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Re: The Journey To A Goddess
Thu Oct 23, 2014 1:47 am
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Alternative ending to The Journery To A Goddess below
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Alternative ending to The Journery To A Goddess below
Artist: Abnormal OST - Song: Mata Katenakatta - Word Count: 1020
Tendrils. Thousands of them. That is what emerged from the murky depths of the darkness beneath all of their feet. A darkness that seemed to spiral on forever and ever. However, these spiked appendages did not go after Neoveta, nor did they go after Iriko. Indeed, they went STRAIGHT for Deveta. Capturing him in a series of sharpened tentacles, they were black, gold, white and red in color as the sounds of children and females laughing echoed throughout the entity of The Castle of Causality.
In that instant, the eyes of Deveta seemed to dull into a very pale shade of gray and the descendant into the Heart of himself began. Although his life force was still very much great, something seemed to be fading within himself and absolving into the tendrils themselves. In fact, there were even new appendages spewing out of the void forming in his chest and attaching to the tentacles all around him.
This was indeed -- The Will of The Heart. What was occurring now was something that was bound to happen at some place and time. The damage done to Deveta was far too great, the truth was becoming unveiled to him by the moment and the ascension of Khala was far too great to suppress. The balance of power between the two was skewed and this moment all but proved it.
Therefore, as Deveta dissolved further into this abyss of darkness, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh as burn marks, bruises, black blood and rotted skin emerged all throughout his body. In this warm abyss, the will of The Heart would see to it that his desires were fulfilled and that he'd no longer feel the pain of his miserable existence. By living on within his heart, Khala Asthavon would absorb The Demon God into herself and take his place as the new dominant force.
"Look 'Veta, the sun is rising~"
In that oh-so familiar tone of voice, the sounds of Khala's essence echoed throughout the four-walls of this ever-spiraling prison. And just as quickly as it appeared -- it crumbled. The ceiling broke to pieces and a golden and white sky drowned everything in an overbearing light. Strong winds whiplashed all throughout the darkness and the blacked chains of the heavens fell all around them.
"The world we created...is going to be saved. And the world we leave behind, should be left to sink and return to that of the night."
In those warm words and calm sights, perhaps that is what he wanted. There was no purpose in his existence, so there was no purpose for him to suffer as that meanless shell either. To be consumed into something greater that Khala was becoming -- was only the natural course of progression.
She had built the foundations of the new era into Demon World, paved the path of war and shouldered his burden for so many years. While he lay in the abyss running away from it all, she stood in the light and carried his pain on her shoulder to bare until her right to rule had came. So due to his foresight, or rather, lack of action, he was forced to become the submissive and serve Khala as their natural order so proclaimed. The Will -- Of The Demon Gods Heart was King.
"I suppose it was inevitable that I'd meet a miserable end such as this. Or rather...I yearned for such an end. It can't be helped since I wanted you two to slay this "me" on that day. That is the mission I gave you, after all, Khala. And you responded beyond my wildest, divine imagination"
Sounding soft spoken, as if there were sorrow behind his voice, the Demon God seemed to transition from his shade of infinite to dark to that of eternal light. Turning his gaze to Neoveta, then Iriko, a nod of his head was all that was given to confirm his "end" was coming. "For the meantime, I'll accept and acknowledge this "me" as dominant."
Closing his heavy eyes, The Fading Demon God seemed to ease back into the pool of shadows that bubbled and foamed into that which was an ocean of light. Despite that heavenly scenery, like an ominous growl, the opening of a singular eye came to be in his forehead and shattered that calmness for but a brief few moments. It was filled with the night that had once filled the room, and had within the center of it -- a shade of crimson darker than the most murky blood. "However, don't forget that either of us can become the dominant or submissive self. Our divinity is constantly changing, always evolving. So if you leave even the smallest opening, I'll creep in like a plague, proceed to get rid of you and crush you until there is nothing left...much as my state is now."
Following those words, Deveta started to become one with that which was his heart and his will.
But -- not before the faint tapping of Deveta's hand could be felt across Neoveta, Iriko and Khala's own chest; wherever she may be at this point.
"Oh, and here's a warning. If you really want my power to stay stable, do your best not to die until the next time I appear."
And with that -- The Demon God was no more.
Drowned into this neverending light, he had been consumed by his own heart and put to sleep.
For now, The Empty Shell of The Demon God had been silenced and his power was now in the hands of his Heart. The Heart he had so yearned for to guide him through this darkness that was existence. With her new purpose, enlightened religion and heightened sense of self; everything was left to her.
Thus, coming forth from this pool, was a bare girl. Luscious aqua hair, slender body frame, golden eyes with a golden glow; this was -- Khala reborn.
So, this newborn version of The Demon God's turned to Neoveta and Iriko, with a smile on her face, and said these words:
"Thank you~"
Re: The Journey To A Goddess
Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:56 pm
Artist: 東方/Vocal - Song: LOVE - Word Count: 1282
So, the body was out of balance, the mind was out of sight and the essence was tainted. It sounds like her other half had all but forgotten one thing: connection. The bonds that tethered their existence had been so skewed since the dawning of the first sun so many billions of years ago. It was no wonder she could feel her other half having no purpose, yearning to die and leaving his mission to her. The Heart of The Demon God understood what he needed to do now more than ever with the help of The Soul King's blessed children.
The chains buckled, the walls cracked and the darkness gave way into a golden illuminance. Morphing, contorting and spiraling; that which was negative, and that which was positive were finding their equilibrium together. Although there was a desire to consume Deveta, Khala understood that she'd be doing nothing more than what Deveta had done to her for millions of years: commit the sin of rejection. They'd never escape this literal hell that way; even as the vision of a world where she was the solo demon god played before them.
No -- in this world -- in this time -- they needed each other. Not a single soul was a one act show, and neither were that of the gods. Much like darkness cannot exist with light, Khala could not live on with Deveta; and Deveta could not live with her. So they needed to acknowledge each others differences, accept what has occurred and unite their affection to reach infinity once more.
Therefore, before Deveta had the chance to eject himself from this plane of existence, the prayer of Neoveta and the warmth of Iriko pulled Khala from her slumber. And in this way, her will held The Demon God place. Awakening with her wits about her, now was not the time for The Goddess's instabilities to take root. As like spiraling vortex of infinite sorrow, the anguish that Khala carried for Deveta was coming back to him ten-fold and it was apparent that The Godlings structure could not handle that torment. He received a taste of what she endured -- and that was punishment enough.
Unlike him, she'd not allow for such eternal sorrow to devour her other half. They could not do this alone, and they had to accept that fact. Thus, an eruption of energy flowed into the vast room and the day became night, as much as the night became day. This fusion, this unity, were the gods becoming equal. It is why Khala did not appear from the prisons in the skies above them, the light of release around them, nor in the depths of the murky isolation below their feet.
Instead, Khala came forth from out of the hole in Deveta's chest. To fulfill that void as much as he fulfilled the void within her. They could not rely on others to do that for them, for this was an act that needed to come from the internal self. The roots of their torment, misalignment and contorted actions could all be traced back to one thing: disharmony from one's true self.
They were separated from the people who needed them. They were detached from the spirits who loved them. And, most of all, they were disconnected from each other. With this total disorder, the whole of The Demon God became disjointed from the very world that gave birth to their divine power. Failing to learn their past, unwilling to listen to their world, never hearing their own consciousnesses intuition to guide them; all of these led to such disbalance that The Demon God's Heart sought to correct in her slumber.
So as a single hand came forth from out of the torso of Deveta, Khala began reconstructing herself and binding her other half back to this world. Grunting, suffering and desiring for this completion; The Heart did not give out from its owner who so wanted it gone. As much as they wanted to give out, despite the fact it felt right to fade out of this existence they called life, it just wasn't their time yet.
Thus, The Demon God let out a hellish yell as Khala's entire body leapt forth from his chest; spewing black blood in every which direction but right. Bare as the day she was born, Khala laid face first in the shadow and light colored water floor around them. Covering her entire body was an aqua-hued hair that extended down to her feet.
So it was hard to gauge how she appeared -- until The Godling suddenly sprang to life with a grin.
Indeed, Khala's smile gave a hint of the same wickedness Iriko faced on that dark day; but with the same sense of calmness as her innermost serene self. As Deveta's body became solid once more, what Khala had done became more clear. There was a sense of the same girl who brought the Soul Society to its knee, but at the same time the girl who unveiled herself bare to The Crow was there as well. And the Demon God who wished to be nothing was still very much alive, while at the same time a Demon God desired to be more had birthed.
Connecting like a chain that never ends, these distorted and whole selves of The Divine were acknowledged and put back into place. They could never be destroyed, but neither could these PAST selves obliterate their new path towards a better godhood. So, as bloodied and injured as Khala was, she began to stand on her own two feet once more; Deveta following much in the same suit as he shook his head in disbelief at what she did.
"Then listen to your heart and let us guide one another towards this new future we've been given. I am you and I understand that you desire to improve. You cannot hide that from me."
Speaking in a soothing voice, the hints of discord slithered like a lingering aura around the essence of The Godlings Heart, but the way she represented herself appeared to otherwise show that she had accepted it for what it was and kept it at bay through that method. So, she would further embrace these feelings and rub the right cheek of Deveta ever so smoothly; reflecting the same convergence of feeling to Iriko and Neoveta as well; making sure to glance back at them and give the same smile in return for bringing themselves to this place.
"We've been out of balance for too long, and the world can sense that. It is why when I opened my heart that day, I discovered that it can still teach us new things and better incorporate that into our kingdom, our people, our religion. I can share what we need to do to have..a proper purpose...if you're open to listening to your heart for once."
So, as she took a deep breath and exhaled, the stability and instabilities of Deveta and Khala's existence came to a centerpoint. It allowed for a sense of composure The Godlings have not shown in quite sometime. Perchance, it was this that allowed her to speak her mind and take responsibility for what she felt was a travesty.
"That is what The Mortal taught me that day. And for that, I apologize to all for blocking this reality out and not realizing this missing fact sooner."
Directing these words to Iriko, Deveta and all those who followed her; these sentiments were directed to everyone, and no one at the same time.
Ah.
This was -- a revelation to The Gods.