a little more help?” It was rare for him to call him father, and Azazel was surprised.
“I could, I guess. Fine. I’ll take away the hordes.” Standing, he made his way to the edge of the dais and made a smoothing gesture with his hands. The ground in the arena instantly closed, the reaching arms and hands disappearing beneath it. “Though if he fails I’m making him one of the undead down there for the next one. He has some skill.”
Bucky sighed and dropped down, scooping up the blade and rolling away as a tendril of darkness shot at him, brushing him and burning the skin, leaving a black burn and making him stumble as strength rushed out of him. “Damn…” he muttered as he struggled to pull himself up, but not quickly enough. Another grabbed his ankle and pulled him down hard, dragging him as he was reduced to almost a rag doll. He choked as he struggled to breathe, being pulled closer to the creature. He gritted his teeth and reached into a pouch and pulled out a syringe. He panted heavilly before stabbing it into his chest, the amphetamine-adrenaline combo shot into his heart and he jerked up, pupils dilating as he got close. He ripped a grenade off his belt, used a lace from his pants to strap it to the knife and threw it just under the monster before jumping high into the air and behind the wall of the arena. The white light that poured out after the explosion would’ve blinded anyone who’d been looking and of lesser caliber. He jumped up when the smoke cleared about to cheer, before the small boost wore off, and he fell the 20 feet dead onto his back as he ran out of juice. “i w~iiinnnn” he panted heavily.
mithgarthsorm:
winter-kapitan:
No im good, i’ll just come up with my own ideas on your parentage
Oh, that’s promising. Yes, Loki is my Father.
I was wondering about your mother but -shrugs- whatever
Antionette stark?
Claire barton?
Clint’s long last brother chase……..WHAT!?
oh wait, personal favorite, Steve and Bucky’s tube baby daughter
guys, marvel has so many nice characters, clint already has a brother! there’s a girl hawkeye! theres a girl Tony! you dont have to make them up!
Apparently I missed Cap being renamed Captain Crotch?
hawkeyenevermisses:
isthisfondue:
hawkeyenevermisses:
isthisfondue:
hawkeyenevermisses:
Man I need to stop sleeping so much.
I miss like, everything.
Oh, You’re hysterical.
I mean I know WHY you’re Captain Crotch, but I’m just upset that you didn’t ask me before changin’ it.
I didn’t.
Oh. Well.
I think its a good name.
Clint, you know how you asked me to tell you when its not funny anymore? Its not funny anymore.
The Games of Hell.
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
azazel—x:
winter-kapitan:
Bucky was glad he wasn’t on the arena floor. “Ice wonderful, i love being frozen.” He chuckled and looked up at the three.
Read More
Mateus melted away, seeping into the ground.
“You’ve done well, so far.” Azazel commented. “But, I’m next, and I’m not near as nice. Be careful where you step now, Bucky. And don’t listen to the wails of the damned, they’ll kill you.”
Read More
Bucky took the ear muffs and the dagger, jumping back on the wall. This was new. “Any clues on how to finish off this thing…?” He pulled out a gun and fired a few shots. This didn’t seem fair…this thing only looked solid half the time it stood there, he couldn’t hear anything, which he DID NOT like. But the crawling things didn’t seem to have the ability to climb the walls so he had that.
Azazel reclined back to watch, every now and then picking off any of the undead that looked like they were getting too close to escaping the grounds. He had a tentative, at best, control of the situation and that suited him just fine actually.
Bucky sighed. Alright, hard way, just fine with him. He pulled a new gun off his belt and painted it behind himself at a high pillar, the grappling hook shot into the pillar and jerked him up to the high vantage point. He recoiled the gun quickling and fired, just over the thing at the midst of the writhing mass of bodies. He pulled the nife he’d been given before, shining brightly. Heart or head he wondered to himself…decapitation seemed like a good idea…and if that didn’t work…
He looked at the dead at the creatures feet…and the fissure in the ground. Long fall…probably not back to kansas todo…He tightened his grip on the knife. Had to live through this if he wanted to see Kate again. He closed his eyes and focused on that, that was what was going to get him through this. He gripped the zip line he’d made up and jumped, whirring at the thing. He opened his eyes just in time to slice a the creature in a flicker of solidness….Before he SLAMMED into the wall. It knocked the air out of him, snapping his line as well, in a split second his brain made the choice and he dropped the bright dagger into the arena to grab onto the edge of the top of the wall.
