Escape From Otherworld (a/k/a The Borderlands)
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Abandoned Church in the borderlands area
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Abandoned Church in the borderlands area
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*A strange lime green light was glowing in the abandoned church within the borderlands. Several bodies, long thought dead, began to stir. After Hisoka had come and chanted the spell that undid their seals, the long dead bodies began to break through the first layer of their coffins, screams were heard and voices calling each others names as they recognized each other. Confusion and fear became part of the aura of the church and finally, silence fell upon them all as they heard footsteps creaking towards them as someone came in to hush them.*
@cuteallegra @zombienikaidou @zombiemizuno @zombieminamoto @zombiekonno
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*Father Pucci noticed that Hisoka had done the spell release to perfection. His work was definitely reliable and above average. Some other fool would have messed up this initial process. He stood looking at the cracking coffins. He put his hand on each of these making them less concrete and then he hushed the girls in the coffin. He used his stand to put their memories on the DISC. He would grin as the coffins began to break apart revealing the zombie girls.* Humans should spend their life trying to attain heaven. I hope, as humans, you ladies didn’t waste your time, otherwise, you wouldn’t be in my possession. Welcome to your new lives, I am father Pucci. You shall now stand and follow me out of this place and into your new home. And I thank you for rising to the occasion. You will serve me well. *He handed them each some dresses and capes so that they would be able to walk along with him until they reached the the tower which they would ascend and finally, they were to get into a pitch black limousine waiting for them outside. As he stepped into the limo, he realized the girls had the stench of death on them. He looked through his spell book and used a spell to give them a smell that was more human and rosy. It would be temporary but for his purposes, this would do just fine.*
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*As the coffin cracked open, a long dead hand pushed through the lid until a zombie girl began to emerge from the coffin.*
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*A screeching zombie sat up in her coffin, her hands raised in horror and suddenly she heard a priest hush her. She silenced herself and bit at her nails almost bitting off her own fingers. After hearing his command she no longer controlled her actions but simply followed his what he said and obeyed. *
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*Her ghastly screams would stop abruptly as she heard the voice of the one who would lead them out of the abandoned church and eventually, out of the borderlands. The tombstone crumbled and she would climb out of it while dirt and other debris fell from her tattered clothing. She looked at the others that were coming to a certain awareness about their situation but were unable to defy the words that had been spoken to them at the moment. All they could do was follow the priestly figure.*
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*Anxiety, panic but mostly fear. Fear is what made her scream for a long while but it came out as a long wail and it didn’t seem like her. She felt like if she was in someone else’s body, it was disgusting. She punched at her tombstone, it crumbled and she yelled more until she heard the voice of the priest and looked at the other girls. She was afraid, they were zombies. But more frightening still was looking at her own hands and learning she was one of them. Then she remembered how they had been pushed into the caskets and told to sleep. Was it a spell that put them to sleep or something they ate? She almost let out a growl but the look on the priests eyes were scary to her. She silently stepped out of her tomb and followed the others out of the abandoned church.*
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*Guri had returned from the realm of the ogres where her brother punished those that had been used by Lord Satan. She still felt betrayed by their actions even though she knew, they didn’t have much of a choice but she always thought one had to create a choice if there wasn’t one. As she returned to Hades, she met Miketsu and Leilani, they asked her to do an investigation along with them and she had agreed. They traveled together towards the borderlands as she spoke to them about her big brother and the ogres he was punishing. When they arrived at their destination she could understand why they had wanted to come here.* It certainly smells like death. *They walked inside and noticed the broken caskets and took note of everything. *She looks to Miketsu and Leilani* Zombies? *She finds a piece of old clothing and hands it to Miketsu.* @hellgirl-aienma @ginstunetama
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*She walked through a few broken doors and peeked in through the last one.* Someone did some sort of ritual here to raise the sleeping dead. I can still see specks of the dark magick left behind. There was an effort to conceal the magick as well. Could these have been corpses made zombies?
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No doubt, I can smell light scents of their flesh. There were recently dead, it seems they were transported here and made to rise from their graves after a bit of time hidden in the caskets of this abandoned church. We’ll have to trace the scent to the place where these may have been taken. But it’s faint, a very faint scent.
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That means that Guri, you and I need to hurry and follow as much of the trail left behind as possible. The person who raised these corpses must have taken them out of the borderlands. Let us hope the trail doesn’t end there.
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@megumi @auguste @morningstarchild
{Unexpectedly transcends time and space from the Shinjuku Showdown of Jujutsu World to The Borderlands}
In Shinjuku: The first sensation was cold, hard earth pressing against Hanna’s cheek. Then, a dull throb where an arm used to be, a phantom ache that jarred against the sudden, overwhelming taste of grime in her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy, resisting the light – or rather, the perpetual, sickly twilight that seemed to cling to this place.
Fragmented images flashed: A monstrous smile, not her own. The chilling glow of Cursed Energy. Megumi’s face, etched with desperation, reaching for her. The searing pain as her body tore apart. Sukuna. She remembered dying. Or did she? The memory was a sharp, cold jab to her heart, leaving her breathless. And then a flash of colors assaulted her eyes…
In the Borderlands: A soft groan escaped her lips, raspy and dry. “M-Megumi…?”
Hanna pushed herself up, wincing as her muscles protested. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something acrid – like burnt metal and rotten eggs. Ruined buildings, their skeletal frames clawing at a sky the color of old bruises, stretched into the murky distance. This wasn’t the Culling Game colony. This was… worse. The Borderlands. An unknown land with frightening unfamiliar creatures. How was she here? How was she even alive? And a deeper, more urgent question gnawed at her: Where was Sukuna? Is Megumi… free?
“MEGUMI?” She then notices…. “I have my arm?”
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Megumi hears Hanna’s voice, he quickly responds. “Stay down.” The voice was familiar, stoic, yet laced with an unfamiliar weariness. Megumi Fushiguro. He was there, a dark silhouette against a crumbling wall, his back to her, Ten Shadows technique already active. Two Divine Dogs, their fur ragged and eyes glowing, snarled at something unseen within the shadows of the twisted, skeletal trees.
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Suddenly, a massive, multi-legged shadow scuttled into view from behind a collapsed archway – a giant spider, its carapace slick with glistening, green acid. It reared back, mandibles clicking menacingly, ready to launch its deadly projectile.
Before it could, a blur of motion. Arthur Angel, clad in pristine white and gold vestments, despite the grimy surroundings, was already there. Caliburn, a gleaming silver behemoth, sang through the air. With a single, devastating swing, it created a destructive wave of pure energy that cleaved through the spider, dissolving it into nothingness, the acid sizzling harmlessly against the ground.
Arthur landed lightly, his expression a mix of disdain for the creature and a subtle, uncharacteristic tension. He glanced at Megumi, then at Hanna, a flicker of concern that he quickly masked. “These creatures are incessant.”
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The tremor that had rippled through the ruined courtyard at the instant Arthur’s blade struck the stone altar began to subside, and the very air itself seemed to exhale. A faint, wavering heat‑haze rose from the fissure in the ground, bending light and shadow until the world beyond the cathedral’s broken arches became a liquid mirror. From that shimmering veil, two silhouettes stepped forward as if pulled from a mirage, their forms solidifying with a soft, crackling resonance that sounded like distant thunder.
The first figure was a woman who could only be described as a living nightmare wrapped in seductive elegance. Zehellenia who’s aura made her look like she stood a little over six feet tall, her posture radiating a confidence that made the very ground beneath her seem to bow. Her skin was the color of bruised pewter, smooth and slightly luminescent, catching the dying light of the setting sun and reflecting it in a ghost‑white sheen. Twin cat‑like eyes of molten silver glowed from beneath a fringe of hair that was split down the middle: one half a midnight black as the void, the other a stark, snowy white, each strand intersected by a thick, electric blue highlight that pulsed like a living circuit. The hair fell in long, flowing locks, and a gaze that could kill, giving her a perpetually fierce, unreadable expression.
Two short, natural devil horns curled from the crown of her head, tapering to sharp points that caught the ambient mist and seemed to drink it in. Her ears, pointed like those of a bat, twitched at the faintest sounds— the distant skitter of giant spiders, the low growls of unseen monsters that kept a wary distance from the cathedral’s sanctum. A fitted black crop top clung to her torso, its leather weave so slick it reflected the sporadic glints of her demonic aura. Below, sleek black leather pants—tight, reinforced with rows of buckles, straps, and rivets— hugged her lithe legs, allowing her every movement to be both graceful and lethal. Her forearms were sheathed in tight, black leather wrappings, each layer etched with sigils that flickered with crimson fire whenever she flexed a muscle.
In her right hand she gripped a massive greatsword, its blade forged from a black metal that seemed to swallow light, rimmed with veins of violet fire that crackled with a low, menacing hum. The weapon radiated a palpable, demonic aura that warped the air around it, causing the mist to swirl like a living thing. In her left hand she twirled a whip‑like implement, its length a sinuous chain of obsidian spikes that sang a thin, metallic whisper as it coiled and uncoiled at her command. A long, sinuous demon tail flicked behind her, its scales flashing iridescently with each subtle shift of balance, ending in a spade‑shaped tip that sparked with static energy.
Just as the air settled around Zehellenia, a second form materialized beside her, Arthur stood solid, he scanned the surroundings with a wary gaze, his own eyes narrowing at the sudden appearance of Zehellenia. For a heartbeat the two seemed to flicker in perfect synchrony, confirming that the rift had indeed lured both of them simultaneously.
Behind them, the dark gothic cathedral loomed like a cathedral of sins, its spires clawing at the bruised sky. The stone façade was mottled with centuries of grime, and gargoyles perched on ledges, their stony eyes tracking the newcomers. A perpetual mist curled around the base of the structure, rising in ethereal tendrils that danced like ghostly serpents, wrapping themselves around the cracked stained‑glass windows and the broken pews that lay strewn across the altar. The fog was alive with a faint, phosphorescent glow that highlighted Zehellenia’s silver eyes and the hellf fire licking the edges of her sword, casting the whole scene in a chiaroscuro of darkness and otherworldly light.
Around the cathedral’s perimeter, the forest of monstrous denizens kept a respectful distance. Giant spiders, their chitinous bodies glistening with dew, hung from the rafters, their legs trembling as they sensed the shift in power. Larger, hulking creatures—mutated beasts with jagged claws and eyes that burned like embers—paced the outer walls, snorting and snarling at the unfamiliar aura but unwilling to approach the twin arrivals. Their bodies cast long, trembling shadows across the cobblestones, adding to the tapestry of dread that hung over the place.
The whole tableau was a study in cinematic tension. Heavy clouds churned overhead, allowing occasional shafts of moonlight to pierce the gloom, each ray catching on Zehellenia’s silver eyes and the edge of her greatsword, turning them into beacons of lethal beauty. The mist swirled in eddies around her feet, forming fleeting, ghost‑like shapes that seemed to whisper promises of danger and allure. The lighting was moody, every highlight a reminder of the demonic power that thrummed beneath her skin, every shadow a veil for the secrets she carried.
In that moment—after the tremors faded, after the air had shimmered and the two figures had stepped forward—time seemed to stretch. Zehellenia, the powerful demon woman, stood poised on the brink of battle, the embodiment of both danger and temptation, while the solid Arthur , stared back, his own resolve hardening. The cathedral’s dark heart beat in sync with theirs, the surrounding monsters holding their breath, and the night itself seemed to hold its own, waiting to see who would claim the ancient, blood‑stained ground that lay before them. Arthur had seen them first, Zehellenia stepped forward and held back her attack. “What have we here?” she grins “An angel and a hum….”She looks at Megumi with something akin to familiarity.
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Megumi’s eyes narrowed, not at the lingering menace of the Borderlands, but at Zehellenia. A flicker of something – recognition? Confusion? – crossed his stoic features. “Tsumiki…?” His voice was a low growl, laced with a familiar ache and a plea he rarely allowed himself to show. The protective instincts he had for his sister were flaring.
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