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Lost Cloud
Tue Feb 16, 2016 11:13 am
Iriko Crow The Dragon of the North, Seiryuu
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Re: Lost Cloud
Sun Feb 21, 2016 9:35 am
Artist: Kamex - Song: Flowey Ex Theme - Word Count: 950
Absolve. Absolve. Absolve.
That's the only word that kept repeating in a puddle of shadows which was the eradicated essence of Khala's heart. Ever since she was awaken to this world by the calls of the Reformed Realm, that's the only thing that muttered and howled at the four walls of her eternal mind. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep that infinite sleep, but that release was not granted in the world of yang and malice. Thus, agitation and resentment grew to unbound levels and the antagonism within her shell grew further.
The essence of Khala was one of combative nature, destructive desires and internal eradication. So to be awoken by the voice of The Crow served to only enhanced and augment these sensations. There was a reason why she sealed off in the depths of her sorrow in hell: because she yearned not to see another soul in this state of being until her plans were fully realized.
Not even the sight of the writerless poet could quell that overwhelming feeling which beat within her disrupted and shattered soul. In this time of self alteration, The Heart of Deveta was systematically decimating all ties with the physical and material of the world to ascend to the level of being a proper visage of vengeance and contempt.
Cripple, break and suffer.
Enraged and turbulent, the whims of Khala's blazed heart sought to have the metaphorical chains around Iriko's become reality. Around his neck, wrist, and legs would be inflamed shackles that burned with the raging might of her demonic taint. Then, across his face, a cloth of skin and blood compressed and tightened itself around his mouth to seal it shut and keep the echoes of his voice from further sullying the sweet melody of the abyss and solitude. The only thing that should make a noise here are the barren sounds of Khala's deranged thought bleeding such disgusting animosity into this pit of literal hell.
From that, the world would turn to black and fill with a liquid which turned into a sea of shade fluid. The heaviness would crush his body and mind, while the cold would be more frigid and frozen than void of space itself. All the while, the living vessel of The Lone Crow would ignite with a flame that felt as hot as the sun itself. Intermixing, churning and turning into a cyclone of agony and dismay; the two extremes crashed, clashed and mashed into one eruption of grief and suffering before a flash of faint white and gold light emerged in the darkness.
While the ocean of THE lost and shattered expanded around Iriko, the liquidized embodiment of Khala's being materialized before him. Her skin was as dark as oil, body as mendable as water and hair as long as limbs. The allure of silver illumination brightened in the wake of this formation, and Irko would soon find himself submerged within the sickening intent of The Demoness's grip as her pasty hair. For, in that same moment, an endless sea of golden eyes opened across her body and the sense of thousands of selves observing him would be felt in that moment.
It was becoming increasingly apparent that the Khala he once knew was no longer in control. Instead, what remained was a demolished, split and ruined incarnation of The False Godling and Savior. This was the antipathy, bitterness, nihilism, savagery and all that was wicked and negative compromised and filled to make the true essence of herself attempt to speak and live through her destroyed psyche and being.
Rather than embrace that which was purpose and purity, she fell and grasp that which was natural, right and brutal in creation. For, what she created was not wholeness, but only toxicity and negativism for that is what her body sought to fulfill and live by in this sea of absent self. There was no way she could ever find herself back to that state of unity in which the masquerade of her lies posed as. Therefore, she'd extend the limbs of her arms and choke Iriko with claws that burned such blot into his body and sought to burn away the tender flesh it touched.
It wasn't quite clear WHAT was staring him, but the boundless sight of this abomination of wicked intent stared him down with intent to kill and break him just as she had been broken and torn apart.
"Creation brings affliction. The inability to create brings cessation. Conclusion: I decline to agree. All horrors lead back to the beat of life, light and development. And for that reason is why you will drown, dissolve and disburse just as well as I have, Crow. Accept, lay and rot."
No words were spoken; not even telepathically. Instead, a sensation of clarity would ooze and seep into the fibers of Iriko's being to understand the process of thought sparking through the mind of this Fake Figure of Divinity. For she knew, even if she failed to kill him on his die, the man's life was as good as over with the corruption her daughter inflicted upon him.
The man was nothing more than a joke, traitor and someone to be loathed in the realm of spirits. What home did he have? What people cared for him? The only miserable thing this mortal had to cling to was the perception of a being long dead. And what remained was standing right before him and killing both his spiritual and metaphorical essence.
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Re: Lost Cloud
Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:39 pm
Iriko Crow The Dragon of the North, Seiryuu
Core Elements Devised by Aivee |
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
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Re: Lost Cloud
Sat Mar 05, 2016 4:42 pm
ENTER THE ESSENCE OF DREAD
Artist: N/A - Song: Chara Boss Theme - Word Count: 787
Deep
Deep
Deeper.
This abysmal ocean of dread, shade and unfiltered demonic repulsion broadened into the depths of infinity. The clusters of vile negativity that flowed around Iriko bred, blossomed and bled to flourish the sense of savagery, depravity and malice; reflecting the nature which throbbed ever-so-madly within the confines of Khala's heart and the world in which she ruled.
For all that swirled through the mind of Khala was one thing: inflict her suffering to those within reach. Therefore, to see the male submerged under such pain was enough to bring content, but not enough to satisfy her undying thirst. Therefore, he needed to be prodded and mutilated further.
Slash, slash, slash, slash.
That was the noise made as the razor-sharp tendrils vomited forth from Khala's abdomen and cut into the skin of Iriko. All around his face, ribs, groin, backside and legs; these sharpened appendages sought to maul, thrash and burn through his skin until he was nothing more than a hovering mass of tattered skin, blood and bone.
Yet -- he would not die. No. She hadn't give him that privilege just yet. The bond which kept his soul tethered to it's current state still beat strong. For the will of her former self was just that powerful and there was no way around that. There was a promise forged on that blood soaked day; and it was one that could never be so easily undone; not even by The Goddesses current self.
But -- that was okay.
Yes. It was all but fine when her intent diverged away from wanting to killing him as opposed to making him suffer. As the tears flowed from the male's face, a sense of disgust and revulsion oozed in the world around them. This sensation of malice festered and grew to the point of bleeding rich shades of red in the world around them; while the eyes of Khala turned further scarlet and sickened with animosity.
The male threw more meaningless words towards her at the expense of his own mortal being. It was a pathetic display that absolutely nauseated and repelled the demonic entity. For all he managed to do was regurgitate the same rhetoric that the creator herself had endured. Therefore, she'd crush the bones in his neck and render the male's world a world of a shade of burning red pain.
As in this ocean of blood and shade is where the colors of her soul lay to rest. So as she followed her hearts yearn and call, Khala would seek to rip out the heart of Iriko -- but he'd not die. Instead, the boy would perish, reincarnate back into his body and endure a threshold of unimaginable pain to reclaim his footing back into the realm of existence.
How -- could this be?
As the burning red ember of a heart levitated into the palm of Khala's wispy hand, the information of it's origin would flow through them all. There were many different verses which expanded into infinity and held within them souls of the same feather. From these numerous realms, the Goddess whom admired and loved Iriko plucked and took the souls of these shinigami which called themselves "Iriko Crow" to replace the deadened spirit of The Forsaken Crow.
It was the same method which brought Sunshine into her realm, and the same method which Khala used to painfully resurrect Iriko. There were tens of thousands of bloodied souls which stained their realm as the sense of eyes grew larger and more tormented. The Demoness did NOT take these souls by force, but instead -- they were given to her. Given to her in the hopes that they would be used to keep her unbridled savagery from ripping apart the worlds they love; much in the way Iriko scarified himself to spare the Soul Society this Khala's holy wrath.
Thus, as her heart grew tainted and dissolved into it's original essence, it only desired one thing: to watch him infinitely destroyed. Again -- and again -- and again; the soul and body of Iriko was meant to be obliterated, restored and achingly put back together. Repeating over and over until The Slug Shinigami was just like herself. In this way, she wanted to annihilate and break down any bond which came not of her own flesh and blood.
Hence, she'd observe and watch the results of her barbarous show. All the while, these sentiments would bled and come to realization within Iriko's mind as if they were common knowledge. This god -- wanted him to suffer.
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