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The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}
Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:16 pm
Mind still reeling from everything that'd happened over the last few days, Haeru laid staring at his ceiling as he tried again and again to process what he'd been through. One moment he had been waiting for a client that would never come and the next he'd been witnessing a fight between twin suns. He could still feel the raw fear that had coursed through his system all this time later. It'd been a time of revelations that left him shellshocked; The thought that people with that kind of power even existed was as frightening as it was compelling. There was a whole other world out there, one that he had purposely ignored his whole life and whether he liked it or not he had been plucked out of his low-profile existence. He had known of course that what he was living was a lie, that he was something much more than the simple human he'd pretended to be, but to find out that even the agency that he'd been working for had been a net to strain out people like himself made it all the more obvious that he would never have gotten away with it forever. As far as he could tell the fact that he'd gone this long without getting caught hadn't been too shabby, especially if people like the man named Azure were actively seeking his kind out.
Azure. Such incredible power, like a heavenly body come down to Earth. Yet the man had taken the time to personally target Haeru for his recruitment drive. He was clearly passionate about his self appointed mission to protect the Earth and after seeing the battle that'd played itself out that day Haeru was suddenly very aware of just what kind of threats could be out there. If that was what the Earth was up against then how could someone like himself do anything about it? Was it possible for someone like himself to obtain that kind of power? Even if it was, did he really intend to run around like some sort of Power-Ranger-Defender-of-Earth? He'd protected people where he could, true, but when he'd been directly involved in the situation. Never had he gone looking for trouble, and what had the world done for him other than scorn him? Why should he believe that Earth would want a Demon to defend it? He might have been something like human once in his early childhood, sure, but even not being the most savvy about the affairs of the spiritual world he knew what he was. He was a Demon that knew next to nothing about Demons and the mysterious Hacchakeru wasn't a great deal of help on that front either. Hell neither of them knew how the pair had come to be bound together, and the only theory that Haeru had to work with was that his hedonistic doppelganger was some sort of splinter personality. Even then the other felt too real, too separate, and Haccha even claimed to have some fractured memories of a past life of something crazy like that.
The redhead groaned as his tired mind continued to spin in endless circles, taking a final drag of his opium cigarette before listlessly draping his hand over the edge of his bed to drop the spent item in the conveniently placed trash bin that was full of similar butts. He'd been holed up in his condo for days and that'd been the last of what he'd had to take the edge off of his anxiety. Glancing around the room his eyes passed over the pyramid of empty liquor bottles and other paraphernalia that hadn't lasted him long. After all, he could swig two handles of hard alcohol before he felt so much as a buzz. Expensive habits, especially after he'd quit his job at the escort agency that had apparently been a front for Azure's operations from the beginning. Even knowing that no harm had been meant it'd felt a little too much like he'd been the clueless mark instead of the predatory escort for his taste. The money he had wouldn't last him long, his life as he'd known it was in shambles, and he was seriously considering packing his essentials, taking on an entirely new identity, and leaving for some other corner of the continent. Maybe he could do a better job of keeping his head down this time. No, doubtful. Trouble would always find him it seemed, and all it took was a single moment of slipping to be outed yet again if Azure's methods were any indication.
Hours passed in silence and oh-so-slowly dragged into another day. He could already feel the pins and needles pricking at his skin, his insides, his mind. He needed a fix of something. No, he was stronger than this. If he ignored it it would pass, Hacchakeru and his needs be damned. He was not going out right now. As long as he hid in the sanctity of his home nobody would bother him and he wouldn't have to worry about things like hiding his identity or saving the world.
Day four was trouble. The needles had turned into a burning itch, like an invisible rash on his soul that he couldn't scratch. Hacchakeru was trying to be strong for his sake but he could tell that his counterpart wasn't in a good state from the way he himself was feeling. Eventually he'd be forced out of here but he didn't want to think about it.
Day six. Hacchakeru was clawing at the insides of his brain like a caged animal, all reason lost. He himself only had a fleeting sense of self. He wanted. With every fiber of his being he needed something and with the sensation of a dam giving way under the force of a flood his human disguise dropped as his true features came to the surface: red eyes, pointed canines, horns, and all. Haeru, Hacchakeru, there wasn't a difference now as he leapt from his balcony with a snarl to land amongst the people below. At first there was screaming and mass panic as the crowd came to the impression that they were under attack but as the Danava of Hedonism's aura washed over them the vast majority of their eyes glazed as complete anarchy broke loose. For three-hundred yards in every direction it was like a herd of crazed animals; people making love in the streets, theft, fights, people drinking to the point of alcohol poisoning, stuffing their mouths with their cigarettes and chewing them even as they tried to light the ends, just a throng of crazed beasts giving into their deepest desires. In the middle of it all stood Haeru, now appearing much calmer though in a sense every bit as crazed. Relief flooded his system as he fed off of the people around him, their wonton dive into pleasures energizing him like he was a battery that needed recharging.
Breaking a nearby door off of its hinges with a lazy flick of his wrist, Haeru casually strolled into a sushi restaurant he'd been passing and helped himself to their liquor cache. Downing five commercial sized bottles of sake in rapid succession he grabbed another in each hand as he made his exit. By number seven he was starting to feel the alcohol's blissful effects and he sighed in relief. This was just magnificent. Feeling the energy of his thralls still pouring into him, he scanned the surrounding area that looked like a riot had broken out. A train of cars sped by him at full speed, swerving around the smoking wreckage of another vehicle who's joyrider hadn't taken that particular corner with the required grace. The driver was gone, no doubt off to partake in some other dream of his.
Joining in the festivities for a time, if he had been rational at all he should have know that someone would have shown up investigate eventually but at some point all of the energy he was feeding off of had sent him from almost-clarity back off the deep end again. When he felt a number of powerful energy signatures materialize around him, likely Shinigami, a primal part of his brain recognized that there wasn't any way he could take all of them at once. One aura in particular stood out above the others, more powerful than the rest by a wide margin and more powerful than himself he was sure. Fleeing to live another day, he ripped open a rather unstable looking Kage Chokyo-chi and willed himself anywhere else, it didn't matter.
Finding himself in a rather unfamiliar place his eyes opened in wonder as he saw the raw energy of the place swirl to and fro as if alive. Taking a deep breath, the air tasted sweet as the unfamiliar energy caressed his skin. Experimentally he reached out to gather it and felt it respond to him as if he'd been doing it all his life. Something about it filled him with vitality and on closer examination he could see that it shared a lot of similarities with his own Demon aura. Whatever it was it just felt natural and right. He felt power surge through him once more and the sensation of it all just became too much. Throwing back his head with a maddened look he let out a crazed laugh as his aura again washed over his surroundings, this time a rather retro looking city filled with people with features similar to his own. Demons. His kind. The creatures here were all much stronger than a simple human on average so his aura didn't seem to have so drastic an effect but nonetheless chaos gradually started to break loose in the streets as weaker-minded victims started fights with those who might have resisted and so on.
Laughing jovially, he was eventually challenged by another of his kind who had clearly been affected by his aura. Having completely let himself go, Haeru himself was starting to get into the spirit of it all as his mouth turned up in the corner in a twisted smile. A feeling that he'd only ever felt once before in his life was starting to cloud his senses. Bloodlust. The carnal pleasure of inflicting suffering on others. In that moment there and then he had given himself over to it before he'd even realized. Dodging a series of wild swipes from his opponent's claws using his impressive speed, he materialized Aiyoku and in the blink of an eye his opponent was impaled by six crisscrossed lances. Mentally freeing his instruments from his now lifeless opponent, he examined the glow of the stolen reiatsu they held with a smirk, licking the blood from one's blade in ecstasy before turning his attention to a trio of newcomers that had seen him showing off. With one simple movement of his hand the rightmost one was blown back by a spiraling trio of spheres and laid unmoving with smoke rising from his body, alive but barely so. The other two pausing with sudden apprehension, Haeru sensed their hesitation and used it to summon his other Atma Vatou while he had the chance.
”Bewitching breath of the abyss, Keshi no Tenryuu!”
Grasping the opium pipe and taking a long, satisfying drag, Hearu and Hacchakeru gave a serene smile as one as the numbing smoke began to gently fog outwards into the surroundings. Bliss, utter bliss. His brothers would give it to him until he met his match and sunk into oblivion.
Azure. Such incredible power, like a heavenly body come down to Earth. Yet the man had taken the time to personally target Haeru for his recruitment drive. He was clearly passionate about his self appointed mission to protect the Earth and after seeing the battle that'd played itself out that day Haeru was suddenly very aware of just what kind of threats could be out there. If that was what the Earth was up against then how could someone like himself do anything about it? Was it possible for someone like himself to obtain that kind of power? Even if it was, did he really intend to run around like some sort of Power-Ranger-Defender-of-Earth? He'd protected people where he could, true, but when he'd been directly involved in the situation. Never had he gone looking for trouble, and what had the world done for him other than scorn him? Why should he believe that Earth would want a Demon to defend it? He might have been something like human once in his early childhood, sure, but even not being the most savvy about the affairs of the spiritual world he knew what he was. He was a Demon that knew next to nothing about Demons and the mysterious Hacchakeru wasn't a great deal of help on that front either. Hell neither of them knew how the pair had come to be bound together, and the only theory that Haeru had to work with was that his hedonistic doppelganger was some sort of splinter personality. Even then the other felt too real, too separate, and Haccha even claimed to have some fractured memories of a past life of something crazy like that.
The redhead groaned as his tired mind continued to spin in endless circles, taking a final drag of his opium cigarette before listlessly draping his hand over the edge of his bed to drop the spent item in the conveniently placed trash bin that was full of similar butts. He'd been holed up in his condo for days and that'd been the last of what he'd had to take the edge off of his anxiety. Glancing around the room his eyes passed over the pyramid of empty liquor bottles and other paraphernalia that hadn't lasted him long. After all, he could swig two handles of hard alcohol before he felt so much as a buzz. Expensive habits, especially after he'd quit his job at the escort agency that had apparently been a front for Azure's operations from the beginning. Even knowing that no harm had been meant it'd felt a little too much like he'd been the clueless mark instead of the predatory escort for his taste. The money he had wouldn't last him long, his life as he'd known it was in shambles, and he was seriously considering packing his essentials, taking on an entirely new identity, and leaving for some other corner of the continent. Maybe he could do a better job of keeping his head down this time. No, doubtful. Trouble would always find him it seemed, and all it took was a single moment of slipping to be outed yet again if Azure's methods were any indication.
Hours passed in silence and oh-so-slowly dragged into another day. He could already feel the pins and needles pricking at his skin, his insides, his mind. He needed a fix of something. No, he was stronger than this. If he ignored it it would pass, Hacchakeru and his needs be damned. He was not going out right now. As long as he hid in the sanctity of his home nobody would bother him and he wouldn't have to worry about things like hiding his identity or saving the world.
Day four was trouble. The needles had turned into a burning itch, like an invisible rash on his soul that he couldn't scratch. Hacchakeru was trying to be strong for his sake but he could tell that his counterpart wasn't in a good state from the way he himself was feeling. Eventually he'd be forced out of here but he didn't want to think about it.
Day six. Hacchakeru was clawing at the insides of his brain like a caged animal, all reason lost. He himself only had a fleeting sense of self. He wanted. With every fiber of his being he needed something and with the sensation of a dam giving way under the force of a flood his human disguise dropped as his true features came to the surface: red eyes, pointed canines, horns, and all. Haeru, Hacchakeru, there wasn't a difference now as he leapt from his balcony with a snarl to land amongst the people below. At first there was screaming and mass panic as the crowd came to the impression that they were under attack but as the Danava of Hedonism's aura washed over them the vast majority of their eyes glazed as complete anarchy broke loose. For three-hundred yards in every direction it was like a herd of crazed animals; people making love in the streets, theft, fights, people drinking to the point of alcohol poisoning, stuffing their mouths with their cigarettes and chewing them even as they tried to light the ends, just a throng of crazed beasts giving into their deepest desires. In the middle of it all stood Haeru, now appearing much calmer though in a sense every bit as crazed. Relief flooded his system as he fed off of the people around him, their wonton dive into pleasures energizing him like he was a battery that needed recharging.
Breaking a nearby door off of its hinges with a lazy flick of his wrist, Haeru casually strolled into a sushi restaurant he'd been passing and helped himself to their liquor cache. Downing five commercial sized bottles of sake in rapid succession he grabbed another in each hand as he made his exit. By number seven he was starting to feel the alcohol's blissful effects and he sighed in relief. This was just magnificent. Feeling the energy of his thralls still pouring into him, he scanned the surrounding area that looked like a riot had broken out. A train of cars sped by him at full speed, swerving around the smoking wreckage of another vehicle who's joyrider hadn't taken that particular corner with the required grace. The driver was gone, no doubt off to partake in some other dream of his.
Joining in the festivities for a time, if he had been rational at all he should have know that someone would have shown up investigate eventually but at some point all of the energy he was feeding off of had sent him from almost-clarity back off the deep end again. When he felt a number of powerful energy signatures materialize around him, likely Shinigami, a primal part of his brain recognized that there wasn't any way he could take all of them at once. One aura in particular stood out above the others, more powerful than the rest by a wide margin and more powerful than himself he was sure. Fleeing to live another day, he ripped open a rather unstable looking Kage Chokyo-chi and willed himself anywhere else, it didn't matter.
Finding himself in a rather unfamiliar place his eyes opened in wonder as he saw the raw energy of the place swirl to and fro as if alive. Taking a deep breath, the air tasted sweet as the unfamiliar energy caressed his skin. Experimentally he reached out to gather it and felt it respond to him as if he'd been doing it all his life. Something about it filled him with vitality and on closer examination he could see that it shared a lot of similarities with his own Demon aura. Whatever it was it just felt natural and right. He felt power surge through him once more and the sensation of it all just became too much. Throwing back his head with a maddened look he let out a crazed laugh as his aura again washed over his surroundings, this time a rather retro looking city filled with people with features similar to his own. Demons. His kind. The creatures here were all much stronger than a simple human on average so his aura didn't seem to have so drastic an effect but nonetheless chaos gradually started to break loose in the streets as weaker-minded victims started fights with those who might have resisted and so on.
Laughing jovially, he was eventually challenged by another of his kind who had clearly been affected by his aura. Having completely let himself go, Haeru himself was starting to get into the spirit of it all as his mouth turned up in the corner in a twisted smile. A feeling that he'd only ever felt once before in his life was starting to cloud his senses. Bloodlust. The carnal pleasure of inflicting suffering on others. In that moment there and then he had given himself over to it before he'd even realized. Dodging a series of wild swipes from his opponent's claws using his impressive speed, he materialized Aiyoku and in the blink of an eye his opponent was impaled by six crisscrossed lances. Mentally freeing his instruments from his now lifeless opponent, he examined the glow of the stolen reiatsu they held with a smirk, licking the blood from one's blade in ecstasy before turning his attention to a trio of newcomers that had seen him showing off. With one simple movement of his hand the rightmost one was blown back by a spiraling trio of spheres and laid unmoving with smoke rising from his body, alive but barely so. The other two pausing with sudden apprehension, Haeru sensed their hesitation and used it to summon his other Atma Vatou while he had the chance.
”Bewitching breath of the abyss, Keshi no Tenryuu!”
Grasping the opium pipe and taking a long, satisfying drag, Hearu and Hacchakeru gave a serene smile as one as the numbing smoke began to gently fog outwards into the surroundings. Bliss, utter bliss. His brothers would give it to him until he met his match and sunk into oblivion.
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Re: The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}
Wed Jun 24, 2015 7:26 pm
A jingle caught the ears of a cat in a nearby alleyway, and the small animal's head turned towards the source of the sound. It had taken the time to dig through plenty of trash cans, knock many a thing over, just so it could find a good meal. Of course, it was homeless. Otherwise it wouldn't have had to dig through all these trash cans like it had. But the sound of a particular jingle, one that reminded it of its last owner made its head jolt upright and turn to look at the sound. What the cat saw when it looked up, was a human. Well, it thought it was a human. Humans weren't supposed to be part of buildings, right? Like, not attached to them at all? The sight of a red haired woman slowly exiting a wall made the cat very confused. Even when she completely exited the wall, there was no movement from the snow white feline. The way this human looked down at it made that cat's stock still body change from paralyzed with confusion to paralyzed with fear. There was some part of this woman, maybe her gaze that felt like it was forcing something into the cat, or maybe the elongated canines that was a threat for any animal. It was difficult to tell.
"Poor little kitty." was all that the cat heard before the woman took a step past the animal and out of the alleyway entirely. The cat felt a sudden relief, and then a strange sensation as something within its mind clicked, and then vanished. What was it doing? What just happened? Oh yeah, it was eating its dinner that it had spent hours scrounging around for. Looking around itself to make sure there were no nearby threats, the cat noted that it was still alone without any traces of other life. Just like it was a moment ago. It had no recollection of the redhead that had injected fear into the creatures tiny little heart.
It had no idea that the woman was really looking for something else either. The streets nearby were a complete mess here, and it was clear that the woman wasn't going to find what she was looking for here. The faint tinge of some kind of energy had been left behind, meaning something was responsible for all these rampant humans. Even though it wasn't here, they were too far lost in their emotions to just stop. Whether the effects of whatever was just here was still around was a mystery. Maybe these people just couldn't stop their desires. Maybe that was why they were still fighting, thieving, making love, so on so forth in the streets. It was a disgusting sight to say the least, but the woman couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she thought about what would happen if these people suddenly came to their senses. And then she remembered. She could make them do that.
With a snap of her fingers, everyone in the immediate vicinity of this redhead suddenly froze in place. And then they continued moving, but now with the remembrance of who they were and what they were doing. Those who were fighting started running in the opposite direction of each other, confused and afraid of why they were so suddenly hurting all over. Those who were intimately loving each other practically screamed and pulled away as quickly as they could, some yelling about how they were married. Thieves were either still trying to run with the goods they held, or dropped them and tried to get as far away as possible for fear of being caught by the authorities. She couldn't help but laugh at such panic, but unfortunately Ophelia had better things to do. With a sigh, Ophelia took the cloth she had been holding in her hands for a while and whipped it out. Unfurling it with a few waves of the blanket, the woman held it over herself and, without warning, fell forwards onto the ground. The blanket covered her in her entirety just as she made contact with the ground.
No more than a minute later the authorities showed up to investigate the seen. Broken glass and possessions, random items from nearby stores strewn across the ground, blood here and there, and a lone blanket on the ground. Upon lifting up the blanket for further inspection, they noted it had simply been left on the ground. Maybe someone dropped it, maybe they tried stealing it. Who knew.
Meanwhile, in a realm that was all too familiar to Ophelia, there was the exact same chaos going on as before, except this time the culprit was in plain view. Nearby, the same situation that Ophelia had experienced the first time happened again, minus the cat. From a wall between two buildings, she seemed to phase out of the wall and into the land of the demons. She was lucky to have found the one with the aura that exposed people's innate desires. The only reason she knew he was close was her innermost desires were starting to arise in her chest, but at a much slower pace. A snap of her fingers rid herself of the growing feeling, but a small portion of those desires still rested on her mind. While she couldn't use her reversal powers on herself, she could use it to give herself a sort of protective layering where anything near her was reversed back to a point before they were near her. This wasn't powerful enough to protect her against physical strikes, but it was more than enough to keep the strange gas that was flowing from the streets into the alleyway from affecting her. The same applied to the aura of what she could only assume was hedonism.
Walking out onto the streets, Ophelia saw the culprit immediately. The same scene was painted before her once more, though this time with demons. Everyone seemed to want to give into their inner desires and fetishes today. Ophelia could only chuckle.
"Oh how adorable." The woman laughed, a twisted grin forming on her face. She should really stop enjoying this before she did something rash, but she couldn't help it. As she turned towards the man who was causing all this mayhem, she simply folded her arms underneath her chest and stared him down with a deathly gaze. The reiatsu she radiated in this area gave off an intense feeling of nostalgia for whoever felt it, possibly making them remember something that would normally give them a similar feeling.
Ophelia then remembered something. She wasn't supposed to be here. No, she was supposed to be looking for a certain something that was dearly important to her. Maybe this aura of hedonism had gotten to her. Maybe her blood lust was getting to her head. Or maybe she was just bored and wanted to harass someone before vanishing again and going back to her original activities. She just actually had no clue anymore.
"Poor little kitty." was all that the cat heard before the woman took a step past the animal and out of the alleyway entirely. The cat felt a sudden relief, and then a strange sensation as something within its mind clicked, and then vanished. What was it doing? What just happened? Oh yeah, it was eating its dinner that it had spent hours scrounging around for. Looking around itself to make sure there were no nearby threats, the cat noted that it was still alone without any traces of other life. Just like it was a moment ago. It had no recollection of the redhead that had injected fear into the creatures tiny little heart.
It had no idea that the woman was really looking for something else either. The streets nearby were a complete mess here, and it was clear that the woman wasn't going to find what she was looking for here. The faint tinge of some kind of energy had been left behind, meaning something was responsible for all these rampant humans. Even though it wasn't here, they were too far lost in their emotions to just stop. Whether the effects of whatever was just here was still around was a mystery. Maybe these people just couldn't stop their desires. Maybe that was why they were still fighting, thieving, making love, so on so forth in the streets. It was a disgusting sight to say the least, but the woman couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she thought about what would happen if these people suddenly came to their senses. And then she remembered. She could make them do that.
With a snap of her fingers, everyone in the immediate vicinity of this redhead suddenly froze in place. And then they continued moving, but now with the remembrance of who they were and what they were doing. Those who were fighting started running in the opposite direction of each other, confused and afraid of why they were so suddenly hurting all over. Those who were intimately loving each other practically screamed and pulled away as quickly as they could, some yelling about how they were married. Thieves were either still trying to run with the goods they held, or dropped them and tried to get as far away as possible for fear of being caught by the authorities. She couldn't help but laugh at such panic, but unfortunately Ophelia had better things to do. With a sigh, Ophelia took the cloth she had been holding in her hands for a while and whipped it out. Unfurling it with a few waves of the blanket, the woman held it over herself and, without warning, fell forwards onto the ground. The blanket covered her in her entirety just as she made contact with the ground.
No more than a minute later the authorities showed up to investigate the seen. Broken glass and possessions, random items from nearby stores strewn across the ground, blood here and there, and a lone blanket on the ground. Upon lifting up the blanket for further inspection, they noted it had simply been left on the ground. Maybe someone dropped it, maybe they tried stealing it. Who knew.
Meanwhile, in a realm that was all too familiar to Ophelia, there was the exact same chaos going on as before, except this time the culprit was in plain view. Nearby, the same situation that Ophelia had experienced the first time happened again, minus the cat. From a wall between two buildings, she seemed to phase out of the wall and into the land of the demons. She was lucky to have found the one with the aura that exposed people's innate desires. The only reason she knew he was close was her innermost desires were starting to arise in her chest, but at a much slower pace. A snap of her fingers rid herself of the growing feeling, but a small portion of those desires still rested on her mind. While she couldn't use her reversal powers on herself, she could use it to give herself a sort of protective layering where anything near her was reversed back to a point before they were near her. This wasn't powerful enough to protect her against physical strikes, but it was more than enough to keep the strange gas that was flowing from the streets into the alleyway from affecting her. The same applied to the aura of what she could only assume was hedonism.
Walking out onto the streets, Ophelia saw the culprit immediately. The same scene was painted before her once more, though this time with demons. Everyone seemed to want to give into their inner desires and fetishes today. Ophelia could only chuckle.
"Oh how adorable." The woman laughed, a twisted grin forming on her face. She should really stop enjoying this before she did something rash, but she couldn't help it. As she turned towards the man who was causing all this mayhem, she simply folded her arms underneath her chest and stared him down with a deathly gaze. The reiatsu she radiated in this area gave off an intense feeling of nostalgia for whoever felt it, possibly making them remember something that would normally give them a similar feeling.
Ophelia then remembered something. She wasn't supposed to be here. No, she was supposed to be looking for a certain something that was dearly important to her. Maybe this aura of hedonism had gotten to her. Maybe her blood lust was getting to her head. Or maybe she was just bored and wanted to harass someone before vanishing again and going back to her original activities. She just actually had no clue anymore.
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Re: The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}
Sun Jun 28, 2015 11:47 pm
[PLAY 'THE TRACK IN THE YOUTUBE BAR WHILE READING THIS POST]
Artist: 東方 - Song: Doll Judgement - Word Count: 1807
Stillness. That single word is what the night should bring. It is time for rest, slumber and reflection. Yet, as the crimson glow of Demon World's moon shined down upon this city, it seemed that the effects of the full moon would bring out the opposite reaction: madness. It is said that those who view the full moon in tend to give into their primal desires, act irrationally and otherwise become unhinged. Crime rates soar through the roof for some that witness it, intimate sessions of passion explode within the hearts of those who view it and the most brightest of creative ideals are born to those who accept the moon's enticing pull into their minds.
And, much like those examples above, many of these sorts of incidents were exploding throughout this township. As one would walk through this series of tall and arching buildings made of earth, a glance into back alley way would show a couple madly love and making passionate sex in the darkness of the back roads. While, within another building of stone, the act of murder was being committed against a man who long abused his husband. Emotions brought to the forefront, the torment could end a new life could begin.
All the while, upon the rooftops of these arched buildings, did a lone artist paint his faintest work of art. Depicting a scene of death, destruction and decay left in the wake of The Demon Goddess's purging of the Soul Society in Demonic Incursion, Many bodies lay rotted and ruined in the rubble, but their spirits were shown ascending to the top portion of the painting into a golden life and the perceiving feelings of eternal bliss radiated from the painting by those who would view it's wondrous gaze. Indeed, creative works made by demon hands had the capacity to infuse great emotional wavelengths into their crafts, bring them to life with vibrant animated visuals through their energy and put forth grand displays of meaning and depth to those open enough to view their artist work.
Yet, inside this city filled with such marvelous Gothic architecture, there was still something unnerving about the spurring of these incidents. Enough to where the eye of a passing royal demon picked up on this unbalance and decided to investigate matters. Within a tent none too far from where pulsations of hedonism quivered out to the world, the aura of healing and peace resonated and reflected away these maddening vibes of temptation. A silver haired girl whose hair flowed to her feet was seen healing a gravely sick elderly woman and her two grandchildren. These unfortunate souls were caught up in a small-scaled demonic conflict and ended up losing precious people to them. The children's mother and father, and the grandmothers beloved daughter.
After narrowly managing to avoid the same fate, each of these three were transported to the Central Demon Nation to be healed and mended by the best medical minds Demon World had to offer. Instead, they would get something much beyond that: divine rejuvenation. Each of them had lost high volumes of blood, multiple limbs and many vital organs. It was a miracle in itself that they endured this long, but the calming hands of Demon World's prime princess would see to their recovery.
Thus, by way of restorative magic, Neoveta activated her Omi-Healing ability and clasped her hands together as if she were praying. Instead, her energies were attuning themselves to the power of their fabled Demonic God. This could be seen by way of the girls blood colored wings becoming illuminated and shining with a low scarlet light. As her rose hued eyes stared intently on each of these victims, this sacred energy would pass from the tips of Neoveta's six wings and on to to the injuried and fatigued victims.
Within a matter of moments, they would then begin to notice their arms and legs becoming whole again. In fact, their entire insides were being redesigned and augmented by The Princess to better endure the harsh climates of Demon Worlds outlands. But, not only that, their energy would return and they would have a much stronger sense of spiritual connection around them. This was important as Neoveta received a report of what occurred with them and already had knowledge of their parents. As, from Demon World's backlogs, they were a somewhat noble family. Hence, they could be researched further into through her Demi-Knowledge; a knowledge that allowed her intricate awareness of Demon World stored within divine runes sealed inside Neoveta's mind.
So, from this blessing, The Princess communicated with these ancient memories, became familiar with their faces and names and then she attuned herself to their energy-patterns which were memorized in these sealed runes. Then from her influence and command of Hell, The Demoness made a connection to their spirits and deceived a means of communication for this forsaken family to contact their loved ones. Thus, the circle would come full and their lives would be allowed to be start anew through her divine work.
Without so much as uttering a word, Neoveta further used her telepathic emotion to convey her feelings of servitude to this family and wished them her best condolences. They were stunned, but The Princess would not allow them much time for inner reflection. Instead, she transferred the knowledge of all that she had done and left them free to do as they may with it. She'd leave mentions of Khalaism in their mind and hope they would turn to The Demon God for this grace she bestowed them with.
For, while she was busy reconstructing their bodies, a foul presence entered the area and this power needed to be dispelled post-haste. It was corrupting the minds of the people she sought to protect and causing a great disturbance in the air. So, The Demon Princess would levitate a few inches off the ground and begin hovering herself out of the tent to throw herself in the midst of this celestial madness. With a cold wind blowing her rose red, snow white and sable black dress against the breeze, the small figure of Neoveta became wise to the source of this disturbance.
Once locked on to this unstable power, all it took was a mere few seconds for her to materialize out of a ray of garnet light and she was in the center of it all -- with -- the Danava of Hedonism. The wavelength in which a Davana's power radiated gave a certain energy vibe, and together with constructs of pleasure and indulgence being felt in his energy, it wasn't too difficult for her astute mind to put together. After all, her sense of awareness was at its peak and her sensory capacity reached into the realm of the metaphysical. If Neoveta could not pick up on this trace, then no one but the Demon Queen herself or Demon Gods could.
Henceforth, with the problem diagnosed, the remedy was simple: heal the minds of the sick with her divine prowess once more. She'd then close her eyes upon that thought and begin internally praying to The Demon God once more for strength. In this way, she activated a function of her Omi-Healing that allowed her to mend alterations to a persons psyche that lead towards the negative. By spreading this spell through her energy particles in the air, The Princess covered a broad portion of the city to help cleanse it of these impurities. This could be achieved by her magic acting as a drug meant to ease, alleviate or outright cure varying mental illnesses, disorders, trauma and emotional dis-balances within a person depending on how extensive the damage is. And, with the wealth of energy stored in her own body, it was not difficult for a demon of her caliber to spread this influence far and wide.
Therefore, the likes of both Ophelia and Haeru may heed its call. Through this overpowering presence, the chances of them feeling a sense of belonging, serenity and peace were quite feasible with how grappling her divine pull could reach both spiritually and mentally. The madness of their minds, and so many others, could be cleared as if cleaning dirt from a window and allowing them a better and deeper understanding of the world around them. It was calling out for them to tape into the wealth of energy and wisdom around them and find something greater than themselves to at least open their minds to them. Nay, not submit, but consider and gaze in its wondrous and calming aura.
And, as this overflowing presence would ooze into the lands, perhaps the lone Ziamichi would begin to unlock the origins of his true self. For, in the close proximity he was to this mystic power, the higher his odds were that his demonic, nay, his Danava blood would awaken and begin divulging the secrets of its depth and power to him. Whispering sweet nothings to him of the origins of his race, the capacities of his abilities and the potential he had -- should he be able to control his magic.
In this sea of new awakening, Neoveta would then be a beacon for him to reach out to, touch and ask the questions of himself. To discern what path would be right for him to take, discover the deep meanings of his power and guide him towards a more full and proper view of the world and existence he was birthed into. For, in the eyes of The Princess, he was but a pup of demon needing to be stirred towards a higher purpose and she would open those doors for him -- if he should so desire.
All the while, Neoveta would give a curtsy to the likes of Ophelia. Without letting a single word leave her mouth, The Demoness conveyed a sensation of "welcoming" to the human for having the bravery to venture forth into Demon World. This was done through telepathy and this was the method in which The Princess could bestow her knowledge to the Danava of Hedonism. In this way would she then offer Ophelia an invitation to find something higher, seek enlightenment and bring stability, desire and peace into her life.
Ergo, the only things to do now were to watch, wait and gauge the reactions of each of these new figures into Demon World. Would they accept her summonings? Could they turn violent? Or would they just walk away? Fate had so many paths it could take that it was improbable for even her mind to figure out which option they would take. And, in a way, it is that unknowing factor that made life quite the wondrous gift, was it not?
