✙.M A U T A.✙ - †.black world event.†

Sunshine's eyes slowly opened at the terrific hand that was crashing towards him, the amount of force blowing his hair and clothing back as he vanished from his location, reappearing above the arm with a swip noise, having performed the Shinigami's Hoho. His eyes looked down on either side at the eyes as the peculiar cables began to run out and along from his body, his own eye slowly opening as the mark of his divine heritage came into full view, staring right back at its creator.

"So… ? What does that prove…? That only proves that you've become a blight, like a pimple… tell me, does the parasite take responsibility for the whole body of the host? Of course not, then it would be a carnivore, a noble animal… perhaps mistaken, but a thousand times more noble than being a measly parasite. You call yourself my father? No… you are a lesser being attached to a greater one, diminishing it's potential and reality, you blight… And that's all that you are. I created you, and now you think yourself above my influence? That's adorable…

No one shall ever escape the bonds of paternity."

At that, he gently laughed at the being's claim that he was lashing out against 'its divine will', not to mention calling him an imp. "You flatter me, yes, I'm an Imp. I'm lower than an Imp, actually…. But I am still above a bottom-feeding, distorted patch of reality like yourself. You make my 'Father' look good." That caustic comment resulted in a long string of laughter from Sunshine's body as he giggled uncontrollably like a child.

As he watched the dimensions beginning to warp, he slowly gripped at both of his sides. As he did so, a variety of peculiar markings became clear on his body, showing themselves to the world as Sunshine's mouth opened wide with his laughter, his eyes flowing back up into his head as the garment he was wearing became discarded, leaving him nude as the day he was born as the runes that surrounded his body continued to glow. "I can see your sins…" With that invocation, his fingers trailed along the marks on his right shoulder, creating a blade of pure wind to form in his right hand. He held the blade aloft, smiling wide as a new robe of dark blackness flowed around his body, ending with a hood that sprawled on his head from the back.

His fingers gently slid up to the back of his neck, brushing the mark which declared 'The Heart Shall Tear the Throat and Kill'. As he did so, his mouth began to pen wide, before his throat burst open, black substance dripping out before the Corruption of Hell's Influence began to pour and pulsate outwards, surrounding the area the two were in. This was not the same influence of Hell that most demons utilized; this was Sunshine's own personal hell. The influence would continue to pour outwards, burning everything to smithereens that lay within its path.

"haha… act out against my own God…? Surely you jest…" Sunshine muttered out to the space before him before slowly lifting up his head, his eyes wide. "I am the Archbishop." Was the only thing which he said in reply as the axioms within his mind began to blaze, those parts which Deveta himself had placed within him before he was sent flying back into the distant past. "Then how, Demon God, could a lowly parasite do such?" Sunshine asked in response, before standing up straight and smiling in response.

"Oh, did you not know the first rule of the Divine? Without a mortal, they simply don't exist."

With that phrase, Sunshine laughed aloud, his head falling back as he laughed over and over again at the being which claimed to have such knowledge. Even if it knew everything about this dimension, it was impossible for it to know what was within Sunshine's head, even as he began to rapidly perform the demonic chant, the demonic prayers, a slight note of desperation present in his actions.

At last, he slowly opened his eyes, smiling at the being before him as that peculiar manic energy overcame his body, that manic energy that was always so present in his mother. While he was weakened, the chains shot around his body, piercing into him and stabbing him as his head fell back, his eyes opened wide as something began to occur.

The chains, that were stabbing all throughout his body, began to change, turning first into a dark green before finally darkening to black as Sunshine felt that nihilistic nature attempting to pour through him, before feeling a single voice pushing back, before being joined by a second, a third… and finally, a fourth…

All around his body, the spirits that lived on inside of him had begun to appear. Yawgmoth was first, in all of its great demonic glory, a spawn directly of Touketsu himself as it roared loudly, creating choral hymns of despair that rolled and poured outwards, followed by the Danava Spirit Nyamurr gently picking up Sunshine's body, holding him straight up. Meanwhile, Gira was acting quickly as his body began to shift and change, his hair turning to blonde and golden as the total size of his body slowly began to increase. Lastly, behind him, Kenzan stood. The bloody remnant of Seirei Rukon would at last be revealed to Deveta, standing there behind Sunshine as his right hand reached forwards, gripping the male's head from behind as he performed his Mind Sculpting, changing the very nature of the thoughts which had been poured into the male's head.

Altogether, the emotion inside of his mind shifted to one, and only one thing; Despair. And that despair was being sucked out of those tendrils at an absolutely alarming rate. Yawgmoth absorbed it as rapidly as it was being generated, creating an absolutely insane well of pure power within Sunshine's body as he slowly straightened up, his eyes flashing as his smile opened wide, a gentle giggle leaving him as he began to shoot forwards with manic energy.

"THE WORLD!"

With that declaration, time ground to a halt. Sunshine stood there, looking straight forwards at his father. Of course, he could not move; he was merely observing the frozen time. This observation continued as his mind rapidly ticked on what he could do, before finally coming to a realization as his body burst forwards, flashing forwards with godspeed as he finally ground to a halt in front of Deveta, , his mouth opening wide as a gigantic gusto f pure air blasted past the divine one, due to the massive expanse which had been covered. "Remember! Why am I here? Remember! What form did you have? ' That manic giggling demanded as his hands stretched out wide, before bringing them up to his hair as it began to elongate, his face becoming more effeminate as the clothing he wore become much more minimal, his stomach and most of his legs clearly showing as they tinged with a blood red color.

Along with this change, small deposits of fat entered into his form, making him more supple on the whole as his eyes turned blood red, his hair becoming blonde as it extended far behind his head, his chest filling slightly as he looked directly at Deveta, extending a single hand outwards. "Pathetic Father…" A different voice spoke through Sunshine's lips, as Yawgmoth himself began to address the god. "If this is what you truly wanted, then why would you allow that Shinigami to not have simply killed you? Why have fought back? This isn't even despair. You feel nothing. This is just PATHETIC." The deep, grating voice intoned within the Demon Language, directly expressing its ideal to Deveta as it opened its mouth wide, revealing Sunshine's tongue.

Written there was a single character, one that not even Sunshine himself knew. The truth was, Deveta was likely the only being in existence who knew what that particular mark meant. It was the inscription for 'Atheist'. With a blazing flame around his body, this ability became activated. With this activation, Sunshine's body began to change and morph once more, returning to his normal state… but to Deveta, he disappeared totally from sight.

For both Deveta as well as the Kora Ain'a, Sunshine was completely gone, as if his existence had simply… stopped existing. This mar on his tongue allowed him, for the duration of a single post, to be completely invisible to a divine being… and also totally impervious to its abilities and effects. So it was that Sunshine stepped in front of Deveta, looking his father in the eyes although he could not be seen as he lifted up a single hand, before placing it on his father's head as he dismissed the effect that had been placed on his body.

And in that instant, his hair turned rapidly blonde once more, turning completely into the appearance of the being which Yawgmoth had consumed long ago, the face of the Danava of Lust, known as Yawgmoth's 'One Flesh' appearance, looking directly at Deveta as his arm performed the ability… Despair Intake. His entire body was exploded backwards, bits and pieces of his body going flying from the force of the amount of energy he forced himself to consume, his body being blown back as his pieces continued scattering in every direction.

While he tried to nullify Deveta's despair, he would also help himself to the Kora Ain'a's hope. His contact would likely fling the being which had merged with his father into the deepest pits of depression and static uselessness, devouring him in negativity. However, that was not all that Sunshine did. He also activated his unique 'Despair Manipulation', inserting a 'root' through his Sin abilities that would 'introduce' a mental weakness into the corruptive being's form. Quite simply, he had inserted the fear of 'losing its sense of self' within Deveta's body. While it was possible to be resisted, any other influences of Sunshine's despair augmentation would increase that in size…. And that was the two fold attack that Sunshine made against his Father and the parasite within him.

Slowly, Sunshine's body began to reform once again before Deveta, half of his face that of Yawgmoth's One Flesh appearance and the other half his normal form. "Really… O God, hear my prayer… you gave me life… now you would give me death? That is a lie. You would consume us? That is a lie also. That is not your will. What of Nirvana? What of our faith? We sacrifice to you of our own free will, our choice. O God, forcing yourself like this belittles our efforts, makes them significantly less powerful. You have been corrupted. Its influence is making you like the blasphemous Soul King, lacking in wisdom and fortitude." With that final remark, Sunshine prostrated himself, though as he did so his tail rapidly began to emerge from his backside, the tail of Yawgmoth stretching miles into the air as Sunshine looked up at his God.

"All of this devotion, offered to you… but not to that parasite. Remember… what form did you have?" And with that final question, Sunshine became silent, placing all of his life into faith, into his devotion, a single bead of sweat going down the side of his face. He did not have any way of knowing if Deveta would hear his plea… but he knew that he had no more powerful weapon than his faith, so to that he would depend… and await the outcome...

Parasite. Leech. Bloodsucker. All these words were perfect to describe what the Kora A'ina was to The Demon God. These sentiments were processed in the subconscious of the creatures mind and it started to gradual accept that concept. This apathy had brought nothing but ruin, despair and misery to himself and those that follow him. So, perhaps the prayer that Sunshine casted out to The Architect of Demonic Kind had reached him.

This then brought despair to the likes of the spirit of The Inverse Realm. So much so that it lashed out and began firing off numerous waves of darkness towards the direction of Sunshine. These oceans of shadow were meant to corrupt the very essence of his being into something twisted, distorted and quite painful. For the Kora A'ina designed it to eradicate the person he was, inflict significant damage to his spirit and attempted to render him nothing more than a negative creature with no means to fight back.

"Parasite? No...I am no parasite! The only parasites I see are the ones who indulge in the sickness of this world without a single care. I'm here to absolve that and finish the job Khala started to begin with."

The voice was heavy, wicked and quite furious with the spectacle that was occurring before it. There was a sense of dismay and utter contempt for the words, actions and motives that each of these demonic scum had the nerve to bring about.

"And you have some nerve comparing yourself to the noble and wholesome path I've craved for you, your mother, your father and your people! I'm doing exactly as your following desires, fool!"

Again and again, waves of blackness started to descending from the heavens as crimson chains melted into the mix. These chains were intended to otherwise seal the male down and prevent him from making any further annoyances. It wanted him gone and it would do anything in its power to make it so.

However, while the male was transforming and the Kora A'ina was on the attack, the Demonic Creator was beginning to awaken to his power and realized how stoic his mind became from this taint the Inverse Realm had infected him with. This caused a swelling of energy to awaken within himself as he felt a twitch of ungodly energy begin to arise inside of himself. This then caused The Inverse creature to become terrified as this was one of his primary sources of power leaving him. So, a hollow feeling was left in this spirit, but it would try once more to keep its precious, precious source of control under warps.

'Eradicate this nuisance. This child, no, this vermin is a threat to your sanctity. You cannot afford to let this creature live. Kill him Deveta, kill him. Eradicate this nuisance. This child, no, this vermin is a threat to your sanctity. You cannot afford to let this creature live. Kill him Deveta, kill him.' Eradicate this nuisance. This child, no, this vermin is a threat to your sanctity. You cannot afford to let this creature live. Kill him Deveta, kill him.' Eradicate this nuisance. This child, no, this vermin is a threat to your sanctity. You cannot afford to let this creature live. Kill him Deveta, kill him.' Eradicate this nuisance. This child, no, this vermin is a threat to your sanctity. You cannot afford to let this creature live. Kill him Deveta, kill him.'

These words repeated over and over in what seemed to be an infinite amount of times within the mind of The Demonic Creator. As a dense summoning of otherworldly energy surged in the area, this wicked force became stronger and smothered all other life out of existence as The Inverse Creature clung to the last chains of control it had over The Divine Demon. Yet, in spite of this great effort, Deveta was privy to its mind games and refused to let himself be its puppet.

Therefore, a struggle ensued because of this conflict of desires. Rumbles of thunder echoed out in the silent space, while the world around them seemed to shake; despite there not being a single ounce of solid ground for thousands of miles on end. It is at that point where streaks of blood red light started seeping out of the shapeless mass of Deveta. And with this bleeding of influence being drained from his shell, the manipulation tactics of The Kora A'ina were failing and it was as clear as day itself. It was a painful process, but The Mind of The Demonic Creator was determined to reclaim what was so rightful his.

So, as he clenched his fist, there would be light in this world and the entity of the battleground around them turned into white void. The darkness had been devoured by deities will and the corruption of The Kora A'ina was coming to an end. Therefore, as the aura of Sunshine called out to him, Deveta's humanoid shape returned to him once more. The veil of shadows dissipated from The Demon Architect and it soon those clusters of darkness transformed into a reapers cloak around the demonic entities body. As his crimson eyes awoken to this world of illumination, there was a sense of life behind him once more. In fact, there was an emotion seen across his face -- anger . This -- anger -- came in the form of a scowl and The Ruler of Demon Kind would let it known that he was not going to be controlled any further by this petty creature.

"I REFUSE TO BE ENSLAVED TO THIS ANY LONGER! BEGONE LEECH! "

In those simple, but powerful words, The Godling rebuked the corrupting aura of the Kora A'ina and rejected it from his body through the influence that Sunshine was able to inject into him. This influenced allowed him to open his eyes ,see through the manipulative mist of the Kora A'ina's intentions and once again reclaim his throne as God Of Demons. Therefore, without anything to cling on to, the realm around them shattered and they were transported to the out lands of The Central Demon Nation. It is there where all parties arrived in a barren desert with numerous cliffs, rocks and crimson skies for miles on end.

In that instant, both Deveta and Sunshine would understand that the first half of the Inverse Realm was destroyed thanks to their efforts and The God Of Demons was awaken once more. In spite of that, a stern look of loathing shadowed the face of The Demonic Entity and it released resolute force onto the universe. One that was meant to otherwise "smack" the bare face of Sunshine and send him hurdling backwards into a cliff side nearby. This was but a love-tap compared to the potential he had, but he wanted to make a point clear:

"Do not ever summon the audacity to call me pathetic, child. I will discipline you myself if such words should ever leave your mind or mouth."

As Deveta's livid words spoke out into existence, unlike before, his lips did not move and it appeared that he resorted back to his telepathic based means of communication. This inferred that his powers were indeed returning to him and he was ascending back to his regular state of mind. Against that nature, however, his face softened and a neutral expression eased into his eyes once his contempt was free to be unleashed upon the world.

"Nonetheless, for your efforts, I will give you my grace."

With the fury leaving his voice, The Demonic Deity pointed its right hand out towards the direction of Sunshine and transferred a chunk of his satanic aura into the Raksha Of Despair's essence. This bundle of power had the intent of furthering its offspring potential and bringing him to the plateau of a 0-2++'s energy. There was the off-chance his body could also reject the energy and he'd be placed in a pain the likes of which only his greatest nightmares knew, but Deveta doubted such an occurrence would take place. At least -- if he understood that his son was half of what he was.

More importantly, to this wicked godling, that was its form of showing gratitude and bond. Demons are said to be a race that can transcend and communicate on ascended levels of emotional bonding and understanding; more so than most other races. In the case of Deveta, these sentiments were cut-throat and dry when it came to the intentions of sharing his sacred power with his son. Without actions or words, this sealing of their spirits and minds would be akin to the same ties that connect his soul with Khala and Neoveta's. As, the end goal of all this was creating a specialized marking that marked Sunshine as his child.

Hence: "The Seal Of Pūrvaja" was infused into The Hell Demon. The purpose of this magic was to pass down the influence of Deveta and ultimately make him a proper representative worthy of being his son. Taking care of that matter, The Demon Creator stared into the skies and he could still very much sense the presence of the Kora A'ina; even from this far of a vantage point. The taint that infected Khala's heart was still there and the job wasn't finished just yet. Therefore, he'd take a cold gaze back at Sunshine and conveyed these thoughts mentally as to not waste breath on explaining the situation.

It was time -- to venture to the Kora A'ina of Yang.

And with that lasting thought, the eyes of Deveta shut and he vanished from the area without a single trace to be found.

As the waves of corruption and shadow poured out towards him, Sunshine could only stand there and laugh. It honestly amused him how pathetic the being attempting to assault him was. His hoodie billowed in the wind as the waves of shadow poured over him, destroying his clothing as his hair was completely blown back. Standing there, he took the entirety of the attack, feeling his entire body beginning to twitch as a peculiar black liquid began to drip out from every pore, pushing out against the attack as it continued washing over him, before pouring past him, leaving him standing there, covered from head to foot in that slick black liquid.

This was Yawgmoth's Oil. It was pure corruption, a substance that Sunshine could produce at any time. He was completely immune to the type of attack which the Kora Ain'a had released against him. His title was the Evil Angel. His body was that of a Hell Guardian. He had the Tainted Skin of his Hell Beast, a beast based on the corruption of hope into despair, the ultimate form of corruption. As a result, the wave of shadow that targeted his very essence, as he himself had done to so many others, failed to even cause him pause as he stood there bare as the day he had been given life.

So, he could only stand there, laughing at the despairing attempt made by the Kora A'ina. "Oh, woe are you, parasite! We need sickness so that we can feel health! That is the ultimate doctrine of our Goddess. Are you telling her Archbishop that you know more of her doctrine?" He inquired, clenching both of his fists as he smiled gently at his opponent, without any form of stress or despair. "No… That is not what we desire. Our following desires for rapture, and to guide others to that rapture. You are doing nothing like guiding. You are a plague, a disease. And the more you deny what you are… the less and less that you shall exist."

"And therein is why you are vermin. He is God. What threat could he ever have to his sanctity? What threat could any of us ever be? Who could bother him? That, is your critical failing. You could never understand Our God." The despair and desperation of the creature was tangible, to the point where Sunshine's Despair Vision was able to clearly see what it could feel.

As a sense of Ragnarok itself began to fall over the plane of existence they were meeting, Sunshine could only laugh in rapturous happiness as he held his arms up towards the sky, his aura continuing to call out towards his God. While the fight was now in Deveta's hands, Sunshine himself would not simply leave him to suffer. That was the kind of thinking that was the one and only thing that would allow for this Kora A'ina to persist. With the intervention of a true believer, it could not stand. There was no greater believer than the man called Sunshine Asthavon.

"O God, thank you."

Sunshine spoke as the Kora A'ina became rejected, Sunshiine's body turning around to observe the destruction of the realm around them. Entire parts of the dimension were falling into nothingness, becoming destroyed. Sunshine watched on with apathy. While he had released these influences and creatures within the many worlds, he had to have placed it within the Demon Realm as well. After all, it was only natural to face one's self and view what destiny could have been.

And then, Sunshine felt it. His body warped and distorted as it was crushed and decimated into nothingness, flying at several thousand kilometers per second into the cliff, smashing into its face as it was completely obliterated from the force, his entire body crushing into pieces. If his mouth was still intact, a visible smile could have been displayed.

"…" And in a few moments, the parts of Sunshine had reformed, becoming massless as the semi-divine being reconstituted itself, becoming a pair of eyes, before extending outwards as its head reformed, flesh and bone spreading outwards as it continued to construct. A torso, arms, legs; each began to appear. Finally, around the wrapped sinew and bones, skin began to emerge, flowing outwards as his organs were replaced once more. At last, his clothing re-emerged on the outside of his body, the comfortable green hoodie with the crossing hooks laying comfortably against his body. "Yes, Lord. Please forgive your servant, and your servant's Beast."

"Thank you for your grace, Lord." Sunshine said as he prostrated himself, his body on its arms and knees as Deveta granted him his boon. His back arched as his entire body shook, the being deep within him fully materializing as Yawgmoth appeared, it's mouth opening wide as it roared in a manner that was bone-chilling to any and all mortal races. Deep within his mind, Kenzan's eyes slowly opened. Within Sunshine's mind rushed a torrent of new information, information that caused him to grab at the sides of his head as his eyes opened wide. As he performed this, Deveta would be able to see them: the commandments that 'he' had placed within Sunshine when he had been given the directives to go back in time.

Sparks of golden light echoed around him, and the hoodie on the back of his head became blasted with gold, as if its very existence was cracking and breaking away. His Zanpakutō of Shinigami-hood were changing, becoming divine tools from the boost that he was being given. Deep within his soul, he could feel his Seal of Purjava transforming. Another layer was added onto it, enhancing and improving it as a 'complete' deity bonded with the Rasksha'sa, making its influence whole.

As he watched his God disappear with his eyes opened wide, Sunshine could not help but smile. After all, he could feel where they were needed. After his God vanished, Sunshine turned his own body, beginning to take a step forwards. As the foot came down, his body vanished as he performed his unique Shunpo, crossing miles and miles within a single step…

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