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Re: Surrounded and Unwavering [PRIVATE-Shizuo]
Thu Aug 07, 2014 3:06 pm
Song: Accelerate (Sauniks Remix) --- By: Courtney Jenaé --- Word Count: 1797
"Rushing in recklessly; that is a weakness you need to learn from... do you-"
Swift and unforeseen, the suddenness of Inami's reaction was unexpected and valid. Despite Kururai's return to a more aware state, and therefore capacity to actually use his acute sensing, Inami was simply too fast to properly react, what with his anger and mid-air stasis offering no help to his situation. Instead, it was an unavoidable counter--his chosen actions led him to such a conclusion, and it was far too late to change the circumstances. Without reserve, his sword within her hands swung up in a crescent slash, cleanly severing his hands from their forearms. Adding to the proficiency of the instant cut was his very own momentum, Kururai' descent ending with a blade to the abdomen, failure to even touch the floor beneath his feet. Her own blood mixed in the well of movements she provided, one of them being a blow which sent the hollow boy back into a wall, practically crucified into it.
Failure was one thing that ran through Kururai's mind. Failure to successfully execute the movement and slash Inami clean in half. But, content was a mix in the bowl of liquids which represented his current emotions. Inami was an Asthavon, and a powerful one in her own right. Whether or not she had been going easy on him, the opportunity to kill her was present, and if he had just been stronger than he was now, perhaps such a goal wouldn't seem so impossible. With these thoughts bubbling from within, he grit his teeth, only then returning a majority of his awareness to his injury-ridden state, two hands slowly regenerating and a sword nailing him to a wall. Combine that with the severe abuse he had withstood these past few minutes, and one would easily faint through the devastating pain which would suddenly arise and be felt all at once from within him.
But Kururai was a determined monster within the shell of a human body. The pain was overwhelming, no doubt, but the resentful look in his eyes were just as powerful. A snarl kept true on his very own feminine visage, clearly displaying his reluctance to be in the situation he was now. Quite certainly, he'd much rather be standing atop her corpse in glorious victory. Such a day would have to come another time, however--a realisation that had come only when Inami resumed, attempting to verbally smack Kururai into reality.
"Do you think a blade like that could end my life? Or could even put me in danger of dying? Wake up, this is reality, not a dream. Is your anger clouding your judgement mongrel?"
His added state of consciousness from the previous failure, fading of the reserves of Dimensional Energy within him as well as all the pain he had suddenly become aware of only prompted Kururai to listen to these words closely. They were all but true. Throughout this whole ordeal, anger was the main emotion he acted upon, going so far as to act rashly and risk his life several times over just to feel an Asthavon's beating heart within his palm. It was naiive of him. It was a stupid mistake--one he quickly took notice too, and yet still too late.
The sword in her hand twirled about, a second blade scraping against the blood-ridden floor which left a diluted ripple as she kicked off the ground, the two weapons brimming with Demonic Energy; its luminescent glow was vibrant enough to be clearly seen, despite the damp conditions of the blood-ridden field and dark clouds overhead, blessing the land beneath it with heavy tonnes of rain pouring down--and from the glowing blade was a slash, the entire wall next to Kururai severed from the one he was attached to. And throughout that whole move, he was simply floating there, a good metre off the ground and forced to watch, helpless to do much else.
A few things were certain, one of them being that Kururai wasn't one to give up easily, and without a doubt, he would love nothing more than to grasp the sword which impaled and ripping it out from his abdomen, ready to pounce at Inami once more; however, the few other things which were certain was a better sense of self as well as extreme exhaustion. By now, Kururai had already exhausted large amounts of Dimensional Energy, far more than he would normally be able to produce--combine that with his heightened state of awareness and a more rational line of thought running through his mind, and accepting his fate in this moment. His hands had barely finished regenerating, their process majorly slowed by the lack of energy flowing through him in their usual ample amounts.
The slashing of the wall beside him hadn't cause Kururai to even flinch. In this moment, he was far more serene and accepting, simply trying to hold on to the state of mind he held now. Delving further into his anger was a ridiculous notion that would likely only serve to do the exact opposite of furthering the distance between himself and death. Instead, he simply witnessed the carnage of which Inami was responsible.
Clearly seen, her eyes squinted to narrow slits, focused on the gathering of hollow in the masses. Facing only over 100 hollows and nearly a dozen gillians earlier, this was a sight to behold. Her massive energy attracted an unreal army of hollows, all looking intent on feeding off of her--a notion just as ridiculous as Kururai falling deeper into a state of rage.
All in unison, as if it were a coordinated raid countless volleys of ceros flew through the air, all gunning for Inami's position. In response, the ground shook as her now purple eyes drew some attention, the rest of it going to her blade which had exuded an explosive blast of energy, ravaging, overwhelming and completely enveloping the masses in an instant, a dust cloud forming in her wake. Despite the overwhelming spread of blood throughout the whole scene, the hollow's bodies were nowhere to be found, as if they had been completely disintegrated instantaneously.
"MEDDLESOME SCUM, DON’T INTERRUPT ME WITH YOUR DRIVELING MAGGOT EXOSKELETONS AND NEEDLESS IRRITATING GIBBERISH. IF YOU WISH TO DIE, THEN DIE. BE GONE, DISAPPEAR AND KNOW YOUR PLACE. YOUR VERY EXISTENCE REEKS AND IS REVOLTING , I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR PRIMITIVE SCUM."
These words of hers bellowed out from her lungs, sounding as if it echoed all throughout the plains and scores of acres to behold. Despite the annoyance and hostility held in her tone, they were words Kururai explicitly set focus on. He was certain that, given the circumstances, he could just as likely have been one amongst those masses, whether his intentions were the same as those hollows. Either way, his existence could have just as easily been wiped out entirely--and with that thought in mind, he scoffed under his breath in amusement. "Hahh... So this is an Asthavon... Damn. They're a long ways away."
A solemn smile was left on his face in a disappointed realisation for where he stood in that moment. Kururai was far from strong, and a lot of work lied before him. With these thoughts, Inami's gaze was once more fixated upon himself, the scene of a crater visible behind her. In her hand was his very own longsword, tightly clutched. Before long, such an image completely disappeared, seemingly growing in size from his vision, only to be the result of Inami being directly before him in an instant. He wasn't as surprised as he might've been before. In fact, Kururai wasn't startled in the least. He was expectant of such a measly meeting with death. The raise of his own sword in her hands was brought down with tremendous speed, clearly aiming to shred his body to pieces--what caught him off-guard weren't her movements. It was her words.
"Dodge."
What? Did she just say dodge? As in, dodge her swing? At this time, it was as if time was moving slower, everything in slow motion. In this moment, Kururai began processing his thoughts at an incredible rate. It was a combination of a state of confusion, mixed latent anger subsiding within him, and a point of self-awareness and acceptance to the circumstances. And yet, she had asked him--nay, demanded that he dodged. Dodged her own strike. What was the intention in that?
Either way, through a burst of instinct and a subtle desire to live, Kururai's right arm jerked forward to block and effectively slow down her slash. With all her strength seemingly put into it, such a tactic didn't seem to be capable of legitimately working--in response, what little Dimensional Energy he had left was pumped into his arm, strengthening it before coming into contact with the speeding blade. During this time, it was as if his speed had been dramatically boosted--but for what reason? Regardless, in the hopes of successfully buying time, Kururai would take his left hand and push on the right side of the blade protruding from both his back and abdomen. In this action, he would attempt to, rather than pull it out from himself, have it cut through and exit from his side.
Hopefully successful, Kururai would effectively burst towards the right, evading what seemed like an inevitable doom, though likely at the expense of his entire right arm. But he wouldn't dwell on such a thought such as losing an arm--though, it didn't seem like it was regenerating fully anytime soon. In the meantime, the entire wall and ground from where he once floated a metre above ground exploded into fragments from the sheer pressure of her attack, a miasmic energy seeping from the blade responsible.
Unfortunately for him, this wasn't the end of her volley of attacks. Right after the sword smashed through the wall and ground, the blade had disappeared once more, appearing directly before Kururai along with the one who held it. Inami had raised the sword once more, smashing it down with overwhelming speed, a new set of instructions spoken this time. "Block to the right." Not understanding where this was going, Kururai did just that, using his left palm to smash into the flat-side of the descending blade, the accuracy in his movement aided through intense calculation speeds and superb timing.
In response, Inami jumped backwards in a flip, twirling through the air magnificently, landing with her leads spread moreso than before and a steady sword in hand, directed right at Kururai. Following this graceful display were some additional words of 'wisdom', "You can’t kill what you are. You can't kill me either. You know why?" Kururai wouldn't answer the question, expecting it to be rhetorical--coincidentally, he was right. A cruel smirk grew on Inami's face, spewing out a devastating set of words.
"Because You’re a monster too."
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Re: Surrounded and Unwavering [PRIVATE-Shizuo]
Thu Aug 07, 2014 3:54 pm
“ Parry and Give Ground”
Inami said her voice echoing as her body slid forward vanishing the demonic version of Kururai’s own sword, having begun to shift, ethereal edges forming as she had begun to infect the energy which comprised the internal structure of the blade. From there she would appear as if suddenly out of no where, infront of kururai, the bloody longsword jerking around in a quick overhead downwards angled diagonal slash. The blow of the blade as it sliced the air , enough to crush to maim, and or to kill. It wasn’t more then that, but as Inami had looked forward her eyes had narrowed again, becoming like stone, as she would have jerked under the blade’s slash, her fist coming impossibly fast forward, as if appearing, hopefully smashing into kururai’s stomach and sending him flying like a bullet through the landscape, although she also at the same time had done something interesting.
”..Manifest Thread Infection. “
Her words ripped out as the same time as hopefully the blow hit, her palm would have release a single thread, a miniature fraction of her power , which would for now slide into kururai’s body generating a boost of energy which would heal his body first of all, but also how it manifested would be as he wished. This thread essentially being a gift of power, as it would weave up and down, moving through his body, intergrading with the blood stream. [If Allowed] This would do one thing, the Manifest thread injected would serve for now to aid him with healing his body, but also it would do something Akin to act as a second force to drive the monster inside of Kururai, it would serve as a second voice, a consciousness which served to bring only the forced awakening of the one put inside it. Because of this now, Inami would have exhaled kicking forward as she would suddenly vanish .
Her mouth parting as she would say wickedly, her energy growing and shifting, changing and warping as she would have slowly brought the sword around. Energy converting and shifting as she would begin to do something interesting, her whole body glowing as the blade rapidly had begun to converge with threads, multiple threads which had only then began to shift , like hungry mouths. Appearing infront of Kururai, now this blade would smash straight down in unprecedented speeds, but that was a ploy, as she would have brought the blade to smash into the ground and she jumped forward. Her back exploding with threads which would have begun to spin into massive spikes, which then with immense speed, would have all plunged into kururai’s body. The threads moving as If this worked he would be smashed into a boulder, and pinned there as the threads begun ripping apart limbs, dissolving and devouring as blood impossible amounts of blood would keep flying in every direction. So much blood that inami would be covered with it, as she reached into the boy.
“..So much in here is unneeded”
To prove a point, her hand would plunge inside, pulling apart the body from the inside. First grabbing the kids intestines, pulling them out and unraveling them in a bloody mess on the floor. As they slid past her splattering and skidding off, the threads where reducing muscle and everything to dust, to rubble, ripping it completely apart. Threads rolling in every direction even further, before now Inami would have allowed these threads to pour into the empty body, filling it up, as organs begun to be replaced. Threads hardening and becoming bone, mending injuries, but also assimilating in the same process as Inami made puppets. She was the puppet god after all. So using this technique she begun to rip to shred and to tear. To bring kururai to bits, as she kept muttering.. “..snip snip snip” as she was riping bits out that had been put in there without a purpose. Ripping off that human shell, and doing another experiment on him.
By replacing his internal working organs with threads comprised of energy, which would eventually melt and look the same as organs, threads which would ripple all internally forming inside of kururai, Only then using her own regenerative abilities. Had Inami pulled threads from her chest, and begun stitching the blood back into the body. Stitching the soul into place, using these threads to perminantly make a new puppet which would destroy and rip things apart. Essentially this would bind him and generate energy inside of the man which would be equivalent to a demons. As shown with ibiki, inami could attach her threads to others and divest energy inside them. However then she would have taken her arm, and plunged a hole straight through kururai’s chest. Blood exploding on the other side, as she would have poured his body back together, leaving half of his body normal, but half of his body would be that of a puppets, an armament which would become a part of Inami when needed, but also was the mark of her power.
“..Mongrel ill show you what it means to be a complete monster”
After which She would have slowly grinned pulling the blood from the ground , and then pushing all of that blood into the males body, forcing his heart to restart, as Inami would have slowly turned and grinned, and then she would say, as the demon and the hollow parts began to war inside each other, the puppet gods threads, quelling both forcing them to lay separate, corrupting and making kururai different, as these threads would then wrap around the body , all the hairs on kururai’s head being replaced by these threads as she had slowly looked down, her eyes narrowing as she had grinned..
“… If you wish to be stronger, prove to me you won’t die here and now”
Inami said her voice echoing as her body slid forward vanishing the demonic version of Kururai’s own sword, having begun to shift, ethereal edges forming as she had begun to infect the energy which comprised the internal structure of the blade. From there she would appear as if suddenly out of no where, infront of kururai, the bloody longsword jerking around in a quick overhead downwards angled diagonal slash. The blow of the blade as it sliced the air , enough to crush to maim, and or to kill. It wasn’t more then that, but as Inami had looked forward her eyes had narrowed again, becoming like stone, as she would have jerked under the blade’s slash, her fist coming impossibly fast forward, as if appearing, hopefully smashing into kururai’s stomach and sending him flying like a bullet through the landscape, although she also at the same time had done something interesting.
”..Manifest Thread Infection. “
Her words ripped out as the same time as hopefully the blow hit, her palm would have release a single thread, a miniature fraction of her power , which would for now slide into kururai’s body generating a boost of energy which would heal his body first of all, but also how it manifested would be as he wished. This thread essentially being a gift of power, as it would weave up and down, moving through his body, intergrading with the blood stream. [If Allowed] This would do one thing, the Manifest thread injected would serve for now to aid him with healing his body, but also it would do something Akin to act as a second force to drive the monster inside of Kururai, it would serve as a second voice, a consciousness which served to bring only the forced awakening of the one put inside it. Because of this now, Inami would have exhaled kicking forward as she would suddenly vanish .
Her mouth parting as she would say wickedly, her energy growing and shifting, changing and warping as she would have slowly brought the sword around. Energy converting and shifting as she would begin to do something interesting, her whole body glowing as the blade rapidly had begun to converge with threads, multiple threads which had only then began to shift , like hungry mouths. Appearing infront of Kururai, now this blade would smash straight down in unprecedented speeds, but that was a ploy, as she would have brought the blade to smash into the ground and she jumped forward. Her back exploding with threads which would have begun to spin into massive spikes, which then with immense speed, would have all plunged into kururai’s body. The threads moving as If this worked he would be smashed into a boulder, and pinned there as the threads begun ripping apart limbs, dissolving and devouring as blood impossible amounts of blood would keep flying in every direction. So much blood that inami would be covered with it, as she reached into the boy.
“..So much in here is unneeded”
To prove a point, her hand would plunge inside, pulling apart the body from the inside. First grabbing the kids intestines, pulling them out and unraveling them in a bloody mess on the floor. As they slid past her splattering and skidding off, the threads where reducing muscle and everything to dust, to rubble, ripping it completely apart. Threads rolling in every direction even further, before now Inami would have allowed these threads to pour into the empty body, filling it up, as organs begun to be replaced. Threads hardening and becoming bone, mending injuries, but also assimilating in the same process as Inami made puppets. She was the puppet god after all. So using this technique she begun to rip to shred and to tear. To bring kururai to bits, as she kept muttering.. “..snip snip snip” as she was riping bits out that had been put in there without a purpose. Ripping off that human shell, and doing another experiment on him.
By replacing his internal working organs with threads comprised of energy, which would eventually melt and look the same as organs, threads which would ripple all internally forming inside of kururai, Only then using her own regenerative abilities. Had Inami pulled threads from her chest, and begun stitching the blood back into the body. Stitching the soul into place, using these threads to perminantly make a new puppet which would destroy and rip things apart. Essentially this would bind him and generate energy inside of the man which would be equivalent to a demons. As shown with ibiki, inami could attach her threads to others and divest energy inside them. However then she would have taken her arm, and plunged a hole straight through kururai’s chest. Blood exploding on the other side, as she would have poured his body back together, leaving half of his body normal, but half of his body would be that of a puppets, an armament which would become a part of Inami when needed, but also was the mark of her power.
“..Mongrel ill show you what it means to be a complete monster”
After which She would have slowly grinned pulling the blood from the ground , and then pushing all of that blood into the males body, forcing his heart to restart, as Inami would have slowly turned and grinned, and then she would say, as the demon and the hollow parts began to war inside each other, the puppet gods threads, quelling both forcing them to lay separate, corrupting and making kururai different, as these threads would then wrap around the body , all the hairs on kururai’s head being replaced by these threads as she had slowly looked down, her eyes narrowing as she had grinned..
“… If you wish to be stronger, prove to me you won’t die here and now”
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Re: Surrounded and Unwavering [PRIVATE-Shizuo]
Fri Aug 08, 2014 6:40 pm
Song: Accelerate (Sauniks Remix) --- By: Courtney Jenaé --- Word Count: 1867
There were several things going through Kururai's mind, one of these things primarily focused on what Inami had recently said. She claimed him to be a monster. One in the same, without much difference from her or any of the other creatures they were slaying. Him? A monster? She might just be right. Kururai was beginning to submit to such an idea. It made sense--after all, for this entire time, he had been solely focused on her destruction; and one way or another, that was wishing for death and bloodshed. It was probably true. No, it was undoubtedly true. He IS a monster; there was nothing to deny such a notion.
Even during this time--the whole time, in fact, the Nether had stayed quiet, allowing him to go on an unending rampage. In fact, since the beginning of Inami's appearance, its voice was absent--as if it wasn't surprised or worried for Kururai, as it had been before. What was the reason for that? As if it had already expected or known the outcome. Otherwise, what other reason would he have to keep silent. Either way, at this point, Kururai was listening and consuming all the words Inami had been saying--'til now.
"Parry and give ground."
What? Now, he was confused. Give ground would imply that he should stop there--accept what was going to happen. What WAS going to happen, anyways? What would come after his parry that he'd need to give ground to? The wonder in such an occurrence would fail to consume him, however; instead, he shifted focus towards actually being successful in the parry considering Inami's speeds were too intense to deal with without putting one's all into it; this time was different though. She didn't simply swing down at him.
That wasn't all there was to what she had thrown at him. Perhaps this was what she meant by 'parry and give ground'--as in, parry the first blow, but submit to the second. Right after the blade within her grasp had swung down to meet Kururai's arm once more, her other hand formed a fist and smashed into Kururai's open wound, his stomach rippling in the strength behind her lunging punch. His intestines slew in what was no doubt scrambling mess; he could feel the organs from within rupturing one after the other. If it wasn't for her hand over his open wound, it'd be expected that his guts would overflow and spew out from the hole left there.
"Manifest Thread Infection." These words were spoken in unison with her second attack, a single thread making its way and seeping into his insides from the opening; a bit of energy could be felt pouring into the thread, following the flying half-corpse that was Kururai's body, his whole mass gliding through the air across innumerable dozens of metres.
Despite the wriggling pain he was going through, the wounds and damage he had sustained began to fade, albeit the pain remaining for certain. It was seem as though the minuscule energy poured into the thread that connected himself and Inami was feeding energy into his near-lifeless body, which was and had been torrenting and churning inside out from the blow he had taken earlier. The thread did not simply connect the two, however. Rather, it began to make its way throughout his body, even running throughout his veins and arteries.
Kururai could feel each and every turn the thread made within his body, the racing processing rate within his mind retaining its speed, allowing him to be aware of it snaking throughout himself. The sensation wasn't pleasant, and in fact hurt just as much as the explosion within his gut. The thread was moving at an incalculable speed, so every single time the thread touched the walls of his insides, he could feel the full force of the friction generated. It had burned throughout him, going far beyond a simple sting; but, at the same time each touch fed energy into and throughout him, acting in place of the dimming Dimensional Energy and healing his body.
Unfortunately, the pain was so great it was beyond verbal expression. His eyes appeared as if they were attempting the escape their sockets, his mouth gaping wide as he gasped for air. Not a single word came out--not a single noise was given. Instead, he simply flew through the air silently, a disgusting face displayed for all to see--if they could even keep track of him in mid-flight with overwhelming speed.
Following right behind Kururai's speeding body was Inami herself, chasing after him with a wicked grin plastered across her face--unfortunately, the struggling boy would not be aware of her, instead focused on dealing with the overwhelming pain that was useless to fight. From her body would be countless threads, swerving in rapid unpredictable movement, chasing after his body like hungry wolves chasing prey. Moving just as fast was Kururai's blade in Inami's hand, glowing and beginning to converge with the threads. In the end, the sword had swung forward smashing his body straight into the ground.
The force felt from this blade was completely ignored, as the pain from within him had gone unmatched in comparison to any blow that could be dealt from the outside. And yet, despite all this wretched pain, his body would be sustained, simply healing itself throughout the duration of the process. His thoughts grew empty and black--instead, his mind was preoccupied and consumed by all that was going on within his battered body.
His vision was unclear and blurry, and so the visage of Inami looking down on him and plunging his body with countless spiked threads expelled from her back would not be seen. These spikes would begin working throughout Kururai's body, ripping the newly healed cells apart with incredible and unrestrained speed. It was just as if they had put him through every possibly painful experience. His body would fail to grow pale despite the heavy amounts of blood draining from his body, as it was restored from regeneration. At this point, it was as if his body was in an eternal borderline of destruction and creation, practically every cell in his body destroyed and replaced countless times over. So much that he began to grow numb from the damned ritualistic process.
Inami's mouth would open once again, but the words coming from her mouth were inaudible. Kururai's face showed only a blank stare, practically complacent from Inami's defiling actions unto his body. In fact, her hand plunging into his body and pulling parts out without reason was something he would pay little attention to--at this point, he had taken all the pain he possibly could. A cold feeling was reflected on his face, simply taking in all the horror that occurred.
Throughout the process, in replacement of the things escaping his body as it was ravaged were threads--without them, his body would have already looked like a mesh of powdered flesh. The threads grew in volume and number, becoming akin to different substances of the body.
By the end of it, Inami had said a number of other words, but anything she had to say was all for naught. His ears had long since forgotten their ability to hear, as practically the entirety of his body was anew. Not a single part of his old human self remained, only the demon flesh of his new self present.
Ba-bump.
His body had likely already died several times over throughout the process, and yet a beat had risen. The beat akin to his heart. Had his heart begun to work once more? It would appear as though, once again, Inami was responsible. She had taken his heart and restarted it, the demonic thing beating and pumping new blood throughout his replaced veins. It felt.. odd. Different, for one. It felt as though he was emitting demonic energy even. How so? His artificial hollow-soul had seemed unchanged throughout the process... or actually.. No. It wasn't his hollow soul. There was something else supplying the energy. Something else within him.
"Bastard...."
These words were fully audible. But how? With a practically entirely new body, it was one thing to get over the ordeal that had just occurred, but it would unexpectedly take time for one to adjust to a new self--but not Kururai. He had already gone through a similar process before. A body that was not his own--his conception was uncannily similar. This was something Kururai had already done--a second time wasn't going to be much harder.
"Bastard..."
Once more he spoke, but it still didn't make sense. Setting aside gaining control of the body, how was he to regain consciousness in the first place? Will. The mixed emotions he once felt about Shadow Fall, the Asthavons, the rage that once seethed from within him. It all became clear. Now, he would feel one thing for both existences: indifference. Now, he had only seen them to be two existences. Nothing more, nothing less. And as what he was now, a monster, he could simply decide to coexist with them, or choose to defy them, and as a monster, destroy them any way he could.
With this clarity, a return of awareness occurred, but at this point he was only aware of his self. Which meant, he was also aware of whatever else was within him, seemingly the demonic energy it was supplying to his restored body. There was something else within him, potentially in control of his body. But this situation was new to him either. His very birth required of Kururai the ability to surpass whatever else was within, and take grasp of them. Yes--this was his rebirth. He would be born again, not as an artificial hollow that had consumed the soul of a human and taken control of their body. Instead, he would be that same hollow, forcing his grasp over the demon now within him, and grasp the reformed body. And that he did.
This time, however, it was far easier. No doubt, a demon was what he was dealing with here, but for something newly conceived to have the same level of desire to live as Kururai, who had already overcome the will of a fully grown human, fearful for their life, and had done so when it was no older than this new existence within him was now? Ridiculous. Such a notion was an abhorrent thought that could never pass through Kururai's mind. No, its existence would end now. Just as before, he would act freely and take control and demand what he wanted.
"Bastard..!"
It was nowhere near as much of a struggle to retake his body as it was the first time he did it. As such, his words were not directed towards the new existence that had just been trampled upon within his body. No, those words were for the being who would have recreated him.
His eyes, once blank and lifeless, regained their colour--and they were sharp as ever. His whole body would seem like it would regain strength and vigor, emitting not only in the Dimensional Energy that had always coarsed throughout its body, but a new sensation. The feel of a demon. And the eyes that belonged to that which emitted such Demonic Energy held a piercing glare, focused on the girl before his body--Inami Asthavon.
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Re: Surrounded and Unwavering [PRIVATE-Shizuo]
Sat Aug 16, 2014 11:22 am
“..You think i’m a bastard… well guess what, I may be a bastard but I’m not done with you yet .
Inami said as she would have plunged her hand into the center of Kururai’s chest at speeds that in his enhanced state he would be able to possibly understand and feel due to the heightening of his senses to this major extent, as the Demoness had used her energies to imbed and bring out the full potential of the individual which had been enlightened to the truths about being a monster. Her hand suddenly clenching on the tip of the heart which had originally been beating inside of the artificial hollows chest. Her fingers twitching as she then with another absurdly quick yank, ripped the heart out of his chest, Crushing that heart she would have mixed the blood with her own, as she cut through her wrist, blood splattering into her cupped palm, the blood mixing into a paste, as she would have struck her nail in the center of the mans chest. Warping his powers and giving them the gift of an Asthavons birthright. Blood energy, and madness, mixing in a never ending soup would be the ink to her nail which scored markings into the males body.
“..You will be my finest creation, my personal servant, and my faithful knight. Be greatful.”
Her voice shifted as she would have continued to mark up and draw the runic markings against the skin , each one causing an electric burning sensation to crawl across his chest, due to the runes burning sensation and meanings. It was quite simple and honestly it was also easy to see what happened, the markings would glow purple with miasma as Inami had drawn the markings of demonic seals over every inch of the Mans body, further increasing their power with asthavon or royal demon blood, creating a monster which wouldn’t bow to anyone, this blood would greatly augment his demonic energies, but completely bind the individual to Inami’s Beck and Call. Becoming a perfect blade, honing this blade, and making it work was something she was interested now in doing. Simple, clean, and effective, just how inami liked to do things. Which was why as she continued to draw the markings she would have completely inked his entire body, watching it bleed before she would step back.
“..You will be reborn under my command, you will be my strongest blade. My only puppet, serve me well. And survive. “
Inami would say as she stepped back and began to walk off. Her head turning back as she’d say.
“..You can decide for yourself to serve me or not, but if you betray me, ill kill you. Now good-day , and don’t die.. newborn creature of two worlds. “
Inami had finished as she vanished as suddenly as when she came, going back to demon world-
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Inami said as she would have plunged her hand into the center of Kururai’s chest at speeds that in his enhanced state he would be able to possibly understand and feel due to the heightening of his senses to this major extent, as the Demoness had used her energies to imbed and bring out the full potential of the individual which had been enlightened to the truths about being a monster. Her hand suddenly clenching on the tip of the heart which had originally been beating inside of the artificial hollows chest. Her fingers twitching as she then with another absurdly quick yank, ripped the heart out of his chest, Crushing that heart she would have mixed the blood with her own, as she cut through her wrist, blood splattering into her cupped palm, the blood mixing into a paste, as she would have struck her nail in the center of the mans chest. Warping his powers and giving them the gift of an Asthavons birthright. Blood energy, and madness, mixing in a never ending soup would be the ink to her nail which scored markings into the males body.
“..You will be my finest creation, my personal servant, and my faithful knight. Be greatful.”
Her voice shifted as she would have continued to mark up and draw the runic markings against the skin , each one causing an electric burning sensation to crawl across his chest, due to the runes burning sensation and meanings. It was quite simple and honestly it was also easy to see what happened, the markings would glow purple with miasma as Inami had drawn the markings of demonic seals over every inch of the Mans body, further increasing their power with asthavon or royal demon blood, creating a monster which wouldn’t bow to anyone, this blood would greatly augment his demonic energies, but completely bind the individual to Inami’s Beck and Call. Becoming a perfect blade, honing this blade, and making it work was something she was interested now in doing. Simple, clean, and effective, just how inami liked to do things. Which was why as she continued to draw the markings she would have completely inked his entire body, watching it bleed before she would step back.
“..You will be reborn under my command, you will be my strongest blade. My only puppet, serve me well. And survive. “
Inami would say as she stepped back and began to walk off. Her head turning back as she’d say.
“..You can decide for yourself to serve me or not, but if you betray me, ill kill you. Now good-day , and don’t die.. newborn creature of two worlds. “
Inami had finished as she vanished as suddenly as when she came, going back to demon world-
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Re: Surrounded and Unwavering [PRIVATE-Shizuo]
Sun Aug 17, 2014 11:56 am
Song: Accelerate (Sauniks Remix) --- By: Courtney Jenaé --- Word Count: 1069
The arrogance was unnerving in the girl before him. But, it was likely reasonable; it was beyond true that Kururai had, without objection, been beaten to a pulp by Inami--quite literally, in fact. With that, there was little to complain about, and little excuse in Kururai's weakness. But now, he was reborn. It was a different matter altogether--despite his previous hatred directed towards the Asthavon family, and especially Inami in those moments passed, he had now felt rather grateful. She had imparted on him a new bulk of knowledge, and while he didn't understand it all just quite yet--likely a matter of perspective--it was an undeniable fact that she had granted him new strength. Unfortunately, such a process was done through an utmost painful way; it was questionable how Kururai survived. In fact, from the gaps of memory throughout that whole ordeal, it was likely that more than a few times during the desecration of his body, life wasn't one of the many things coursing throughout him.
However, setting aside the luck that allowed him to revitalize himself, one way or another, in exchange for the unbearable pain that few have had the displeasure of going through, a likely burst of unimaginable power and strength was given to Kururai. Sadly, the painful experience was not over. As Inami spoke once more, her sadistic words resonating throughout the plain, her hand and lunged forward and plunged into Kururai's blood-plastered chest. Adding to the misfortune was the body's heightened state. Along with his new demonic body was a new set of nerves--nerves with a higher level of sensitivity. One could obviously assume the outcome.
Inami's fingers twitch as she thrusted her hand from Kururai's body, his beating heart plucked and within her grasp, gripping the damned thing as the sensation coursed throughout his body, the nerves reacting accordingly as he would have shriveled in pain--would have. Despite the new nerves and heightened sensitivity, Inami had still managed to absolutely ravage the entirety of Kururai's body. It wasn't to say that he was immune to pain, but it's easily understandable that he's grown, to some degree, used to the unimaginable pains that could be inflicted on him--one of those things just so happened to be organ-ripping.
It wasn't to say that he didn't feel this overwhelming pain, however. Rather, his reaction to it wouldn't have been as wild as before--the intensity of such an act was still felt in full-force. So, Kururai's actual physical reaction to it? His pupils would shrivel to a minuscule state, as his hands would clench tight enough to make his palms bleed profusely. That was the extent of it though. Now, at this point it's easily expected that whatever happens to his heart, he'd be oblivious to it feeling-wise, right? Any god of misfortune out there would predictably be watching over his body intently.
With his heart completely unattached to his body, Inami's fingers crushed the blood-pumping muscle, blood from her wrist mixing into it--and with her blood sliding to her fingertips? The Asthavon girl would plunge her nail into Kururai's chest, dragging it across the surface as symbols and markings were carved into him, demonic in appearance--almost as if they were like seals.
The resulting end from that action? As it would be seem, Kururai's body would be transformed into that of Asthavon birth-right, beings of a high enough caliber being able to take notice to the birth of another demon of royal blood--body-wise, in the least.
"..You will be my finest creation, my personal servant, and my faithful knight. Be greatful." Her shifted voice came with a disgusting aftertaste in Kururai's tongue. It didn't matter how grateful he might've felt to Inami--she still ripped apart his body and made him into a bloody-mess, turning his once human body into a mashed pulp. A physical-level of putrid hate wouldn't be something so easily gotten over. But, despite all that, it was a sensible statement, and one he'd like to, but didn't argue with.
The duration of those words were accompanied by an electrifying sting making its way throughout the demonic body, each of these pulses seemingly caused by the completion of seals and markings carved into him. Each scratch would glow purple in a miasmic aura. By the end of it, there wasn't a single inch of skin left unmarked. "..You will be reborn under my command, you will be my strongest blade. My only puppet, serve me well. And survive. " To be honest, the words seemed a tad flattering, but they didn't feel like it, considering the words being paired with an immensely painful experience.
It was to Kururai's great pleasure that those words were followed by the end of the devlish procedure. This time seemed to be final, as Inami stood up and turned her back to him, walking off in the distance with her head turned back. "..You can decide for yourself to serve me or not, but if you betray me, ill kill you. Now good-day , and don’t die.. newborn creature of two worlds. "
It wasn't an easy thing to respond to. For one, it'd take some deep thinking and consideration--it sounded like a reasonable offer, but a questionable one at that. At the least, she gave him a choice--of course, an absolute rule accompanied it, but it was something Kururai quiet literally couldn't fight. The other likely reason to his lack of response was the fact that he was just recently ravaged, and while he had easily regained control of the entire body, all the markings that soon faded made him sore all-over, residual pain being anything but absent.
For now, along with Inami's vanishing to who knows where, rest was the likely choice. Two good things would come from resting: Kururai's realisation that with a new and stronger body--a demon one at that--the flow of Dimensional Energy would be a far easier feat, and with his very own power-source now accompanying him? Regeneration of his body would be a far easier task.
Yes... for now, Kururai would rest. Rest and grasp the situation at hand. The least to be said? He was stronger now, and with this new strength, the future would be something to look into. His wide-open eyes closed shut, as dimensional energy painfully poured Kururai's back, leaking into the ground and ripping space apart, his ragdolled body falling into the spacial rip. For now, at least, he was back home.
Back to the Nether he went.
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Re: Surrounded and Unwavering [PRIVATE-Shizuo]
Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:20 am
✖| Clean Up Time!! |✚
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It's been 2014 or even before that!
There for I will be locking this thread, feel free to revisit this and keep on reading!
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