Thundering Madness [PRIVATE/Chiraisu]

How many days was it now? In this world, this realm apart from the dimension of humanity, Ceal had been staying. The miasma of this realm, it was, or should be, toxic to Ceal. Breathing it in should for lack of a better word, kill her. She could probably never become immune to it, but it seemed like she was at least getting used to it now. Her exhales were labored, and her walking was still slow, but she could feel herself becoming more resisted to it's effects on her body.

To be perfectly honest. Ceal had no idea what she was doing here in the Chaya Nation. Perhaps it was because she was getting out, looking around at places while she was away from the palace. It seemed soon that Arianda and Ceal would be taking up a place in a location reserved for the second circle of Shadow fall. She had become it's Duchess, and she a knight under her order. Ceal had giggled a little to herself at this thought. It was so ironic that the person she would so fatefully meet in the midst of Flow City would be the one she would eventually call her superior, her lover, and her master. That literally meant she had two with that title.

Man.. this different culture was all so strange to Ceal, but not unexciting in the slightest. She had always wanted to know so much of the demonic culture. Not because of the fact they were affiliated with chaos, evil, or just the general embodiment of darkness, but more so because one of her best friends in her life, one whom cared for her, was also a demon.

Would she ever find him in these lands? Is that why she made it a notion to go out and explore this place, despite it's dangers? Despite the fact she was a little human mingling with the denizens of the dark. Could that has possibly fueled her desire to join shadow fall, even a little bit? She could still remember him, as if she'd seen him only yesterday. Remember his scent, the way his hair fell over his one eye. The paleness of his skin and how he stood up for her, time and time again.

She felt her heart ache at a possible future that was beginning to expire inside of her. With the feeling of Denial fading from her, she was beginning to accept the numbing feeling of abandonment. It wasn't his fault she supposed. He wasn't obligated to wait for her to wake up... after years of being medically brain dead. No one could have ever known, ever suspected this.

None but one man. Ceal's now foster father, and the man behind it all. Dr. Steven Styles, a human spear heading a project known as “SERAPH”. It was a movement to scientifically pinpoint the “Evolution” gene found in all soul evolution humans, to make sense of this X factor, to enhance it, brining humans once again on top of this battle for supremacy among the ever increasing appearance of seemingly godlike races.

Even now, Ceal was flexing this power, this forced evolution of her own race. She was fighting it back, the natural energies of her soul giving off a near constant state of static energy, diffusing in the atmosphere as she walked. Mana had made this truth known to her. Where Styles would lie, unsure of her power that he knew exactly what had caused it, what it was, and how to use it. Mana would tell her all about that power of chaotic frenzy that manifested within her soul. It was a certain level of tangibility that could break if touched wrong.

Mana would guide her hands, going through the movements with her, grasping at and harnessing this terrible power. Lightning was a tremendous element. It symbolized destruction, instability, chaos and judgment. On the philosophical level of her abilities, she was an unstable wild card, able to tip among the boundaries of using her chaotic element to destroy things, or use it to pass judgment on the wicked. Perhaps she wanted both of these.

In a general term, Ceal didn't know if she wanted to be a cliched hero or not. Actually she wasn't sure what was truly right or wrong in this world yet. That was something she was trying to find on her own. That is, welll... that was mostly the truth until she had found Mana. A person willing to unite this world in a state of lunacy that could border on sanity within the right perspective. She had given this a lot of thought, toiling over it for days now, deducing whether or not this was the right path. Then again, it didn't seem like she had much choice at this moment. She had already fallen into the rabbit hole. Pray she may keep her sanity through this adventure through wonderland.

Ceal was so embedded within her own thoughts, she didn't even hear of the man who had been trailing her. It should be as of no surprise that in an organization with millions of people, the amount of pure humans within its ranks can be counted on one hand. This would likely garner a lot of attention from it's more veteran members, or new members alike. That was how this man had found here. Seeking out the girl who would be either mad enough, or stupid enough, to join such a unanimously evil group.

It was then she heard his voice. It was rather rough, but it didn't seem to overly aggressive given the circumstances. However. She was kinda in her thoughts so deep that she probably could have ran into a wall. This resulted in her practically jumping at the touch of his chilling hand on her shoulder. She made a really odd noise of surprised and acute fright as her body discharged a rather substantial arc of electricity through his body upon his touch.

It wasn't considered lethal, even by human standards, but it was just under the amount needed to stop a heartbeat in a human. Which was honestly pretty high at 800 volts. For the man touching her, it wouldn't do any such thing, but it might cause his hand to jolt away, or take him off his feet or stagger backwards, depending on how well he took it.

She had turned around then, trying to see who she'd accidentally sent for a shocking experience. What she saw was a tall white haired man. She had to admit that even upon first seeing him that his face didn't bother her so much. Even though her heart skipped a beat on his touch, she found herself rapidly calming down. Ceal thought that the man would actually be quite good looking, if not for the scars that spanned half his face.

"Ohmygosh!... I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to zap you, I promise. Y-you just... shocke-... no.. no! I that's a dumb thing to say.. I meant, you.. well, surprised me. Heh.. heh.. plzdonthurtme” She said, her words spewing from her mouth at 3200 rounds per minute. She had a habit of talking fast as it were, even more so when nervous and/or surprised/shocked.

Having looked at him again. He looked like a soldier, a fighter perhaps. She believed he may be a member of Shadow fall, but was not sure if she had any concrete way to tell this or not. He, however, could very easily tell. Just below her now flushed face was a collar, seemingly too big for her neck, yet somehow irremovable. The words engraved on the name plate meant she was the property of the Queen herself.

Ceal clasped her hands together, almost as if praying as she smiled awkwardly, giggling as part of her nervousness, but also with the slight manic elation she was unable to hold back as of late.