ENTER THE DEPTHS
Artist: Starset - Song: Monster - Word Count: 1084
[Have you ever been to the realm of dreams in your waking thoughts? Have you wondered what the realm of infinite possibly could look like from the eyes of the heart? A veil to a world both wonderous so much as it was unpredictable. Flowing with information, with life abundance in the form of obscure consciousness. About as much of a Sea as the endless expanse of outer space, endless as time, this place would contain everything and nothing. Stripped from the reality of multiverse: This place was The Endless Plane of Souls]
It was in this place that Mana had called her. Looking out into the impossible colors and combinations of what seemed ectoplasmic and not. Light seemed to come from everywhere in this plane. From the walls, the ground, the sky. It had no concentration, no source to inspect, to tether one's curiosity to. It just seemed..like it existed. So integral to the world's waking vision that one even finds it hard to question it's existence, for it simply is.
This place was where Ceal, the hybrid of both human and demon, was to enact her next trial. Magical mists both ominous and enticing wafted over the girl, obscuring her vision as she looked down at the palm of her hand. The apparent life that teemed within this world gathered around her, excitable at the smell of something truly unique.
How often was it that Demons were to come to this place? For what purpose could one find here, lest to feast upon the souls of the lost? A vat for the truly gluttonous, a library for the maddeningly curious. The answers to both what is and is not. What kind of trial could Ceal possibly have here?
Was it to get her more familiar with the world, the realm in which she dove into, upon offering up her everything to the demon who ruled these parts? Was Ceal to experience something first hand so that she might finally get a visual on what exactly it meant to be a part of this life.
Questions numbered in the hundreds as they filled her mind, unable to get a core grasp on what could be gotten here. But still, with the summon, the wonderful tune of her master calling in her mind, she had no right to refuse, nor would she ever want to. Quickly Mana was becoming more of a way of life to her, less of an option. Her every thread keening on her words, desiring only that they speak to her, demand from her what she desired. She brought her hand up to her chest, that familiar feeling flaring up again. it wasn't the kind of hotness that meant she was nervous or scared. No, she was well beyond that now. It was the feeling of covet, of obsession. She obsessed over the touch of the demon queen. Desiring only praise from her, but not so much as to demand it. She wanted to earn that praise.
It had only been but a possible month since she had pulled her to another place, trained with her, injecting her with the maddening and succulent aura of madness. It excited her brand, the relic sigil of ages past. It forced within her this change. A change so subtle it didn't even feel as if it was so different to her. Just as she coveted the Demon, she questioned if there ever truly was a time where she did not. One does not notice the change within oneself when it is so slowly graduate, so subtle in nature. It just.. happens, for as time changes, with it those affected by it must as well.
Running her tongue absently over her newly formed demon fangs, she wondered. The excessive pondering extended to her tail, swashing it around, feeling the magic of this world with the sensitive, newly created appendage. Energy filled her body in excessive amounts, the excited spirits bleeding their intentions into her body. She was like an open gate, unable to regulate the foreign and recent power with her current ability.
It caused the scenery around her to swim, glow, twist and contort. Pounding against her head, the energy seemed to be boundless, unable to be held back. It took Ceal breathing slowly just to compensate for the air of this place, the overbearing essence of countless consciousness exerting their will, their curiosity, intrigue.
Sparks of electric coiled around her left arm, sizzling as it sought for a ground. Those arcs represented Ceal's inner self at this moment. Excited, elated, eager. She felt the boundless hyperactivity inherent in her core being ready to burst from within her.
Still though, the girl was curious as what was to come. Before, Ceal had inquired to her about a weapon, a tool perhaps to help her in combat. It had seemed to her that in this world, though one may not be defined by their weapon, many still had one. A martial form at least. In this mystical world of soul reapers, hollows, and other spiritual beings, many tools made by man seemed ineffective. What could a gun do to one with no physical form?
A weapon ought be magical in nature. To be reinforced by something of significant catalyst. Spiritual energy? Demonic magic? Souls? Whatever one may be, Ceal felt like it was this kind of weapon that would prove effective. She did not feel it was a good idea to train. To become stronger, without such a valuable tool. Perhaps it was this that brought her here in this world? This realm that seemed like it could indeed contain the magical treasures of ages past, of societies long since forgotten, lost within time in this place.
Her soul cringed, coiled and ready to spring. Her hand held by her heart. One could see the crossbow that lay strapped to it. Perhaps not the most eloquent of weapons. But the wire it produced was certainly effective enough in it's own right. With it, Ceal could run a devastating amount of electricity through it. Whether it was enough to kill beings of increasing spiritual presence? That was debatable for she'd not yet tried. The only experiments she'd done with it involved ballistics gel. It did prove effective to what could be considered most mortal limits, but this was the world of beings not simply mortal.
With that thought in her mind, Ceal stepped forward into this sea. She stepped until she woud catch the scent of her Master.