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(Any and all are welcome to join this role play. It's a main story involving Domina Mortem and she's asked for me and one of my characters play a main role in it.)

They had been given only a weeks preparation to prepare, and they had spent most of the days evacuating all of Vatican City before the assault to bring all civilian casualties to zero if possible; while it also kept any more numbers being added to their enemy's numbers. Still, they managed to get enough time in to barricade off as many streets as they could and make fortifications to buildings and rooftops for sniping positions. Some of it makeshift, some more professional, it wasn't hard to tell it was all made nearly last minute.
Yet what they lacked in good barricades, they made up for their sheer numbers and strong armors. Standing in the streets were thousands of Paladins and Templars alike, all clad in their different armors, all of them looked like nights of the old ages, back when they simply slayed dragons and monsters. All the ones standing in front were equipped with sturdy tower shields and some form of polearm, while the rest either carried a sword, axe, or even more modern weaponry like rifles and pistols.

Standing on numerous rooftops were just a couple of the heavily armored Paladins standing guard over the snipers of the groups. Some were staying more to the old fashioned as they often did, armed with bows and muskets, which to an average person wasn't very affect, but enchanted and spell weaved one could make them just as affective as any other. Yet of course there were those with actual snipers, some anti material for that matter.
Standing on most of the barricades on the streets were machine gun turrets and grenade mixed in, which in theory would mow down any ground enemies that tried to charge; but with an undead horde if you couldn't destroy the head, it wouldn't matter. Even then these were necromancer troops, standard weapons no matter how deadly, would only prove so affective. The large part they were sticking to such old tradition style of fighting was the fact it was the only thing that was efficient enough in killing this enemy.



In the center of the city was where all the leaders and most elite members of the groups stood in preparations for this massive battle. The strongest and most feared of their enemies was Gabrial Nightshade, once outcast to them all just a week ago, was now their only hope in standing against this enemy. Why that was, would be revealed in due time. For now he was the one giving out all the orders, and making sure every man and woman who was in this fight was as ready as they could be, physically, and mentally. Nothing was quite worse than fighting a necromancer, how they can kill your very friends and allies, and turn them against you as some undead fiend.
Occasionally reaching down for the hilt of his sword at his sight, Gabrial checked the map of the city and the layout of all their troops. He was satisfied that they had the best positions set up for a hard ongoing battle, but what was really troubling him was not knowing what exactly their enemy had at their disposal. Every battle to date was only against things like skeletons, zombies, maybe the occasional undead animal, but this necromancer had taken a whole new route in creating their own undead. Who knew what was about to be thrown at them, and how much.

"Capehorn!" Gabrial called out now making his way into another one of the rooms. Turning to face him was a very old and rugged looking man, whose beard was nearly as long as his wizard robes. "We've just got the mortars and cannons set up for artillery in the center here, but we need the templars magic users out on the field either with the snipers to offer more fire power, and the barricades to great defensive barriers. So please tell me all of them have arrived."
The old man brushed a hand along his beard as Gabrial spoke, and gave a quaint nod in his response. "Yes... Yes.. All of our magic users are here and awaiting the orders you just gave. I'll go to them now and we'll set out.' Grabbing his staff off the table along with his bag, Capehorn hobbled along to give out the instructions to the rest.
Tapping his fingers to his thigh plate, Gabrial started to walk through the building until stepping outside on a balcony to overlook what he could of the city. Their time was about up, the sun was rising above the horizon, and like her message said, she'd begin her assault at sunrise of the seventh day.

All of the men brought their attention to the darkening sky overhead, how unnatural and eerie it seemed as the thunder rumbled through the air and lightning began to flash, threatening to make its strikes on the ground. Just how powerful was this enemy they were about to face, if they could cast such a thing as this? That question was soon answered, as the portals formed in the near distance, and the war drums began to pound, making all their hearts pound in their chests with every beat!
What they saw next was disheartening, hundreds, maybe even thousands of undead beginning to march forward from these portals to God knows where, and all of them coming right towards them. Those massive golems all leading the march, the numbers and sizes of those troops alone, had they really underestimated their enemy so severely? Were they all truly on the last battle for their lives? They had fought many great armies, but this one was starting to take the cake.

Despite all these fears, nervousness, hopelessness, and even faithlessness, every man and woman stood their ground. Spears, swords, rifles, bows, all weapons raised and shields at the ready for the oncoming horde; if this was their last moments, they'd make sure for every person their side lost, the enemy lost another twenty.
Gabrial Nightshade had come to stand on the frontline where Domina herself was charging, with his shield and sword at hand, but at his sides. "Archers, Marksmen! Unleash hell!" His voice bellowed loud and clear, thanks to a bit of capehorns magic projecting it through so everyone could hear. What came next was the roaring of morters, cannons, rifles, and volleys of arrows all being released until the enemies side. Many of the bullets enchanted to not just go straight, but as they met the enemy, they zig and zagged, tearing through multiples until it either just broke up, or something happened to stop them. The arrows themselves just seemed to multiply in the air, one become twelve, and all of it stacking from other archers to create a wall of arrows. The cannons and morters, well they did what they did best, tearing through and sending them flying on impact.
By now the magic users had created barriers all around the barricades to reinforce them, but irregardless, the men on the ground got ready for a vicious fight as the horde still neared

The brunt of the horde was finally upon them, and they had hardly made a dent, and even worse yet, a lot of the enemies they had struck were still coming, even through they were missing limbs or cut in half; they just simply hadn't gotten the kill blow. The magic users barriers were quickly starting to break apart as all the undead were slamming against it, the ranged soldiers just couldn't take them down fast enough. Here we go.

The barriers shattered, the hordes quickly shattering down the makeshift barricades they made and the armies were finally meeting on the field now. The men in front kept their tower shields up, thrusting their spears impaling and cutting down many undead that were rushing at them. A few men were running along the roof tops, not armed with swords or axes, and rather instead, they had cestus' attached to both of their hands. "Bring them down!" A few men roared as they jumped down, slamming their fists into the various golems, the bone ones shattering where the men it, thanks to the blessed affects making them extremely weak to them all.
The mean in the front lines now rose their shields as the the rest of the armed forces started their own charges, a full slam against the undead, cutting them down with great ease, yet they were still heavily outnumbered, and more than a few men were getting overwhelmed and killed, but that was where the terrors of fighting a necromancer came in, for every man they lost, the necromancer gained as they were turned undead.

Gabrial looked up at the large skeletal giant coming down above them, his eyes wide as he quickly darted to the side, running out of its collision course, and just got far enough away, but the shockwave of the impact was like an explosion propelling him into the air and slamming into a wall. In a bit of a daze, he started to stagger to his feet, seeing Domina jumping into the fray and already cutting many of them down like they were toys; this was a nightmare.
All of the men soon converged in on her, all raising their weapons to try and strike her down, knowing that if they slew her this one all be over in an instant. Arrows, bullets, spears, swords, it was all coming down on the necromancer with no mercy in sight, and even Gabrial was now rushing at her with his sword raised, aiming to ram her through.

(Me and Nicholas did a bit of chatting and role playing privately to put this into one big scene to make it easier, so here's our final product.)

Gabrial was dazed from that head butt and stumbled backwards, and fell to the ground with little grace; domina did hit hard. His eyes slowly moved to the roaring flames as they were all taken in a blink of an eye, what monster was he facing here? They'd never faced a necromancer of this caliber before. "God help me." Gabrial breathed as he quickly got to his feet and held his hand out, his sword shaking before flying back into his grasp.

With his shield ready and sword steady, he rushed at her with not a hint of fear in his eye. His sword slashed down at her, but Domina swiped her scythe up to parry it to the side, her free hand engulfed in flames swinging in only to slam into his shield, the flames rushing around it but burning out against the true holy properties of it. Pushing Domina back with his shield he swung his sword up from the ground as it was alight with holy flames now.
Only for Domina to elegantly spin around to the side, dodging it with ease before grabbing his hand. Her necrotic flames seemed to do nothing to his armor, but her grip tightened dramatically to crush it in around his forearm while her claws made small holes in it. Her flames quickly flooding into his armor, but that's when lightning shot down from the sky, breaking a hole through the dark clouds and striking Gabrial, propelling the lich away from him.

Gabrial was virtually unharmed, in fact he now stood with bright golden wings of energy spread out behind him, his eyes crackling with lightning now.This was the reason the Vatican wanted him here, due to his unique nature of such divine interventions. Dropping his shield, he grabbed the armor piece around his forearm and pried it off, revealing that his arm was actually burned, but her power didn't leave any lasting affects. Switching his sword into his good hand, he gave a single flap of his wings as he flew right at her.
Domina had already risen to her feet to see her biggest adversary rushing at her in his greatest form, both now as strong as they could be, and this was where she'd stand her ground, be it death or victory. Balling her free hand into a tight fist, she rose her scythe up just in time to parry his sword to the side again, while her fist came slamming into the front of his face, but rather than knocking him back, she had merely stopped him dead in his tracks and temporarily grounded him as he staggered backwards. His own free hand now started to cackle with energy. Raising his hand up as the energy extended like a rope, he moved his arm up and down as he used the energy like a whip that wrapped around her scythe arm, the holy energy seeming to burn against her already charred bones. With a cry of outrage, Domina tensed her arm up but rose her free hand up. Pooling large amount of necrotic energy into her palm, she unleashed a simple beam of it that slammed against his chest, the energy in such a raw form was capable of sapping his energy away, and quickly made that whip sizzle away, and then suddenly the energy pulsed, creating an explosion that blasted him back and crashing through several walls.

She growled now, moving to latch Sanguis to her back; out of all the power she had, she wanted to break this enemy down with her own two hands, and maybe her magic. Running after him, she came jumping out of the last building and into one of the raging battlefields of her undead and the rest of this orders. Waving her hand to the side, she knocked dozens of the opposing forces away as she stormed towards the recovering gabrial. For all the power he had, he was still human, and rusty apparently. Within seconds she was back on him, grabbing his sword and casting it to the side.
Resting one knee on his chest to pin him against the pile of rubble he was on, she let loose. Right fist, left fist, right fist, left fist, right, left, right left, she was hammering his face in relentlessly while growling like some feral beast in the process. The flames around her seeming to be raging darker and larger around her with every hit. Gabrial was simply unable to form a thought with how hard she was hitting him, nonetheless enough to blast her off. Then something suddenly hit Domina, his sword had slammed into the side of her head and knocked her off to the side, yet she seemed unharmed save for a chipped skull.
Gabrial in a heavily dazed state started to sit up, and before she could remount her rage of fists, he rose a hand to unleash a blast of holy energy that blew her back; which seemed to be a pattern between the two now.

Getting up from the pile of rubble, and wiping some of the blood from his face, he stumbled forward; partially angry with himself that he was taking such a beating. Seeing something about to pounce him, he took a swing at it and shattered the skull to one of her stalkers. His vision was just so blurred he was having troubles making anything out, but it wasn't to hard to find her, as what he saw as a big ball of purple flames was her, storming towards him and burning anything that got close.
Clenching his hands into fists as he concentrated as best he could, bolts of lightning form in his hands as he lifted one up and threw it, the bolt cackling through the air and just barely missed her. Lifting his other hand up he threw it too, this one hitting striking her shoulder, making her body lurch back to the side, but she kept coming at him faster now. His vision clearing now, he threw another and managed to hit the same spot, breaking away at her defensive magic around her, and actually broke her entire arm from her body! He couldn't help but to grin a little at that; he managed to do some real damage. Not letting up, he formed and another and chucked it, yet this time she lifted her hand, and terrifyingly to him, she caught it, and seemed to crush it as the bolt disappeared into a shower of sparks.

Reaching him now, as the flames that surrounded her seemed to do very little, she took a swing and hit him in the face, and came swinging in again, which he caught in his own before he punched her square in the jaw. Domina's knee rose up and slammed into his gut making him lurch forward, having knocked the wind out of him. Raising her arm up, she brought her elbow down onto his back, knocking him to the floor. Raising her foot up, she was stomped it down, but missed as he rolled away, and just ended up creating a small crater where her foot landed.
Sweeping a foot against her legs, he swept her feet from beneath her before unleashing a blast of energy that propelled her clear into the air. Moving back to his feet, he used his wings to fly up after her, energy building up into one of his hands as he reached her just as she was about to fall back down, only to have his fist come slamming into her head, unleashing an unimaginable amount of power in that single blow; the lightning shooting off into the sky in a roar of thunder, which made the whole battlefield fall silent by all for a brief period.

Her flames all but seemed to disappear as the half front of her skull was completely missing, yet something was wrong, all her undead were still standing, still animated, and now, still fighting.
Then it all happened so fast. One moment she was completely devoid of life and about to fall to the ground below, and the next she had grabbed onto one of his wings and planted both her feet to his chest, and pushed. His wings, while seemingly made out of energy only, made a sickening pop when it was ripped from his back, a gush of blood following from it as the two both came crashing back down to the earth.
They only landed a few feet from one another, but Gabrial was up first, his head sore and throbbing, and his back now aching; he hadn't taken nearly as bad as she had. Staggering close to her as she laid there, almost unconscious he could have assumed. He lifted his hand up as another bolt of lightning form in his hand; one more blow, and this could all be over. The sound of something unhooking followed by a blade slashing through the air was heard, before Sanguis came slicing through his own should and severing his arm; same one he had taken off of her. With a blood curling scream of pain, Gabrial fell to his knees in the shear agony, not to mention the blood from the wound was quite literally flowing from him and into her scythe. Domina, letting Sanguis fall to the floor as she snapped at it to stop drinking his blood. Had grabbed his arm before moving the socket of it to her shoulder; the flesh quickly burning off from it as the bones were charred black to match the rest of her, before it seemed to just attach to her, however a lich kept itself together anyways.
With her knew arm, she grabbed his face and lifted him up off the ground, applying a great amount of pressure as her flames soon moved to engulf his body. "You've lost." She said coldly before squeezing with her hand, his skull caving in under the pressure as she simply crushed it in her hand; killing him instantly from it.

His body now ignited by her flames upon death, absorbing every ounce of his essence into her, which seemed to make her cringe at first, before she relaxed. Kneeling down to pick Sanguis up in her hand, she turned to face towards the center of the Vatican; by now her undead horde simply had them all surrounded as they were overrunning the remaining Paladins and Templar's. It seemed she had demoralized them completely, as they were getting slaughtered a whole lot easier now.
Resting Sanguis' blade on the ground as she leaned against it, she slumped forward, and slowly slide down the scythe till she was sitting on the ground, her single burning socket seemingly taking the whole scene in before her. The Vatican, her greatest enemy since her awakening, was crumbling, and had now fallen to her hands. Was this, the end? Had she finally won? It seemed so, surreal; in fact, she had always expected this battle to be the one that did her in, yet here she was. Gabrial's body beside her, and the city practically burning. Moving a hand up to move along the missing part of her face, she seemed to sigh; she needed to fix herself up more and take a nice long rest, and then... Then. 'What now?" she whispered to herself; this had been her life long goal to destroy those who sought to destroy her, and now they were no more. What was there now? rising back to her feet, she grabbed one of the passing by skeletons and told him to grab Gabrial sword and shield, before she herself opened up a portal and stepped through; going home and back to her two daughters; and of course the horde would return to the large portals on the outskirts of the city after they were done.