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Errant Flight(Lilith)
Mon Mar 23, 2015 11:18 pm
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Mamoru wasn't very big on flying. Putting the boy in a confined space with many other people was generally a bad idea. Unfortunately, he didn't have much of a choice. There was no way out of Japan for him, not after all the people The Other had killed and even less so for someone who, individually, had no abilities to speak of. So Mamoru fled Karakura, fled civilization, but it wasn't enough. Hiding from the authorities in that god forsaken country was beyond impossible. Which led Mamoru here. The flight he was on was unlisted, he wouldn't have been able to book passage with a legitimate travel service, given his "priors" no matter how much money he had to spend, which seemed to be a trend on this air craft. Mamoru got on to the aircraft easy enough, if you could even call it that. The vessel looked ancient, something called an "Airplane" and it was incredibly slow. It did not however have the kind of spirit emissions that modern vessels had, which in and of itself made Mamoru a little more confident in the people hunting him not finding him. Of course, that reality turned out to be quite the double edged sword. With no law on this kind of vessel, it made some people much more keen to behave irresponsibly and since the plane was, specifically, ferrying criminals...Mamoru had placed a lot of people in danger.
He was a diminutive man, Mamoru, and predators usually key in on things they believe, erroneously or otherwise, to be weak. Mamoru looked weak. He was skinny, somewhat scrawny looking, and quite obviously uncomfortable. There had been a quick check at the beginning of the flight to screen people for weapons, but nothing extensive or particularly effective. It was a group of them, three, who began staring down Mamoru. When you're, consistently, hunted, it isn't difficult to pick up on when you might be in danger and Mamoru followed his first instinct, he moved. The boy got up and moved toward the back of the plane. The room he found must have been an old fashioned lavatory, Mamoru noting what appeared to be an archaic toilet and what also appeared to be a century of neglect. Mamoru was surprised the vessel even moved. He was supposed to be heading to England, it was in the possession of the organization Asmodeus had told him about and, while he had no desire whatsoever to see her or her kin...someone spontaneously murdering crowds of people would be less noticed there and, best case scenario...someone would finally kill him. Hopefully before he realized it though, which was not what had happened here. The boy quickly stealed in to the stall, locking the door behind him and quietly praying that his aggressors had found a more appetizing child to pick on. If they weren't several thousand feet in the air, it almost looked like a bad high school bully movie.
Unfortunately, no one was that lucky. A familiar and rough rapping on the door before him rocked the whole cabin. Mamoru curled up, resting upon the closed toilet as the world around him shook, his lips silently mouthing "no, no no no no" over and over again. He couldn't handle it, he felt it coming, the surge of energy, the surge of hate, the surge of animalistic self-preservation. The door finally gave way and the full visage of his assailants came in to view. Mamoru didn't pay them any mind. He heard words, words that might otherwise have had meaning. Bounty and money and dead or alive, all words he understood, they spoke a language he knew, he understood them...but the words didn't matter. How could they? The leader stepped forward with a knife and as he stepped forward, Mamoru's world went blank. What came next was a series of flashes. Torn fuselage, Thanatos had cleaved right through it with the sheer energy of his manifestation. The plane split in half above him, bodies everywhere as the ominous spectre of his Other darted through the air from one body to the next, eliminating anything that could be construed as a threat. It looked strange in his clouded vision, as the bodies were torn apart in the air, the blood exploding from their bodies looked like large blotches of ink being dropped on a piece of paper. Then that drop slowly became rain in Mamoru's fragmented vision. Then it was over, a hard jerk woke Mamoru from his stupor, driving him back to reality. He had landed on something hard, something dangerous. He felt the jar rush up his spine as he was roughly caught and carried the remaining few meters to the ground as he hazily looked up toward what had caught him, knowing the answer before he saw it. Thanatos had caught him, the other, the hollow eyes glaring down at him like he was a foolish child who stuck his hand on the stove. Mamoru's eyes trailed down to the beast's maw...and then they grew wide. A sickening crunch echoed through the field around them, blood spraying as if from a backed up hose down upon Mamoru's body as Thanatos bit clean through the last survivor of the plane, adding one more, or he supposed one half of a, body to the carnage that now coated the plain.
It had been some time since Mamoru arrived in Europe, he wasn't even quite sure where he was. Based on the climate and geography he could deduce it was probably Germany or Austria, but more than that he couldn't possibly say. The boy would continue to limp along, coated from head to toe in dried blood, not caring enough to relieve himself of it as he wandered hopelessly. He had no mission any more, no goal. He had hoped to go to Karakura to learn to control what plagued him, that was a failure and he became nothing more than a toy and his control over The Other had only slipped further. He had no control anymore, no presence of mind, and now he had no purpose. He'd simply wander, unable to die, Thanatos would not let him, and hope that something, somewhere, would put him out of his misery. If he couldn't find that much pity in the world, then the least he could do was to make the last plane full of victims his last.
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Tue Mar 24, 2015 5:53 pm
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Mamoru knew he had been walking for at least a half hour, perhaps closer to an hour and the more he walked the more he, mentally, confirmed that he was in fact traversing through Germany. The landscape was distinctively Bavarian which meant if he wanted to avoid people, he would have to turn around. He wasn't sure if he wanted to avoid people though, at this point. If he wanted to die, which at this point seemed to be the only way to rid of The Other from this god forsaken ball of rock, perhaps he should seek the people out, the demons. If anyone was able to kill him and finally end this ridiculousness it'd be them...if anyone could overpower The Other and get to him, it'd be them. If anyone could kill him...it'd be them. It did make him think for a moment, lost in his own thoughts as he paced mindlessly forward. Thanatos had never been destroyed, or killed, or whatever word would describe removing it. Asmodeus had been able to suppress it but she never explained to him how she managed to do this and as soon as they parted ways, an event that was both freedom and oddly depressing for Mamoru, The Other reared his hideously hinged face once again...this time seemingly angry. Apart from that, even when Thanatos sustained a physical injury, he had always come back completely whole and unaffected. Was it possible for Thanatos to be destroyed, completely? So he could not come back? Mamoru relished the thought, the thought of possibly being free. It was a good alternative to dying. It was also probably an impossible one. Getting his hopes up, however appealing, was painful.
So painful, that he hadn't noticed her approach. He should have too. His first thought was one of confusion. The words, they were English. He was very certain he was in Germany and while, by this time, most German people probably knew English, it was still surprising to him. Was he wrong? No. He was never wrong...and then he felt her. It was a familiar energy signature, one he knew quite well and had, unfortunately, been quite intimate with. He also knew what that signature meant, he also knew what would come after, he knew what he was dealing with. Demon. Threat. The second the word flashed in his mind he knew what would happen, he knew what would come next. Normally he'd protest, normally he'd vehemently protest. He'd scream for the girl to run, the girl nonsensically screaming about aliens. He'd tell her to flee, to run, to hide from what was to come. Instead he said nothing, all that showed in his eyes was the fear, the hatred, the self-deprecation and loathing, but this time there was something small, something tiny beneath all that. Anger. He had been abandoned by everything, by society, by Asmo, by his family, by everything all for something he could not control. This girl was none of those things, she was in no way at fault, but she was the same. She was a demon, like Asmo, the demons had a society, the demon probably even had a family. Mamoru wanted to die, but he was perfectly fine dragging Asmo and anything that reminded him of her down with him. So he said nothing, he did nothing, perfectly still as the familiar feeling of dread filled the area.
The head formed first, wisps of black smoke coalesced in the air between the two as they slowly shifted, a white hinged jaw protruding from the darkness as the hollow, empty eyes of its skeletal face showed next. As the rest of the body was pulled from the darkness, the hinged jaw extended, opening its maw toward the girl. It was difficult to describe it , words are so limited. The sound that emanated from the creature's mouth was beyond English's or any language known's ability to describe. Mamoru remembered reading in the library about the Tigers that were rather abundant in the old world. How the roar from a tiger up close made grown men soil themselves, it was as if the noise involuntarily caused men to lose control. That was the closest way to describe the unearthly wail that came from the creature. An all encompassing shriek that simply destroyed a person's ability to control their digestive tract. Mamoru was conditioned at this point, but that didn't make it any less scary. The creature finished materializing, it's empty eyes glaring down the little girl with a strange sense of homicidal hunger. Then it struck. Mamoru could never follow its movements, it was beyond his normal, human sensibilities. The creature had shot forward, towering over the small Lilith as the Reaper's Machete was raised above its head...and then it was no longer raised. The weapon shot down, aimed straight for the top of the little girl's head, aimed to cleave her in two. It was almost different this time, more violent if that was even possible .
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Mamoru understood what she said before, well at least the language itself. He didn't know what she was talking about with the aliens or whatever the hell and he understood as she shifted her language to German, confirming to him that he was, in fact, in either Austria or Germany. Her other reactions however were not confirming things. Asmodeus wouldn't have reacted the way this creature was, she wouldn't have stuck to delusions and would never ask for permission to defend herself. She had lied and put on fake personas before, but they all had a point, they all were meant to disarm and infiltrate his psyche...the lunacy before him was accomplishing nothing of the sort. The girl seemed like an idiot, what advantage would idiocy give her? It didn't take more than a look at Thanatos to realize that it wasn't a creature of pity, idiocy didn't mean anything to it. There was threat and not threat. She kept speaking in German "signalling" the creature to stop as Mamoru's head dropped. Thanatos did not know pity, did not know mercy, did not even know caution. Her pleas would fall on the deafest of ears.
An audible crash rifled through the clearing as masses of dirt and soot shot up in to the air from the sheer weight of the weapon. Mamoru winced, the thought of the girl being cleaved and powdered was not...pleasant. It still bugged him to this day, despite the carnage he had already stood idle through. Then he heard a voice, a voice he didn't expect to ever hear again. The boy's head snapped up as the unearthly wail followed by a sickening sizzle trailing behind it. Mamoru's eyes desperately shot up in search of the girl. it wasn't unbelievable for a demon to dodge Thanatos by any means...but the fact that she was so cheerful was...comforting...weirdly enough. But it did generate a sense of compassion that had not been there before. He didn't know if she was just playing with her food through the ignorant bliss or...if she really didn't realize the situation she was in, but regardless she needed to leave, she needed to leave now.
"Nein..."
The creature was hardly dismayed as the acidic corrosion burned through the pure white face. The creature did not seemed fazed by it however. It was not that it was not alive or did not feel pain, it was and did, but the fear of pain was a product of sentience, a product of thought. Thanatos was neither. Pain wasn't something to be feared, pain simply was. A human or even a demon brain would recognize what pain was, would recognize the discomfort, would generate the appropriate fear and disdain, Thanatos did not. The pain simply was, as was the hunger, the threat, the kill. Thanatos was a predator and he'd stop at nothing to remove his prey. Mamoru spoke again behind the creature again in German as the creature rebounded. He knew it would attack again, he knew it was not done, and he feared if the girl remained near him, she would not survive till night.
"Nein, laufen, dann nichts wie raus hier ."
He spoke as she tried to reposition herself to ask him if Thanatos was a foreigner, a more apt question than she probably realized, but it was a foolish maneuver as far as Mamoru could tell. As she moved, so did Thanatos, moving precisely to intercept her steps and as she was moving, the hulking monstrosity appeared before her as energy welled up in the space between its hinged jaws, both of which were aimed down at the little girl directly before it. With naught but a moment's pause a massive blast of electrical energy surged downward, again toward the girl's head with enough force to level the area surrounding them and put a sizable little crater in the German wilderness, the only question remaining being if that crater had a charred demon lying in it as well.
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Boss? Did she think this was a game? She was apparently five so of course she did. Mamoru needed to move, he needed to do something. Even if the girl was strong enough to contest with The Other, she didn't have the resolve to kill it, and even if she did Mamoru did not want to leave things to chance if he could help it. He needed to stop him, he needed to do something, but he did nothing, nothing came. Mamoru watched as his opponent leveled with his own opponent, the girl's hand a ruined mess and leaking something that the young detective could not identify. Thanatos would not remain idle. The monster saw his opening and he took it, apparently in an ill advised fashion. As he saw the wounded creature before him, his massive hands gripped his machete tightly and he rocketed himself forward, lurching his big body forward with a speed one would not assume such a creature possessed. Of course, it was just that, a mindless creature. Mamoru would have been more reserved, the girl's blood did not look like blood, there was something wrong there, something deserving caution...Thanatos did not think. It killed, it only killed. Instinct like caution did not kill things, it did not possess such pointlessness. It killed, it ate, it devoured.
Thanatos shot forward, a bullet heading for the young girl...and a bullet heading through her corrosive "blood." A howl of pain shot through the clearing as Thanatos was doused, head to toe, with the stuff. The creature doubled over mid rush, careening off track through the blood. The wounded beast toppled over, crashing past Lilith and through the dirt, grass and a tree before rolling to a stop. It wasn't dead, but it was weak. Eaten off limbs that broke off in the fall were splayed across the area, Thanatos struggling to get back to its feet. Mamoru had never seen it this weak before, it wasn't as scary, still incredibly scary, while wounded like this. Another unearthly, murderous howl left him. It wanted to kill, to main, to murder, it wanted nothing more than to snuff that little girl out of existence. It would be deprived however. Before it could get to its feet, a new found and previously nonexistent wave of courage flowed through Mamoru. He did not know how he did it, he did not know if he could reproduce it, but in its weakened state, where Mamoru was not completely and utterly terrified of it, when the push of Thanatos against his psyche was not completely all powerful...Mamoru said no, Mamoru pushed back. The monster's howls continued to reverberate through the forest, but they were dying off. The monster started to break apart, cracking as if made of glass, before it shattered, the energy dispersing in to the air around them, leaving no sign of it at all short of the wreckage it caused in the area. They were safe from it, for now.
Well, Lilith was safe. As soon as Thanatos finished cracking and shattering and dispersing, reiterated for space filling emphasis, Mamoru was no longer on his feet. Blood, the human variation, was expelled from his mouth, the unearthly howls replaced by a rather earthly cough as the boy doubled over, falling to his knees on the cool grass as he splattered his shit with his own blood, the stress on his body becoming too much for him. He'd never forced Thanatos back before, it took a larger toll on his body than he was expecting. Another cough and another mouthful of blood left him as the world around him grew bright and blurry, his vision clouded as his eyes panned over to the girl. She didn't need saving, rationally he knew that, even with that wound she seemed completely unperturbed, but in his mind he did. He stopped Thanatos, for once Thanatos didn't claim his victim...they stopped him. Somehow...and as Mamoru's consciousness faded and his face fell in to the cool, soiled earth, he had that positive emotion to sleep on.
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