Time to think...For real!!! [CLOSED]

ENTER WHITE-EYE

White listened. Counted. One, two, three, four. Drop by drop, his mind, the boys whole essence fixated on the falling motion of the drops. He was in his mind, a dimension as real, as any other. A parasite, feeding off the energies radiated from other realms. It was a reflection of the boys mind. Changing, twisted place, where nor laws of physic, nor laws common sense worked. Even White Eye, the one who technically created the place, didn't know how to fully control it. But the Masked Demon couldn't care less. He allowed his mind to run its course and follow the path it showed the boy. Like now, counting the blood drops of a body hanging in the tree as it would be some kind of apple. There was only one who truly cared and was concerned about this situation.

"Are you planning to count them all day? That isn't helping any way, you know!" The man who spoke to the blind Masked Demon walked slowly over the orange grass, the sky looked as it was an eternal sunset, in the direction of the boy. This person looked almost identical to White, if not for his clear, cold, emerald green eyes, long, black version of Shadowfall uniform and neatly styled hair. These were the characteristics which made this man different from Eye. His name was Clear Eye, the Saca Dilla of the archduke.
"Don't you have responsibilities as a archduke? Shouldn't you be training at least? Not...Counting blood drops..."

White blinked once before turning his head at the speaker. The boy liked this man in his head. He quite couldn't remember how he got inside Whites head, the events of Black World being almost all erased from the boys mind, but when he spoke the other voices in his head quiet down. Became calmer. Let Eye actually think and take a brake from the almost constant pain he was in. He liked this man, his friend.
"I don't know! If we will have a mission someone will let me know! In meanwhile White can do what he wants. And counting droops doesn't hurt that much!"

Clear Eye sight. A little bit of irritation could be seen in his pale face, but it quickly changed to concern once he noticed how truly confused White seemed.
"White! Please, concentrate! You can't go on like this! One day it can backfire really badly at you! You already died once!" The boy blinked few times, faced the sky, looking like in deep thoughts, then returning his gaze to face Clear. While the man was standing, he was sitting on the ground legs crossed.
"I don't really remember dying..." The Saca Dilla growled, seeing the purely confused and sad face expression of his inverse.
"Damm White! How can I..." He suddenly went silent, as a chilling presence crept around both, something cold and numbing. Clear Eye turned his back while White just moved his head enough to see pass Clear.

ENTER WHITE-EYE

The being in front of them was weird...Even strange. It was floating just a bit above ground, having no trace of legs being seen. Worn, tattered black robe covered its whole body, showing only the palms of the creature. From them it could be told that its skin was dry, gray and was adorned with multiple, black cracks. Even the things head was covered in black clothe, having only a hole where one would have mouth.

"White...What is that?" Two green energy tentacles came out from Clears back, twisting into battle ready form. White mist moved out from the body of this creature, freezing the orange grass black and covering it with thin layer of ice. Both Masked Demons felt a cold chill going down their spine, White starting to feel more and more numb, stiff and tired. Sounds of screams, smell of chemicals and sensation of cold ice piercing his body overwhelmed him. In the meanwhile Clear didn't sense anything of that, but suddenly started to remember the day, when he fought White Eye and died in front of his troops. The Saca Dilla shock his head, trying to shake off the memories, seeing that the thing was using this just as a moment to attack.

It shoot like bullet for the Whites inverse, its bony arms covering in black and light blue dust. One of the Clears tentacles shot in front of it and was grabbed by the seemingly dead arm. It then covered with blackish blue ice and shattered imminently in dozens of little pieces. This had slowed down the attacker just for a moment, time needed, so Clear could charge and fire a minor cero.

The red beam hit the creature in the middle of its chest, pushing it backwards and even staggering it. Two green energy disks formed above the Masked Demon and were fired in the beings direction, after which multiple spears manifested, also from green energy, and launched themselves at the thing. All of these projectiles hit it, the disks cutting through the things robe and spears just going through its chest, creating multiple holes. By that the being seemed to stop for a moment, its hand touching the area around the hole. After a second or so, though, these holes closed up, the robe fixed itself and the thing was good as new. Clear moaned in frustration, seeing that this won't be as easy.

ENTER WHITE-EYE

Meanwhile White, as Clear fought the creatures, was simply starring in the nothingness, his eyes clearly going out of focus. His body was limp, unmoving, the boy looking like a doll with cut strings. Land around him had turned pitch black and in liquid form. It boiled and bubbled, steam of sulfur raising up. Slowly the wind got stronger, with it screams of pain and torture came, echoing and becoming louder and louder.

The cause of this was the battle White had to face inside himself. The thing had summoned memories White would had loved to forget. Memories of labs, scalpels, scientists and the cruel, cruel being, which brought madness inside his mind. The Lady! Queen of Blood! Emerald demon! The mother of Discord. These memories filled the boy to his brim, actually suppressing everything he felt or thought. Cold, feminine whispers told White to let it flow. To indulge the past, mmake it his and take the lifes of everyone. Cause no one will help anyway. No one had tried to help him ever. They were rather forced or had a selfish reason to do anything for him. If White had to be alone, at least he could enjoy it!

As Clear witnessed the creatures amazing regeneration abilities, he had come to a conclusion, that slash and piercing attacks had little to, maybe, no effected on the enemy. Because of that he used energy around himself, manipulated it and shortly, as the robed thing attacked, twelve chains from different sides fired in its direction, wrapping around the beings arms, torso and neck, constraining it from movement. Clear smirked, seeing how it seemed, that the creature had been physically weak. It tried to escape, but couldn't.

Only now the male noticed the increased wind and load howling. Only now he noticed the sickening stench of sulfur and that made the inverse to turn, seeing in what state was the other masked demon. Whole Whites body was twitching, his lips muttering words, but no sound came. Once blind, white eyes were now completely emerald green, glowing like two gems. The same green glow started also to surround the boys body and a menacing, vile aura could be felt coming from it. In the same time something similar radiated behind his back, from the creature he just fought.

White had to kill. Had to fight those, who rejected him. There was no other choice. He had to take lifes...And feast on them.

ENTER WHITE-EYE

There was no other way. The sweet, cold and sensual voice of madness itself had taken hold of the boy, tainting his mind, feeding the insanity, which was kept at bay usually. He felt that there was no other way. White had to flow with this voice or be completely destroyed. The strong wind slowly turned into furious waves of heat and fire, the screams and moans getting louder and louder, as to represent the horror going on in the pale lads mind. Giant cracks, as if a broken mirror, slowly appeared in the sky. The mad world was loosing its foundation.

Clear had no ideas on how to deal with the situation. From behind, the weird, hooded being was radiating huge waves of malice, discord and insanity, while the same came from White, as his body was slowly sinking in the black sulphur liquid, which the land had turned itself into. To make the matters even more terrifying, emerald green energy had completely covered the boys eyes and the same coloured aura was slowly seeping out of him. It apparently was doing something mentally to the archduke, as the realm was a perfect mirror to his most inner thoughts. It was scary to see him just starring in the sky with the gem like eyes, his head and back arched in unnatural positions and a cruel, sadistic smile slowly forming on the boys thin lips.

The sound of chains breaking surprised Clear. As he turned a corpse-like hand grabbed the male by his neck, slowly freezing the skin on it and literally drawing all the will to live he had out. Feelings of despair and doom washed over Clear Eye as they would had been there all along. The only thing the Saca Dilla was able to muster was a weak squeak to the insanity driven White.
"White...W-Will you again stay in...The darkness?"

And as these words resonated through the males mind, White remembered how painful it was. To wander in the darkness, to not be able seeing the red of blood, the white of bone, to just exist, without wondering why. And such the cold, alluring voice of madness itself got more quiet. Yes, White Eye saw that only to insanity one can see what was in and behind people and world around him, but it never repaid sinking in it. No, he needed to control it.

Because of that the green slowly went back, the howls became more subtle and the grip of the being became weaker around Clear Eyes neck. A red tentacle of energy wrapped around the saca dillas body while a second one grabbed the fear spreading being. It didn't try to fight, just was there, starring at White with its non-existing eyes. The tentacle separated from the boy and wrapped like a snake around the living cloak.
"Are you alright? Will I need to find a spare vocal coard or something for you?" The archduke asked, while bending down to his weakened reverse. Clear rejected the boys help, as his throat healed and was almost as new, with only few scars left.
"All is fine! Though don't you even think of loosing it like that ever again, you hear me? I'm not as sure I won't die, as you!"
He turned his gaze to the trapped being,
"What now?"

ENTER WHITE-EYE

White blankly starred at the being now captured. After overcoming the weird effect, which the creature had on his mind, the masked demon had almost no interest for the cloaked being, only a mild hatred and curiosity of the colour of its blood. Clear, on the other hand, was more than concerned about why and how this being have come to be here. Not even talking about the fact, that this energy it radiated was far from normal even in this twisted universe of theirs. So, after feeling that everything had healed just fine, Clear got back up and went closer to the bonded thing.
"So now what? What should we do with this intruder?"
White Eye went to stand next the saca dilla and just non-emotionally shrugged his shoulders, showing that he didn't know and didn't really care. In the same time the red bonds started to become tighter and tighter.
"Stop! With him we may find out, if there are any more intruders!" They stopped.

The masked demon made the bonds with their prisoner to come closer to the boy as he spread his Ksetra Pari over the being. The energy it radiated was odd. From one side, White could swear it was the same as his own, but then again, there was something else. Something he recognised and feared. And there wasn't a lot of things he would fear. It thing was hungry for the bits and pieces of sanity left in him and wanted to devour it all. But at that moment Eye was stronger then this power and its sweet, sweet whispers was nothing but a piece of dirt together with all of the voices White usually was hearing. And so, he explored the beings very essence until it hit him where before he had felt this menacing power. The boys face from indifferent changed to a mix between admiration, love...And fear!

"This is the herald, this is a sign! My Queen had sent me a messanger! To show me how weak I am and how much stronger I need to become! She has yet again taken pity on her slave and showed him the light!" While White was in his ecstatic state Clear was observing his reverse self and thinking what could have started this fanatic burst. Taking look at the being, then White and then again to the energy radiated from it an realisation struck the saca dilla and he grabbed the boy by his shoulders.
"Stop your rambling! Where is the damm sword Mana gave you!"
The boy blinked few times, before looking at the old tree. In it a door form. Small, but sturdy. Clear Eye grabbed his partner and rushed to it. Behind it was another meadow. In it the sky was emerald green with a lake of black acid in the centre. Above it a sword made of green gems and black metal floated, radiating the menacing aura of madness incarnated itself. It was [The Sword of Discord]!