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Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Sun Nov 20, 2016 5:36 pm
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness [OOC: For this thread, I would prefer that someone that Henrex has not officially met join this thread] The wind of the Demon World's Chaya Nation swept over Henrex's body, sending his clothing rippling as the wind passed through it, and his eye twitched over and over as his kimono whipped and snapped around, bringing small stings to his skin, and his ears. A single katana lay in his lap, one hand on the hilt, one on the end of the sheath. The single eye of the covered male remained closed, as his mind was focused on meditation. Or, at least he would be, if there wasn't so much commotion. Not around him in the real world, mind you, but inside his head. Voices clamored and shouted inside his mind, causing nothing good to come out of this attempt of meditation aside from a headache. A small sigh left him as his eye slowly opened, and his hand would travel into his messenger's back at his side, reaching into it and pulling out a medium sized container, which he had purchased from the Cybermind. The Container, as ironically called as it was, held thousands of items that Henrex could bring out at his leisure. So, with the interface of the item loaded, showing the different items that he held within it in front of him, Henrex's gloved finger rose from his side, pressing on one specific item. A long, cylinder shape formed in the air, and the black hand of the male soon wrapped around it, with the color and accents of the shakuhachi that now lay within his hand coming back to normal, the male's other hand set down The Container, before moving upwards towards his hidden face. Wrapping his fingers around the scarf that covered his face, gently pulling it off his eye, and off the rest of his face, leaving it securely around his neck. Holding the flute in both of his hands horizontally, Henrex raised the tool to his lips, before he would begin to play. Gentle, flowing, and moderately loud notes came from the musical instrument, and Henrex's fingers moved with gracious speed as the holes of the flute would be covered, causing the sound to change as it continued to flow from the end of the flute. A small relaxing feeling came over the mind of the young man, and the music soon came to an end. Placing the instrument into his lap, his eye would close once again, with his arm absentmindedly moving towards the Container, before pointing it at the flute, breaking it down and storing it back into the spacious storage space. However, he was not done with it. Pulling up the interface once again, his finger drifted over the interface, before settling on the item that he had found, tapping it and letting it materialize. The item was a candle, purely white in color, with the entire thing looking brand new. Placing the item ten inches in front of him, his index finger would point towards the wick of the candle, and the whispers of the word "Byakurai", would be heard, and a pale lighting bolt struck the wick, causing multiple sparks to ignite, and the candle was set ablaze. The hand returned to his side, and his eye closed once again, his other hand reaching towards the scarf that was around his neck, pulling it back up above his nose and mouth, as well as covering his left eye. As his eye closed, he knew why he was doing more and more meditation. To drown out the voices in his head, and also to bring back that relaxed feeling that had been upon him so recently. Now, he just felt blank. Not only that, but he had ignored the voices for so long, that they seemed to have stopped...for now. So, with a hefty sigh, his hands gently pressed against his knees, and time began ticking. |
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Mon Nov 21, 2016 9:48 pm
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”Whats this?”
Inami’s voice echoed as she sat in her throne room, her pale white chin resting atop her left hands palm. Lounging as within her nation the world was going to hell. Ashes born from demon burned in riots blew everywhere. Gale force winds tore the desolate landscape, the miasma of the demon world infected by oorja aura and even the traces of hells miasma seemed to cause even the strongest of demons to become corrupt. In her throne room it was a sight of pure insanity. Individuals whose minds had been broken by lack of reason, lack of morals, lack of reality roamed, demons lurked in the shadows and the queen’s expression was that of pure boredom. Her heterochromia gleaming in the darkness as at her back there was a huge dragon. This dragon seemed to lurk in the shadows, one massive green eye opening to glance into the darkness as it let out a deep, reverberating growl. Inami’s other hand was busy drumming its fingers on the blackened thrones arm-rest.
”..I’m so bored, there’s no one to play with.”
Many would take her voice to be sinister, brooding. However she was actually pouting. Bored out of her mind since many of her subjects had broken long ago, turned into insane driveling pools of waste that ended up either dying at the hands of the demons from inverse world or simply hid in the bowels of castle, lurking in the darkness that pooled there. It was arguable that at this point the blackened soul of the queen could not get any darker, the chaos could not get any greater. However the queen had sensed another being one that could be crushed and broken, could be driven to it’s knees in pure insanity and then sent back to where it came from. She did not know the person’s name, nor did she understand their reason for coming here, however all she knew was that she would be able to alleviate this boredom as neoveta was. . . Elsewhere. As much as she loved algos she still had urges and even if she had said she would not destroy this dimension she was barely holding on to all the instability and insanity that thrummed within her pandemonium-kissed skin.
So as the queen slowly rose from her throne, her tail swished from one side to the other and she had vanished , the very shadows that filled her room wrapping around her body, bit by bit until she seemed to be eaten alive by it. Then she had traveled through the shadows to eventually appear near the form of the being who sat meditating in the midst of her domain. HAH! Wasn’t this a riot!?! Someone was trying to find peace in the turbulent chaos that was lawlessness at it’s finest!! The queen couldn’t have that happen now could she? So as the likes of the male had found it in himself to rummage in a container and grasp a candle from it’s confines, most likely upon lighting it he would feel it, insanity at it’s finest. The full might of the queen of chaya’s turbulent soul was put on display through pure chaotic intent. An intent that was broadcasted throughout the area via her domain of zao-ka. Given within this nation she was absolute, she was it’s ruler.
Next the very shadows would almost look like they had elongated, the dismal mirrored world reflected in the sky blotted out by an endless darkness that built from the mountains in the west, and the badlands to the east. Two clouds of dust whipped up through some good old environmental manipulation would collide together with the likes of the broken raven at its epicenter. However within this dust was strange insects, be it demonic in origin or simply something unknown that had spilled over from the black world itself it didn’t matter, the sound of their cries would echo in the darkness, while the only light illuminating it would be the lone candle that the raven had chosen to light at this very spot. There would be no cages to block him but dancing in the shadows would be . . . Things shapes of eldritch abominations, the stuff of nightmares. As if they had been waiting for that candle to blow out. Then the voices would come.
”..Meditating are we?”
Said a voice somewhere in the darkness, it’s dry demented tone a flavor of screams, and cries. The voice was insanity incarnate, it was the very absence of order itself. In it’s voice was immorality, was senselessness and illogicality. It’s dry chuckles held not contempt but . . . Need need for something that it had been deprived of when trying to listen to algos trying to behave and play the good girl card for the time being. But it needed this, to break someone to drive them into the truth that was lawlessness. Hence the candle would flicker as a small gust blew against it and a sound akin to millions of legs scuttling across the floor could be heard to the broken ravens left. A strange elongated shadow cast in henrex’s little bubble of light which would flicker once more from a wind to the east while the soft voice would become deadened as it whispered again the voice this time seeking to worm it’s way into the likes of the broken ravens ears, it was a hiss and dual toned.
”..Little shinigami who roves in the lands of the damned and depraved”
This voice let out another chuckle, while the sky seemed to crackle and rain would become audible from far away, the turbulence of Inami’s environmental manipulation easily whipping up a fierce storm cloud which spat out acidic rain on the landscape around them, eroding the ground to leave depressions and new dents in rock formations around them. However Nothing was visible other than the soft light from flashes of lightning that illuminated creatures, things that lurked in the dark while slowly a pair of hands had came from the dark, soft and pale, with perfect nails which would curl around the shinigami’s shoulders as a voice said softly with amusement that was derived from the fact a little baby bird had wandered from it’s nest into the eternal hell that was her domain.
” Why have you come to this forsaken place?”
Her tone was outright bemused as only her eyes glowed in the darkness before slowly her arms seemed to vanish slowly dissapearing into the shadows themselves while the groaning sounds and screeches persisted but something else interesting would happen, slowly the candle seemed to flicker more and more while the laughter rose to a crescendo, bouncing off the darkness as if it was a physical thing, it was a throaty cackle that spoke of horrors that couldn’t be comprehended while the demon queen merely said cryptically.
”..Not that it matters“
The cackle quieted as a dry slithering sound could be heard somewhere in the dark.
”..You are here now after all..”
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Tue Nov 22, 2016 1:47 pm
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness It was all so very quiet. Nothing filled the air as Henrex's mind was focused on other things, while the scent of burning wax filled his hidden nose, and his hands gripped tight on his knees. His senses began to lower as he allowed himself to travel into the trance-like state that his meditation would often lead him into. A quiet breath left him as he sat in the middle of nowhere in the Chaya Nation, the wind continually kicking up and flowing over him, with his body acting as a living shield to his candle. The wind would not harm it, and it would not just give light, but the time. But yet, the wind was relentless. The violence of the air sliced and bashed against his body, before reaching the candle, and the light that was in front of him went out. His eye still closed, Henrex could see nothing. But yet, he would rise from sitting to standing, not bothering to pick up the extinguished candle. A sudden burst of pure power crashed into him, sending shivers down his spine, but nothing more. The dull eye of the male opened, and his hand gently tapped against the pommel of his sword. The presence of a Demon was apparent, as he could feel the presence of their Za Koa energy not only around him, but everywhere. The sound of movement to his left caused the Raven's head to slowly turn in that direction, tilting to the side in mildly confusion. Cries of agony and pain filled the darkness around him, causing no real reaction from the male. Blinking once, he felt two dust clouds crash into him, and he could hear the scuttling once again. His eye flashed a dark green color, and the Night Vision aspect of his Cyberbrain activated, giving him the ability to see in this world of black. A voice came from the darkness, almost in a dry, raspy tone, layered with madness and insanity. The question that it had asked was not something that he felt that he needed, nor wished to answer. Silent as ever, the male simply turned in the direction of the voice, staring into the night. His mind still did not register any real threat. This...was a display that was meant to instill fear into the heart of the victim that would suffer this. However, Henrex's mind really felt no true fear. All he felt was a blank, dullness that caused him to feel blank. A muffled sigh came from the male's hidden lips, and his body seemed to shift slightly, but nothing more. The sound of more movement within the air caused the male's hand to loosen on his Zanpakutō. He had no fear. Fear was something that only came from the nightmares that his mind generated to make him realize the inevitable. The hand drifted to his side, hanging limp. The whisper of the origin of what occurred around him returned, hissing like a snake into his ears. He still refused to answer. Another sigh, and then the came the rain to wash away the sin of the earth. Acidic rain covered the land around him, corroding away everything that it touched. The feeling of hands curling around his shoulders caused his eye to lower down to look at what was touching him. Pale, and cold hands wrapped around him, and yet, his mind still did nothing to respond to this. The strange touch did not last long, as they soon vanished back into the everlasting blackness that he was trapped in. His body turned once again to face the voice. His Night Vision was able to make out something within the darkness. A blank gaze stared directly at where Inami would be standing. The cryptic message meant nothing. However, Henrex would respond to what she had said before. "....Is there always a need for a reason to come to a place that not even the gods care for...? I don't know why I am here....I wander the grounds of my...home....because I see nowhere I may be able to fit in....without being labeled as....an outsider. I...am no one, Demon. Just....a Hybrid....aiming to calm the voices in their head...." Henrex said. The term "home" was used by him very loosely. Henrex wasn't sure if he could consider anywhere in the Demon World somewhere as a home, where he could speak with others that shared the blood that he only had half of. Gazing blankly into the darkness, all Henrex awaited for was a swift blow to end his life. After all, he most likely shouldn't have been there in the first place. |
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Sun Nov 27, 2016 9:53 pm
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“..Gods? “
The notion struck the very absence of law as futile and meaningless. As inami thought about it, the very thought that this land was born from the womb of some deity or other bound to their laws and their whim it made her wish to cackle, to laugh to chuckle at the absurdity of it all! What god had been perfect was now but a shell! Her dear old sister khala slept in hell with a madness in her heart that would not abate even if the whole of the demon world wished it to! It wasn’t that the gods didn’t care for the land of the depraved. Nay it was worse then that! They had been forsaken by those higher entities that had once governed that fickle thing known as fate. Now it was a land that anything could happen and it was a land that the weak simply would die from. It was because of this that the queen, one of the highest existances within demon world merely watched with contempt from her perch in the midst of the storm. Yes as the blackness akin to midnight began to bloom out of control many would assume the queen was preparing to smite the demonic shinigami where he stood. Yet that wasn’t what she wished. Nay, as she watched him she had thoughts and plans whirring through her mind.
”..Maybe the shinigami’s have forsaken this one, or maybe he has forsaken himself. Yet he strives to understand his disposition. No one ever said it was my place to simply help the villains prosper and see the heroes in this little fairytale we call life die off into a state of non-existance. No to see this game prosper, to see madness and lunacy rise to the very heights we need balance. We need fiery new youth that can bring this war to a crescendo! If i lead him to the tools that he seeks, what will he truly make of it? What will he find in the depths of his own soul? Let’s see, what the heroes of this generation have!”
As inami thought the miasma one that was forewarned by many would seek to encroach and tear apart the very mind of the being known as henrex. Yes even as he stood in the dark this otherworldly presence sought nothing more than to unhinge, unbind and drive the poor male to the very heights of insanity. Yet it wasn’t only that. No even as the miasma sought to deprive the male of his sanity the Queen paused and . . Sniffed.. One of the more primal things about the queen was she tended to sniff out the scents in the air. And even now she was sniffing and picking up on henrex’s scent. The shinigami and . . . something else that was inherently more demonic. So now as the lazy yet sharklike smile of the queen blossomed on her face she let out a small breath and her rowdy unhinged laughter boomed like thunderclaps in the dark. The cackle was one of glee! She had seen it all now! The shinigami and the demons hated each other! They would like nothing more than to rip each other limb from limb, to slaughter each other until nothing was left. So what would happen now?
It was simple as the queen laughed tears springing up onto her eyes from this unexpected twist she had looked forward her heterochromatic eyes glowing in the dark before eventually she manipulated the storm so that it became so fierce that nothing could bypass the impending gale, the ground outside was torn asunder, even parts of hills had been torn up within the confines of the storm while in the center all there was. . .Would be quiet. Not a sound would emit from it. The sounds of beasts had long passed, the demons had been slaughtered or moved elsewhere. The sound of footsteps wouldn’t be audible either. In short nothing was able to be heard in the midst of this . . Storm. There would be the shinigami that had wandered willingly into the land of the damned. And there would be her. . The queen who oversaw and railed against the very balance of the world. One of them sought to protect or at least she assumed she did, and the other didn’t give a damn if the world burned or torn to hell. Yet one thought crossed the queens perfectly dystopian mood. Ibiki. The one shinigami that had accepted her rather than forsake her. It would be for her that she stilled her hand.
Yet as the tides of the queens energy became apparent, as the storm grew and as it would sing a merry tune so to speak, calling out to the likes of henrex’s demonic half. It sought to make it more violent, more abrupt and apparent. Eventually the queen had let her lips part as she said in a tone that echoed throughout the storm. Pretty disconcerting if you thought about the fact that other than her voice nothing else could be heard.
”..There are four demons who rule this forsaken land. One lies in the center of it all on a throne that seeks to destroy your world. Another lies in the land of thought, a queen who was once the slayer of dragons, who has become reclusive. One is a king that goes against the order of demon world, and strives to bring hope. Another lays in the land of demons so savage that they simply are known as the nation of strength. It has been this way for eons. The strong lead the weak, order is only used to oppress not to save. You speak of a land that the gods do not care for. That isn’t exactly right. We are forsaken, not because god has shunned us. But because god has left us.
As the energy rose it would become incomprehensible while from the storm a figure finally seemed to emerge. Darkness cloaked her, her horns adorned her head. Ears seemed to be slightly pointed while her expression was . . Searching. Here was a being that nearly destroyed the demon’s dimension. Here was a demon that cared only for destruction and yet. She had in the past directly helped the soul society. It was because of that now that this young man still was alive. Even if it was simply because the demoness didn’t know if he was from the soul society or not. That didn’t really matter now did it? No as the demoness rested on the demonic winds she had willed into existence she peered down at the male before her. Her words would be framed by her expression. Amused.
”..I have often found that free-choice is a boon, one that makes the entire world amusing. It is the thing that brings out the worst atrocities in the world. But it is also the thing that causes the beautiful acts of kindness that save it at the exact same time. “
As she said this her expression remained impossible to read while she studied the male in front of her and she thought slowly. Just what did she wish to do here? Well it was hard to really consider what she wished for. But what she did know was that this apathy he had was simply a cumbersome shell. If he really was dead set on maintaining this “I don’t care” Charade then the queen would simply finish this and be on her way however for now as the queen took a step she simply vanished into the shadows appearing directly behind the likes of henrex. Her arms crossed, drapped ever so gently over one of his shoulders with her chin resting atop it. The rest of her was levitating carelessly in mid-air. As if she was saying that she didn’t need to follow the laws of physics. Gravity being one of them. She was close enough that if he had moved she simply would rest in the midst of nothingness as if that was her intention.
To many this would seem flirty, or easy. But that demoness’s eyes didn’t see him as a human being simply because that was who she was. What she was. She saw potential in him sure, but she saw the potential in everything these days, both the good. The bad, the horrors they might commit and the lives they might save. However for now she merely whispered with a crooning voice that was dripping with toxic honey.
”We are the reason that when humans do something bad it is said they listen to the devil on their shoulder boy. “
As her eyes slanted like a cats she merely let her tongue crossover her lips. Tasting the discord that raged in her own kingdom. Whenever someone broke the law sure they were punished. But the problem was it also fed her at the same time. Which was why her words almost seemed to be a purr as she stated facts that had been the truth. A truth so devastating that even if he wasn’t apart of it he’d certainly know the gravity of the situation.
” The Soul Society Will not last much longer in it’s current state, it is but a flimsy house of cards child waiting to be blown away in the wind.”
Her lips curled into a smile as she thought about That Thought. Sure she didn’t care if they survived but still it might be a tad more interesting if they managed to regain their lands and if they managed to suvive this ordeal. However that being said. . She was but a bystander that had very little to do with the fate of that sinking ship. All she craved with that blackened soul of hers was to be entertained. It was why she slowly said in a tone that was a purr.
”...Are you strong boy? Do you know what strength truly is, or do you too . . Crawl in the dark writhing endlessly as you grope for the light. Like man in the beginning before they found fire and began to truly grow. Will you crawl endlessly or will you be of use to others? If i told you that by stabbing yourself with that sword at your side you would become strong would you do it? Or would you balk because your life is more precious?”
She was a demon, so she prodded molded and batted these words out at the male with little regard to how he took them. What she said was to her atleast very logical, very honest and very much so to the point! So with all this said the queen simply exhaled and shifted which cheek was resting on her arms while she said in a voice that was still smooth and obviously up to no good.
” Little one, i hope you think before you answer.”
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Tue Nov 29, 2016 8:14 pm
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here." -The Cheshire Cat, Alice In Wonderland So...intoxicating. What was so intoxicating? Oh, the essence of insanity and madness. It ran through his mind and body, threatening to tear apart whatever was left of his sanity, and force his broken soul down into the final depths. But yet, the mind of Henrex still wished to stay away from those thoughts, and keep himself safe from such horrors that could be delved into when he finally sunk into those final layers. This had all started back with Arianda, when she had first caused the essence of madness to travel through his system. It had almost been too much for him. It had ripped and torn through his logical thinking, his rationality, everything that had previously been in his mind was destroyed. So, his mind did the only thing it could to protect itself. Forcing all of the new thoughts that had sprouted in his mind to create a new, alternate personality that held damn near every last bit of insanity that the boy held. And that insanity was showing itself. Multiple flashes occurred on the male's body, revealing an entirely new person. The pale skin of the male dipped an even lighter shade, turning a color that was the closest it could be to white. The blade that hung at the side of the male in the sheath flickered in size and form, showing the alternate's choice of weapon. Blinking into the form of a large kitchen knife, the grip around the hilt of his katana tightened. More flashes of his alternate persona occurred, and his facial features were revealed in more detail. No longer did scars run across his skin, but, what was left in it's place was equally horrifying. Burns resided everywhere on his face, with two large slash marks at the ends of his cheeks, creating a fake smile. Two gleaming red eyes gazed from the sockets of the male, with black rings around his eyelids, showing even more burns. As the seconds turned to minutes, his eyes showed no signs of blinking. However, one of the other large changes was to his hair. Instead of the immense length that it had before, it had shortened itself in the back and front. Reaching down to the end of the back of his neck, and down to his eyes in the front, his hair boasted no real difference in color, but only in length. And then, it stopped. The flashing of his alternate persona stopped entirely. The normal form of the True Appearance of the male remained in the gale that swept and whipped around them. As laughter sprouted from the Queen of the Chaya Nation, his eye widened. However, the laughter was soon silenced by the storm around them, kicking up and making one feel as if there was no escape, no entrance, nor no calm to this gale. However, there was no fear in his mind. No. The wind whipped around his clothing, sending it fluttering within the wind. But still, there was nothing that he feared from this woman. Not yet, at least. And thus, the blackness parted, with the pitch black orb of the male scanning the figure that approached him from the abyss that had been created within this abandoned land of the Demon World. The mysterious figure vanished, and the cold, but gentle touch of her fingers against his shoulder was...a bit of a surprise. Henrex was slightly surprised with such an action being taken on him, and the next action, her chin gently setting on his shoulder sent surprise even further down his spine and across his nerves. However, it was not long before the poisonous honey of the woman's words reached his ears. So many questions came from her. But the one that stuck out the most were her very last ones. Was he strong? "Am...I strong? I don't know. I wish to become stronger." Henrex said, his words coming out in a slightly raspy, but yet still quiet voice as he answered what Inami had said. But yet, confusion still wrapped around his mind as he continued to process what she had asked him. Asking him if she told him that stabbing himself with his Zanpakutō would make him stronger, would he do it? It...didn't make sense in his mind. Perhaps it was a test? Either way, being cryptic wasn't helping much. So, he slowly reached for his scarf, gently pulling it down from his mouth, revealing a small portion of the scars and burns that resided on the left side of his face. "What strength...truly is? What does that mean...?" He asked, general confusion laying within the quiet voice that attached itself to his words. "Tell me..." |
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Mon Dec 05, 2016 11:09 am
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This boy is quite the hesitant one ain’t he~?!”Inami’s expression was like a cat who had caught the mouse that she had been seeking this entire time! As henrex figeted, twitched and deliberated Inami’s tame expression was a facade that only was present to hide the growing mania and thrill that practically exploded into her system. This was her game! To cause order to become irrelevant and to let illogicality shine, it was because of this that the demoness, queen of the nation of strength was out here playing with the rabble! Infact, as henrex asked her the question of if he was strong the queen let out a soft chuckle. For the word, strong, was used in many situations, and had many . . . many different meanings in their oh so fucked up world. But . . for the intents and purposes of the situation, in the midst of the darkness. The winds howling at their backs due to turbulence the queen merely tapped her lower lip with one of those manicured fingers of hers, eyebrows scrunched up in thought.
Eventually her eyebrows returned to their normal positions, and her lidded gaze turned sly, her grin a crooked snarl of teeth that brushed right up next to henrex’s ear as the queen merely had one word to say to him. Or at least for now she had but a singular line of thought she wished to convey with the confused, broken and miserable lil raven that was in her oh so cozy presence.
”..You aren’t strong henrex, compared to certain beings that exist? You are but a speck of dust on their radar. “
She paused and deliberated, maybe that was a bit too harsh. Even for her! Which was why, with a dry chuckle that to most beings would be positively hair-raising; she decided to tack on another little tid-bit of honest truth for this young little fella to devour.
”That being said, you aren’t precisely weak either. You are in this strange area of transition between the truly weak, and those who are just beginning to understand the struggle of this great big dog eat dog world of ours. “
The queen had been waiting for this, when the young raven before her got to the real crux of the matter. When he asked about what strength was? The demonesses lazy grin lit up, practically splitting her face from ear to ear while she deliberated. Truly what . . was strength? Was it the power a person possessed, or was it the presence they commanded? It was a hard question, however! In the mind of the queen, strength was this; absolute unbridled might. The ability to subjugate a person, to bring a nation to its very knees in fear. That, was true strength! Yet, to formulate a response that captured that sentiment it wouldn’t be a simple sentence, nay. The queen would go on a tangent to explain this properly.
”Strength is might, the power that the strong hold over the weak; the power to rule. Some think strength is to be used for this: protecting the poor. Others think the strong should lead the weak. Did a lion ever lead a gazelle? Did the wolves protect the rabbit they hunted? No, no they didn’t! Strength itself is power, power is in itself strength. What you do with it however is . . . Well, your own choice. “
Her manic smile dimmed, and her teeth just barely had been visible beneath those plump lips of hers. Inami truly was a demon. She knew every reason known to man. At least the excuses that had been used to gain strength. Be it for fame, for love, for fortune. For bliss, for a happy ever-after. To protect the weak, to rule the strong, to subjugate and bring order, or to raise the world and watch it burn. All the strong in this world, all of them possessed a reason for truly being strong. A motto, or a creed that they lived by, a reason and a pledge. Now the queen thought with a soft snicker. [i]”I wonder, what this one’s reason is- reason for being strong that is. Is it fame, is it fortune? Is it for a righteous cause, or is it simply because they wish to be strong? Hopefully this will be worth my time . . If not? I gueeess i’ll have to make due. “[/b]
The queen’s thought process led her to this conclusion; she would figure out what he wished for, and if it fit with her wishes? She might as well help the poor bastard out! It was actually, to be frank, this very reason that let the words leave her mouth afterwards with a soft sugary tone. One that was like a snake, a snake that was toying with a frightened mouse.
”What if . . I . . said that i could make you strong? That i could give you the power needed to help out your friends, to slay your enemies. If the only thing i required of you was to stick to your ideals until the bitter end? To not falter, to not tarry or flee. If i gave you that offer, would you make a deal with the devil? Or are you . . dear, dear hybrid boy- to afraid to make that chance?”
The demonesses question was a loaded gun, and it was up to henrex’s answer to be the very thing that pulled the trigger.
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Fri Dec 09, 2016 1:29 pm
THE BROKEN RAVEN
HENREX ASTILLON
This was all a game, now wasn't it? It was like a simple game of chess. Who's move would cause the game to end? Who's would cause the tides to turn? Now, wasn't a way to think of it as? It wasn't entirely how Henrex imagined it as, but it certainly was an interesting way to picture it. After all, based on the way that this woman said, it could very much be seen that she viewed this all as a little game. It was his move, and he had to make it carefully.
As Henrex's body twitched and moved in the slightest over and over, he could practically feel the mania, bliss, and glee that was coursing and exerting itself from Inami's system. He...wasn't entirely sure what this mania had been brought about from, but Henrex hoped it was something she found humorous. Fear trickled up and down his spine, and his eye turned towards the corner, staring at...well, whatever would come into view from there. As the woman commented that he wasn't strong, Henrex wasn't really surprised. He wasn't exactly the strongest in...a lot of things.
So, as the Chaya Quen compared him towards the other beings in this world, he knew that it was true. There was no point in denying it, now was there? Hence why the male simply sighed and shrugged lightly as the harsh comment was made towards him. Even with saying that he wasn't entirely weak didn't help much. To him, there was no such thing a "transition" between strong and weak. You were, or you weren't. It was simply, and it was true in his mind. So, the male's eye went from staring at the corner of his eye, towards the sky.
Bringing a gloved hand to his range of vision, the male continued to listen as she even spoke about his next question: What was strength? It had too many meanings to be pinned down for a single one. For some, it meant power over others. For others, it meant having something that could be used to protect. There were pros and cons of every single definition that it only served to make the Hybrid boy's head spin and give him a headache. After all, thinking about all that can tend to be a little bit much for some people.
Sighing gently, the next things that came out of her mouth felt like poison from the fangs of a snake. It felt like a trick, but yet such a very tempting trick. It was like the Christians' story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. It felt wrong, but it was so very tempting. Every last fiber in his body wanted to say yes, but his mind continued to process everything. Would it...really be wrong to accept this offer? It would benefit him. All he had to do was stick to his ideals. The male's head gently tilted backwards, his eye closing halfway. If he did accept this...he had to be careful.
"If I do...what will you teach me?"
His hands rose from his sides, and his head tilted back just by the slightest, with him finally looking the Chaya Nation's Queen in the eyes....with his own, single eye. Tilting his head to the sky, he figured the only thing that she could teach him would be more about his abilities on his Demon half...and how to get better with them. Henrex was still skeptical about this offer, but, he wasn't really going to say no to something that could cause him to get stronger, and something that could bring him closer to being able to strike....him down....
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Tue Dec 20, 2016 12:52 am
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“It's a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.”- Hiromu ArakawaInami’s gaze was a hard thing to behold, for within it there was an absence of comprehendible emotion. It was as if something higher . . Something . . Grander stained that blackened soul of hers. So when affronted with the question henrex asked, the queen that stood before him. . . didn’t answer him directly. Instead it lay in the quiver of the corners of her lips, the hidden flash of crimson in her eyes. Truly if there was a being, a being in this wretched world; that told inami she one day would become what she had? She would have laughed until she bled from tears of disbelief. Yet here she was, staring at the yawning void that lay between her soul and the norms of society. It was impassable, it was non negotiable. Even now it felt more, and more like she was simply a being looking in. Rather, than a being that was a part of this world. It was because of this, that the aura that she exuded, became not cruel; but eerie. For her emotions did not stem from her wishing to do harm to the young, and naive shinigami. Rather it was that, she simply was what she. . Was. It was like asking a lion why it ate and slaughtered the gazelle. Or asking a sociopath why he planned his traps so meticulously. Or asking the hero why he protected his people. It was something that went beyond mere conscious thought, and simply was a part of what they were.
Logically that was the state in which this queen had reached, for her next movement had no outer insanity about it, the coyish frenzy that embodied her wanton acts of merry gave way. In it’s wake lay a chaos that was older than the heavens, more sinister than hell, and gave way to lunacy that was almost tangible even though it was borne from a single gaze. Even now, the domineering energy of the queen was like a black maelstrom that had descended upon the material plane. It tainted everything it touched in unending seas of black. The skies color simply faded, in the land of strength demons vanished, quivering in fright from the shift that had emerged within the queen. Colder than ice, darker than the depths of a black hole, yet none of it was because she wished it to be. It was that all this came out simply because, it was what she was. Hatred, Malice, Rage, Lust, Insanity. Any of these things, could be considered a part of this maelstrom. Yet, it was also an emotion that exceeded these mortal terms, something truly transcendent had reared it’s head. It was embodied in the slow listless movements of her arm.
The way, she moved unimpeded as if she was the absolute power in her own space. How, she inami had an expression that was while not born from insanity, embodied everything that came with a lack of law and order. Primality, Chaos and Discord, Anarchy. All of these things could be felt, while the queen had looked at the male, her expression similar to darkness descending. After a moment, her words simply slid into being, when murmured from her delicate lips. After which, they seemed to take a life all their own, seeping into the space around them as they had the intoxicating flavor of the queen’s own demon energy.
”..I will teach you what happens when the laws which you consider to be prevalent simply cease, in the absence i will show you the dismal state that you would become. From the cusp of despair, i will then lead you step by step, unerringly until you find the reason that lays beyond your mortal greed, your sins, your hopes and aspirations. All are simply shackles that hinder you from your potential. Only by exceeding the limits that govern you, only then when you ascend higher will you find the reason that you, out of the countless hundreds of thousands of souls within our cycle, found yourself here, in this place, at this moment. “
Her expression was different than the queen most associated her with, at this point it could be said that this queen cared not for the material plane. The laws that bound it caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust for, she was the absence, the void to which order simply ceased and fell apart. Because of this when her aura unimpeded ascended as if going for the heavens itself. She raised her hand, and within it the air and space itself began to rend and distort. Within this space darkness congealed and was given shape. Within this countless demons which remained within a couple tens of miles, had been sucked inwards, but it wasn’t their mortal bodies which she sought. No through the rendition of demon magic and her raw prowess in zao ka, she stripped from these bodies their minds, the consciousnesses that lay within merged with this special little blob. Only then did the quivering darkness, which drank in the minds of hundreds of demons, distill into a chalice full of liquid the color of the midnight heavens themselves.
It was this liquid that she lowered to the male before her, the indifference in her expression not mirrored by the raw corona of discord that radiated from her being. She as an apostle was still incomplete, still she was steadily marching and merging with the deity of lawlessness. Yet, when she looked upon this male she had said slowly.
”Accept it, and then embrace it, drink this and you will begin your path anew, you would learn and be tested . . However you will also grow exponentially. However, be warned; you will not be the same person afterwards.”
After, she waited. If he refused she’d simply be on her way, but if he accepted? She would see what kind of being he emerged as, reborn with the baptism of discord that she had brought for him.
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Sun Aug 06, 2017 8:25 am
THE UNHOLY STORM
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"There's daggers in men's smiles."
― Shakespeare's Macbeth (Act II, Sc. III)
― Shakespeare's Macbeth (Act II, Sc. III)
There was something about this woman that had been sending strange signals throughout his body as Henrex remained where he was. But yet, there was also this other feeling that was keeping him in his place. Maybe it was morbid curiosity, or perhaps it was some other kind of sick interest. His eyes slowly sealed off the light, before granting it once again, his eyes merely slits as they gazed into the manic gaze of the Chaya Queen.
Her words struck deep in the mind and heart of the midnight-haired boy, the main theme his mind was able to grasp from her speech was the talk of lawlessness, liberation, and freedom from restrictions were the stepping stones to one's full potential. And, to an extent, Henrex could see the truth to that. Without restrictions, a person was able to do what they wished, and they had nothing to hold them back. There was truth, but there were cons. Without restrictions, it could breed a cycle of chaos and discord that would only repeat itself over and over again.
Yet, there was something else about her words.
Something much more...alluring. The space around Henrex was softly tinted with the slight creeping of the icy tone and energy of the female trickling up and down his spine. Henrex could feel the darkening gaze of the Queen burning into his twin voids, giving him an even further level of unnerving trickles as his eyes quickly found the ever-present blackness far more interesting for mere moments, before his eyes switched back to Inami, carefully observing her movements.
There wasn't really much to observe, though -- as far as Inami's physical movements were concerned. When it came to the movements of her spiritual presence, it became vast as the seas. It was as if the heavens themselves were the goal of how far she wished to reach with her presence. As the energy that she flung out began to recall itself, bringing in the bodies of hundreds, thousands of demons that were withing the Chaya Nation. While he could feel the presence of the demons being drawn in, Henrex was still utterly clueless as to what was truly happening, and to what Inami's intentions were.
Eventually, the rending of the world around them ceased, and the creation that came from it was...nothing short of odd. A simple orb of black that finalized it's creation through distillation into a chalice that rested in the pale hands of the Chaya Queen. Put simply, it was a cup of pure and total genocide. It was chaos in it of itself, which brought about the events that had just came to fruition. Inami lowered the cup and outstretched her arm to the male, granting him the choice of whether to consume such a thing, or to refuse.
If he were to be honest? Henrex wasn't sure if he should drink that. It was a foreign substance that he had no idea what it was made of, or even what it would do to him. But then, a line from Musashi came to his head. The line that he was told when it came to his confusion about why people went to war -- when he was much, much younger.
“Develop intuitive judgement and understanding for everything.”
To understand, one must experiment with their choices. So, Henrex's hand cautiously stretched out, and his pale fingers gently wrapped around the base of the chalice, before gazing at the void... "liquid" within it. Taking a deep breath, and mumbling a small phrase under his breath, the male simply tilted his head back, and held the chalice to his lips, allowing the liquid to enter his system through standard digestion. The moment that the substance touched his tongue, however, is when everything changed.
There were no words on any world that could describe what he was consuming.
As he swallowed, his entire body shuddered violently as his eyes soon shot open, and his hand released the chalice -- a loud clang ringing out as the item clattered against the ground. A hand covered his mouth, feeling genuinely sick. Turning around and swiftly sticking his fingers down his throat, retching noises enveloped the area, before the upchucked substance splattered at Henrex's feet, leading to the male coughing multiple times before wiping his mouth off, taking in several deep breaths, before covering his mouth again as he felt his gag reflex going off again. Luckily, he was able to suppress it. While he wasn't able to flush the strange substance entirely from his system, he was able to at least get some of it gone.
But, as soon as he began to relax, he could feel...a small stinging in various parts of his body. Small muscle spasms went off, causing his body to jerk slightly, with Henrex merely shaking the minor jolts of movement off, not even feeling any sort of real pain due to his high threshold. Then it started getting worse. Building up slowly as the seconds went by, it eventually began to get to the point of causing more...distracting levels of pain. This time, the pains would cause him to feel small, annoying stings that caused more violent jolts of his body, eventually building up to soon passing his threshold.
First it was slightly painful. Then it got to even higher levels, causing him to start making small noises as a result of this. Brief, small cries of pain that soon escalated to him unable to make even a single sound. His head slowly began to turn in single, rigid movements -- as if his head were stone sliding around on it's base. His eyes locked onto the practical soulless eyes of Inami, before managing three words:
"W-WHAT DID YOU-"
As soon as he said then, a titanic wave of pain crashed into his body, and all by one thought had been swiftly erased from his mind: scream. From all the time resisting and ignoring the pain, it had caused the process to be so much worse than what it could have been. This was something that went far beyond his threshold, and from his lips, Henrex screamed. The veins in his face bulged outwards, threatening to be on the verge of explosion. It felt like every cell of his body had been lit on fire, and had acid poured on it as well.
It didn't continue for long -- but for that kind of pain -- it could feel like it was eternity. As it slowly faded away and eventually stopped altogether, Henrex collapsed to his knees, gritting his teeth while small, quiet grunts and moans came from him after the ordeal that was for once, able to pass his pain threshold. His head tilted upwards to face the demoness once again, and the only words he could manage to say was:
"What the fuck did you do to me!?"
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Re: Voices and Meditation [OPEN]
Thu Dec 14, 2017 5:02 pm
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“Tsk tsk tsk~”
Inami’s finger shook from one side to the other as she watched henrex writhe across the ground like a dying insect. A delightful little giggle having bubbled forth from those satin smooth, plump lips of hers curving into a delightful smile as finally she raised a hand to her palm, the crimson drops that cascaded from her fingertips being lapped up slowly by the tip of her soft and supple tongue. She loved this, how henrex writhed and how he screamed and thrashed upon the ground as his body was being assailed by the tonic he was given. It was . . Euphoric! Infact as the queen heard his screams her smile got bigger as she responded in that familiar damning sing-song voice.
”What did i do? I gave you what you wanted little boy. You wish to gain a modicum of strength and yet you are not willing to have the adverse affects that go along that strength? Don’t be daft hon~ That just isn’t how it works in this world. Thus, let me enlightening you as to this sweet little fate thats going to transpire. “
With the slowest of motions, the queen walked over to henrex and mounted him. That is to say her petite rear came to rest upon his solar plexus, feet resting on either side with her knees touching the ground. After all, inami wasn’t one who shirked physical closeness, being close to someone was easy, a touch was damning. A caress? Corrupting. So as a hand slid across the front of henrex’s shirt, the queen of chaya nation sighed and thought about it. Everything was nothing but a game huh? Even now she was thinking about how to take this lovely specimen apart, how to mold and break him solely to suit her own wicked desires. Thus a small tong of flame formed across the tip of inami’s pointer finger as it drew a path up henrex’s body.
For henrex? It would be like raw open flames caressed his skin, burning flesh and cauterising it to form a scar. The queens smile grew as she watched her handy work, watching the lovely unblemished flesh as it became marred with her own mark, a scar of her own devices. Her voice was a velvety purr, sultry and smooth as she crooned to the man who was probably in an incomprehensible state of pain.
”Aww poor baby, does it hurt? Can you feel as it slowly gnaws at you, as it shapes and molds you. As it embraces you?
Inami’s voice tapered off as she looked down upon the line she had left on his skin, the males shirt having been cut open to show otherwise unmarred flesh before the girls palm came to rest just below his sternum. The body of the queen coming forward as she tilted her head sideways and rested it upon the males chest, listening to the thumping of his heart, the sound of life being pumped through his veins. Then? The queens fingers slowly began to dig into the flesh, making perfect finger sized holes as she pushed in further and further and said softly to the lad before her.
”Does this pain feel good~ Is it what you wanted? Is this the price you were willing to pay~?”
Inami’s fingers retracted as she grasped her wrist and looked down upon henrex. Then without even as much as flinching the queen of chaya nation had snapped her own wrist, causing bones to break through the skin. Only then did her blood, the color of sludge splatter with it’s blackened hue from her wrist. The lifeblood of this tainted diety thrummed here. Inami then shifted and smiled saying gently with the smile a mother would give their child.
”Dont worry though little poppet its. . .”
Then her lips curved into a smile that befitted a wolf, toothy and truly malicious as she finished her sentance. The feeling of inami’s blood as it scalded this male wouldn’t be something easily forgotten. The raw power within each drop of blood would be enough to cause his insides to feel like they were melting, a horrid acrid steam rising from the points inami’s blood came into contact with henrex’s flesh.
”Going to get so much worse~”
After inami said those words she let out a soft sound at henrex’s pain. A gentle noise that could be considered bliss as she begun to consider how she could carve this male up. How she could break him, and bend him, beat him and pummel him, strangle and kill him. Just thinking about it had her in such a frenzy! Even now the faintest of blushes rose to her face as her hand dug deeper, and deeper , and deeper. Her blood continuing to empty out in the demon boys body as she sought to inflict as much pain as possible without him being able to react to it.
Her head tilted back softly, as she could feel the warmth that cascaded within her. She couldn’t help but think how far she had fallen. Even here as her free hand raked across henrex’s unblemished flesh. Leaving scars, memories of her that could never be wiped away, inami couldn’t help it. Excitation was something that she often was apt to suppress and unfortunately right now? She was in a god-damned frenzy.
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