As The Moon Falls. [Haru/Inami]

“..Thats quite large.”

The Female known as Inami stood beneath the impending collision of an extremely large meteor, a huge chunk of the moon barrelling down at the earth, to most this would be a situation of immediate concern, however for the royal demon and queen of chaya nation this was the farthest thing from her mind currently. That was occupied by veta, her lovely friend Neoveta who had ended up killed by her Elder sister, Mana Asthavon. She had loved her as a family member, and beyond it had been Neoveta who had nursed her back to health when she lost it back in australia, it had been by her hand that Inami had been able to escape her own insanity and begun the path back to redemption. Then there had been tsubuasa who was either dead or in a coma. . . All this pain had forced itself through her in a very short period of time, and now she was beyond upset, the darker depths of her psyche seemed to become more active. Specifically thanks to the introduction of the black world back into existence she was able to feel the gradual degeneration into madness occurring.

Yet she could remember the times that she had spent with these two people, and those thoughts helped her cling to her hard-won sanity. It was a force of will itself to keep her more primal side from rearing it’s head to bare it’s fangs at the world. She was broken, a fragmented existence full of pain at the moment, and yet she thought that pain would not remain eternally. Eventually, even if it was thousands of years from now. She’d look back at this time in her life as a dark spot observing it from a distance to pick apart what she did wrong, or what was unavoidable. That thought kept her strong, or strong enough that she would be able to keep the horns from growing atop her crown, and her tail from running free or at least. . It started out that way at first, the horn’s tips peeking from her pink black hair, and her eyes deviated from their natural black pink hue, with flecks of green underlying it. She could feel her veins boiling, her sanity was shaky at best and the best thing for her now would most likely be a distraction. Something that would be able to keep her mind off of it’s impending break. Something that would alleviate her tension if but for a short while.

Casting her heartache and feelings adrift in the back of her psyche she focused on the present, the howling winds and frothing flames bringing themselves up into the fore-front of her mind, her undivided attention her let her frustration explode the force of her demon magic releasing like floodgates, the effect on the world around her already becoming apparent as the feelings of malice bloomed with it, down came the wrath she was feeling, as the darker aspects of her energy erupted and the skies themselves seemed to begin to tinge purple and black. It wasn’t as if she was being rash, rather it was because of her rashness that she had her thoughts so crystal clear. She didn’t merely want to destroy this hunk of junk, she wanted to obliterate it so that she would be able to vent, and cry, scream and shout at her inadequacies. So with tears flooding her eyes she had raised her hands and began to weave together zao-ka , the demon energies themselves beginning to take shape, guided by a single thought that in itself could give birth to a million different emotions.

Hate. A hate so deep and black that it was all encompassing and all consuming. A hatred that couldn’t be put to words even if she spoke for millions of years. It was like a toxic sludge that urged the royal demon to sink deeper and deeper into her own power, to dredge up reserves she never thought that she could wield it made her ignore her own self degradation and doubts. Her energy bloomed forth, and increased beyond her normal thresholds manipulating the attributes of the water itself and taxing her mind as she was concentrating and bringing energies to fruition that she herself never even thought she would understand or be able to control. It wasn’t like tsubasa had once told her, that she was too tense. It had been that she often limited or held herself back in fear of what would happen, or who she would destroy. There wasn’t that here, she hated the world and it’s inhabitants, she hated the moon for all it stood for, for all she lost. Everything was meaningless, everything was pointless. Coexistence? Coexistence had made her weak and blind to how the world worked. It made her think that the world would be conquered by anything other than strength, that words would prevail over might.

How foolish had she been? Sitting in her throne and thinking on what she could do to bring demons into the fold with the rest of the races, how could she even possibly be able to begin to bridge such a gap of mistrust, despair and outright hatred for one another. The problem was she did not only hate the world, but she hated someone else more than anything else. She hated her sisters, She Hated Mana, with a single minded determination so violent that it knew no bounds. Mana had taken from her one if not the only thing that she had formed a time tested meaningful connection with, and in it’s place spawned an abomination. Yet she could not fault her sister, for she knew her sister’s behavior to an extent. She was erratic. Willing to use anything and everything to her own means , to further her own grand- schemes for the world. That was just how she was, and because of that. Even if she hated her she would not. Could not, fault her for being the way she was. Because for all the bad, there was still some parts of her sister that she still adored, which made this whole matter entirely worse.



So trapped between sadness, and hatred she decided, that she would continue walking down the path guided by these emotions until she found closure. Only then could she move on, and the first step to that was to begin to drain the emotions that lay festering in her demonic heart. If she let them build eventually she would be unable to hold back the tide, it would eventually cause her to degrade into the mindless beast she had been in australia, willing to destroy everything, to raise everything to the ground and erase it. That was something she would avoid at all costs which was why she had allowed her mouth to part.

She’d let out a scream of anguish and anger, a cry so broken, yet so maddening that it was a wail of pure agony, her hands throwing forth an immense plume of energy that would expand across the entirety of the meteor, taking in to account the kinetic force, the momentum and any other factors before she had blown the rock apart into a fragmented millions of different rocks, each one flying in a different direction while the water was displaced below her from the sudden surge of zao-ka. The pressure itself generated tidal waves that erupted in every direction. The sea was forced to begin converging around her hand and then it would disperse into millions of bullet like droplets. Droplets that would smash into each of the small pieces. Causing water with all it’s velocity to be similar to an explosive round, destroying rock and leaving only vapor and dust in its wake.

Afterwards she could feel the blood as it trickled from her eyes. The fat droplets that was her tears streaming down her face, eventually she had brought her hands up to cover it as she wept. Wept for what she lost, and at the same time kept battling her demons, the constant focus that it took to counteract this massive, world-crushing soul deep pain she felt at losing two of the most precious people in her life, being monumental. The amount of willpower that it took to battle her own insanity being similar to that as well. However atleast for now she knew that she would fight, and continue to live on. Battle those who she felt like battling and then continue until her pain was no more. She would get stronger, she had to get stronger. This pain in her heart wasn’t going away any time soon. . . So she had to fight.