My Journey to Hell

Michael, the Demon of Romania, looked at this computer monitors of the information he was gathering from all of the major dimensions, looking at the power readings of them and seeing what was going on where. This gave Michael a tactical advantage in a war as he knew where an enemy was coming from if they tried to attack him. Michael looked at another set of monitors as he looked at the demons in the labs seeing how they were doing on their research, while Michael paid for any and all supplies they might need in the future they would give any results of that research to Michael for his own personal use if he so choose. This basically was a dream for most people that were in the science community as they got assess to nearly anything they could dream of and all they had to do is give Michael something to show for it. Michael looked at the monitors one more time, looking back at the power reading of his country, seeing only minor readings of weak creatures that were so small that he could not tell what race they even were. Michael was waiting. Waiting for the moment in which he knew would happen one day.

There are hundreds of fault lines between the spiritual world and the mortal world, all over the world in hundreds of locations all of them varying in size. Romania had one of the smaller fault lines, but it was one of the deepest and ever time it would move it would cause some things from hell to come out and run the Romanian country side which is why some of the greatest horror stories have come out of Romania. He was looking for that fault line, looking for it for years so he could get a direct line to hell. While he knew that there were other ways into it, he did not want to take them due to the fact that they often required hundreds of years of waiting and Michael was not going to wait.

Michael rose from his seat where he watched the screens as soon as he noticed the nearly one pixel sized line that ran between two mountains. That was it. That was the fault line and the thing he was looking for. Michael then took a single step into the Shadows and vanished, only to reappear at the place where the fault line was. Michael was wearing no armor and he was covered in tattoos. Michael's naked chest was filled with demonic and tribal tattoos, all of them seemly coming out of a center point which was the Asthavon family crest and even someone inattentive to politics should know what the most powerful family in the world's crest is. Michael was still wearing his normal black jeans with black combat boots.

This was not going to be a fun trip, but at the end of the day he needed to do this if he was going to become stronger and learn more about himself and the powers he holds as the Danava of Blood. Michael was one of the most brilliant and talented scientists in the world when it came to reiastu properties and relation, and he knew what it would take to rip this fault line open enough for him to get into it. Michael back in his younger days created a spell that opened a small portal to hell, only for acouple of moments but it was often enough to cause the blood of hell to come raining out of it and he planned on doing this same thing to this fault line. Basically taking a crowbar to the hinge of a door and ripping it open. This would only last a few moments before the world slammed it shut but that was all he really needed.

Michael wasted no time, as he opened up the portal and jumped in without much thought beyond that. He had done his calculations and done the math and he knew he would end up in Hell from this, but he had no idea where in hell. He was just going to have to find out.

What was this? Micheal Asthavon finally decided to show his face to the world after so many months of silent? Well then! This was an event that would not go unnoticed by the likes of The Demon Queen. Not a phone call, not a notice or a little "hello" was had -- and then he suddenly has the nerve to just pop up in Hell all willy-nilly! That was quite rude of the male! Observing this bizarre event take place from the depths of her palace contained within The Capital Demon Nation, The Asthvaon figurehead, otherwise known as Mana Asthavon, seemed to quite aware of this little escapade her fellow kin decided to undertake. Nay, nothing silly as being "banished" or "forbidden" from hell was what was making her miffed. Literally, The Asthavon family could choose to go back and forth between hell if they wished -- The Demoness pretty much assumed their god owned it! It was solely the fact that the man could of taken the liberty to at least tell someone what had happened to him. For all Mana knew, the poor bastard probably got himself killed from the adverse effects of her seal. And surely, she wouldn't want that death on her conscious.

Therefore, thanks to the fact that the little ol' vixen of chaos was able to maintain a general understanding of hell's layout, the pulsation of Micheal's aura would draw her in like a fly to the flame and she'd dare to investigate just what in the world was going on with him. Stepping off upon her throne, The Queen's raven hair blew in the dry wind of her manor; having not a single sole dare come in this private sanctuary. With each step she took down those golden stairs, the clacking of her high-heels echoed within the blackened room; so dark that only a bat-creature like Mana dared to see in it's abyssal lighting conditions. So like two flames in the night, Mana's emerald hued eyes gleamed within the shadows of the room and her ghost-paled skin, devilish horns and gothic attire were all unveiled to the world around her.

Clenching her fist, the clacking of a metallic sounds bounced around the walls of the Queen's Royal space. While the gentle whooshing of her black colored dress blew smoothly in the unnatural wind picking up in the room. Wiggling her nose, Mana fixated on the position of the golden boy's location and a spark of emerald hued light illuminated the room for a few seconds. "Well, dearie, I've found you." Talking in a low, hushed tone; Mana was quite pleased with herself due to the fast work of her infamous prowess over the dark arts. So, a satisfied smile crept across her lips. In an exploding flash; the winds gusted in the room and The Queen was gone. Crafting her own wormhole into Hell, Mana's free-gateway between the realms of life and death had been forged. It was quite the ideal partnership you'd get when making a contract with a Demon God, was it not?

As rows of lights soon filled Mana's vision, the teleporation process itself felt as if she was being flung straight out of a black hole and into a world of unknown wonders. For most humans? This is probably the part where they'd be hurling chunks. Fortunately, for our dear Queen, she was composed enough to keep her guts inside. Well -- even if it turned into a problem -- the twisted little creature could just contort her body to be relieved of said guts. Being a shapeshifter has it's perks, yanno. Digressing, our favorite little demoness of chaos soon found herself coming out of a spiraling green vortex a few feet away from our boxing strong male of an Asthavon.

With this dazzling display of energy brightening up the area like the fourth of July, most other demon's, or hell, even other races may very well find themselves alarmed, on guard and freaking out with a random vortex popping up from the clutches of nowhere behind them. However -- Mana had a little more faith in her kin to understand it was her. After all, if he couldn't sense the very unique presence that was the frequency of her energy -- maybe he might not be as sharp as he thinks he is! Just a thought, just a suggestion. The man seemed to pride himself on intelligence, but those types of people always had a -- nasty -- fall if said intellect was challenged, disproven or otherwise questioned. And out of great admiration and love for her family -- Mana didn't want him to experience something nasty like that!

Veering away from such ugly thoughts, the sounds of high-heels pressing against the hard pavement were the first steps Mana made into hell. Dusting herself off, The Demoness had her signature chuckle fill the air and soon set her sights on Michael. Like a sudden mist, The Queen's body mended itself with the wind and soon The Reagle Male would more than likely find his maker before the man's very eyes! She was quick, wasn't she? Tilting her head to the side, Mana squinted her eyes and then wagged her finger in a disapproving fashion at her brethren. "Well, well! Look who I found in the middle of hell!" There was -- a sense -- of mocking and comedic tones intermixed in her voice while speaking these words. Obviously, she was toying with his head, but equally was she irked that he hadn't made contact with the family in so long.

"Yeesh, like a cockroach, you are scampering around here like you are some wanted criminal. Haven't you read the news? Don't you keep with the changes? Ol' Khala opened the gates of hell for us." Swirling her right index finger around all whimsical like, a projection of old hell's gate being obliterated within the conflict of the holy war The Demon God waged against the Soul Society played for him. Surely, that would paint the picture of where things were now. "Our sister has grown quite unruly and her wrath had this happen. So I'm certain, if you had bothered to drop a line here and there, a more...conventional method of coming to this world would have been made." Flicking Micheal's head with a false sense of irritation across her face, Mana soon changed her expression to a smug smirk.

"So, ya mind tellin' me your story on what's been happening? Or do I gotta brainwash ya to tell me or something?" Well, certainly she was joking about the latter portion -- right? For his sake, let's hope for that! At least for now, she could peer into his head a little bit and see where the loveable scamp had been all this time. "And if you can, try to make it quick. I've got some errands to run while I'm in this realm!" Quite the pushy and snappy one, isn't she?

Michael landed directly into hell, exactly where he figured he would and he would take a look around and he could feel his body feeling like it was home and it was in serious danger all at the same time. It was a very odd feeling for Michael but he would ignore it for now as he pushed his senses out and started to instantly remove the pieces of Hell and started to absorb them into his body. Michael was here for one reason and one reason only, to get stronger by taking Hell and using it's endless power as a fuel source, or atleast more so then he already has. Michael started to look around finally, using his eyes instead of his energy senses and he saw the horror in front of him but Michael at this point was basically a walking pool of blood and spiritual energy so he could not throw up even if he wanted.

In that moment he felt an energy that he had spent months studying and looking at, as he turned around just in time to see his leader, Mana appear out of a black portal. He figured that she had sensed his entrance into Hell, which Michael never meant to be subtle at all so he figured someone would come get him. As he looked at her, she could instantly tell this was not really the same Michael as before. This one seemed more like he had less to lose, but there was something else very different about him that no one could quite put. As she started to speak to him, the moment she got close to Michael he would reach forward with speed that she most likely never saw from him and grabbed one of Mana's horns and pulled her into a kiss that only lasted for a moment. This was extremely sudden and most likely not something she would expect from Michael, as he had usually been very.... safe when it came to this kind of thing. The kiss was not one of passion or even lust, it seemed to have served a very specific purpose, and only a moment later Michael still holding onto Mana's horn would throw Mana using all of his strength. This would not do any damage to Mana in any way shape or form, but he knew that and he got what he wanted as he would start to move forwards walking towards the rifts.

" Sorry Mana... I am here on a mission and you got in my way for a moment " and as he said this, he would raise one of his hand and flick his wrist. The rifts and holes in reality and the world, all of which was comprised of Mana's energy would get blown away by something, like sand being blown away on a flat surface. Mana, being as smart as she was, could most likely tell that Michael's reiastu skills and his understanding of them has raised to levels that was far above anyone else as he seemed to remove the rifts without any problems. Michael seemed to have pushed his abilities to a new level, at least that set of abilities.


" I am aware of the fact that our god has opened the portal to us, but that is boring and dull. It seems more interesting to simply make my own. As for me dropping a normal line of communication, what do I care about communication. Even as a solider I did not really talk much, and as a scientist I don't need to let my research be known to all. " As he talked he would keep moving his hands in his pockets as he moved, not seeming not really to care that Mana was there and she could tell that even as he walked he was doing something to Hell itself. It was only due to her connection on Hell that she could feel he was doing something, adding or removing something from this area of Hell.

" As for my story... Well let's just say that I spent my time looking at our enemies and our friends and figuring out ways to beat them. You are no expectation my Lady... I am sorry about the kiss earlier... I needed a.. fresh reaistu sample and you were kind enough to give it to me. " Michael would not stop walking away from Mana even as he talked directly to her.

Oh dear, oh my! The look in the boy's eyes seemed to spark one of change during the absence between the two meeting. Was there a sense self-loathing? Perhaps a dash of a loneliness? Maybe a sense of abandonment? Something was triggered inside of the male and it appeared that it wasn't all too right with him. As if phasing through the wall built around his mental empire, The Queen felt as if she already saw through such a facade. With her blood pumping through him already, it wasn't hard to try and estimate just where his mentality and thoughts may lay.

And with his history as a soldier, the motions of his mind's march were like a chain of command she knew all too well. Which is why when he decided to pull in closer, The Mad Vixen paid keen attention to his bodily reactions. He was going to do something fierce she estimated. And like a wild animal -- it's generally best to keep your distance from them! After all, you wouldn't want to get rabies or something to that effect, now would you? Bridge a gap between you and the beast -- and then whack 'em in the head with a mallet! That was Mana's plan -- minus the mallet portion.

Cackling all throughout the walls of Hell, Michael soon would undoubtedly notice something was wrong. Oh yes, Mana was indeed impressed his speed had all but bolstered to superb levels -- but so to was her perception and reaction time! With the sparks of her mind exploding like an electrical storm in the night skies, The Queen's brain and body went into overdrive. As a snake would shed it's skin, as to would The Mad Empress shed her body and seemly jump right out of her own being! Well -- this would give those people who refer to The Queen as snake quiet the field day of material to work with -- but never mind that! The important notion from this little escapade would be that the sweet kid would be kissing nothing more than an open shell; while The Queen would emerge in a new body that oozed green slime before evaporating into the very fires of hell.

With that the shell nothing more than shattered glass on the floor of hades, the old skin dissipated and transcended into dust as The Demoness rubbed her chin and looked at Michael with a perplexed expression across her face. She wasn't worried too much now about whatever he seemed to be doing to hell, but was more concerned about what potentially happened to him. Did she do something to incite the dear lad off? Could it be an unrequited love? Maybe she just owed him five bucks? Similar questions sprang up in Mana's mind and the only surefire why to find out would be to ask him.

"Hmph. It seems you are in a no-nonsense mood, huh? People like that are bound to get a strain on the brain after a while." Wagging her finger once again in a disapproving fashion yielded her to remember this aspect of herself. Sure, The Queen herself wasn't always so lucid and carefree with her mindstate, but when it came to Micheal's current body language? Every single fiber of his essence was clenched, tight and scowled up into a frown that screamed "LOOK AT HOW SERIOUS I AM....I AM A FAILURE!"; rather than a loose, but fluid body that hollered: "BEHOLD HOW EASED I AM...I AM A SUCCESSFUL MAN!" So from all that she observed, there was no room for joy and pleasure in Michael's current life of "success". Like a game of Poker, The Winners were always smiling, laughing and telling jokes -- while the losers utter "shut up and deal". And Michael looked like no winner.

"Ye' should take a page from my book, turn the chapter and allow pleasure back into your life. I can feel it in your very blood, sugah." Pointing her fingers all at the distortions and injections he was committing into Hell, Mana chuckled ever so softly to herself due to the fact that his spade into Hell could be so much more thrilling. If only he allowed himself to be experience the joys of akin to child in an all-you-can eat candy store, there was a wealth of knowledge all around him that could be undid with all the research he has acquired in his mind; but it won't be worthwhile with the scowl on his soul souring his work. "I can feel the bitterness of pseudo-success turning you into something far more ugly than the essence of my madness. Lighten up, ease your muscles and let the fluidity of this existence sink back into your spirit."

Now with a twirl of her wrist, Mana let out a soft sigh as she grew weary of this whole tango of words that twirled out of Michael's mouth. Was he blind to the bond they shared that he did something so -- arbitrary? Snapping her fingers, The Seal of The Asthavon that she placed on his body so many moons ago lit up with a emerald hue illuminance to it. Fixing her eyes on it, The Queen spoke with a "matter-of-fact-to" voice. "Besides, dearie, why would you go through something so...juvenile...for a sample of my soul? While my body has mutated and evolved far past that point, the embers of my old self still are buried within you." Pointing at the seal, Mana continued on. "It is both trivial and substantial to take such a sample. For like progression of civilization, I am ever expanding. With each life that I take, my spirit, my genetic make-up and my very powers contort and change to where there isn't any point in trying to obtain samples in such an underhanded way."

Once finished speaking, Mana merely shook her head. Honestly, she didn't care one way or the other if her energy was taken. If the person was hellbent to learn her origins? Well, it would be but a futile effort on their end. Each cell, molecule and atom that is produced by Mana's body can be controlled by her -- provided there is sufficient energy to manipulate them. And if need be? They can be eradicated on a given whim or their very heredity traits setting researchers back ten steps with each morph of her heredity traits. Like an enigma, The Queen's roots were difficult to decipher for even the brightest of minds. That was just the very nature of her shapeshifting capacities reaching sub-atomic status. So it was obvious that it wasn't that part that was bothering her.

Nay. Something else was irking The Vixen. So The Mistress of The Shadows had a series of green colored walls slam down from the skies and block Michaels path. Each of them were as strong as the barrier across Karakura Central, but they weren't meant for anything extensive other than delaying his movements for the time being. "It's very clear to me something else has occurred to cause such a change in yourself. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so rude as to walk away when someone is being kind enough to speak with you." Shrugging her shoulders and letting out yet another dissatisfied sigh, The Maiden of Madness had to wonder where things really went wrong with the guy. The man was acting like such a stick in the mud that it was growing quite dull for her. If it had been any other demon she may have smite him with the wrath of god by now for such actions. Yet, like a doting mother, The Queen had such patience for her family as they were one of the main things that kept her going in this world of depravity and death.

"So tell me, Michael Asthavon, what is this really about? This type of adolescent behavior is very unbecoming of you." And like that, Mana marked her battle ground and stood in his way like a barrier; emerging to his front-side in a flash and in a hurry. Piercing his very soul with those emerald hued eyes, it was obvious she wouldn't move away so easily without a fight - so for his interest - Mana hoped he'd begin the course of dialogue soon. If only for her own patience and for the peace of the mind for all the cartographers of this portion of hell.

As Michael moved his hand, his eyes and senses could automatically tell that something was changing in Mana, and that is exactly what he wanted as he pressed his lips into the now empty shell of Mana's former body. Once that happened, Michael would seem to absorb it though his mouth, as if he breathed it in without any issues and he simply smiled at Mana. This was not a normal smile, this was a smile that he knew exactly what she was going to do and he was happy that he was right before he turned away from her for a moment before looking at Hell. His eyes looked around at the death, blood and gore around him and he felt more at home than he ever had before and he could not help but feel like what he was about to do was the right thing.
Michael simply stood there, listening to everything she had to say before simply turning around and looking at her for a moment. " Excuse me.. I am going to take a seat." Michael then flicked his wrist and a large back throne appeared behind him, it appeared to be made of a blood colored stone and inside that stone was bones of the dead and the like, very demonic and very much Michael's style. As he took a seat, blood would spill over his body from every one of his pores, as it would start to form over his body. In a matter of moments, Michael was now wearing a black suit, a very expensive looking one at that. Under his black suit top was a blood red shirt and tie with black pants and shoes. He looked like the CEO of a major human company then a Demon, but maybe that was the point.

The most surprising thing about this was the fact that Michael was able to manipulate Hell already to this degree, usually only Rakshasa are able to do it. Though the most surpising thing was now Michael seemed completely at ease, his body was completely relaxed and he didn't seem to have a care in the world as he stared directly into Mana's emerald eyes with his blood red. Mana could easily see that under those eyes was not the Michael she knew, one that seemed to fear and feeling lower than her but this one seemed to look at her as... a partner in a business or a rival business person but it was very cold, almost as if he didn't really care about her anymore. Little emotions were behind those eyes at this moment in time, this was all about business at this moment as with another flick of his wrist he would summon another chair and a medium sized table for them to sit at as he said began to speak.

" Please Sit Mana...Thank you Mana... for all that you have done for me. You have been very helpful in the advancement of my abilities and my powers, and for that I owe you everything I have and more. But, sadly this is no longer something that you can help me with as you have given me your final... gift we should say. " As he says this he would open up a small black orb, and inside Mana could see her old husk behind held in a sphere. If she tried to pull one of her deconstruction tricks, she would notice that it would not work for some odd reason Michael kept speaking. " Your body is unique... able to change at a sub-atomic level with perfect accuracy and with no errors anywhere. Your body is... prefect for lack of a better word. You are correct that I have access to your soul, who you are and what you are at this moment in time, even now your body is changing at a subconscious level to make yourself more able to adapt. This is why I needed the husk.. I need something with a set point, so I can duplicate the effects. If you try to deconstruct it, which I know you have that ability, you will find that it is locked in an area outside of time and space, which means even if it does reach it time will not pass and it will not destroy itself. " With that Michael would de-materialize the orb.

Crossing his legs, again very business man like, he would keep talking " You and me are very similar.. We are Davanas... You of Chaos and me of Blood... Chaos is... abstract, with no real form or physical place but still more effective than most people are willing to admit. Blood on the other hand is a physical thing and something that most people know what it is, but something that is just as plentiful as Chaos. This is why I am coming down here, because I am going to need a lot more energy to do what I am going to do and this seemed like the best place for me. So, do you have any questions for me Mana? "

Disappointing, yet flattering. That was the first thought that Mana seemed to have when he was still keen on playing cat and mouse with what was her old shell. On the one hand, it was quite disheartening that he seemed to have lost that spark in his eyes. On the other hand, there still seemed to be enough left within him to at least smile and relax; but it seemed like a false persona to her. More than that, it seemed rather flattering that he would go through such lengths to drink but an ounce of her power. However, not even The Queen's fiercest opponents, such as the proclaimed "God" known as Truth or the former Demon Queen, have seen her true potential. To see but one function of her power is fine, well and good; but it was just that -- the tip of the iceberg. The enigma that runs deeper inward within The Demoness is quite -- profound. The only one who is aware of that was The Demon God himself and that was the way Mana intended to keep it.

So with that, there was nothing left to do but obtain what was rightfully hers. Through the flashing of her eyes, an ability was awakened within the ashened remains of her former self. Trying to cut off the connection between the two was but a futile effort -- even if you tried to enforce the laws of time and space to block it. The first factor in why this action was more than improbable was because the very essence of Mana's being was resistant to change and influenced outside of her own. One of the few people capable of opposing that order happened to be creatures with the power of a "God", such as Truth; or those on par with herself such as "Hanako Yadomaru Iramasha" during their battle within Malaysia. And even then, to their extents, they were only known to sever nearly half of her control; never fully getting the job done. So the factors of experience, strength and knowledge were blocking Michael from obtaining this feat. After all, The Royal Asthavon wasn't known as The Demon Queen simply because it was a fancy title and she was born into it. The Queen needed to fight and fight to ever reach the pinnacle of strength as she did at this very waking moment.

The second was that Mana herself and her abilities were capable of existing outside of space and time. This was a passive ability from Deveta that was bestowed upon her earning the rank of Demon Queen. So being that this shell was but an extension of her power, the same rules were able to be applied to it. Thus, the entirety of the material sealed within the orb was immune to the effects of Michael's entrapment. And with that, they awakened to The Queen's call and every last molecule of her being was retracted and sealed within a silver skull that was encrypted with the values inscribed within it to be remain resistant against outside influence. Henceforth, she then tucked it away into her pocket with but a shrug of her shoulders and let out a soft sigh.

"I'd rather not sit, my dear." Holding her stance, Mana soon folded her arms and stared into his eyes. There was a sense of saddened displeasure that things had came to such a point between the two. True, Mana could outright try and kill him now -- but family was family -- even for a sadistic Demoness like herself. It is why she held restraint for those closest to her blood and family for as long as feasibility possible. However, like a kid wandering far past his boundaries, some form of discipline needed to occur. "The way you are sounding certainly brings a tear to my eye." Poofing up a handkerchief, even in this hurtful moment, Mana spoke with a sarcastic tone as she faked crying.

"Trying to use and abuse me like some object...oh the cruelty! Oh the humanity!" Then, when the handkerchief dissipated in a black mist, a more stern, but depressed expression came across The Queen's face. "But, sadly, I have given you nothing but what I did all those moons ago. I do not simply divulge the deeper wealth of my power to those unless I trust them with my life and love them with all my heart." Rolling her wrist, an image of Ashlei came into materialization and showed a green aura around her. "And while I do love you like family, I can't let such action go ignored."

And with that -- a stabbing sensation would more than likely be felt within Micheal. What was occurring? Simple: the art of reclaiming. The seal she invested within him so many moons ago would so spell his metaphorical doom. Feeling the weight of endless eons of energy being pushed against his very soul, even with his new found metaphysical defenses, they would more than likely be eclipsed by the accumilative strength and knowledge of The Demoness combined with the will of The Demon God. In Michael's vision? He'd more than likely even see a faint pair of eyes watching over him. For he'd be bonded by a elite leveled demon spell that only the King's and Queen's of Demon World were capable of performing. The prowess was meant to subject the very reality around them to the influence of The Demon Queen; stripping down the very attributes of Hell that he was able to influence to be -- redundant. Akin to a programmer readjusting its software against viruses, the security of hell patched itself from the variable holes that Michael was able to manipulate and blocked out his influenced by the will of Deveta, Hell and Death itself objecting against The Lone Demon's actions by The Queen's mental incarnations.

With that much being said, even if the male were to try and resist, the clear difference in energy to work with would be extremely overwhelming to overcome. Right down to the trace amounts of Mana's energy vested within him would become too much to bare and they'd detach themselves from his body by will of The Queen. And with it? The Demoness invented a new seal: The Seal Of Downfall. The Seal Of Downfall sought to strip Michael of all of his supernatural powers. How was this possible? Being that he relied so heavily on them to advance to the level of power that he has, they were all remotely linked to his abilities. From each new power that he learned while under that seal's influence, a bit of Mana was always watching him. And as such? They were subject to the will of The Demon Queen.

So akin to listening to their masters call, Mana's command hijacked Michael's own authority and threatened to take back what was hers. Working alongside The Demoness's unrivaled knowledge of seals, the dark arts and the prowess vested within her living embodiment; she sought to snatch the power right out of him as a burst of green, white and red light sought to explode from out of Michael's chest and become sealed within a golden medallion that emerged in The Mad Rulers right hand. If the male even tried to reclaim this, he'd more than likely find that it was similar to a water hose being used against a raging forest infernero. There was too much vested in this to be easily reversed or stopped. His death energy, blood powers and energy were on the verge of being taken from him; as The Queen intended for them to be evaporated like rain and absorbed back into it's original place: under her control. This would more than likely leave the lad with nothing more than his natural demonic abilities to rely on and may even very well revoke the status as The Danava of Blood.

If a miracle were to befall Michael? Even in the best scenario the potency of his powers would be reduced back to the moment they met and so to would his overall spiritual energy; and the call of Deveta's and Death's own energy would be retracted -- as it was their power to begin with. So when all was said and done, a miserable expression came before the Queen as her eyes became full with sullen. "I did not wish to do such a thing....but you left me no other choice. You overstepped your bounds, and now you must reap what you sow." Encrypting the seal with her own influence, it to yielded the same resistance against outside forces and was prepared to guard the essence of The Demonic Male's former powers to the very bitter end.

"My powers were never perfect if you understood the true nature of them. That is why you are delightful when you say you understand my soul." Cackling with a bit of hurt in her threat, Mana could only shake her head out of contempt for this outcome that has been bestowed upon them. Black tears fell from her face and she could only let out a half-laugh; as even in this moment, she was still very much reading the relishing pain of this life and allowing it to influence her madness. "You've turned colder than the corpses of hell and I can't allow this progression to continue onward. I still love you very much, but you have a lot of soul searching to do after this. Once you clear your head up, return to the man you once were and get a grip on things...I will return this back to you."

Speaking with pain behind every word, remembering who he was once -- made her question if it was really worthwhile to give him that seal to begin with. It made for a distressing laugh filled with sorrow behind because those same sensations of remorse she felt for those she slain were beginning to come back to the surface. It lacked an iota of sense for a eldritch abomination like herself to feel such an emotion, but like the element of insanity, it was hard to comprehend yet still very much real. It was maddening, but so to wass the complexity of her mind's inner psyche. "I...think I turned you into a monster, Michael. And not the good kind of monster, either. For your eyes were far deader than my own spirit."

Shaking her head and not believing this outcome, Mana held her hand forward and tried to than release a portal that led back into the Endless Soul Plane. Numerous of these gates opened and yearned to suck Micheal inward into them. There? He'd be on the furthest edges of Demon World and would be forced to confront the conflicts himself in solitude. Maybe he'd find Khala Asthavon there, but it was clear he needed time to think after such an event.

"I am sorry.....this wasn't how it was suppose to be...."

And with that -- the Queen simply stood there and let atmosphere sink in.

Michael watched as he spoke and he saw that his 'idea' was working, but not really how he wanted it to go. He was not really expecting Mana to show any real feeling towards this, but he had to keep going with the plan. Though, he did not plan for the fact that Mana could beat Space and Time that easily, as he watched though his own orb that the husk was turned into a silver skull and vanished.

Well... It appears I have lost that one.. must have made another serious miscalculation on the power of Chaos and what it can truly do. Well, lets hope that doesn't happen again. as the said this he felt a massive pain in his chest, as he almost knew what was going to happen as he held his breath in pain as he felt a part of his soul getting ripped out of his body. Which in theory he really was getting apart of his soul ripped out because she was ripping out everything that he had, but he figured this would happen and he had to do what he had to do next.

As Mana started to talk about how cold he was becoming, Michael would slowly raise to his feet and start a slow walk towards her. His power level was not only back to where it when they first meet, but it might have been slightly lower but it was hard to tell as he would then fall to one knee in front of his queen, so he could look her straight in the eye. As soon as he saw the black tears come down he would reach up with his right hand and gently remove them as he quietly said Please do not cry My Queen... as he looked into her eyes. If she looked back, she would see sadness and fear in his eyes but mostly sadness as he said simply I needed you to do that... Thank you for everything you have given me, but I am going to have to start out on my own again, without using your power as a crutch and just using mine. I am going to see if this crazy plan of mine works.

Michael would then wrap his arms around Mana, and give her a hug which was odd enough for Michael but it was not a hug of good-bye as much as it was a hug of " I am sorry" as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small device and pressed the button on it. Mana then could watch and feel as Michael's very soul and essence started to fade into the very fabric of Hell itself. She could see Michael slowly fading away, as if he was made of sand and Hell itself was the wind blowing away pieces of him as he said If this works.. I will be seeing you soon Mana.. and this time, you will hopefully be proud of what I have become on my own. With that he would smile, one last smile filled with happiness and caring as his entire being faded away into the very fabric of Hell.


(OOC: So... everything went KINDA the way I thought it would... This was basically a crazy ass plan to allow me to remake Michael as a Rakshasa in an IC way. I am sorry for this SHITTY post but I honestly didn't expect this plan to work at all.... Lets see if Michael has the strength to make it on his own, and maybe even become that stupid Hell Knight thing or whatever. )

Something was quite -- off. There was a major disharmony in the flow of Micheal's life stream -- an event The Queen herself had not calculated for. This caused a hollow pang of fear to pulsate within her heart as she knew just what this meant. For like a gentle wind, the spirit of Micheal Asthavon was seeping out of him and spreading out into the world around them. There was no going back once this course of action had been set. So -- the sense of dread tore Mana up inside. The soul person to blame for this? Herself. The path she put the male down since their first encounter in the darkest pits of Demon World was what lead to this tragic result. Ever since that seal marked his being, the essence of death crept around him like an unwanted shadow. After all, death followed Mana Asthavon like a plague itself. In the wake of her existence, many souls have lost their way in life and fell prey to the trap of death at The Reaper's feet.

Yet -- this death was different than all the rest. As she held Micheal's dying corpse in her hands, the emotions that brewed within The Demoness boiled over like an overflowing river as she began whimpering. At least -- until The Lone Asthavon started outright bawling her eyes out with an aching pain coming before every sob. In that moment she'd have no words for him, but her actions would speak louder than any one thing that The Demoness could say. As she held him near to her side with the utmost of care, Mana braced herself for the end. Feeling that his very essence was beginning to fade out of existence, The Queen found it all but impossible to follow through with his dying wish for her not to cry. She wanted to...she tried to...but she couldn't. This -- was family -- a family she'd sooner die for if it came right down to it. So despite being the hell-bringer that brought the storms of death, decay and destruction to all those dared become her enemy -- it was quite the different story when it came to watching someone she vowed to take care of die in her arms.

She watched him grow, blossom and transcend into a grand man throughout his journey. Rising from the ranks of just another expendable demon, to someone who she felt proud to stand by her side was a profound feeling to embrace. If things had panned out the way she envisioned -- there was even plans to make him one of the official members of The Asthavon's brotherhood and become her true brother. So he wasn't just another vessel to bled dry and tossed away like yesterdays garbage. This was a person she placed a fragment of her heart into. A bond that was forged in blood, mended by their trust and shattered by her own error.

"God....what have I done to you?" Those words filled with so much strain stabbed the now quiet landscape. There was scorn for directed at herself for being so brooding over him, and an equal amount of pain felt in her voice for losing someone so dear to her. While running her pale hand through his lush, raven hair in a tender manner; the blackened tears of The Queen just wouldn't stop as she rested her head in his shoulder. "I am sorry....I am so sorry this happened to you..." Being unable to speak any higher than whisper, the Demoness choked on her tears as the male faded into the hands of death's grasp.

Eyes widening with shock and disbelief, the realization of one her mind's deepest fears was now coming to past. As the nature of Micheal's body broke down, as to did the wall that separated Mana from solitude. For before everything else -- The Queen did not want to be alone. Turning the sands of time back to the first waking moment of the creature's life -- The Danava of Discord and Lunacy always plotted to escape her prison of isolation. Going as far to the days where she was but a sinister thought inside the body of Haniel Iahhel, The Demoness never wanted the empty hold of abandonment to come near her.

It is why, in her own wayward methods, Mana had obtained a family born from madness's eye. While she was but a slave to the subconscious pull her mind's call, the conscious part of The Asthavon always desired for this family to keep her safe, make her strong and have something worth living for. Which is the reason imagery of her loved ones soon played through The Demon's head. Her lover, Ashlei Mischevang, was the first to to come out of the veil -- and the first to to fall in line and shatter like glass. Next, the summoning of Clarie Clixx and the deconstruction of her body followed. In order, all those in the Asthavon family shared similar fates until nothing but her broken kingdom remained. In those smoldering remains of her rule, the last person that appeared had been Micheal Asthavon -- and soon her eyes came back to the reality of it all.

"Please....don't leave me...." Her voice, broken and hurt, pleaded with him to stay here. But alas, it was all but a futile gesture. "Please...don't close your eyes...!" Repeating those words as the ashes of Micheal's shell became one with hell, Mana could do nothing but hold on to the very last molecules that comprised Micheal until they to faded into oblivion.

"DON'T DISAPPEAR!"

In one frantic yell filled with dismay, despair and panic; The Queen pleaded against fate to bring him back -- but it was far too late for anything to be done at this point. All that remained was the framework of his soul sealed inside of a red and black cross that dropped to the stone ground of hell with an ominous tap. There was nothing but quiet for those few seconds -- until the thud of Mana's knees hitting the earth was audible. Falling over to the dirt, The Demoness clutched the memento of Micheal's remains deeply her to bare chest as the darkened tears stained the red soil before her.

It..was over.

The jaws of death claimed yet another soul on this day. In the ashes of this death, Mana could do nothing but pick up the pieces and start all over yet again. Just as the victims she so callously butchered throughout her many years.