The Illuma household was one that based itself around mystery and the like. Their powers were always a hidden factor from others. That would include even the likes of their allies. This was nicely coupled with their introverted nature. An entire house of quiet individuals who will only show themselves to those they're comfortable with. Leaving an even bigger shroud over themselves for those that aren't close to them. That would include most of their enemies in this civil war.
Despite all this, the Illuma Household was still widely known for their specializing in Illusionary techniques. And it would seem they take this ability of theirs very seriously. Even becoming grand illusionists and actors in their attempts to fit the famed role.
Their history is rich within the clan as they're responsible for the camouflage the clan uses to keep most of their territories hidden and safe. This makes the inside of the clan itself look like the basic, vast cosmos that one would see on their way to Luminaria. Making it look as though it's abandoned to anyone besides clan members and those given special permissions. Boasting their overpowering illusion abilities, ones potent enough to almost function as if they were real. And even though their Illusionary prowess was this powerful, it still had low functionality in battle due to this not being a part of their origin concept. Still makes for one of, if not THE GREATEST defensive strategy the clan of Luminaria has seen.
Currently, those same actors have dropped their character portrayals and have gone on the deep end. Revealing their true nature and strength amongst the few who agreed to hide their true capabilities. Taking the battlefield by surprise and releasing a storm the corrupted could not hope to snuff out. This made it painfully obvious that the Rebels wanted to gain the upper hand within this battle without so much as giving the corrupted a chance to gain any ground back. This could quickly be achieved by knocking out or killing all the leads of the corrupted Houses. Putting their opponents in a tight bind with more rebel captains to deal with. It'd be an assured victory so long as everyone played their role correctly. But one must know that this is true in a sense of vice versa. Neither side could afford to allow the other to gain too much of an upper hand.
Triharty: "It seems I've run into quite the despicably harsh situation. One opponent is pretty much on my level and the other is close enough. Gaaah, so be it!"
Doc-Martin: "Ah, don't worry, bruv. Zolib'Omen is here to ensure our side wins, just worry about me."
Zolib'Omen: "Just make it quick, our Fusions and Mergers don't last forever."
Doc-Martin: "Will do, young strifer!"
Triharty: "Show me what you can do at your full powah then, Doc!" *PEW*
Doc-Martin: "Sure thing, but I'll make sure you regret making this actor drop his act!" *PEW*
Their right elbows meet head on, spreading their massive waves of acid and pure essence. It crackled and smashed the very space around them as the very multiverse they sat within now shook. More than three-thousand universes were now at their mercy. Becoming the very balance that can break, or restore the natural state of these many universes. It became even more apparent once the two began throwing their elemental essence all over the place. Releasing a torrent- no, an absolute FRENZY of strikes towards the other. The countless explosions made it seem as though their singular battle was an actual war between two armies, boasting thousands of soldiers. It even interrupted the likes of Billiam and Maliik who had officially exited the Clan's territory.
Maliik: "Hmph, seems as though the good ol Doc finally made his move. But who would've known a good chunk of his House would be in on the whole thing."
Billiam: "Your companions are a real nuisance, you know that?"
Maliik: "Yeah, but… so are you." *Glare*
Billiam: "Cheeky bahstahd-URGH!!!" *FWIP*
Maliik and Billiam continue their fight where no one could interrupt them, nor break their rhythm. In the meantime, we zoom into the inner quarters of the battlefield where the Illusions and Lizelitte's sisters could be found. All three sisters and three Illusions were ones who played the part of Actor/Actresses. Their opponents now have to deal with an opponent far beyond what they had expected. Leaving the corrupted warriors at a horrific disadvantage as of now.
Lizelloaa: "Now that we've dropped the act, sistahs. I'd say we find us some nice little morsels and rip'em limb from focking limb!"
Power Scale Level: 50
Birthright: Build-up
Element: Gas
Study: Wings of the Builder (Treasure/Pact Class)
Age: 325,985
Lizellynn: "Oof, come now, sistah. They're still our brothers and sisters of the clan. Let's keep that as a last resort, yeah fock-knockle?"
Power Scale Level: 50
Birthright: Build-up
Element: Gas
Study: None
Age: 325,985
Lizelluxx: "Geez, both you idiots are too vulgar for your own good. Let's just do our part and try not to die, I guess."
Power Scale Level: 50
Birthright: Build-up
Element: Gas
Study: None
Age: 325,985
Lizelloaa: "Ok ok, let's mow their numbers down before their superior push power starts to make a difference."
Lizelluxx: "Rightio then, shall we?"
Lizelloaa: "Indeed!"
Lizellynn: "Let's go!"
All three: "Illusionary Gas Field!"
A huge helping of yellow gas shot out from the bottom of their feet. Encasing the entirety of the House of Beel within a thick veil of gas. Capturing slightly more than half their forces within this veil. It was then that the triplets dove into the gas and blended with it as if they were always apart of it. Almost as if they had just returned to their original form and body, only to find an insidious amount of adversaries within. Viruses ready to be purged by the white blood cells.
Rebecca: "Tch, what's with all this gas!? Mental Zenchi! It looks as though it spreads endlessly in every direction!"
Lizelitte: "My little sisters have spread our shared element all over the House of Beel. They even went as far as to make it yellow, instead of our disgusting shade of green."
Rebecca: "Ah… this spells trouble for my- wait. D-Did you just say little sisters!?"
Lizelitte: "Innndeed I did, Rebecca, dear. I hope your Mental and Presence Zenchi are of the level needed to stop my advance." *swish*
Rebecca: "Damn… whaaat an absolutely ridiculous amount of bullshit this is. Bloody hell!!"
She watches as Lizelitte becomes one with the gas around them.
She and her sisters could use this as a way to travel anywhere or anything the gas may be coming into contact with. In the case of Lizelitte… this meant any and everywhere around Rebecca herself. She looked around and around to see if she could predict where a strike would come from. But all she could see was the yellow gas before her. Even when she could clearly view herself being attacked, it was nothing more than gas striking her with a temporary solid form. With this insight and information, she knew she could only sit and bare the brunt of this assault until she could get a good read on Lizelitte.
On the other side of things, Lizelitte's younger sisters were putting more than ten members of the corrupted houses through the same crisis. Attacking them with strikes of all kinds. Coming from every direction imaginable.
"We need to do something about this damn gas- GAAAH!!!" The White Luum yelled as she was blown away by several strikes from all directions.
"WHIIIIITE!!! You sniveling little cun- KYAAA!!!" The Silver Luum yelled out just before she was peppered by a volley of strikes delivered by Lizelluxx and Lizelloaa.
Yells and screams of frustration swept across the entire battlefield as this onslaught continued. Lizelloaa, Lizelluxx, and Lizellynn were all busy using their control of the Gas concept to its fullest. Brutally assaulting any out of everyone that now found themselves on the wrong side of this fight. They were accurate, better to say dangerously precise in their strikes. Making sure to keep their veil up as to not allow anyone from the enemy side to catch wind of their movement through the gas cloud. To make matters worse, the Illusions had joined in on the chaos. Running rampant as they dive through the holes within the cloud left by the triplets. Allowing them free roaming freedom to launch attacks and not get caught within the blinding gas itself. The other members of the Rebellion were on standby until the triplet's technique was done running its course.
Rebecca: "Bullocks! I can't get a clear read on the concept nor essence, making it impossible to adapt and use my concept to counter this!" *Fmm* *fwsh* *POW*
A strike made it through her guard and hit her square in the face. Causing her to fall over from the force put behind Lizelitte's strike.
Lizelitte: "It has to feel utterly frustrating to be in such a predicament, huh?"
Rebecca: "Tsssk!"
Lizelitte: "Watching as you and your comrades get pushed into a corner? Watching as all this ambition generated by your conniving leadah? Watching as the Rebels you have all underestimated turn the tides of battle on you bastahds? How frustrating… in~DEED!!" *fwiFWIP*
*POW*
Percival: "Mhm… how interesting. Hmph, anyways… are you alright, Chasie?"
Chasie: "All good Percival, nothing a little rest can't fix. Though I'd be better off not going after Billiam again."
Power Scale Level: 53
Birthright: Shield
Element: Obsidian
Study: None
Age: 40,678
Percival: "Indeed, but I need you to get ready. An enemy powerhouse is about to break all this up."
He holds out his hand to help Chasie rise to their feet.
Chasie: "Who the hell has the power to stop the combined technique of FOUR whole fighters within the 50s!? They're all massive multiversal threats, just like us!"
Percival: "If you actually think about it, there's a few on the enemy side with the power to do so."
Chasie: "Nrgh… that's true. But-
Percival: "One of those few have the ability to command gas at even higher levels than those four. I've even had the pleasah of fighting this powerhouse."
Chasie: "Shhhhit… you don't mean…"
Percival: "I do."
???: "I may be occupied here, but I have more than enough material here to disperse such a foul cloud." *Ffffff-WIP*
Lizelitte: "Hm!? (What's this odd yet enormous essence I feel?)"
Lizelloaa: "Hey, do you two sense that?"
Lizellynn: "Yeah, but… what is it?
Lizelluxx: "It's gotta be trouble. Our… gas is being… affecteeed."
Lizelloaa & Lizellyn: "WHAT!?"
Dawn: "Tch… that odd essence you were building up. Was it for the purpose of disrupting my guy's efforts?"
Diane: "But of course. They'll have to keep from doing any further unnecessarily big moves with their Gas elements from here on out!"
Dawn: "As if I'd allow you to just have your way when it comes to that."
Diane: "You're welcome to stop me, dear. But you're far too late for this one! Inhale!"
Dawn: "SHIT!!"
She watches as Diane absorbs all the gas from the surrounding area. Taking in all the gas created by Lizelitte and her younger sisters. They had successfully given her quite the meal to feast upon. Wasting their power and adding to her own. Her effectiveness and mastery over this concept allowed her to keep an upper hand above anyone else on this battlefield when it comes to this specific concept. But even she was too late in stopping this, seeing as two members from a corrupted house had been either knocked out, or killed during this. Hard for Diane to tell when she could honestly care less.
Percival: "There she goes."
Chasie: "Tch!!"
Lizelitte: "Damn that wench. Diane can be quite the handful even when you're not the one fighting her!"
Rebecca: "Yeah, she's a scary one alright. Well… when she's not on your side that is, hehe!"
Lizelitte: "AaaHeHE, yeah… whatever you cheeky little bigot. I've had my fun anyway!"
Rebecca: "Good, let us… continue then!!"
*kaBLOOOM*
The gas has been completely cleared out and absorbed by Diane. Dawn increases her strength to ensure that Diane could no longer interfere with other battles. In the midst of this development, the Illusions began to take the offensive using their unique abilities rather than relying on their leader's prowess to create a path. The leader of the Illusions went ahead to set an example. Taking on the Platinum Luum, better known as Father Neal.
"It'd be a mistake coming after me like this, boy!" Father Neal claims as he turns his armored, right arm into a gigantic, mythical blade.
Father Neal: "Know your place, Captain Lucas Illuma. I'd hate for your family to have to bury you!" *SWOOSH*
Power Scale Level: 48.5
Birthright: Platinum
Element: Platinum
Study: Platinum Star Suit (Embodiment/Clothing Class)
Age: 678,001
He swings his blade down at Lucas as he approaches.
*TIINNNG*
Lucas: "Apologies, Neal. But I have a team to inspire so we can take down those that forced you to commit such atrocities!"
Power Scale Level: 46.5
Birthright: Thief
Element: Light
Study: The Void Chain (Treasure/Manipulation Class)
Age: 99,620.5
He manages to block the attack by simply stealing all of its momentum and force.
Father Neal: "Noble my boy, very noble actually. Downright heroic to say the least. But they have some of our families and as I once said to Ladies, Katrina and Divina. I have vowed to help Sir Meachie out of that predicament! In order for that to happen, you all must win here or DIE for our cause!!" *fwip* *FWOOP* *POW*
GWUAARGH!!!" yelled out Lucas as he gets sent flying from Father Neal's passionate, yet devastating strike.
It reminded Lucas that he and his colleagues were not the only ones receiving the short end of the stick here. That they were not the only ones with just reason for fighting and seeking justice. This only motivated the aspiring God even more. For he was a true agent of justice and wished to bring about salvation for his fellow Luminarians. He began stealing light and dragging it into himself. Fueling his attacks as to counter the hellfire of strikes that Father Neal has unleashed.
???: "Captain Lucas! *FWOOSH* Hm!?" *WHAM*
Bronze Luum: "Quite the reflexes you got there. Now then, it's best you worry about yourself, Tiara!"
Power Scale Level: 45.5
Birthright: Corrosion
Element: Bronze
Study: None
Age: 23,691
Tiara: "Sheesh, nothing but insignificant ants getting in our way."
Power Scale Level: 43
Birthright: Challenger
Element: Light
Study: Leveling Fiend (Treasure/Creature Class)
Age: 111,884
Bronze Luum: "Ah, shut your mouth and fight, bitch!" *FWOOSH*
They burst into a frenzy amongst frenzies. Clashing about as they exit the territory of the Beels House. The other Illusions and a few members from the corrupted houses. Explosions and massive impacts tear the space around them to shreds.
The same could be witnessed in the far distance. Waves of destruction spreading about as two colossal forces go head to head. Doc-Martin and Triharty were attempting to overtake the other in a show of dominance. Triharty sent waves of pure essence towards Doc-Martin. Each shot was laced with a link that would feed more information to Triharty. Making it more difficult to actually use techniques that can succeed against him. He'll have the knowledge of how they work. Doc-Martin made sure to pierce each and every shot using his rapier. A golden blade with a blackened tip, its hilt gave off a resemblance to that of a coiled up flower. One that was ready to bloom at any moment.
Triharty: "Hm… this truly isn't going to be easy, huh? You and your family are nuisances!"
Doc-Martin: "Tuh, I know!"
Zolib'Omen: "Doc is beyond belief… a truly powerful combatant."
Their speed increased drastically, allowing them to become blurs to even that of Zolib'Omen. More explosions were caused as light waves and balls of acid laced with light went flying about. The explosions spread like a streamline through the empty void. Erasing even the very space itself from around them. Triharty pulled out a twin blade and began to spin it about. Creating a field of light and ultrasonic waves that disrupted all attacks before him.
Doc-Martin: "Ah, so you do have a weapon handy. Good!" *PEW*
Triharty: "Hmph. (Rushing in like that… what does he hope to accomplish?)"
"Pierce."
Doc-Martin thrusted his blade into the tornado-like wall placed around Triharty. He used his Zenchi to break throughout their exchange. An attempt to adapt to the essence of Triharty, if even just a little. It seemed to work, as his rapier could create a hole within the wall. Triharty increased his power to try and push Doc-Martin back. But Doc was more than ready for that and used his acid to keep the hole open. This was only possible due to his adaptation to the essence of Triharty. The rapier drew closer to Triharty who decided to use his twinblade to guard against the attack. Their collision forced the wall of essence to disperse.
Triharty: "Difficult, truly difficult indeed!"
Doc-Martin: "Heh… I know, bruv!"
Doc-Martin thrusted at Triharty several times over. Having his onslaught guarded against by Triharty's twin-blade handling. Doc-Martin could see that his defenses were of the highest level and decided to pivot as he struck. Quickly turning it into a dance, one that threw Triharty off a bit. Allowing Doc-Martin to get a few knicks in during his advance. This was a turn of events that quickly angered Triharty, brewing a large amount of irritation within the information broker. He used the little knowledge he gained on Doc-Martin's techniques. And made sure to use it as a way to defend against any and all attacks. Clashing and countering several hundred blows, ascending deeper into the void along with Zolib'Omen and one other.
Doc-Martin: "Hmph… seeing as I'll be occupied with you, I guess it's a good time as ever for this command."
Triharty: "Huh, what command, you twit!"
Doc-Martin: (Babe… tell your sisters, The 5 Illusions, and Drake that it's time!) "Heh, you're about to see, bruv!" *ting* *TING* *PRCH*
Lizelitte: "Hmph, will do, darling!" *WOOSH*
Rebecca: "What… the. Hey, get back down here!"
Lizelitte had leapt above Rebecca's strike. Landing on top of a broken monument. She bowed in a taunting way towards Rebecca before looking upwards. Letting out a strange whistle that caught the attention of every Illuma House member around the battlefield.
Lizelloaa: "Mhm… seems brother Doc and sister Lizelitte are ready."
Lizelluxx: "Yeaaah, let's get this over with, guys."
Lizellynn: "Sounds good, the Illusions have already begun to build their essence up."
Drake: "Hey guys, run offense for a bit. I have to assist my family with quite the surprise. We're about to take over this damn battle, yeah!?"
Maeli: "Will do, Drake. Take care of it!"
Drake: "Right!"
Lizelluxx: "Seems my son has done the same…"
All three: (They're about ready to go sis!)
Lizelitte: (Good, let's begin.) "Sorry, Rebecca, but I have a war to turn around."
Rebecca: "As if I'd allow you to- *swi-TOW* What… the hell!? (A Galactic Falcon-squid tentacle?? But when did she…)"
Lizelitte: "Confused?"
Rebecca: "Hmm!? Tchss… what have you done, you old twat!?"
Lizelitte: "The first of the many that will plague this battlefield. For this is the…"
Illuma House: "Grand Illusion Mercenaries!"
Lizelitte: "And though they're Illusions… the damage they can cause is very real!"
Triharty: "What was that odd essence you just released."
Zolib'Omen: "Hm…"
(Atomen: "It seems that the members of his house have all come together to deploy one, very large technique.")
Zolib'Omen: "Mhm… that makes sense. (But I wonder what sort of technique they could've used.)"
Doc-Martin: "This technique will weaken your forces."
Triharty: "H'What!!?"
Doc-Martin: "Yes, yeeeess. This is the hole that we of the Illuma name will create!"
The awakening of the Illuma House members have managed to shift the tides of battle even more. Surprising the battlefield with their odd techniques and coordination. Now a technique that requires their entire house's efforts has been unleashed. Just what do they have in store for the corrupted as the Civil war continues??
Next Chapter: The Illumas Create
A Path. Part II