Too hot to handle

It was a beautifully day on this planet of endless islands and white sand where the session had just recent shifted from the coldest times its ever been back to its normal temperature. It was the time in-between that set the cooling air of fall back to the warm breezes of summer. Today the sun was especially bright, glimmering with its golden rays along the white hot sands of a national known beach that attracted more then its fair share of tourists, a lively place of Bondi Beach. One of them happen to be the lord of desire himself, Lust. Often found void, one that was ruled with darkness and cold star light between flickers of death laying in time’s thread, today however felt like a different change of pace for him. It had been a while since his had the chance to take a load off, relax and catch some rays to hold his icy body of perfect with some warmth. As always the man's physical form was at its peek in perfection and beauty, laying there near the waters right at the most crowded areas his body shaped little of the sand underneath. His entire form was translated into a state of intangible to the common human senses, while whole they couldn’t see or hear him and would pass right on through if they touched. But he could see them all, he could hear their every beating pulse as it coursed through his whole self, they wanted their desire to surface more then they could ever dream. His sensitive eyes of ocean blue were covered by dark shades that contrasted the shine of his ebony mane.

Lust wore his battle attire for his lovely hens today, little more then a small black short speedo the sin enjoyed the freshness of the air on top his exposed pale flesh, it was quite a sensation to feel on every curve of his muscles and skin. It tingled fourth like a static charge through his body giving him just the tip of good shivers, his hand caressing the edges of his month as he started to water a bit from a breeze kissing him. He rose further from his position before taking in any more stimulation, his belly told him off the hour to feed to which he felt the need to play a bit more first.

Course this area was a kitchen well suited for his needs, half naked bodies all pounding at toxics to their common sense, perfect for a little persuasions. He got up to stand before walking around the massive beaches for a weak minded soul, his body passing though matter as he was unhindered in his search. Minutes passed soon enough, he also took in the nice bods on some of the life guards while given some of the ladies a welcomed gift of STDs to want to spread the love more. It was a tall stranger still oddly fully clothed in the baking sun that caught his eye, just from being near Lust could feel the intense desire towards what looked to be a women playing some basic volley ball. A tender smile rose on Lust’s beautifully face, walking over he kneeled down next to the man. Whispering to his mind the Sin eater empowered those desires well past what his current mind set was.

“…Those white tender milky thighs holding up her large full boom past the angelic face. Come on take it”

He suggested, the powers of beings turning thoughts into desire, the desire into a need that burned like no other thought. The strange clothed man stood up, all his blood rushing to his loins hardened as stone while his brain lacked any other substance for thought. He needed it right now and there was nothing stopping him from getting in his way. Stripping down the man grabbed the girl he was eyeing, taking her wrist and ripping on her bath suit down to ribbons, battling away his mouth assaulted her temple while her screams were heard and reacted to by her friends. However Lust was already well into their ears whispering the same about their other mates, giggling to himself as the misfortune to befall their privates he coaxed the males into a similar frenzy as they grabbed through bromances and ravaged them in the same way.

It was a storm of lust amongst the seven of them, most paired off into groups or mutual assistance while they rapped each other in a glorious fashion. Cowards starting to take notice of this bang while their own fleshes urges on waking at their own sensitivity from Lust’s growing aura empowering their dark thoughts and quickly spreading. The police approached while armed with weapons though the riots seem to be hammering away at them too unable to fully asset the situation. And lust? He just watches on top of a tree laughing at them all while enjoy the feast of energy this show provides.

As the beach orgy reached its peak, as if on que, the sky lit up. A mess of color exploding and then mixing all together until subsiding for a few seconds. Then after a few seconds of peace there was red. The sky burned from a focal point of something falling down upon the world. The fire burned and burned, and many ran screaming from the beach once they realized that was where it was going to land. The only one who did not were those trapped in Lusts power, they continued.

Poor them.

Most did not have enough time to move away, the object fell too fast and collided with the beach at intense speeds. The impact point being coincidentally the orgy itself. The blast from the impact was loud and powerful, a wave of explosive force picked up the sand and blew it outwards, killing most of the beach on impact and any left alive were barely so and ripped to shreds by the sand. The dust did not even have time to settle as figure was launched out of the impact zone and into a home by the beach.

Out of the hole in this home stepped Solomon. Untouched and unfazed by either occurrence. He brushed some debris off of his shoulder and raised his arm and clenched a fist, all the dust in the area condensing into a tomb of sand around the other, condensing it more than should be possible. He walked back onto the beach, his eyes hard focused on the tomb.

Around said tomb was bodies, everywhere. Broken and bloody, distorted and disfigured by the crash. The ones closest too even torched by the heat of the impact. It took a few seconds for Solomon to realize where he was and he silently cured Ezrion. Crisis was one of the few places where Solomon should not be. He just hoped Cain was not too picky at this moment. Another thing caught his eye, a still living power source on the beach. Curious but of little concern to the mercenary.

Over the screams of the running innocents, over the sound of the flaming reentry of the object a sound could be heard. "WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

As the object crashed into the ground the sound ceased, but the moment Solomon was thrown from the smoke an evil cackling started. Though this too was cut short by the dust and sand rising around Ezrion's form before he could even move, creating a tomb around him. This only pissed Ezrion off, even though he and Solomon's fight should technically have ended when they got here.

Ezrion pulsed with power, shattering the sandy prison that Solomon had constructed. Large chunks flew free, crushing some of the bodies, some of whom weren't quite dead. Ezrion stepped forward, Not even showing signs of being wounded. He gestured at the corpses around him, and they rose, flinging themselves carelessly at Solomon. Some of the bodies of these people were also not quite dead, as they cried and screamed as they threw themselves at Solomon, attacking him with wild abandon.

Ezrion turned his head to the side, feeling the presence of another being of power, and stared up towards them, Chaos writhing in his eyes.

Things started to tone into a heated play as they were reaching their climaxes, it was always the tastiest parts of the energy once they reached the high of their senses. In fact so far it was blazing in fire itself, oh wait nope that was the sky, ok good he wasn’t getting in the moment. Lust did need to have some sort of self-control otherwise he would find himself lost in absolute ecstasy without much else but dam it was hard there was just so much fun to be had in himself. Ah yes now focusing back at the sky it appeared as though something was falling out from it, like a really big flaming orb of death that was just about to-

And boom went the dynamite…

The fires replaced with the red of the blood and bodies flying across the white sands of the beach, the heated floors now backing the broken origins of poor humans that were feeding him. Oh well it didn’t look like he was going to get desert after his meal but just what had caused certain was unexpected. Two grown men escaping the firey pits of the blast as if nothing had transpired before them, this proved quite out of worldly experiences considering this was such a normal material plane. Didn’t the gods normal intervene with such a directly display of existence? They must be having an off day.

Lust gathered himself off the tree that now became a blaze with the ruminants of power, they fascinated him thus far though Lust had to admit he hadn’t meet any competent souls outside his family he could honestly expect more then just being a meat bag. One of the two at least felt different then just flesh but he would have to examine this play thing a little further. Strutting over with a spring to his heel and a flamboyant cheerfully grin Sin eater waved at them happily, stopping around a couple of feet before making this encounter any closer then it needed to be…for the moment at least. He dropped the veil that masked himself down, exposure certainly wasn’t an issue for the dead.

“ Why hello there! You boys certainly are a noisy lot coming to Crisis with such a show. What brings you to this backwater world?”

Solomon ignored the words of the third party, right now he had more pressing matters. "You handle yourself well, for being completely inane." With a wave of his hand a gust of strong wind knocked the first wave of bodies off into the distance. With another nonchalant wave of his hand, sand caught and encompassed the remaining living people, however trivial and terrible their existence was. Solomon parted them as he passed and with their cries of mercy he gave them just that.

With each wailing man or woman he passed his sword arm snapped and his blade sliced cleanly through their necks, blood flowing freely into the sand. He swung his blade in the air to clean the blood off and sheathed it as he approached Ezrion. Solomon was done with this battle, neither would gain any ground in such a battle for at least a year. He stood ten feet apart and stared the chaotic being down, only to suddenly and slowly turn his head to face the other.

"You reek of Sin Energy, you must be a Sin Eater. However, you seem much less feral than most of the ones I have encountered." He had encountered five many six in the past five hundred years and most were wild beasts craving to feed of Solomon. He did not like being fed upon. His mind quickly went to Cain, wondering if he was going to show up also. He did have his eyes of Solomon.

Eh the two of them seem to ignore lust which was a little disappointing but to each their own. They would be making a mess if their own lives at this rate anyways if the gods took notice as the mass destructions that lay bear before them. Course if they took notice at all to be more exactly, they really didn't seem to have a good enough security to keep a decent check over lower worlds as much.

Ah well this should rally some attention, Lust certainly did not want to be blamed for this anyway, he was just going on about his normal business eating away at a isolate incident. Best to leave it at that, turning around he was about to leave this sad scene of wasted souls before the wrath of the heavens sought out the criminals here. The less chaotic one appeared to have taken notice of the sin eater after his wrath quilled a bit, course he wasn't any more polite either. Scolding Lust simple turned his head around before greeting this fellow again, his long back face him as well.

"Ahh...thanks? I doubt you've meet any that are like me. Probably more of our minions then anything else really, just normal foot soilders or random offspring."

Ezrion never spared a thought for the lives he threw away at Solomon's feet, nor of the gods who so rarely give a thought to him. He cocked his head at Solomon as he walked closer, but neither man made any indication that they intended to continue the pointless brawl. Ezrion didn't care that it wasn't going anywhere, he merely lost the entertainment he had previously been enjoying.

Turning to the Sin Eater, as Solomon called it Ezrion examined the man. He looked like one who pampered themselves, trying their best to make themselves look as beautiful as they could, lacking in no luxury if they could afford it. Ezrion bared his teeth in a feral smile. He wasn't sure what to make of this man, other than the fact that he was quite.... pretty for a man.

Not speaking Ezrion walked closer to the man, brow furrowed, concentrating incredibly hard for some reason. He reached out a hand and went to poke the man, turning back to look at the devastation he and Solomon caused with their arrival. He looked at Solomon when he finally did speak, directing his words at him. Genuine curiosity clear in his voice. "Why the pretty man no blow up like everything else?"

The larger wilder one finally broke to what appeared to his own fantasy of destruction to make some contact with the sin eater. Lust certainly was not sure about what to do with this one as he came closer, narrowing his brow concerned worried him about this once more so then the other. While Sol appeared to be just as blood thirsty and ruthless at least he did seem to have some level of intelligence, that alone would be easier to break if he needed to. Madness in a sense chaos as so much harder to tame and place in line even for a master. But then again taking a better look the tattoos were nice and he was on good shape. Lust just stood there letting the man poke him once while questioning his intent with it, maybe just to be random but the complement was nice. In response the charming sin held out his hand and attempted to poke the underside of Ezrion cheek.

" Cause pretty things rarely die like that. Pretty people tend to need a little more roughage to get their juices flowing" Lust playfully said while slyly curling his tong and winking at his little fan.