Lessons Learned[Closed/Frost]

The wind shifted and the hairs stood up on the back of his neck before she even spoke, his angelic energies warning him something had suddenly changed int he environment around him, with that his training kicked in, his body reacting almost before his mind willed it. A wash of light engulfed him as his holy energies surged outward and angelic wings manifested from the light and grew to attach themselves between his shoulder blades and spinal cord. The vastly over sized white wings fluttered for just a second when they came down along his back, shielding him. It was far from perfect, the shield was made from an extension of his own being and pain shot up his back as her claws pierced both wings and came out the other side, barely missing his skin. His breath came ragged as blood dripped to the ground and white feathers splattered with his crimson life force gently glided to the ground after dislodging from his being due to the attack.

He knew he was in a bad spot so the angel lifted the wings, ripping her hands free and he felt like screaming from the pain but forced himself to carry on. Using his quick wit he screamed the words, "Clara Clipeus!" and upon finishing the two word incantation a soft warm light encased his being, offering added holy defenses from the black tendrils that were coming as he turned himself. His right hand came up and more light ushered forth on an idea to add into the holy shield covering his body, the light of the Purgatonis in his hand grew and conjoined with the Clara Clipeus, the power becoming a shield against demons that now, due to the energy of Purgatonis coursing through the shield of light, also purified demonic influences upon things that wouldn't naturally have them such as himself.

If he looked behind his being he could see wisps of black smoke drifting out of the wounds to his still bleeding wings, the taint being purged from the enhanced light. It wouldn't be enough to fully stop the tendrils coming to consume him, they had grow teeth, countless teeth, and in the instant he saw them he also got to see his attacker, a small girl. She looked like royalty, pale white skin, hair white like his own, and crimson eyes, eyes so full of hatred... If he had had a second he would have found himself pitying the girl, feeling sad that she had so much anger inside those young eyes but he wasn't afforded that time as the tendrils descended, most smashing off the light and going wide but not before hissing as they caught the underlying power of the Purgatonis in the light shield. The ones that broke through assaulted him in multiple areas, slicing deep into his legs and right arm, one leaving a large vicious gash in his chest, the worst though was that after they slashed him open he felt as if hundreds of miniature mouths would bite into his flesh, pulling pieces of him out and devouring him before they were engulfed int he power of Purgatonis and began to burn apart, forced to either make the girl slowly begin to cleanse herself or retreat the attacking tendrils.

She spoke again and the sadness he felt for her was washed away by terror. He was wrong to assume her a little girl, she was most likely much older than him and in the matter of a few seconds she had turned him into a bloodied mess, leaving him gasping for air and praying this isn't where he would die. She was saying something about waking her mother and he felt a deep knowing inside himself that she meant Mana, he didn't know how he knew this but he knew she was a daughter of Mana and it caused his heart to race and speed up the blood pumping out of his body. This was not a fight he was ready for, not one he even wanted to have had he been ready.

In the same second more demonic taint washed over him, over coming the Purgatonis light and making his wounds begin to slowly fester, already he could smell them, smell the pus and rot. It wasn't happening as fast as she had hoped because his ability was still fighting it off but it was a losing fight and he knew it, he could only hold her off for so long. She was powerful, with demonic energies coursing outward form her being. She was giving this what she had already, she wasn't here to spar and test her strength, she was here for blood, she was here to kill. Though before she unleashed anther attack she spoke, calling him a heretic, demanding to know why he was here and what his goal was in this time of war.

His golden eyes looked at the girl before he fell to one knee, the taint already breaking him out in a sweat, making his muscles cramp up and it hard for him to stand, " I just.... I wanted fresh air... Not this.." he whispered between coughs of blood, blood that globbed up and rotted on the ground within seconds after leaving his being. This might well be his end, he might have to unleash his end game here but he knew he would need to hold it off just a bit longer, he didn't want a fight. This wasn't what he came here for, "The stars are just so beautiful here." he muttered. His head coming up, his golden eyes looking her dead on from under his snow white hair.

The boy knew that this might be the end and he couldn't fault her for being what she was even though he was given powers to defeat her kind, he still felt sad for this girl, she was carrying some immense burden he couldn't understand. His eyes didn't waver as a small sad smile came to his face and he prepared for whatever came next.

Drip, drip, drip.

The sounds of life leaving the body was all that Neoveta needed to hear to become delighted internally by the sight of an angel's blood being skewed across the frozen ground beneath her feet. The inner sadism within her heart grew to become so ecstatic and pleased in watching the punishment she dealt her foe. The further the injuries combined upon themselves, the more her inner nature grew to desire further damage and pain upon his body.

If she were as deranged and batshit as her mother, the child may even let out a chuckle, a smile or burst out into a schizophrenic laughter. But, instead, her methods were cold, calculating and sought to cut with the utmost precision to inflict such prime torment upon her prey. So, the vile nature of her body's primal self would continue to bleed out into the world as Carter's blood increasingly trickled away from him.

It mattered not that a shield of holiness and light sought to save him from the crushing blow of her taint, The Princess of Demon's would not cease in her assault. Thus, she tapped deeper inward into the circuits of power within herself in order to call upon a spark of hellish corruption.

Under the command of her mind, Neoveta increased the volume of her demonic energy in order to squeeze, break and reduce the shield to ash under the best of circumstances. Failing that, she'd care not for the pain and would continue to claw and mark his body with her tendrils before slowly retracting them back to her side.

In that moment, the child of the shade would observe the tattered and mangled flesh of her prey and feel further satisfaction at the suffering she induced. Why? Because with every foe she killed or defeated, Neoveta started to take pleasure in inflicting her own misery on to them through violence. It soothed the tensions of her soul, eased the burdens of her mind and allowed her an outlet to take these aggression's out on; while having the sweet justification of her religion to explain away her deeply repressed preserve nature.

Reddened memories of the day her virginity was claimed flashed back into the royal's mind and she understood even then the kind of monster she was. As, while Khala triggered these actions to be birthed in the abduction of the former Captain Commander, they were still latent desires of the mind which were so suppressed under her conciseness. Thoughts and yearnings which caused her to tarnish, butcher and skewer the body, reputation, life and mind of Iriko Crow to make him a joke of a Captain for the rest of history.

So as the boy broke out in sweat, cried out to the heavens and bled out before The Demon Princess; she could only see this abuse as the further breaking of herself. For, with each attack she made, the more her true self came to the surface and broke. As, without the facade of someone gentle and kind, the ugly and foul colors of her blackened spirit would be allowed to reach a blossoming of rancid beauty. Because in the end -- she was only fooling herself with that act and could never realize such an imbecilic fantasy.

'Now...silence. You have no room here anymore. We've come to terms with this. We are nothing but monsters. Accept it.'

'...'

Thus, it was time to take out the hatchet and continue the path of killing that callow self and embrace the depravity of this world wholeheartedly.

Eyes swirling with shades of night darker than the cosmos itself, the scarlet hues of The Princess's atrocious stare churned into a void and she started levitating her way over so slowly to The Angel.

"Kill the light within yourself and I'll make you as radiant as the stars that twinkle in the heavens above us."

Cold, yet calm; the voice of Neoveta seemed null of emotion and her face reached a point of neutrality and acknowledgement. In a way, it was almost as if she were talking to herself in that moment. The Princess saw this act as the of butchering person she once was. The further mangled and bloody The Angel Vessel before her became, the more she could detach and kill the bonds of that warm delusion which became devoured by the void of her heart.

"And let the deception of life which bleeds out from you make you one with the universe, heathen."

Grab, tear and RIP.

These three words could describe the action that Neoveta did to the ribs of Carter. She dared to use her strength as a empress of magic to extract the bones of The Angel's chest. Without hiding behind any ethereal power, the intimacy of this abuse is what caused The Princess to feel a further swelling of fulfillment in becoming so attached with the methods of her injustice.

The screams of agony, the lost of limb, the draining of life; it seemed so befitting to inflict to represent the same metaphysical change undergoing within her self. So, she would continue to rip more and more of Carter apart as she herself had been ripped apart by so many forces of the world. Slits at his cheek, throat, fingertips and lungs were made to increase the cycle of retribution Neoveta sought to enforce upon The Angel's body.

But, that still wasn't enough.

Therefore, in one quick motion, the right palm of the youth hovered over the right eye of Carter. In moments, she bled an acidic darkness from her hand meant to burn and blind the sight of The Holy Soul in shadows. This was to then further awaken him to the sights of the hollowed world they live in and tear him off his thrown of duped happiness. Such a thing was not possible until the whole of death mended ones dreams into reality in the pits of the deepest hell of Demon World. So that smugness -- needed to die.

Therefore, she would whisper to her prey and lean in to his ear to utter these words:

"Because we both are black stars of this universe....and I will scar that into you until your very...last....dying....breath."