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Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]
Thu Nov 06, 2014 10:46 am
BEGIN
IGNITION SEQUENCE
The number of super powered entities began to grow and grow, all Lorin was able to do was lift his head enough to slowly look around at the scene before him. Still not a single person had lifted hand to harm any that was around. For some reason or another, this brought him back to his days as a younger child when he would watch cartoons on the holographic projector. The people in the shows would always carry on with chatter and what not for seemingly no reason except to satisfy the needs of the people that were extremely far to into the show. The drama and intensity from the speeches the people gave in these shows were similar to that of what he was witnessing at this very moment. He could only smirk as the Demon in the sky presented herself and spoke the way she did.
One thing that still seemed to remain was the fatigue that was placed onto Lorin, though for short durations of time he would close his eyes and see the aura's of those that were in front of him. He was able to scale and gauge their power and ability through doing so, but he wasn't sure what it all meant. His skin tingled from time to time and as he closed his eyes and looked at himself he could see a small amount of red forming at the center of his body. He could only guess that the exposure that was made in the past had allowed him to do this, but now with all these high powered entities being around it would be no high surprise to him if he some how came out of this as one of the supernatural humans that his books told him about.
The aura the man carried would drop and Lorin would begin to gain his strength back, but even in doing so all he was able to do was use his arms to slide himself up and away, propping himself up against the building. He'd move the shattered glass with a sweeping motion of his hand, getting small nicks and cuts on his knuckles and the digits of his fingers. He was hardly able to feel anything physically, but he knew this would sting like crazy when he took a shower later, assuming he'd still be able to do so.
The man with the sword would down onto Lorin with an enigmatic gaze that Lorin couldn't quite figure out and off his protection. Lorin would simply raise his thumb up modestly in response with a slight smirk. Remaining speechless for now as he tried to adjust to the small amount of spiritual energy that still lingered in the area, seeping deep into his skin find its way into his blood line.
Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]
Wed Nov 12, 2014 12:19 am
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Bit by bit, the influence of the city was coming to be back under the possession of Shadow Fall. There was a commotion that had shook up the population within this condensed region of the city, indeed, but there was no cause for panic. Through the hands of The Demon Princess, the mess that had presented itself to her would be fixed, patched and tethered back together piece by piece if she so had her way.
It is why when the faint cries of a creature whimpering for help reached The Royal Demon's ears, Neoveta focused instinctively on this broken energy signature. Familiar with the typical patterns of The Quincy races spiritual force, it was none too easy to deduce that the female before The Child's feet belonged to that species. Therefore, her mind sparked to life like a burning fire and raced through its circuits to come up with a remedy to help tend to this persons injuries.
Through The Demoness's influence pouring over into the area and bathing the injured woman in its enchanting embrace; the activation of her healing magic was rather easy to achieve from that factor being present. Therefore, the first symptom that was being treated was the obvious damage to the persons psyche. It was clear to Neoveta that her mind was in despair due to the fact that powerful demons often loved to play mental tricks or attacks on their opponents from her knowledge.
Therefore, with Neoveta's energy particles spreading in and within Ascensia like a torrential downpour, The Princess could utilize her Omi-Healing to create a form of Mental Therapy. By overpowering The Quincy's willpower through her hardened resolution, overflowing that body of hers with the vast depths of The Godlings power and understanding that the damage done was not too irreversible yet; the probability of Ascenia ascending to a relaxed state of mind was more than feasible.
In fact, this Quincy may very well begin to notice that the confidence within herself surging to a high-point with this hand pushing her back to the depths of stability. It is not that the fear itself had been entirely erased, but the repairs done to Ascenia's psyche allowed for them to be acknowledged. With this acknowledgement and sense of control over her emotions, The Quincy could very well act in spite of them and become even stronger over time as this thinking would repeat itself like an eternal cycle to block out the shadow grasp of The Vampire's reach.
Next, with this aura growing more potent in its capacity to heal, the protection of Neoveta's semi-divine energy paved a way for the recovery of the majority of damage done to Ascenia's body. The burning sensation would fade like a candle being put out by a harsh rush of cold wind, exhaustion may very well be replaced with new life and vigor and the sense of prime health should very well come to a peak within the conscious mind of The Quincy.
Having tended to the wounds of the broken spirit before her; a brief, but soft smile came to pass across the once stoic face of Neoveta. It was one that conveyed a sense of acknowledgement to the Quincy before her. In this way the force of The Demon Princess was here to construct a solid ground for Ascensia to stand on and provide assistance in this world of terror and anguish.
"You may very well take my hand, Quincy. I am here to serve and protect you."
Every word that flowed from the mind of The Demoness came in such a soft and gentle tone that conveyed sentiments understanding, serenity and compassion. These notions reached far into the core of Ascenia's mind, and caused the followers Khalaism in the vicinity to put The Quincy under their care. Two Demons emerged from the threshold in black cloaks and stared with haramonus intent from their glowing white eyes.
"If you so desire, we'd liked to invite you to the house of Khalaism. You seem like a hurt, lost and lonely soul. So, as a group, all of us desire for you to find a home, a purpose and a people to call your own. We won't force you into this following, but the door is open if you want to reach an understanding you've never known and a greater sense peace you've yet to experience."
These words came not from the two demonic men that stood next to Ascenia, but from the mental grasp of Neoveta's telepathic wavelink with the world around her. With one final clenching of the Demoness's hand, a sudden explosion of energy conveyed itself into the core of The Quincy's body. It was wild, it was expanding and it would soar to the surface like a rising eagle in order to bolster her strength, if only temporarily, to the likes of a novice Captain.
"So, on your permission, we can mark you if you so desire more of this. But I won't do so until you give me permission to bond you to me and us."
Through this acceptance of Khalaism, the pseudo-mark was made in order for Neoveta to make her point further clear. Even after its effect expire, The Quincy in question may still find her own energy reaching upwards to the point of an unskilled Vice Captain on the dawn of the next morning. That was just her generosity and desire to provide relief from the worlds cold grip in whatever form she could.
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Nonetheless, once the child was done assisting Ascenia, Neoveta's eyes locked on to the sight of The Shinigami's gaze. Reading his smirk as if it was a sure sign of confidence; it was not difficult for her to deduce that this man seemed to hold himself to a very great value. Therefore, she'd give an obligatory nod of the head to feed his ego a bit.
Thus, the sensation of The Demon Princess's grip failed to be removed from Mujin's body, but it reacted to his will and gave a sudden emergence of energy. Instead of tranquility? The will of his heart would turn a flare and his energy would spark to life with new vigor; the likes of which he may have never experianced in the whole of the Shinigami's life. It would be -- a Captain's power. But only allotted for a short time.
"If you wish to make something of yourself, you cannot expect to handle every situation alone. No matter how much you crave power, there will come a point where you'll need to take anothers hand. So experience the warmth of that grasp and, if you desire to prove something, make a statement with that power and find purpose in it. Carve out your will, if you so wish."
Those words were placid, direct and to the point. If the boy still desired to do this on his own, then Neoveta's influence would not buckle to his whim, but she would retract it in order to let him handle this circumstance as he saw fit. It is just a pity, to the likes of The Demoness, that other spirits do not understand such a concept.
To her? The thought of braving this world as a one man show was nothing but folly, delusion and overestimation of one's spirit. Even the likes of Matthew Hinote, The Demon Lord before them, had a partner and friend in Ketsu Iramasha. So what made The Shinigami different? That stance was yet to be fulfilled by his purpose and reason for living other than a grandiose aura of pure ignorance and viciousness surging within his spirit.
"I do not desire to sully your pride, Shinigami, but I'd yearn for you to open your mind to the possibilities that this world has." In that moment, visuals of many powerful entities surged into his minds. War generals with their vice commander in arms as they stomp down the path of battle, the scene of a boxer exercising under the guidance of his coach and spectacles of animals in pack hunting alongside for the betterment of their pack and family were all examples that Neoveta provided into the mind of Mujin for him to examine at his digression.
"If you do not, I foresee a grave demise at the hand of someone not as patient as I." Once that sentence had escaped from the enigma of her mind, the display of a screaming child running against an ogre by itself played. In a flash and in a hurry, the lone hand of the orge crushed the over confident child's head in, and like that, he was dead due to his own ego leading him down the straight path of a swift death. With no one to help him, mind ignorant to the world around him and persona refusing to acknowledge the strength of his opponent; it was no wonder he was slain. That fact is what Neoveta was yearning to convey to Mujin with his actions and character thus far.
"Please, consider that much. Even if you do not entirely accept these sentiments, at least think through what I am saying and do not brush it off so easily. For to do so is the sign of a broken and anemic mind."
With that said, her attention would then shift from Mujin to the boy he seemed rather eager to protect for some reason or another. There was something rather curious about the red haired male, but Neoveta could not place her finger on it in one way or another. However, through her keen sensory skills reaching into the realm of the otherworldly; Neoveta was able to sense that the core of the boy's body was still very much fatigued.
In light of this? The Princess sought to fix this problem. Therefore, since the youth did not push her hand away, the influence of Neoveta would connect with the wealth of power deep within the confines of Za Koa and transfer it into Lorin's embodiment. Through this relocation of strength; Neoveta desired to bolster the power within him from a powerless human to making the jump to the bare minimum of demonic strength. That is to say, the whole of Lorin's body may experience a vast production of new found energy and make his first jump of power. (Potentially making him 4-5)
"I am satisfied that you have not thrown my offer away, human. Please, take more and get yourself to safety. You are welcome to join our home if you wish, but I shan't force you. Use that gift as you may." Once finished delivering those placid words to the depths of Lorin's mind; Neoveta saw fit to have her energy swirl around the injured parts of the male's body and begin mending the cuts made to his body sealed shut.
With that conflict addressed; there was only one thing left: Matthew Hinote.
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Setting her crimson sights on the likes of Matthew; the showing of his manic grim reminded her of the all too common phenomenon of madness. An art which she was more than familiar with under the "loving" hand of her mother and so many of her followers. Yet, even if that wasn't the chase, there was no denying that the male before the child seemed more than earnest, eager and revving to throw himself at her.
It was -- excitement!
The shaking of his body, the smirking of his lips and the sensation of his energy boiling like lava were the key indicators to the Princess that this male was more than passionate about this encounting. A fact that made her rather intrigued as she gave a slight tilt of the head at the man's reaction.
Even if he was not willing to accept the religion of Khalaism, the sight of the male overflowing with such happiness -- caused -- a gentle smile to emerge across Neoveta's face.
'Twas not one of smugness, confidence or anything of the sort, but it was a pleasing sight to see that in some way, her existence was able to provide such an affectionate sign of positive emotion to surge through the demon. Which is, at the end of the day, all Neoveta ever desired to invoke in the spirits of the world around her in this dark and tragic universe.
However, as she tilted her head back to an upright position, the ingestion of Matthew's words made the stoic expression of The Child begin to come back into view ever-so slowly.
"Times change, people change and the world changes. In that era, humans used to kill demons, and demons used to kill humans out of spite. We were monsters to them and the elder demons wished to rule them like sheep for the slaughter."
In Matthew's mind, the scenery of numerous priests, holy figures and rouge villagers alike came forth to the telepathic channel that was established between the two. They leapt into the forest, into the darkness of a demon horde and the forces of "holiness" and "Satanism" clashed over and over until there was nothing left of either side that could be identifiable. Limbs were scattered across tries, blood spewed the earth, fires raised into the heavens and skeletons littered the lands.
"Although we are not perfect, I do believe that the religion posed in Khalaism provides for the unification of souls in an eternal bliss behind the walls of death. No souls are forced to follow it, but the results of this have caused for intriguing results."
From there, the visual scene of an average citizens life within modern-day of Ireland began to play. Some had the choice of living their lives within their own sub-dimension under the guidance of The Demi-Network allotting the creation of their own realm. Others who were not too fond of demons had their option to live within a separate district with those of their lineage. While those still attached in the realm of reality lived in a rather high-state of living.
With Ireland being brought forth to the status of a First-World country through Shadow Fall's resources being pumped into its nation; it was hard to argue that there wasn't prosperity to those who abided by the simple law of not opposing Shadow Fall and obeying The Queen. In exchange for that? They lived like gods! Semi-Immortality was made probable to the common man, strength was given like drugs and wealth spread throughout the lands until the nation was converted in power to the demons way of life.
While one with power akin to Matthew had all the reason to find strife with this arrangement, the average person who was lost, lacking strength and unity had all the purpose to find safety in Khalaism, The Demons and the rebirth of this country into the modern-age.
"More to the point, it is natural for the weak to follow the strong; as if it is for the sun to bring life to the earth. Without that source of strength, the cosmos would surely die a cold, miserable and awful heat death without its power. So to are we that star providing new life to the planet."
Now holding her out to the sky; Neoveta clenched her hand and had the moon fade away from her visual field by covering her hand over it.
"And if that cycle of raw power were to change to fall into the hands of someone else, they'd more than likely usher in a new age to the village, city, province, nation, planet, universe or existence they rule over. It is only natural for the strong to influence the weak in natures law, but that doesn't imply it isn't inherently wrong. After all, the records show how you treat those whom follow your own lead...."
With visuals of Matthew's slaves ending up dead, the hard hand he once led over Underground Karakura and the sense of darkness that oozed from his persona; Neoveta conveyed this notion in his mind: "He had no room to talk of oppressive freedoms in his position."
"i know of you. A brief skim of research provided sufficient results to get an idea of who you are. More complex knowledge lays within me, so I'll be sure to update it with that bit of information you've given me. That aside, I'd like to greet you as well and state that my name is Neoveta Asthvaon. I am the current Demon Princess and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Matthew."
Nodding her head; she'd let him finish what he had to say after that and took not much heed to it. Not because she was above it, nor was it for the reason of blowing it up. Nay, the child already had a fine grasp on the situation with her aura and protection of the field in effect. With her aura flooding against all those who took her hand, and towards the city at large, The Princess was more than equipped to handle the challenge at hand if things got turbulent.
It is why when the shadows around Neoveta, Lorin, Ascenia and other bystanders, apart from Mujin, were beginning to be tampered with -- it stopped. Why was this so? The strength of force that generated from The Demon Princess's being came down like a hard wall and blocked these shades of darkness from being influenced by The Vampire. Her mother could be dubbed The Queen of Darkness, and it was apparent enough through their training that he'd more than likely attempt to tamper with their shadows in some form to render them open and vulnerable to attack through his manipulation of said element.
Therefore, Neoveta extended her resistance against this form of shadow manipulation to others who took her hand. So long as The Demoness's resolve was intact, sufficient energy was in play and her health was in suitable condition; she'd not so easily fall to these darkness. Without even so much as landing a single strike upon her being, there was no reason for them not to be unaffected.
Despite her rather extreme age difference, the child had endured trials, tribulations and battles that most spirits do not see within one hundred demon lifetimes. Standing up against the likes of The Gods, baring through the defiling of her body by the hands of the Divine Shinigami and Satanic Deities, enduring constant battles daily that lead to the thousands in just the short course of three years and bringing her mind back from the depths of insanity after being torn down, broken and rebuilt so many times over to achieve this semblance of unnatural control over herself, her powers and mind. All in the pursuit of this horribly inhumane experiment that was her life.
Thus, her eyes conveyed the simple truth of the matter in a telepathic sensation:
"You'd have to break me worse then them before this wall that protects crumbles."
It did not come across as a threat, an act of defiance or fear nor anything sort of arrogance tethered to ego. No. This was a truth she held in herself after the journey she had endured with the hand of The Captain Commander, The Heart of The Demon God, The Creator of Demonkind and all their followers it took to reach that point. To act inspite of hesitation, that hesitation her timid personality, was going to be the trick here.
Indeed, Neoveta got the message loud and clear. From his history of violence, aggressive persona and eagerness to prove himself -- the likelihood of him leaving with kind words was steadily approaching a negative point. So, despite her unwillingness to raise her hand, The Princess of Demons may very well have to do just that.
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Thus, following that realization, there would be a sudden pulsation in Neoveta's energy. Within and around her, the sensation of a supernova exploding within the vast nothingness of space expanded and exploded in a damning expansion of power throughout the metropolis. This force was wicked, screamed with might and twirled around The Demonic Princess like a cosmic hurricane.
It held scent of Chaotic Queen: Mana, the hand of the almighty Khala and Deveta and the harsh strife of The Dragon Crow Iriko Puzyri. But, most importantly of all, the core of this strength screeched out in a white neon light that arose pass the overlapping layers of red and black that represented her demonic and godling heritage. This white light -- was Neoveta's true will coming to the surface. A bizarre sense of backbone and resolve that had grown in the child, festered like a virus and blossomed into a flower throughout her hardships to reach this point of being able to hold her ground.
"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow....the darker the shadow...the brighter the light. One cannot exist without the other. I understood what I did, but that was not the purpose. If you are the darkness, I am the twilight. Allowing both worlds of light and darkness to fester within me, my reach extends and overflows into both sides of the spectrum to hold what is close to my heart guided and protected. Fueled not by the actions of The Gods, nor the will of Royalty such as my mother, this is my desire. My desire forms this wall of shadows and light, and my will not be torn down without a fight...."
And in that moment?
A DAMNING BLARE OF LIGHT CAME TO BE!
The very fabric of existence inverted, contorted and swapped all of the combatants on the field to an empty version of Ireland. Through her usage of environmental and dimensional manipulation, Neoveta had created her own pocket realm emptied of civilians and gave the space needed to a wide-rage fight between The Two Demon Lords. If the others wished to follow her? She would not stop them. However, with a mental impulse, The Demon Princess would give them all a warning of what was to occur if they insisted on assisting her in this perilous battle between the most ravishness of Demon Fangs.
"In this way, I give you one request to please back away from this and leave...with both of us unharmed."
Nonetheless, there would be nothing handling her back from unleashing a devastating burst of energy that held within it the foundations of the universe. Taking the energies of existence, a blast that turned into a mixture of gold, white and red light took root and aimed to eradicate anything in its path to a cinder. Targeting the physical, metaphysical and anything else in between it and Matthew; the colossal burst of strength was let off with enough destructive power to level this fair city and then some.
Wings extending to the length of ten foot long monsters, a lone red horn sticking out of the right side of her skull and a single pair of fangs coming forth from the left side of her mouth; as Neoveta clenched her hands and reddened claws extended from them -- her demonic blood was awakening from within. As her heart quivered with fear and anxiety, her conscious mind guided her towards the path she thought with all her spirits intent to be good and right.
To protect this nation's peace and the sanctity of those who follow her -- WAS HER CAUSE!
So in this way, the lines in the sand had been drawn and the stance of Neoveta had been made all but clear. No way, not for everything that it took to build this empire, would it be crushed, destroyed and morphed to be the slaves of some vampire.
The sanctity they achieved -- through their immorale methods -- was worth it in Neoveta's mind and she'd fight tooth and nail for that cause.
Thus, as sweat fell like a never-ending rain from the childs pours, and her breathing became faster and labored, the flare within her heart grew more fervent and child awaited to see what the response of her fore would be in the wake of such a damning revelation.
OOC NOTES
To understand a bit more about the Demi-Network, read this:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t12714-shadow-fall-terrority-defenses-america-europe-demon-world-etc-progressively-updating
This is also about the whole Religion thing referenced in the post:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t12738-the-religion-of-khala-spreads-in-the-soul-society-the-nation-of-khala-is-born-post-demonic-incursion-result#81129
To understand a bit more about the Demi-Network, read this:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t12714-shadow-fall-terrority-defenses-america-europe-demon-world-etc-progressively-updating
This is also about the whole Religion thing referenced in the post:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t12738-the-religion-of-khala-spreads-in-the-soul-society-the-nation-of-khala-is-born-post-demonic-incursion-result#81129