Michael
*His discovery made him a bit shocked, his lust for battle was strong, causing such radiation of darkness. He dropped down, and once he dropped, he began to slowly change form... Darkness began to envelop his body, and the presence he once released had turned into an immeasurable pressure. It was as if a monster, looking like a boy, a deceiver, a fallen angel, wickedness coursing throughout the forest. A loud roaring storm, the sound of thunder, booming, but there was no change in the sky as it had already been night. As he dropped to the floor with elegance, darkness creating him into a tear drop of black, an ember of the abyss, he had transformed... The radiance of which was incomprehensible. It was as of witnessing a high ranking demon. Exuding such evil that once would even grow sick from staring at him for too long. Even so impious that the gods may avert their gaze to avoid such atrocity. 

He raised up his hand into the air, he wasn't gonna use his sword. Arcs of dark energy crackled against his forearm, as darkness began to well up from the base of hid wrist. He held it up as if a weapon. It formed into a large blade manifested of true utter darkness. It was purely magic, though apart of his physicality. A complex composition of both demonic body, and dark magic. He was about to smack the blade down into the creatures, twisting his wrist so that the blade would face its wide side. A wide area, in order to complete disperse, or even eradicate those before him. They may not be meek prey, but his transformation had caused a significant change in behavior. His body was encroached with darkness, creating a collared like clothing, claw like hands those of fingers with talons, and feet animalistic. That of a dragon's or beast. 

He soon attempted to strike the creatures at hand, a powerful slash, a combustive smash. He wanted to eradicate them quickly, as he grinned widely. Sadistic, cruel. There was only cruelty within his mind. An abyssal void that only stared.*

*A shadow, born of void, born of darkness, summoned as a creature, a monster, a beast, a weapon. The iciness of his stare only defined one thing. That of a predator, one who only craved to cause suffering and agony. Exuding such terrible and wicked desire, his voice finally speaking. Quiet, but a whisper of oblivion.* 

"Become one... With non-existence."
Orlando
*While one is foolish enough to attempt to charge Valac head on, the other, not so much. In one fell swing the battle-hardy creature is promptly decapitated. However, instead of a blood show or even a convulsing body. It simply poofs into a black smog, seemingly unharmful. The second one then lets out a mocking chuckle as if fades into the shadows, not leaving a single ounce of trace behind. Then the winds around the area pick up and the leave that lay on the trees rustle, as if screaming for danger.*

"Careful!" *The small voice squeaks. It is nearby but it's owner still invisble.*

*Valac will feel a cold breath on his neck. Yet should he turn around, no one will be there. A tiny claw etching its way up his spine. Should he feel, nothing will be touching him. Sparks of blackened smoke appear around the old tree. A bit of movement within and underneath the roots. Where both creatures stood are patches of decayed grass that looks like it hasn't had water in years. The odor, now rotten. Like a corpse nearby with its scent being picked up by the wind. Then another bout of laughter with Valac's own words being repeated behind him.*

"Head! Watch out for head!" *The tiny voice warns again.*

*One creature may not even be truly dead, the other somehow missing from action. At least so it appears physically. But there is a grim presence here and when the game of shadows are at play. It will be a brutal fight to determine who gets to pull the strings. For the only thing that feels real in this area of these woods, is the very voice that had yelled for help prior, who currently is giving warnings.*
Michael
*Upon hearing the voice, the cold breathe on his neck , the sensations he felt... It felt distracting rather than horrifying. He was focused on the hunt, while some small voice would create a slight annoyance to him. He continued his onslaught, he changed the shape of the blade, into a large tendril, and used a wide range strike, attempting to strike the tree instantly, bringing his hand back and swiping it across the field. He was devoid of paying attention to his head through evasion, rather... 

The darkness that encroached his body entirely, would begin to react, as if preparing itself to respond if such a thing would occur. He began to make his approach quickly. His steps silent, yet wisps of darkness would disperse from his feet. He was slightly disappointed that there was of no agonizing reaction. In this state he desired cruelty, and such a lack of it proved useless to... "Have fun". He was gonna end this quickly, rather than enjoy the battle.* 

"I guess I have to finish this..." 

*His voice sounded of disappointment, his once sadistic grin, filled with absolute desire to inflict as much pain as possible had changed to one of complete hatred. If he missed his strike, attempting to strike the tree, or if it was blocked, he would recoil his strike, and dissolve the large dark, whip-like tentacle back within his hand in order to take his blade out next, and cut the tree down with force. Knowing that if he were a mere human, it would prove difficult. Though, the voice that spoke, he had recognized partially to be the one that was speaking to him now. As much as their presence was apparent, their physical manifestation or appearance did not draw his attention in order to assess it as danger. He was trying to close himself quickly against the distance of the tree. The one that seemed corrupted, twisted by death. He did not care of its odor, that of rotting. All too used to it. He wasn't the one to be easily swayed, or disgusted, even from a mere odor.*
Orlando
*As the elder tree is sliced, wails of agony can be heard as small spirit wisps float out from it's oak and fade away. This paired with menacing laughter, the little critter from before reappears nearby. Though not entirely in front of him. The strange being stands about fifteen or so paces back, just at the edge of the clearing's horizon. It's orange specks appear on its body, it's body twitching as a wicked grin grows across its face. It grows wider until it looks as though the jaw may dislocate, but stops just before it seems like anything will crack.*

"Naughty naughty~" *A voice nearby coos. It isn't coming from the little shadow creature nor does it sound like the creature who asked for help.*
"Destroying the elder wood will accumulate bad karma." *The voice continues to sing.*

*Ding, ding!*

*The sound of wood colliding against the ground can be heard and standing above, on a nearby branch is an interesting creature. It stands about 3 ft. Tall, it's face completely concealed with the exception for it's glowing red eyes. It is cloaked, the fabric vibrant despite it's mocking tone. It stands proud even in the face of the living embodiment of death. It's eyes narrowing as it focuses deeper onto Valac as it holds out its hands. Tiny strings like silk web attached to the shadow creature down below. The puppeteer has been revealled.*

"You tread in dangerous territory stranger. It is forbidden to strike the sacred oak that makes these woods." *It snickers as it's little puppet begins to do a tiny dance, mimicking Valac's past movements in a mockery.*

*It's head then turns as it looks quizzically at the stranger. Shoulders that bare grim thoughts, the hunger for power that spans the will of the gods. It grows curious as it is careful. It is clear that the origin of the creature has made a projection of itself. So even if it is attacked, the creature will not fade as it's true body isn't anywhere near the clearing. Yet it does not seem inherently aggressive though it does not put it past it to partake in mind games.*

"A naughty guest indeed~"
Michael
"Bad... Karma...?" 

*He blinked a few times, before slowly grinning, his smile becoming quickly sadistic. Starting to laugh, before it became maniacal. He thought it was the most amusing yet most impudent thing he had ever heard. His entire life, ever since he was born was always bad karma. He's a demon. He did not care, as his laugh began to quiet down. He looked with a bit of a frown soon speaking his mind, and with coldness, lacking any sort of empathy or emotion like he used to be. This side of him was due to his transformation.*

"You know nothing of me." 

*He spoke as he began to slowly walk toward the short figure. The darkness on his body began to make sounds of crackling, constriction. It was imbued with rage. His steps grew heavier, and heavier. The darkness began to react quickly down, as if a torrent of wickedness would begin to spiral around his arm.* 

"Just shut the fuck up with your nonsense." 

*It seemed that he did not care for what this short figure said, his approach gave off grand hostility and vulgarity. It was like the small figure had beckoned a monster. That of incomprehensibility. What looked like a boy, was not just some mere fool. His speed began to grow faster and faster. He was planning on ripping the being to absolute shreds, and inflict the highest of agonies. He was bad karma. He was of evil. He was of terrible fate. The mark on his forehead finally grew into its maximum size, a contorting mess spiraling into the center of his forehead. It felt cold, it felt awful to stare at. Sickening. Impious in its radiation. He was going to finish this quickly, as he had grown absolutely unamused by the short figures attempt to stop him from doing anything. The spiraling darkness around his right arm formed into a distorted blade, ugly in nature, but sharp as the wind. He was truly an aberration. He didn't care of what the small being had in mind, and unstoppable force.*
Orlando
"You have made a grave mistake intruder." *The puppeteer chuckles as it quickly lunges into the air, phasing out of sight just as it's puppet below merges into the ground like a shadow.*
"The haze will deal with you soon." *It sings before the area is enveloped in complete silence.* 

*Where Valac has stepped, the ground around his prior steps are charred. Left to rot from the very negative energy that consumes him. The woods here are sensitive to shift changes in the weave. It will reject a virus if need be. But as of now, it is dormant. For better or for worse, Valac seems to be left alone for now. There are no more shadow denizens nor are there any puppeteers linger about to mock him.*

*Yet in all the voice that once asked for help, it's little owner finally makes an appearance. A tiny wisp, a fae spirit that peeks it's head around one of the torn roots of the elder tree Valac had torn into. He may be taken by his own bloodlust, but somehow he did do a good deed. At least for now. It's bright white eyes dance around the area before looking over at the demon himself. It's tiny hands clutching onto what wood is left as it retreats into itself. Barely noticeable except for the light that it reflects off of it's glowing body.*

"Brr... Brr... Bad fae... Brr, brr... Gone." *It whispers as it's tiny wings curl around it's body.*
"Big scare man." *It continues, now talking to itself.*

*Unlike the past fae, if that is what those even were. This creature seems virtually harmless, weak even. Yet there are none like it around and it seems unable to speak in complete phrases. But it is at least sentient enough to communicate and express what little emotions it can. It twinkles underneath the shrubbery and moss around the root it keeps under. Murmuring small words filled with anxiety. As it clearly does not know what to do.* 

"Find witch... Find witch..." *It continues to itself, slowly inching away as it nervously whispers to itself.*
Michael
*He seemed quite enraged at the fact that little being had escaped. He believed it was a coward, cowardly enough to not face him entirely. He let out a roar, smashing his blade of darkness into the ground and digging up a large hole before the blade quickly dissolved back into his hand. He growled like a maddened beast, before he began to regain his composure, holding his forehead. He looked to be in a slight bit of agony. Not of the char that was left underneath the darkness of his feet, but rather the mental strain this form was taking on him. He knew he couldn't get out of it yet, since if he did... He'd probably pass out. He had to maintain the form until he was able to finish the objective. 

He turned his attention to the blue glowing hues of what seemed to be a wisp. His hostility ceased, not letting off any sign warranting of desired carnage or harm. He approached the wisps slowly and requested.* 

"As you desire..." 

*He placed his hand on his chest before a bit of a polite bow. Almost similar to that of a butler. Yet he raised his head, and bore no hatred towards the little being. Honestly, for the first time... He thought it was slightly adorable in its features. He remained a good distance, to show he had no intention of harm, but to aid. Nonetheless, if he discovered this witch, he can probably let go. Returning to his original form, knowing the physical burden that may follow. Even retaining this form in order to maintain consciousness, it was eating away at his mind. 

He was thankful of Noctis for even being able to reach this point, and with his practice able to handle such a form of wickedness. A form that even the gods would be disgusted by the look of it. He awaited for a reply from the somewhat intelligent, yet harmless blue being. He was on a timed clock, as the longer he remained conscious in this form, the more corruption he'd have to endure. He can last a some of time, after that battle the weight of this ability was proving a hinderance.*
Orlando
*The wisp has to double take when Valac approaches it. It's eyes widen in a moment of panic, waving its arms wildly before tumbling backwards and setting its hands over its eyes. But seeing as he means it no harm, peeking past the cracks in it's fingers. It slowly lowers its palm and gives a quizzical look over at the stranger. Again, it begins to murmur to itself. Twiddling its fingers as it now seems unsure about its savior. Slowly bringing its gaze up to the damaged tree and then back down at Valac. A stranger of such destruction can surely be fickle. So it groans in discomfort before finally lowering its guard slightly and turning back to face him.*

"Safe!" *It yells in a childlike tone, extending its arms outwards.* "But very sad!" *It continues, now pointing at the tree.*

*Fae are in tune with nature, so when any ounce of it gets hurt it is expected they feel it too. Though it seems to lack a visible mouth, with the way that it's head is held low. It appears to depict sorrow and it slowly hobbles back towards the tree. Gently rubbing the overgrown root before looking back at Valac.*

"Forest cry!" *It continues before looking around, now stepping forward. Though it stumbles and nearly faceplants underneath the grass. Falling from its spectral cloak is a small bundle of blue petals. While such an item wouldn't stand out particularly. The petals have a strange luminescent glow, so they must be magical. The spirit is quick to scoop them back up however. But why would such a little creature have them and what could be their purpose? It mumbles to itself before tucking them away, giving a small shake to its head.*