War's Return

Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:03 pm

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Took sometime for him to travel home as Khala had requested, but he made his way. People had already begun fighting around him and beating one another over pointless matters. He suspected his sister was aware, all of them should of been anyways. His vision looked over the city as he pulled a cigarette from his pack and lit as it touched his lips. Inhaling before letting a cloud come from his mouth. Kiriel had found some amusement in what happened in the Australia war, but nothing really happened that interested him that much. He didn't care about the sides or the situations, what puzzled him was Mana's request to see him. They were brother and sister, but she should of known this would happen. Her city and it's people were no better than bickering children with him around. The power his father left him with was a curse more than anything, the strong lasted ten minutes around him. While the weak didn't last long enough for even seconds to pass, if they were near him well it turned ugly quick. Some knew who he was and got away as quickly as possible, they knew what came of staying near Kiriel.

He pulled the cigarette from his lips letting out a skull shaped smoke cloud now his eyes were crimson as blood. Khala would show soon perhaps Mana, these riots were just something that came from his presence good way to know he showed up. Kiriel wasn't hard to find when it came to crowded areas or things like that. His presence of War allowed him to be found with little difficultly. He thought for now when the last time he encountered Mana was, it had been a while he'd not seen her since. Well it had been a while, he decided to take a nap for an interesting war. He pondered what she wanted as well, yes Kiriel was an immensely powerful Demonic force few could match and one of the Elder Brothers that lived. Would he join the royal heirs rank and sit on his rear, that was something that would never happen. Kiriel wasn't the type for sides he fought and killed regardless of side or race. War wasn't something that people could define as capable of a side.

Khala understood it he figured, Kiriel would turn a city over if they amused him like Kakine did. And even go out of his way to warn them about keeping it intact. Nami got away as well, their family did pretty well in that war. He'd heard about the battlefield as a whole, something about a powerful Quincy named Hulderic that was confused did enter his mind. Sing was impressive as well, though she was young and had a ways to go. His eyes remained closed for now as he leaned himself against a wall enjoying his cigarette. Soon he suspected, soon they would come entering the main city was his way of saying he arrived. Kiriel wasn't like the others, well he was like Nami truthfully. He would of liked to remain out of the ugly politics as it dulled the aspect of war. His gaze leveled as the people were starting to get violent now, weapons were being pulled. This little brawl was gonna get out of hand soon, but it wouldn't matter. Kiriel knew they would show up before it got to ugly.

Sat Feb 22, 2014 9:47 am

Artist: DOVA-SYNDROME - Song: うさぎ- Word Count: 1848

The sensation of the familiar smell of instability soon etched itself into the air of the infamous Flow City. Past the rooftops, into the sewers and down the stream; this chaotic sense of war, destruction and bloodlust reached into the entity that was The Demon Queen. While it may yield such horrible, twisted and downright lethal effects on the souls of those with weak constitutions -- for The Royal Demoness...it was an entirely different story. Yes, she breathed Madness, she bled chaos and she utterly WAS discord embodiment. Tearing away at her body like a virus, enveloping itself into the deepest crevasses of her consciousness; this was The Danava of Mayhem & Lunacy. Heart-racing, lips salivating and skin turning warmth; a heartfelt laugh into the darkness would escape from her mouth as the aura of The Danava of War merely set into the motion the enhancement of Mana's own element, bolstered the power within The Wicked Witch and ultimately alerted the dear girl to the siblings arrival into her kingdom.

In response to this outpouring of instability quivering within the nighttime skies, The Mother of Asthavon's saw fit to make an entrance into the shadow's of the city. Leaping from upon the pedestal of her one of many thrones, from upon the tallest skyscrapers throughout the metropolis, The Queen would make her descent into the jaws of lunacy itself. The grin across the woman's lips grew in ecstasy; consuming every ounce of depravity that filled the walls of the her city as if it were oxygen itself. So with a tap, a laugh and a thrust; the glass of this colossal estate on the highest floor would all come crashing down in the shattering sound. The wall which separated The Wicked Maiden from the world had been broken; allowing her to free herself into the flood of mania sweeping the town.

Pulsating, surging and contorting; the energy that generated from this woman was sinking it's claws into the world around it. Generating hollering and jovial shouts that echoed into the the corners of the city; The Mad Queen made her way towards The Danava of War in quite the ecstatic way. The skies shifted from a dull blackness; twisting and mending itself into a brighter shade of emerald green as it became one with the essence Mana. While on the grounds below her feet, this influence caused all bystanders to become enveloped by this overwhelming downpouring of power. Arising from this set of actions, the citizens of Flow City soon found themselves snapping out of the battlelust; as if awakening from a horrid dream. The riots came to a pause, the gunfire ceased and the chaotic winds that were once surging within the city and attempting to come to a peak...all but came to an end.

Instead? All of this overflowing of anarchic turbulence being produced in the metropolis was being redirected, guided and absorbed into the depths of The Danava of Discord And Madness. Akin to a creature relying on water for it's nourishment, so to did Mana drink from the the bottomless extent of the hysteria in the air on this frightful night. Thus, corresponding with the encompassing will of The Mad Queen, visible streaks of red light were seen dashing through the skies until they all converged into the central most point of the city. It was there, positioned within the heavens themselves, where the enforcer of chaos started to materialize for all the moral eyes before her to pay tribute to; as if God Incarnate had arrived on the scene.

In a mist of blackened smoke, the body of The Ruler of Demon World came into view in an explosion of energy that rocked the very Earth below for many miles to come. Forging from this explosion of darkness was Mana's petite body; her white pale skin piercing through the blackness of the night like an illuminating light. Clenching her fist, the first of The Demon's attire to become visible were those infamous pair of slade shaded gauntlets which were The Queen's infamous weapon: "Black Claw Shredder". Popping the newly spawned bones in her neck, the wavy and raven hued hair of the Queen blew ever so softly in the wind as it extended downward towards The Demoness's neck. Exhaling a satisfied sigh, a buzzing sensation crawled up the Mad Woman's spine as a pair of horns that resembled the shape of verberate were seen sporting across her head; each tip made out of three tips joined at the end. Simultaneously, a set of onyx colored wings grew from the woman's back that synchronized well with her black and white theme of color in the attire in which she adorned.

Hence, as the fog dissipated further around Mana's body, a form-fitting dress that was brunet in color and worn together with a dark shaded bolero came into view; the length of her gown extending downwards to the woman's thigh and was seen being accented with a white ribbon on the waist. Lastly, as the final bit of the smoke faded away, a pair of black leggings and black pumps were seen fastened around the demoness's legs and feet. In this moment, once her entire entity was crafted into the city, those gem green eyes of hers opened up to the world and pierced down to strike a gaze into her kin: Kiriel Asthavon. Yes, her dear brother had arrived at long last into the pits of Demon World once more.

The memories are hazy of this elder brother, as the recollections of Hanniel Iahhel seemed to be unable to confirm this man's true bond to her. There was no remembrance of a brother in the household of those human years, no flashbacks coming to mind of him being there during the transformation of the sisters into demon's and certainly no knowledge of him being slain on that fateful night during the Iahhel slaughter by Haniel and Mana's hands. Yet, no matter the lack of memories for the male before her, the blood that screamed from his core shouted out to The Queen that he was indeed her brother and that's all that would be required to welcome The Danava of War with open arms.

Spanning ever since the Australian Conflict, the palpitating beat of another being whom shared the Asthavon's pure blood flowed into the confines of Mana's mind since stepping foot in that continent. Ever since that moment, there has been a desire to encounter this brother of hers to learn of his origins, to understand his persona and welcome him into their family as a whole. Despite being quite the unhinged, psychotic and ultimately unstable ruler that she was; there was still parts of herself that bypassed these functions of the woman's psyche and allowed her to show compassion, love and a desire to stay connected towards those whom she dares call her "family".

It's why there was such a beaming smile across the woman's snake skinned face: there had been a genuine motive of simply reuniting with one extra soul who shares her pool of life in this cold world. Ergo, in this matter, a giggle escaped the lips of The Queen as she made her first two steps onto the ground of Flow City; causing all others in the range to keep their distance away from the two once they fully came to appreciate the radiance of power between these creatures of carnage. Despite the grip of insanity in the air, most had sense enough to keep their distance away as the streets started to become all but empty around the siblings. In this moment? Mana uttered these words out to her brother:

"You're pulling off that robe of chaos well, my dear brother. It seems the transformation into your embodiment of bloodshed has kept your sanity, body and spirit in tact. Quite refreshing, nourishing and delicious to experience, consume and awaken to." Each word that flowed out of The Mad Queen's mouth appeared to be enwrapped within anticipation of the two's gathering; eyes coming more to life with affection as that radiant, green aura of the Demoness's illuminated a blazing glow that glistened within the night. "Yet, as enticing as this sense of lunacy is...it lacks refinement. It is one matter to allow the madness to flow within, it is another to be enslaved by it and let every waking action of it's presence make the decisions for you." Stepping face to face with The Danava of War, a devilish smirk creeped into the face of Mana. Gently, The Queen cusped the cheeks of her dear brother and gazed into his dead eyes with an intent stare of fire behind them.

Being fully in-tune with her element, it was clear as day to The Danava of Discord that this man was not in control of his own power; letting it's influence dictate the lives of those around him without a conscious whim. This fact was easily deduced by how a mere stroll in the city caused such a brief, but loud ruckus from the corresponding element of war that surged within the male. "My, such nice skin you have. Hear me call, feel my hands enter into your soul and entrust your heart to me, brother. As an Asthavon, and one in the circle of chaos, it's time you awaken to the true essence of your power. Allow me to purify you, mend you and give you the control to determine how your origins are enacted into the world around us."

Having spoken those words out into the world, The Queen's free hand to her left started to emit a brilliant white glow as she chuckled ever so slightly. What was the purpose of it? Simple: to inflict a seal upon Kiriel's body to allow him a better reign of creation, influence and overall manipulation of his power to prevent them from constantly being active. Instead? This gift would allow him to fine-tune it, become better harmonized with his element and dedicate when, where and how much of his element of war could be induced into the world. Through Mana's wicked accumulation of demonic magic, a spell like this was within her realm of possibility as she summoned the prowess from Za Koa to guide her in this task.

"Welcome home, my brother. Will you accept this token of my kindness onto you?" Motioning that all powerful seal towards the abdomen of Kiriel, the fate in which his prowess of war could turn was in his hands. Should he choose to go down this path, there may await a greater plateau of strength to await with such a fine-control over the art of war attributed to the depth of command within this seal. If he were to reject this notion? Then things would merely stay the same; keeping steady in the growth of unrestrained, unpolished and ultimately uncontrollable aspects of his current state of strength. It was an unsophisticated approach to Mana, but this was going to be a choice he'd need to live with.

Tue Apr 15, 2014 8:45 pm

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As soon as Mana's digits touched the skin of Kiriel she'd hear it as well. Something thick in chaos it was dripping with the essence of war almost like a heart beat that could be heard through the world. Kiriel's eyes looked around slowly, he knew she could aid him as he softly touched her hands. " Dear sister this heart beat has been plaguing me for sometime, can you hone in on it?" The power to send one's entire power across the very fabric perhaps was worth checking. Kiriel's gaze looked on as his body crackled slightly. He could hear the voice sounding as though it was right on top of them. Mana's contact allowed her to see and hear everything that Kiriel did, the world was red and something about it said this was the aura. It eclipsed the skies as the power pulsated again and again. This world was crimson and centuries of war were flooding it, Kiriel's eyes and ears could detect it through out time almost. But something old and perhaps very dangerous lingered in the air.

His gaze looked around as the heart beat proceeded to echo out as Kiriel's own body was being effected. It was long before the red aura invaded his body slowly, seeping into the sides and causing a glow. It wasn't painful as the voice came once again this time it's words clear. "So madness and war live...interesting perhaps this generation will be worthy after all..Tell ya what boy, I am gonna let you have it..Should be fun to watch but if you ever fail the car is mine." The voice echoing out across the city perhaps even more it was over the area of the entire Demon Country, whatever it was, wasn't something to take lightly. Kiriel listened to the comments booming in his ears, he glanced at his sister as he spoke now calmly. He'd kept the presence of the other secret for the most part but this seeping red aura made his powers stronger than previously. Mana was getting treated to an all you can eat buffet at this point of War. He could feel it the power flooding into his body didn't have interest in control or anything of the like.

Control what was that, he could feel it his power and body were absorbing the aura from the monster like being. Danava of War, he felt knowledge from an age long before his own flood his mind. His sister would get a glimpse of the creature, it sat somewhere in darkness. But it sat upon a throne not moving as it's hair covered the visage. It's white colored hair indicated it was immensely old, how much was not up to question. Eyes glowed red and ages of war seemed to come and go. This was the First, the First Danava of War. The being that represented war since it had perhaps began. Kiriel felt a shiver joy go down his spine, such strong enemies. Almost without thinking he let a bit of his power go without noticing just how much stronger he'd gotten. His lips curved into a rather sadistic grin as red aura covered the entire block they stood on. His sister was getting a full meal perhaps four or five times over.

Demons delighted in the view that he and she were getting, this wasn't something that happened often. Someone old as them or older existing wasn't heard of. Where was this old coot he wanted to fight him. Smiling as he glanced down to his sister, the grin faded a bit. "Sister I won't be able to hold back for too long, my blood's boiling with elation..If you are going to help do it soon..My lust for slaughter is growing stronger.." It wasn't a plea or begging he knew she had a way to aid him. Thus why she touched his face to look upon him and such, Mana was a powerful creature he knew it. They were family, his blood lust was far higher than most creatures. Madness, such an intoxicating element to deal with and he enjoyed it's flavor. His hands lowered letting her do what she wanted as his hands shook. His body was still sucking it in, the First Danava of War was channeling himself from a far into Kiriel's body. This was a merger, his sister most likely detected it. But the Suigura of War existed in her brother as well.

His body was becoming fairly occupied by the beings that upheld war. Their were somethings he didn't know about that were clear while absorbing the first. Mana and his surroundings what was this, it was hard to take it all in. Mana was getting a free view at her brothers view and things he knew. The Suigura of War who was within him was a white haired male who appeared fairly young, though the two shared a similar appearance. The body that Kiriel had began to crack slightly, he looked down at his hands again glancing at his sister now than. "My body can't handle the strain of him, it's changing to fit his power..huh didn't think..any others existed out their with power like this.." To be the Danava of War, cracking and such were normal for War. War represented many things, but growth and development were chief in them. To wage war one needed to become greater than they were yesterday that was the key to becoming powerful in war.

Fri Apr 25, 2014 1:34 pm

Artist: Diablo Swing Orchestra - Song: Zodic Virtues - Word Count: 2021

A sharp pulsation in the air was felt by all those still remaining in the vicinity. It was as if there was a heartbeat aching to be heard by something suppressed within the spirit of Kiriel. Something -- much deeper. Yet -- there wasn't much hesitation to be seen behind the eyes of The Demon Queen. After all, if this force were to become malevolent, Mana herself would have no qualms put a swift end to it. Dealing with many unruly and chaotic forces over the years caused her to become all too adjusted to this sort of threat. As, when you are a person that constantly has to ward off millions of souls bidding for control, domination and the utmost destruction of your body, mind and spirit? Possessive spirits like this become a mundane ordeal. If there had been more to discover? That would mean there is simply more for her to devour and further power to extract for her dear sibling. Not to mention she'd love to indulge in having a bit of fun in the process of assisting her dear brother attain a finer control and appreciation of his strength.

Nevertheless, it appeared to her that Kiriel was still able to speak under these conditions. It appeared to her that there was something definitely starting to sicken her brother. But -- it was the last sentence in the end that made Mana snort a bit. So in response to it, she'd bat a questionable eyebrow at him with the question he posed. Who did he take her for? A mere peasant-classed demon? The Queen felt no doubt in her body that this source within him could be easily horned in on and she'd express those exact words to him as she chuckled quite sinisterly at the same time. "Don't take me for a fool, brother. You should know the answer to that question before you even uttered out of that pretty little mouth of yours."

Across Mana's face were two fangs now being shown to display her obvious delight at the circumstance they were in. In that moment a cackle would escape the lips of The Demon Queen as she licked her lips and proceeded to consume even the crimson skies all around her. Through the outflux of Mana's own energy being unleashed, a green tint soon devoured the entire region for as far as the eye could see. This was a signature effect of Mana's spiritual pressure beginning to arise to the surface and it would serve to stabilize the world around her. While, on the flipside, she'd inject the instability of this dimension onto herself. Being that she was the incarnation of discordia, it was only natural such an event would transpire. Thus, the remainder of the scarlet light was seen being directed into Mana's being; it's dazzling light being sucked directly into her core as the heavens themselves would soon fade back to normal and fill the appetite of the Davana's thirst for madness, chaos and lunacy.

However, she'd soon pay attention to the words that echoed out in the world around her. The enviorment around them gave the impression as if the whole world was being induced within a smug of war, hostility and outright -- lunacy. People grew frightened by the ominous air, others found pleasure in it's overwhelming nature. Henceforth, The Queen would be Snickering over and over again in a fit of her own delirium. Opening her mouth during these laughs would unveil rows of teeth in Mana's mouth turned more shark-like in appearance as she was delightfully charmed by such a threat towards the end of the mysterious voice's statements. While it was quite the grand treat for this enigma to give Kiriel further nourishment into his powers with whatever energy it wielded, The Demoness wasn't quite too keen on it's warning of engrossing her brother for it's own hunger. Thus -- she'd set the record straight in her own atypical fashion and cease her laughter.

"Look, sugah', I'm not exactly sure where your mind is heading at the moment -- but it seems you've gotten a wee bit too drunk on this feast of hysteria. It's all fine and dandy that you desire to protect my sibling. I applaud you for taking up that challenge, in fact. On the other hand, I cannot allow you to claim his body entirely. If I catch wind of a full possession -- well -- you can only imagine. I'll leave it to your imagination to fill in the blanks, honey."

Catching glimpse of the figure within the mind of Kiriel, Mana determined she'd be able to figure out the identity of the foreign figure by accessing her memories of known Davana's. Upon the reign of Mana's rule she had received a vast wealth of knowledge of the physiological of most Demon's and the sub-races attached to it, the origins of the realm itself and a grand understanding of the fundamental aspects of her own powers. As a result of ingesting and infusing sacred runes stored within The Former Demon Queen's chambers, the intellect that Mana yielded was greatly bolstered. Therefore, it wasn't terribly out of the realm of possibility to increase the rate in speed in which her mind could recall information. With an ounce of the dark arts opening the floodgates into this satanic knowledge, The Mad Maiden examined the lore of Davana's and dived into the understanding of The Danava of War.

Zooming back many eons ago, imagery of The First Davana of War soon came to her mind. These runes foretold that he was indeed the first creation to be forged by this construct of battle. Consequently -- Mana metaphysically closed the book on that page. Once bit of information was disclosed to Mana by the runes, everything else soon became all but irrelevant. What was going on here was similar to her own dilemma between the first Davana of Chaos and Discord. Through one means or another, the original spirit of this Danava was still clinging on and the power struggle for balance and control was now officially taking place with his strength beginning to become whole once more. To this fact now being brought to The Demoness's attention? She'd understand perfectly what needed to be done now to ensure her brothers stability, growth and power.

Tapping the navel area of Kirel's body would invoke a emerald colored sigil to come forth to the surface. Following after the moment of that symbol's activation, the flare behind Mana's eyes would become more apparent as they radiated a green illumination. What was exactly going on here? Utilizing the prowess of her skills versed within the arts of demon magic, Mana was able to deduce a formula within her mind meant to suppress the instability of Kiriel's power beginning to take root. This sealing method would act as a leech in order to consume the attributes of Kiriel's origin. By inscribing her own element of Chaos and Madness, this seal would feed off The Daanava of War's influence much like The Demon Queen has already displayed up until this point.

Still, there is more to this seal than just absorption. Internally, there was a second layer inscribed meant to channel into the First Danava of War's power and allow him to direct that power to Kiriel. Albeit, in regards to the presumed threat that was issued, Mana added an additional effect that was meant to filter out the control of Kiriel. The purpose of this would more than likely grant access for the spirit to continue speaking with Kiriel through times of stress and assist him -- but only when given permission by her brother. The meaning behind this was to prevent that conceptual spirit from possessing and attempting to distort Kiriel's psyche and assume full authority over her siblings body. In this way, she'd hope to prevent the same situation occurring with her powers from taking place with her brother.

So to that pressing thought, she'd start on finishing the last attributes of this sealing; causing Mana to exhale a soft sigh. She was relieved to have this over and done with as the final effect of this seal was meant to grant Kiriel the ability to fluctuate his power as he sees fit. Rather it be at 0.0001% or all the way to 100%; the thought behind this was to enforce a more steady management of his powers and give his body time to recover from constantly activating his war-time abilities. As much like a soldier of battle, it is possible to keep fighting and fighting; but there comes a point where the body reaches it's limit, the pressure becomes too much and fatigue is imminent if rest or recovery is not found. Much is the same logic with this functionality of the seal. It would allow Kiriel time to recuperate, while making his powers improve in effectiveness by granting them time to recuperate. Akin to the way an athlete's muscles gets stronger at rest after a hard workout, these "spiritual muscles" are given a space of time to be renewed with new energy and vigor and allow the stress to dissipate from his body and keep Kiriel strong and progressively growing with less strain.

""̴.̀͘ss̛é̶̛ǹ͝da҉̢m͜ ̕y̧͢b ̨͡d̢͝eg͏̸͜r̸̸o̸͏f҉̨͏ ͞t͢͠c̛͜àr̴͘tn̕ó͢c̵͢ ̨eht̵͠ ͡͏èt̛҉̕el̶̵͟p̕͝m͟o͢c͠҉ ̴́d͟n̡҉͞a t̢ì̷ŕ̡į̀p̡s̨͟ s̶̀͞í̶͝h̷̢t҉͠ n͘o҉p̡̡͡u̕ ͜ę̨͜g҉r̀̕ò̵͞G ̵̨͘.e̵̛ć̸į̴̵f̶í̵r* ̛͟c̀a̵͞s̶͘͘ ̵͢҉a̸̢̨ ̷yh̶͏t͟͡ o͠t҉͏ ͜e ̨̡͜v ͞i ̷̨g̨͢ ͢͝I̡ ̶̀,́s͏o͏a ̡͠͏hć̸̡ ̡́fo̡͟ ̵̕g̛n̢̨i͜l̀̕e ́͜è͡f́͞ ͞è̸̕h҉t̵̨͝ g̛n̸͟i ̸͏ḱ̨o̴v̡n̡I""

The concluding phase of this cycle seemed to bring about a great change in the very tongue of Mana's voice. No longer speaking in any known human language, The Queen used an ancient and demonic dialect long since forgotten by Demon World. In order to give her magic the boost it needed to work, The Mad Maiden decided to use this incantation to enhance the strength of her seal over ten times by the power vested within her occult knowledge. And corresponding with this enchantment, a great unleashing of Mana's maddening aura was felt constricting around the area. For like a freight-train in the night, there was an explosive reaction as a consequence of all this occurring. Millions of laughs could be heard all around them, while other demon's were outright fainting due to the unveiling of this aura breaking their very psyche's in that moment.

In a burst of green lightning, what Mana dubbed "The Seal Of War", was being forged and high-voltage strikes of this electricity was sent flying in every which direction but right. On the trails of this would also come a great burst of wind that would blow most away within a given one thousand meter radius. While, all at the same time, Mana's eyes would be entirely consumed by blackness her fangs seem to grow sharper and skin turning much paler than usual. Holding out her hands that were engulfed by a black flame, she'd keep them spread out in a horizontal fashion for a few moments. Then, she'd slam them together and as a burst of olive shaded hieroglyphics started to surge outwards from Mana and inwards into Kiriel like a torrential downpour towards the seal in order to close it with yet another expressed incantation.

Tilting her head to the side, a gleeful smile would then creep across The Demoness face. For, as soon as the storm came, all would become silent as the last of the seal was crafted. The skies regressed to a blue shade, while the air became very silent; save for the static of a few remaining sparks of lightning leftover in the distance. Even Mana's own energy had reached a stagnate point; as the blackness within her eyes soon started to dissipate in accordance with this decrease in her energy output. All that was truly left for the demoness was to observe the effects of this seal and see what would ensue from her actions.

And to that? She'd give her brother a simple question: "Under the order of chaos, ye have been rebirthed. So do tell me: what does it feel like to be awakened by the gates of discordia?"

[THEFROST] · Fri Apr 25, 2014 2:56 pm

Kiriel's body cracked as the crimson aura flooded the male, Mana began her work and the being seemed to agree with her terms. Why would he care about the process of being controlled, War was uncontrolled and Kiriel understood it best. This was something big, the Mark of War was forged and the darkness would dance again. Kiriel's body shattered and a new form was forged from War, forged for the battles of hell and heaven. Nothing is going to stop the rampage that war would go on soon. He moved his hands trying to get a feel for the frame, the body was different and felt like it was stronger. He moved his hands fingers in and out getting a feel for each muscle slowly. It felt like he was in a world of cardboard that if he moved to quickly everything would shatter, the only thing solid was Mana. Would he ever figure this out, he let a breath go trying to get a feel for each part of his body. His energy fluxed and shook the ground and sent a crimson aura out as he looked forward. His body seemed to of aged slightly to an older form.

He appeared to be in an older area, a red coat of sorts covered his body now. He brought his arm to rest in his area for some reason, perhaps a habit inherited from the old Danava. Kiriel looked through sunglasses that had formed on his face of brimstone and war. His hand wore a glove as he slowly pulled it off, letting the gloved hand reach for them softly. His digit clasped the glasses and held it softly his eyes were orange now, chaos and war burned in them. The darkness was there and his demonic power had doubled perhaps tripled due to this combining of two beings who belonged as one. He felt the mark, his body felt so strange to him. It was like being in something different, the first time wearing a shirt or shoes was perhaps the best description of it. Kiriel was adjusting to it, he felt those glasses disappear. He could hear his sister's question his eyes looked to her as he cracked his neck left and right. Trying to find feeling again, it was an odd feeling being the one who was this way.

"...It's odd, like a suit that has never been worn..My body feels like this world is nothing but cardboard..That if I just flex my power a little everything within fifty miles will be torn apart.." Kiriel didn't seem disappointed by this outcome, his power felt like it could most likely rip this entire place apart if he let it flow freely. His eyes looked on at his dear sister, she'd provided him control something so unusual, being in control. He'd never experienced before not to mention this old Danava. The old creature had knowledge that even Kiriel didn't it seemed familiar with somethings that were going on. Kiriel was trying to figure out what was comfortable moving in this body, could he change his form again if need be? Yes that was something able, but this body felt powerful like it was a bucking bronco that would be fun to fully master. Kiriel smirked faintly as he closed his eyes for a moment. The sky became eclipsed red as he let small bit slip out from his grasp of control.

The city was bathed in a crimson glow as lighting shot in different directions into the sky, War and Chaos raged in the skies. His eyes opened for a moment that had barely scratched the surface of the new powers he'd been given. It was all game now, everything was something he could use freely. His sister had granted War it's final home and created something powerful. His body felt strong and now things felt correct to him, what would he do with this power. Now that was something unknown to him, he wasn't entirely sure where this power would take him. Everything seemed so much more easy to destroy than it was before. Perhaps this was but the first journey of many that would come for him. His eyes lingered on his sister, she'd awoken him to this now what was she wished of her brother. To bring about War and chaos upon this world and show it the blade and bring it's death upon them. His eyes lingered as his body gave off the aura.

Everything around him seemed to glow slightly, he was still getting used to this much power. The increase had been great in both power and knowledge. War was about knowledge and strength, about death brought on a scale far beyond anything that could be imagined. Darkness was brewing his eyes could behold every war to come and those that were before. His eyes looked out towards the distance, some good battles were going on. His sister spoke a language before he didn't quite know. His hand came free now as he brought it out of the sleeve it was nestled in as a rest. War wasn't about control or even being held back, it was a Tsunami and all it did was crush what was before it. Kiriel understood it in ways other perhaps never would. Mana understood it even if her knowledge on War wasn't like his she knew that it was a Tsunami of chaos. It was pure chaos in a form that came but once and a while. He felt the seal feeding on his powers, it was limiting them. But yet something about this body still felt overwhelmingly powerful.

If that seal was removed he wasn't entirely sure what would happen, Kiriel's power had grown considerably large from this increase. But what did he do with them now, he needed to get used to this new body and figure out where the world took him from here. His sister could bare his company and even desired it, perhaps he could return the favor. And protect his family now, it was strange being protected for a change. As War he never had been truly defended, but always blamed for everything. That was the world and it wasn't a kind place for him, it was a darkness that came without mercy and desired nothing short of his demise. Kiriel was ever lasting and he knew it even if these foolish people didn't. Kiriel simply smiled faintly as it felt good to have someone stick up for him for a change. He would help Mana realize her ambitions, at least till a worthy enemy came along that he could fight till time itself ended. He wanted a good battle, Kiriel hungered for it like a person would food.

Sun Apr 27, 2014 12:45 am

Artist: Umineko Soundtrack - Song: The Executioner - Word Count: 1155

Chuckling delightfully to herself at another marvelous project done, Mana was very pleased the spiritual operation seemed to go without a hitch. Of course there was always a chance of something going haywire with these sorts of methods, but so far it appeared to her that any negative effects of the seal have not surfaced yet. Thus, for the time being, it could be considered a success. Although, there was a bit of a questionable raise of the eyebrow from her end when the physical appearance came. In a burst of crimson light, The Danava of War underwent a transformation and his body entirely changed from the way it was once before. This was shown to her in the way his clothing was, the complexation of his skin and change in demeanor. Thus, through these alterations to himself, The Queen could at least note that The Seal of War had an aftereffect of morphing the subject's body when engraved into their spirit.

Nevertheless, The Royal Asthavon nodded her head in approval of this change. Her brother seemed to be adjusting to the body as The Demoness observed him making all sorts of various movements with his neck, arms and energy. In fact, that was one of the things that made a slight laugh come echoing from out of her mouth. It was not a laughter akin to that of taunting tone, but rather a laughter that had an amused tone of voice to it. The Queen could assume that Kiriel was new to the whole ordeal of controlling his powers. After all, Mana herself underwent it when placing The Seal of Grievous on her body to better contain and manage the heavyweight her powers carried. This fact was further solidified when Mana heard Kiriel comment on his reaction of having the seal placed on him. Explaining to his sister that it felt as if the world could buckle in two if he chose to raise his power yielded her to believe that it's functionality seemed to be a tight fit for his body.

"Hohoho, you'll get all but used to that feeling, my dear. It's apart of having that grand choice to induce your element on the world, or withhold for the benefit of yourself or those around you. You certainly couldn't imagine a ma'dam such as myself constantly flexing her power all willy nilly at one hundred percent -- could you? That would be a nightmare for myself and this entire planet. No, no. The power of control is certainly a grand one you'll learn to appreciate and I'm very glad ye' accepted this gift from me on to you. For with the two of our elements working alongside one another, the unity of familyhood is surging quite strongly in your veins and the growth of your being will come soon enough."

Sounding quite jovial in her tone, Mana felt sincerely happy that she was able to assist in protecting and helping her beloved kin. To help her family was to help herself; as they are some of the few beings who shared this sinister bond forged in blood with her. Despite this cheerful thought, however, there would not be much time to indulge in it. In the formation of a holographic image before the two siblings, an interruption would halt this meeting of The Asthavon's. On the screen above them appeared to be a humanoid figure masked within a cloak that had the Shadow Fall emblem on it. Upon seeing that symbol? Mana's eyes lit up as she became more intrigued in what this whole ordeal was about. Obviously something must of have happened within the organization if they were requesting her attention in this matter.

"Do not be too alarmed by my presence, My Queen and Royal Figure. My name is Ahirl Knight and I am a contacting you on behalf of Shadow Fall's Research Department. We want to alert you that we've received confirmation that a group of radicals who go by the name "Rebel Ravens" within The Chaya Nation are planning a revolt. We've estimated that there are roughly ten million of them in followers and the situation requires your assistance or those from your family. From the information we've collected, they even appeared to have kidnapped some of our supporters or allies within the Eastern Portion of Hell City. So on that note, I don't have much time to spare all the details. Instead, I will transmit them into minds if you allow my telepathic transmission. But you should know Nakama Sahara is going to be a hot spot soon; as that is where all of this is taking place, my liege."

Once finished explaining the situation at hand, the figurehead on the screen would bow to show his respect for the two. Meanwhile, a devilish grin emerged across The Queen's face. The air within the city started to tense, while sparks of green fire ignited around Mana's body. Clenching her hands together, the excitement within started to brew as her chaotic element started to scream internally at her. The chance to feast, the place to cause destruction and the opportunity to indulge in a befitting war was dawning upon her. In this way? The psyche within Mana made the decision at that moment to partake in this clash against those who oppose her rule.

So while the Shadow Fall Operative was busy uploading the documents associated with "Operation Rebel Rave" into the minds of The Demon Queen and The Danava of War, The Royal Ruler was already making moves to head out to the city. Pointing her hand at the space in front of The Demoness would produce a green vortex. By creating a wormhole from this location into the northern portion of "Hell City", Mana seeked to have the first hit if possible as many of their forces were preparing to wage battle. Glancing back at her brother, Mana understood that if he was anything like her? He'd partake in this little festival as well. So to that -- she'd invite him to tag along on this conquest.

"Can you not tell? My element is craving. It's calling to me, speaking to me and telling me to feast. And from the way you look, my dear brother, I can very much say your origin is calling you to this place as well. So if ye decide to follow me into the abyss, I'll be sure to fill that appetite of yours in exchange for my own appetizer I received here." Licking her lips with fervor behind her eyes, Mana would soon leap into the portal; cackling all the way as she prepared to thrust herself once again into the arms of madness. If her brother failed to leap in? That was on in. But for her? She was going to dine tonight within the halls of lunacy.

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