A King's Will (Open)

In the midst of the land of sirsa, a malevolent presence was brewing. The memories that sifted through the advent of despair ran rampant in her body and in her soul. There was a darkness there creeping over the horizons while immense levels of energy thrummed freely through the air. Yet she sat, on a pile of bodies that dominated the landscape with their decaying and bleeding carcasses. There was no evil behind the aura in the air. Yet there was no love, or joy in it either. It was a sense of nothingness. Nihilism that devoured everything else, a void that had ran rampant without a beginning or an end in sight. That was the easiest of ways to describe the very feel of the energy that was seeping out from the Advent of Despairs being, it wasn’t hostile and yet there lay a mountain beneath her feet built by the bones and blood of enemies that had tried attacking her, a slender twig of a creature that had seemed to be weak, and in this world? Despite all the advancements and the progressive outliers of the species known as demon, the strong dominated the weak. That was the order of things, it wasn’t ideals, or dreams that gave people the ability to feed themselves, protect themselves or make a name for themselves. . .No it was the darker emotions of a sentient psyche that made them truly frightening.

The ability to slaughter without a second thought, the lack of morality needed to murder millions. . Had she murdered millions? Or was it the fragmented memories in her head, of another being, had they been the one that had murdered millions? It was hard to tell as the winged creature, hardly identifiable in terms of race from energy signature anymore, could even care about it. She merely sat staring at the endless sky that stretched out in the infinite expanses of demon world. Her hands spread wide upon the skulls of the death beneath, and her golden hair glowing brilliantly in the light that filtered in from one of the other anomalies of this day. The rumbling clouds overhead which seemed to quiver and shake, flashes of lightning descending from the skies to strike the being's body that was known as Animum. Her very reiatsu having a pulling affect on any electricity within her vicinity, like a lightning rod it pulled it in closer and closer until it hit her, and because of that she was crackling with the stored power that rippled just beneath her skin.

“..Is there a point?”

She said softly, her lips forming the words while her eyes seemed to slide closed partially, a lone hand raising to obscure the filtered light-rays that had managed to hit her directly in the eyes, the rays breaking up around the solid opaque surface of her skin while on her back her magnificent multi-colored wings spread out. One of them blue. The other of them red. Now what she said was not meant for anyone, it was merely meant for the memories within her, the energy she had yet to expand welling up like a beast and continuing to grow in power, seeping out to cause the cloud concentration to increase even further even though she never even batted an eyelash at the deluge that followed, rain pounding her face, causing her closes to become partially transparent, making her hair slick back after a minute and even when the water beaded down her face and down her neck to pool in the hollow between neck and her collar bone. Her clear gaze shifting to the side as she watched a new demon walk up. . This demon seemed to be perplexed, but obviously weak, her expression wouldn’t change as she was half sifting through the darkness within her, and half paying attention to the demon before her.

In his case she merely formed a jagged pike, made of electricity, which would condense and condense until it became a mere sliver of light, crackling with it’s potency and waiting to be released. Animum merely threw the spear into the lone demon, causing the body to be fried by thousands of volts, flash burnt from the inside out before her hand lowered, and her gaze slid back to the sky, her hand slowly raising up to the heavens as lightning flashed. Her mouth moving as she remembered it all as if it was a part of her own body, while in reality it wasn’t. It wasn’t hers and yet she could feel it there, the voices that begged for mercy, the sick sound of bodies breaking like over-ripened fruits to only let out a putrid stench. The blood of millions that she didn’t even kill, she watched every. Last. Moment, of the being known as Claire Clixx’s Life while her expression remained blank as ever, the thoughts that she had, the corruption she witnessed it was hard to fully process. Yet it also wasn’t hard for the being that was born from such elements to watch the many cycles of despair and death

Even through that though, it wasn’t that she didn’t care. It was simply she could feel the despair and the agony staining her further and further, until there was nothing left but the darkest black, her soul was sludge and she had already been in hell. What was next? Nirvana? Hah! Get real, the world was going to burn eventually, it was merely a matter of when rather than how. There was nothing more then this fact, even though despair was a release. . It also was a hell that could never be overcome. . It would continue as it always had, and because of that the girl smiled softly as she said.

”..So isn’t that right claire? This world doesn’t need saving.”

She closed that open hand and smiled softly letting the smoke pool from her lips as her hot breath hit the frigid air around her, the rain building to a roar while lightning strikes increased. All the while she only sat there enjoying the storm, .. enjoying the despair.


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Liars.. The world is full of them, there isn’t anything worth putting towards emotion to. There is no redemption for anyone, the only thing that they deserve is the finest tapestry of damnation and degradation. To be given affection and love until they grovel broken on the floor for more abuse. Yet . .That sounds like too much effort in a sense, it may be even easier for me to simply topple one of the demon worlds leaders take over, and then slowly drive demon world into ruin, these demons that still hold things like hope in their life. . Do they even matter. . Ah.. i don’t know all these memories i have, everything they did to make her that way, and then in turn she ended up breaking the host and making me this way, it’s all a cycle that never ends, hatred and despair breeds more despair. Despair just turns hope to sludge. It breaks the world and turns it to what would be considered ashes, and blown apart in the wind. Hope was pointless, Anger was fruitless. Everything would be reduced to Nihilism, that was the truest despair. Everything was pointless, existence was meaningless. There is no point to live. There is no point to try. There is no point to hope. There is no point to love. There is no point to hate. There is no point to cry. There is no point to have morals. There is no point to be weak. There is no point to be strong. . .

”..Everything is meaningless.”

Animum had heard the words of another, as the energy of hope permeated the air, and the advent of despair merely looked over, and as the hope tried to permeate the air? Despair so thick that any demons within a mile instantly had begun to feel negative effects. Though this wasn’t a power, it was simply conveying the magnitude of despair that was within this being. Originally there had only been one who could hold it, then there had been two. Then the original had died and left the remnant all alone, she had degraded over the months, with the weight of many years of nothing but despair destruction, and madness. The mind numbing atrocities of both the host, and this other . . being. . Claire had been the reason she was unable to be forgiven by anyone. Yet she still didn’t want to be rude, so as her head tilted back, her brows arched slightly and she stared at the being known as Dayalu. Her eyes had been so clear, yet within them one could see nothing but a despair so complete that worlds could be reduced to ash beneath their steady gaze. It was a gaze that would make many commit suicide, a gaze that had no hope, no redemption, no compassion, no love, it had nothing but a complete despair that over-rode anything else that could have possibly be seen behind them. There was no gleam, no spark of recognition, simply an abyss that yawned open to endless depths.

The being had asked what had befallen her, and Animum blinked her own expression shifting as she had allowed her lips to part and for words to slide out of them that had been cool, and beyond that it wasn’t the voice itself that would be creepy, it would be the underlying screams that almost could be imagined in it, the way her voice was disembodied and flat, disjointed and neutral. As if she truly did not care as to what was going on around her, even now the storm grew in power to the point that demons were beginning to be charred at random and the halo on her head glowed, while she remained sitting there, the blood spreading out in a large puddle on the ground as the blood of the demons kept going downward until it hit the ground. The words she had said were.

“..Who are you?”

She remained neutral as she looked down at the males hand as if she didn’t quite understand what he was offering. Studying his hand while the hollowness in her eyes remained, and her energy seemed to have a constant negative affect on the world around it. Many demons would begin to lose their will to even walk, they would merely sit without much purpose and stare off into space. While Animum let her eyes slowly travel from the males hand, up his arm to his torso. Exploring the planes of his physique before finally moving up to his face without blinking once. Her eyes lidded, yet also in a way clear, She hadn’t quite tried to evade the mans question, it’s simply that she didn’t understand what it meant to have something wrong. Everyone suffered, and she suffered, was that not simply considered normal? For now she waited as she remained there the stormclouds continuing to thicken as she did so.


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“. . . . “

Animum paused her eyes remaining on the demons face studying it as one who was studying garbage would. It wasn’t that Animum thought she was better than the being that was talking to her. Quite the contrary in fact, she didn’t have enough amusement in the world as it was and because of people like this guy, she had ended up used and discarded time and time again. Originally she had been happy with her despair, she hadn’t needed anything more than it to keep her company, she had only been brought to the surface after those who tried to raise her out of the depths only left her alone to fall deeper back into the black than before. Her expression didn’t change but internally she was laughing, laughing at the ludicrous statements that this being was making, at the energy he was exuding, everything about him was her absolute opposite, the polar difference that was comparable to night and day. Yet as a being who had managed to live through the crushing force of the memories of one of the memory rosaries. . .She didn’t care anymore she was currently integrating every nasty image. Committing all the despair as if she was feasting on it . . . the delicious screams that made her very blackened being shake with elation, she was too far from redemption, even angels had failed to help her, she was still in the darkness, even further before, endlessly sinking.

She shifted her position, one of her bare feet hitting a corpse while her elbow rested on her knee, her palm cupping her chin. Her eyes peering down through the gloomy atmosphere, those orbs showing nothing, caring of nothing, giving out nothing. There was a saying, “When you stare into the abyss, it stares back.” This was a being that had stared at the darkest that the universe had to offer and managed to maintain the shattered insanity that she originally had. Not as if it mattered, everything was irrelevant after all, sweet lunacy, bred insanity. All of it was finite , controlled, predictable by its very nature. Not so much like despair, people could kill themselves once they felt the irrelevance of their ways. Some would kill others, on the same token. Others raped their freinds. Some killed their wives. The face of despair manifested uniquely in each and every being, no two despairs could be considered quite alike. This was the only unknown factor in life anymore in her opinion. The absence, turning everything back to nil, the world without hope wouldn’t . . be that bad.

So yes she simmered while her eyes peered out into the world, her mind dove into each and every one of the memory rosaries memories that had been crammed in her hosts memory. Reliving each one, feeling the stains grow, feeling the hope fade, and the darkness prevail. Even dayalu would be able to sense the presence of “Hope” within the being, an abnormal hope that had been implanted in her by an angel who had discarded her because of her host’s past. The being known as the demon of hope would be able to see it as the power of even an angel was swallowed up with the assistance of the memories of the long gone being, each memory flowed into her mind like a peace of the puzzle as to who she was. It made her fall further into the darkness which welcomed her home. Each second the despair grew, the darkness that stained her soul encroached further, until it got to the point that to comprehend it would be in itself absurd.

Blinking once, Animum had heard this beings name, so it wasn’t a random demon. It was the Demon of Hope, Dayalu. As if that meant a difference to her . . “Hope” if this being embodied hope, it could be said that even if she wasn’t the danava of despair she was the closest being to understanding what the true meaning of despair was. She had been darkened so long, crying and screaming hoping for someone to save her, until her soul was numbed to the void, and her tears had all dried up leaving the husk behind that still existed. There was just. . Some discrepancies that had been left and needed to be addressed. She did not feel like playing a game of cat and mouse with this being. She did not trust him, nor did she feel the need to be true to him that was it , simple fact. Which was why as the girls mouth opened she was not sassy she was just blunt, the flat tone of her voice conveying the despair within her still.

”..I am Animum Desponde, The Advent of Despair. “

Waiting a moment to gauge his response, the girl felt her hand raising to her lips as she let out a bored yawn, lightning cackling ominously from her pale fingertips, thunder booming in the sky while she seemed to be unable to help herself when it came to how mundane this seemed to be. Was there a reason to hope or was there a reason to feel? Everything would eventually break and fade away, become pointless such as how great mountains eventually would return to dust, how even the cosmos would eventually be nothing more than darkness. To his reply of help, she said in a tone that seemed to be amused , and even offended tha he, a demon would offer to help her, a being that was irredeemable. She knew better than anyone that she was not worth saving.

”..You, a demon do what even an angel has failed to do?”

Hell, she had been abandoned, left behind or let down so many times at this point that she had grown immune to the placation of others, which was why the girl had allowed her index finger to point up in the air, energy spiraling downwards and condensing to the point that the air itself was howling, and the ground below it began to disintegrate, eventually the energy would disspate however even then she had looked down at him, as if his offers had been equivalent to someone spitting on her face, that was simply how she saw someone offering to save her at this point, it was all pointless after all.

”..You will end up leaving too eventually anyways. I was brought into this world for despair, destined to be alone.” .

This was her reality.

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“..sorry?”

She felt the few emotions she had left stirring to the surface he had stepped on a landmine, and even though she didn’t let emotion show, energy expanded outwards to the point that the ground would fragment, the skies would be washed in a hellish miasma that allowed every signature within her to be easily read. It was raw power that continued to grow until it was on the verge of catastrophe, the ground would turn to ash, the skies would be fragmented with howling winds and then? .. . It all would stop, the menacing oppressive force that showed a mere fragment of her power was her eyes glinting as her body moved, leaping lightly from the pile of bodies that had begun to build her expression remaining dulled as she exhaled and allowed herself to wonder if this person was sane, apologies for others seemed like quite the shitty thing for a person, for any person to do. Because it hadn’t been his fault, it merely was her irrelevant existence that was to blame. That wasn’t to say that his sentiment hadn’t managed to pique her interest even if it was just the smallest amount. She arched a brow as she walked over her bare feet slapping against the craggy earth.

Her expression would remain neutral as her halo had floated on her head, and her wings had folded on her back. The demon of hope was sure of himself, that he would be able to help her it seemed. Not that she believed him in the slightest. If someone had been able to save her wouldn’t they have done it by now? Would they not have allowed her to step forth from the darkness? Then there was her hosts promise with her mother. . Claire Clixx. So long as she had walked in the light, that she would be her shadow and do what was intended of her. That she would take on the world's despair for her so she could be truly free. It was a sentiment that had allowed her to stay sane for a while it seemed, until she had lost everything and gone insane, funny how life did that, it threw people curveballs that would break them rather than save them, so for the moment Animum had simply tilted her head to the side

From there she had simply raised a hand and flicked the “demon” of hope on the nose. Her eyes arching as while she didn’t think that it was important to share her thoughts she decided that even with her own disposition and her rotten life, that it wasn’t neccisarily bad. She was born for it after all apparently. She had been made to be a seed that would eventually cripple the world in despair, yet even within her depths other emotions stirred as dayalu talked about all eternity. Yes she had an eternity laid out before her that would not allow her to get over the grief within, the numbing irrelevance of life, every life which would eventually vanish other than those which did not age, or could not be killed by conventional means. Her expression softened just slightly, as she exhaled and shook her head finally allowing her expression to shift into one that maybe could be considered something akin to pity. Pity on the one who would even say spending an eternity working on her? Well if he wanted that, then she had nothing to lose didn’t she? Of course she wouldn’t let him do anything right away, but she would observe him see how he operated and eventually just maybe be able to accept it, and possibly move on. For now she said in a slow tone.

“I was born into this world as a byproduct. I had no purpose, just created to bring others into despairs embrace. I am a being that for what ever reason has never been able to feel hope, other than when it was implanted in me, and even then it faded into the depths. I am irredeemable. Not worth saving, yet i also cannot die by conventional means. If you think you have what it takes to save me, then be my guest. But don’t expect me to let you do anything to me without paying attention. If you have an eternity to help me, i have an eternity to decide if i will trust you. It’s as simple as that.”

She had said her peace, and then sat down, or rather floated in the middle of the air, her hands clasped behind her head as she waited for the males response.
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“.. N-..nnnnnnnnn!!!!”

Because of the way animum had been bound, it would start slowly, as the hope seeped into her body. It was different than the emotion hope, it was the same energy yet it was the polar opposite of what resided in her. The girl had stood there for a moment, and let it seep in, the after affects letting her know truly how broken she was. That was the problem with her constitution was the moment that such a thing tried to breach her defenses, it wouldn’t just be attacking her. It would be attacking her entire body, her blood would feel like it was boiling, her very organs felt like they had been pulled inside out, and as she stood there she endured it. She counted the seconds as the energy built up in her. She didn’t trust him, because of her track record meant she really didn’t trust anyone or anything anymore. Everything was irrelevant and pointless, there was no meaning and she was numb to it all, there was nothing that could harm her so long as she felt that way, as if everything was irrelevant. It numbed her soul from the cold, from the hatred, from the agony, from the despair. . .From every single one of those emotions that lurked inside her, but what dayalu was doing? It went against all of that, it rejected that, and more then that. . After she really figured out what he was doing? It. .

It was going to break her. First she had twitched as the numbness to her own disposition faded, the numbness that allowed her to endure the link with a being of despair, with her own despair, with others despairs, with the abandonment and the internal hatred yet now? Because of dayalu there was a lapse in that careful mental armor she had thrown up in her mind, and what did that mean? It meant soon her twitches turned into tremors, the memories were vivid now, full of color and life, full of the agony that every being had faced, she felt the despair while not being numb to it, she had no resistance to it from the absurd amount of hope that went into her at that moment, and that? That was akin to feeling the pain of millions, feeling billions of existence being snuffed out by one being alone, feeling despair in it’s truest form, crawling on broken glass, the pain of her hosts disposition that was with her for hundreds of years. All the pain, all the desparation all the hatred and sorrow. It converged on her at once, It hammered on her mind, it tore away the defenses she had underneath, it ravaged her soul, snared her senses, and beat her conscious mind over the head like a fucking drum.

Oh how she screamed in her lamentation, oh how she roared as she gripped her arms with enough force that blood splattered across the ground. Her body thrashing from the realization of just how broken she was, her screams would become broken, fragmented themselves, as this tortured being was attempting to be saved by another, by the exact opposite of the person who made her this way. It caused her knees to hit the ground and her precious control over her power to slip, it caused her senses to skewer and tilt, it made her entire feeling of self fade way to the never ending existence of the pain that lurked within her soul. It broke her on levels she had originally been sane, it snapped memories, it shattered preconceptions of pain, she had felt this emotion once before in the past, when she had tried to wrap her mind around the pain that she had endured, yet for now? She hadn’t been able to control anything, this was pain beyond that, beyond anything she had felt before.

It felt as if she was dying all over again, millions of times concentrated down into it’s rawest most painful form for eternity. There was no describing the pain that was trans descending what could be called merely “Pain” so because of this, because of the instability that ravaged her body, she had felt it, her fine control slipping on her powers to the point that everything within her? The limiters she placed, the cautious safeguards she had it would vanish instantly, erased under the mind numbing pain that even with her own mental capacity she could not bypass, she could not work around or shirk. It broke apart and shattered it all leaving her in a writhing state that could only if she concentrated speak properly. It was only then that the aura that was felt, began to rapidly increase, balloon disproportionately with what was considered to be an “average” spiritual signature for one of her tier. In fact it grew beyond what Animum herself could normally generate from her pain, this was her reishi and her power in it’s rawest form. It would start as the density around her body distorted and became something similar to that of a star, only then would she yell.

”..BLOCK YOURSELF.”

That was the only thing she could force herself to say, as finally the clouds cleared and the energy itself blasted outwards, it was not a mere wave .it was a blinding flash that exceeded the previous energy by far, it would look to be but a candle’s light in comparison to the light of the sun. This was a burnout, a phenomena when the energy of a being was mostly exhausted in one singular flash. So it was a blast that was on a scale like no other, the skies themselves ripped apart, the sunny day evaporating when the tsunami of raw energy broke through it. The ground vaporized cracked and was literally shoved outwards, building up higher and higher as the hole around animum got deeper and deeper. As for the signature, and the sound of her screams? Those could be heard for miles, hundreds of miles her spiritually amplified voice would travel, even in the remotest reaches of sirsa which they had been her energy had been strong enough that it would light up the sky, in a blinding flash while the effects of this cataclysmic surge would spread out over many miles, the very air would be charged with pure reishi while the electricity wasn’t discharged within the being, causing her reserves there to be tapped out while she exhausted 60% of all her energy in this single blast.

Then as the energy continued to blast she laid there curled up in a ball the energy emenating from her being suffocating, but now? It was all condensed, in a shield that was made solely to protect and filter out all kinds of energy, giving her time to both fix herself and collect her thoughts, the aftereffects of the energy having turned the flat landscape into a singular crator almost like a meteorite had slammed into it.

Now however she simply lay there, and worked on putting herself back together , building the wall and numbing herself. It was the only way to control herself after all.
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