A Wrong Turn...?

Pluck, pluck, pluck. That single world could be used over n' over again in an endless loop as The Queen of Demon's cracked, crushed n' broke through the walls of Rudi n' Rodolfo's inner ego n' spirit. There was going to be no more of these silly delusions, defense mechanisms n' shelter from the inner strife which brewed, swelled n' raged within their soul. After all, sealed within them was a bundle of instability which was just DYING to come out. So, from this alluring scent, Ol' Mana couldn't HLEP but want to see JUST WHAT that WAS! 'Twas certainly going to be ugly thang to drag out, but that rancid sense of self was oh-so-captivating in the eye of the beholder which was Mana's sanatic point of view.

Therefore, when the shell of the duo of spirts had turned limp n' became nothing more than a puppet in the arms of The Demon Queen, our fair demoness couldn't help but give a wicked chortle of laughter at this spectacle taking place before her. Twas' quite a sentimental state of affairs for them to resemble a puppet because that would imply that dear ol' Mana was the puppet master pulling the strings of their life in her hands. So, after mulling over that thought, The Monarch Diva couldn't help but feel her soul tickled richest brightest shade of pink that one could ever muster to imagine. It was far too fun playing with the emotions, lives, security n' minds of those who rolled in the palm of her hands. She could either prove to be the best drug they ever took, or show herself to be the foulest nightmare they've ever had the displeasure of indulging in. Twas' all her choice n' it was a powerful feeling that her erotic essence got heavily off on.

So, when lil' ol Rudi left the building, twas no skin off the Queen's back when he decided to take a break from it this world. After all, she was yearning for the inner chaos which brewed within the boy's heart n' she wanted to foster a relationship with that creature. Therefore, it was a most pleasing scene to watch them struggle n' prepare for the end of their most precious harmony. It's why The Demoness would then be seen sniffing, playing n' rubbing her head against the pale hair of the boy. She was enthralled with his most precious essence of depravity.

Hence, The Queen would begin to move her face down his rotting skin. She'd inhale every aroma of iron which flowed from his being, savor the taste of cherries forming in her mouth from sampling his chaos n' then she'd place her pale lips against his neck n' give him a kiss which would utterly consume the boy in a most pleasurable way of pure blissful energy. For him? The sensation could be comparable to a snake biting ya', injecting a venom which could one's self intoxicated n' overwhelmed all the sense with non-stop pulses of pleasure, happiness n' total ecstasy.

"It's ok, baby. Ya' have my permission to come out. I'll take good care of ya'."

With a bite on his ear, The Demoness spoke in a most amicable tone as a laugh filled with amusement behind it permeated the air. Twas almost as if she were making pure sport of it, yet it still contained the utmost of earnest intent of someone who loved him. One who could make sure that his instabilities were going to set him free from this permanence of woe n' dejection. As, in this world, that is all this absurd existence had to offer if one lacked this insight to what this universe presented. There was no way out of a struggle n' this conflict is what made him so amazing in the eyes of The Demon Queen.

Alas though, the poor bastard looked as if he were going to fall apart at the seams n' turn straight into nothing as Rolf started to form his true essence for The Queen. So it's why the hugs of this snake skinned goddess would only grow tighter as he started to shake, breathe n' become wholly consumed within the abyss of pain. Yet, to Mana, this scene was something quite else other than painful. To her, it was if she were watching the birth of a newborn child into the world n' it was a most pleasing sight to see him gasp, struggle n' cling back to life from a world he had once cast aside.

"Ya'. Ya' are the man I looked fer', s'ugah."

Twas a simple reply to his words, but it was all that was needed in the end. In the moment of The Queen's embrace, the male was going to feel nothing but an endless sea of warmth which wrapped him within a cosmic blanket that soothed his ever turbulent soul. Could it be the love of a mother? The enslavement of a masters burning grip? Or perhaps this was all her affection n' lust overwhelming the Arrancar? There was no real answer to this question as the enigma of The Queen's persona was far too turbulent to ever wholly predict to even herself.

Instead, he'd only be held in this moment n' it would be up to him to interpret just what was going on behind the mind, intentions n' depths of The Demon Queen. Even as he stood connected with her own soul, there were far too many abnormalities swirling around like a cyclone of unending thoughts, emotions n' sentiment which clouded the true essence of the woman in a cloak of unpredictability which was as murky as her soul.

As he called out, held on n' gripped Mana for dear life; the boy had questions n' Mana would be more than obliged to tell him what had occurred. So, her delicate gem green eyes fixed a kind gaze upon the male n' she could only let loose a placid smile to him as she leaned in forward, nuzzled his head n' placed a kiss upon his lips before uttering these words to him:

"What have I done to ya, sweetheart? Isn't it obvious? I've set ya' free~!"

With a flick of the finger, Mana's right index finger flicked itself against his chest n' she'd giggle like a giddy schoolgirl teasin' n' toyin' around with her school crush.

"I believe in a world where those who have chaos in their hearts can embrace n' find themselves open to finding the most precious gift of indulging in a world of chaos."

Following those more heated words, the passion was overflowing from her lips as her hearts became filled with a fiery light. The heat of her body increased, the miasma of steam overflowed in a smoke of emerald mist which oozed out of her body n' the woman's eyes started to look more n' more as if they were dazed, in a trance n' as if she were total high out of her mind. Yet, this was the acquiescence of a mind long since gone n' indulged in the depravity of it's most pure delirium.

""'Fer I admired ya' ability to stay ever so persistent in a reality where nothin' but hardship n' absurdism subdued yer existence to a miserable pit of woe within the confines of yer own mind."

With a swift movement of the hand, Mana gave a tender grip of her right hand on the stomach of the male. It is there where she began to massage it, caress it n' activate the Seal of Eris within his abdomen. When this oh-so-wonderful moment transpired, the male would feel as if The Demon Queen were licking, kissin' n' enfolding him across his every waking essence. His mind, body n' spirit could feel this most amorous rain down n' drown his essential being within it.

"n' I wish to free ya' from that enslavement ya were put under through the hands of rationality, logic n' order. I want ya' to feel that lovin' warmth, my honey~"

This time, as her words became further n' further increased in volume, the eyes behind The Queen turned into hearts n' she was totally throwing herself into the moment. So much so that she didn't care if a sudden jolt of energy might bring the boy to his knees, it was all in the pursuit of allowing his chaos n' instabilities to thrive. Thus, the boy would feel a surge of mania swell within him n' begin to bleed into his very abstract heart.

Where there was a whole that felt wrong? Only bliss would remain. Where pain was left? Waves of tingly delight oozed in. His ever waking mind was going to be placed under a most intoxicating sea of mania n' madness as power stormed his inner world n' rid him of his anguish for the time being. Would it always hold up? Nay. It's improbable to remain happy n' blissful forever. That in it of itself is absurd, yet not absurd as well. But, for him, it was important to have that ever-rotating cycle between pain n' pelasure n' he deserved a bit of joy for havin' suffered for so long, did he not?

"Tell me: how do ya' feel? Do ya' feel it? Do ya' feel that power n' release? It's what myself n' the family of Eris can offer ya, Rolf. All ya' have to do..."

With pause, Mana would then toss herself into his arms, brush her hot body against his rotting corpse that was his body. Taking a moment to indulge in his corrupting scents, The Queen would give a laugh n' bite on his neck before uttering the rest of her sentiment out

"...is reach out n' leave ya self open to me. Ya' don't need to do anything else but give into yer' own desire that are so conflicted that even I can't help but laugh at its absurdity."