The Return of the Silver Mask

(( Warning! This rp is strickly for people who enjoy long post and does contain mostly gore!))
The night came quickly, the skies darkened by the thick, almost black clouds. The shadows against the town streets began to fade as creatures filled the barren village. The homes were beautifully crafted as if this was a town for only the rischest of people but that was not necessarily the case. A figure strolled along the alleys and roads. He held a strange, ceremonial dagger in one of his frail hands.
Stepping up to the center of town, two humans and man and a woman were hung upside down from poles driving into the ground. Their wimpering cries and moans echoed the almost empty streets. The figure approached his victims pulling the hood off his brown, torn cloak to reveal a old, scarred face. His long sliver hair over the most part of his head.
"Well, shall we get started?" He snickered, cutting the man's arms up and down with his dagger.
His screams of pain were small comapred to the laughter and enjoyment Lucius was getting out of it. As the blood dripped off from the deep wounds, Lucius smiled licking some off the ground.
"Please...We are just mere farmers we have nothing to offer." The man begged.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." Lucius commanded at the point of his dagger.
The man did as he was told. He watched as Lucius started cutting out his tongue, the man's cries were now becoming muffled but he could feell the tears of agony going off his cheeks. After completely removing the tongue, he it into small peices and proceeded to feed it to the man and woman.
He smiled at their pain as the man slowly died, with his last dying breath he spat upon the man that had caused him so much pain.
"Oh, yes that means you are the only one left me dear." He said, wipping the blood off his cloak.
The woman's eyes went wide as she knew her time would be coming soon.

But then the woman's face twisted into a smirk and the illusion fell away; blank but seeing eyes stared coldly into Lucius' and once tanned skin was now coal black. Pure white hair had replaced the previous chocolate brown; a long tail extended and pulled the ropes loose.

Before she hit the ground, this myserious woman halted her fall with some unknown power. She stood up, her grey farmer clothes smelling faintly of hay; a woman who was walking down the street started yelling senselessly in confusion. The black-skinned woman's gaze snapped over to her, she raised a palm and then a bolt of energy ripped through the yelling woman, blood spraying everywhere before crystallizing in tiny drops.

Vortrix smiled, her pointed teeth gleaming; she returned her attention to Lucius, drawing her double-bladed dagger.

"Only one left of what? A cult? Or your prisoners?" she demanded hoarsely.

Lucisu simply gave a small one-sided smile toward the mysterious woman. His eyes covered by his long white and silver hair. He idd not like the fact that one of his prey had come loose.

"I need not answer your question." He hissed, pulling a long, golden sceptre from his torn robes. It had a strange pair of claws at the top holding a red crystal that came for from the top of the sceptre.

Sliding his sliver mask over his face, Lucius turned away and began to walk from the vicinity. He had no need to fight and was far too weak from his last confrontation to even pose a challenge.

Vortrix smiled, although it was more like a grimace; she sheathed her dagger and pulled a long strip of black cloth from her pocket. She tied it around her head, covering her eyes like a blindfold. It was near sunrise, and her eyes were specifically made for dark conditions; too much sunlight exposure to her eyes would blind her.

Now she had to rely on hearing and telepathy to locate things; she stole a grey hooded cloak form a market and put it on. Vortrix pulled the hood up and set off into the crowds.

Lucius stepped through the busy streets, no one seemed too frightenened by his appearance but that must have been because most were too busy to notice him.

Smiling under his mask, Lucius opened his palm as a blue, yellow and orange fireball appeared and grew from his hand. A nearby house was his target. People around gasped in shock as the fireball grew and length and began to scatter like mice.

He took careful aim and then launched it at the home in mid-jump. The small building exploded in a huge firey mass. People screamed and fled the scene.

Lucius slipped his hand back into his robes and continued walking as the ground shook from the blast.

Vortrix heard the explosion and the screams, the smell of sharp smell of smoke stinging her nostrils. She braced her legs as the ground shook to keep her balance; one man had been hit square in the chest with a chunk of wood from the blast, he now lay bleeding heavily, quite dead.

"Who did this?" she asked a woman quietly.

"An old man in a silver mask! He will be the doom of us all I am sure of it." the woman replied with despair.

Vortrix sighed, annoyed; she scanned the minds of people with telepathy, quickly locating the old man she had met earlier; she began to follow.

Lucius did not sense the follower or merely did not feel the need to. His eyes kept toward the gates which were watched by many guards and even archers in towers surrounding the town.

As he came closer a huge riot of peasants, men and women stood in his path. They vranidshed everyhing from pitchforks to swords and bows.

"Now, now how do you all know that I will go down without a fight?" Lucius questioned.

Some of the riot were frightened by his snake-like tone but they stood their ground.

"I'm sorry but you all won't be able to kill me...At least not today." Lucius chuckled as he spun his sceptre.

Electricity began to form around it as a large portal ripped from it. It was a swirling mass of red and black.

"Farewell." He finished, stepping into the portal and dissapearing. Slowly it began to close up but not completely yet...

There was the ever-quickening thump of bare feet against cobblestones as Vortrix picked up speed. Bewildered peasants watched as she launched herself through the portal before it closed completely.

"Was that girl one of them Star-Spawn?" one peasant asked anyone who was listening.

"Aye, Eric, it was." A low voice growled.

"Well you would know, wouldn't you, Moon-Spawn?" Eric remarked snidely.

Eclipse punched Eric hard arcoss the face, shattering the peasant's cheekbone; Eclipse was a tall man with a lean frame, his skin was the same colour as Vortrix's but his pulsed with mysterious purple veins.

Lucius leapt from the portal which had transported him and the girl past the gates near an open field. Landing quickly on the soft grass, he spun around and began to spin his sceptre quickly to close the portal.

Something was stopping it. He kept spinning it, unaware that someone had followed him. The portal kept spinning as it stayed the same size and length. Lucius's magic was strong but it seemed futile.

"Grrr...What is going on here!?" He roared at the sky, still spinning his sceptre as the protal began to finally close.

While Lucius was distracted with rage, the portal spat out Vortrix and she landed on the ground in a rather ungraceful heap. Looking up, she quickly became invisible and darted off to the side.

She levitated a few inches off the floor, so that there were no footprints in the grass. If Lucius knew she was there, it would only be the difference of her that he would sense, the unknown magic she radiated.