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Tue Jul 04, 2017 1:58 pm
His eyes felt heavy something about this place always reminded him of darkness. Long white hair covered his eyes as he looked around his prison cell. How many moons had passed since he'd imprisoned himself. It felt like an eternity since the rupturing of his body began. He glanced at the shackles he wore piercing through his wrists. They were designed to do a singular purpose. Keep him from leaving this place without ripping his arms off. Why had he decided to imprison himself, it happened after Iceland. He felt a thing in his core breaking something felt wrong for him. Danava of War it was like a growth was consuming him. He was awakening to a reality so far distant from it all. His prison lay beneath the Demon City. He'd designed it himself to contain him forever if need be. War had fallen pretty far to give him self-exile. He'd heard whispers and rumors of his deeds out there. His hand balled into fists as he growled slightly. A massive surge of energy went out through the city. Surging causing his powers to come up again.

The pain was coursing through him as it happened finally. A destruction energy leaked out consuming and cracking his cell. That crack was an ending of it, his plan to put himself below and keep his power from reaching them. It began aggression poured from his domain beneath that place. He'd vanished desiring to stay away from them all. On his chest, the surging green line of demonic energy poured out. He could hear it begin above ground while he sat chained. Nothing ever seemed to work out for him it seemed. Before his mind was so addled with the war he couldn't think of anything else. Now some amalgamation of his cells ran around mocking him. Nothing he could do as the riots would begin in the City of Demons. Aggression and bloodlust were pouring forward. The seal on his body had broken leaving the well to pour forward. He'd had their specialists build a place capable of containing him. Only one factor remained unknown to him, it wasn't an absolute or such.

Destruction energy was a rare and deadly thing capable of ripping apart this place like a tinker toy. He could feel it escaping him as a blackish energy poured from him. Kiriel slammed a hand on the ground feeling his demonic blood pulsing. There was something going on with this new power. He needed to get away from here, the way down here was an easy enough feat. The place beneath was an abandon underground area he'd used. He couldn't let his powers trouble Mana any further. He'd rip his own damn arms off before that. Kiriel went to give them a tug and begin the process. It happened again like the air had been knocked out of him. Green lines could be seen pulsing as pure demonic energy shot through his being. He slumped down to his knee's his arms slowly sliding to his side. He couldn't move right now as the pulsing energy seemed to eat through the area more. Destruction was being brought about as this chamber and even his shackles were being consumed. This purple-black energy coming from his body was like a poison.

It consumed matter and anything in its path. He couldn't contain it any longer as he felt pain. His expression returned to a blank stoic one. Was this his fate to be a destroyer who suffered for an eternity? Was he to be a nuisance to his sisters while imprisoning himself? How was it possible that someone pretended to be him? Some trick of mimicking was a foot. And it was a rather good one to copy him to the extent it did. Even his men thought he'd left here long ago. Well, they were in for a rude awakening. His demonic energy would feel different to those who knew him. Something else lingered behind the surface of its normal chaotic nature. He certainly didn't make a good brother at this rate. Brothers took care of their sisters, helped them as he looked at the crumbling shackles. Chains fell to the found breaking slowly as though being dissipated by the energy. This was what it meant, Cry Havoc was a term that came to mind. Slip the dogs of war and let them find and devour what they desired.

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Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
The drums of war, Inami could sense them with their deep undertones of power. War was the accompaniment of anarchy, and as the mistress of lawlessness how could inami not heed the call of such a majestic power. It was more than following the stench of her brother, with caressed her nose with it’s tempered steel, mixed with the burn of gunpowder and the metallic stench of blood. It was as if another part of her was calling out to her, caressing and beckoning her to follow it to it’s very roots. Thus, inami’s form with a manipulation of both shadow-step and zao ka’s influence had contorted the environment, she had muted the vibrations of energy that seeped from the uncontrolled source that was her brother. The riots that happened in the queens capital abated, slowly bit by bit until they were on a manageable level.

Then, her heterochromia faded and she too dissolved to something akin to sludge as she slipped soundlessly into the shadows, traveling to the locations that drew her like a moth to a flame. Slowly the darkness within kiriels location seemed to become muted, the energy quelled as the dominance of zao ka if not for a moment asserted itself to establish a domain. As if born from this muted space, soft and supple arms coiled around kiriels neck, and a fine pointed chin came into being just beside her ear, those lips curved up in the faintest of phantom smiles as she spoke, her voice a gentle croon as her modest bossom came to press against kiriels back, only half of her body having come into being, the rest firmly entrenched within the inky darkness that had overtaken the space surrounding them.

”..Tsk. . Dear brother, you have to control yourself.”

The tip of inami’s soft pink tongue brushed against her lips as she tasted the power that sought to wreak havok in the air around them. It was like a raging bronco, an unbroken wild stallion that still hadn’t found the proper master to tame and break it. In fact, the energy undulations within the air were enough that a heated breath escaped inami’s lips as she savored it’s rich flavor. Only then as the blackened tendrils of mist escaped her mouth did her heterochromatic gaze shift downwards, to the manacles that adorned her dear brothers wrists, that bound him here to this place, as he slowly was continuing to lose even more control of his powers.

Her lips parted once more, her voice was not one that kiriel probably was used to hearing, for the last time kiriel had seen his sister, she was a queen, but also she was still unsure, weak and full of insecurities. The voice that echoed was one of power, not in the sense of energy, but rather it came from her dominance over the very heart of demon energy, zao ka. Every breath she took drew the latent demon energy found within the air inwards, and every exhalation blew it outwards in the blackened miasma that whispered from her lips.

”If not, i will have to punish you for your misbehavior.”

Inami’s voice was coupled with a softness even as she watched the energy that had surrounded kiriel continue to go out of control. Her fingers gently digging into his skin inthe front of leave small trails of blood running down his front as she watched him with glee, energy already having formed a barrier around this place for the time being. Waiting to see just what would happen to her brother, or rather, What was happening so that she could better grasp what she needed to do in this situation to help him. Thus~ The waiting game began.




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Tue Jan 09, 2018 6:42 pm




Song: Funkyard - By: Arrowhead & Zentra - Word Count: 728


Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

With kiriels change, the powers of war that lurked within him began to shift, transmogrifying as they conjoined with something infinitely more sinister. Destruction was always a fickle fruit, some called it sweet while others balked under its sour undertones. For inami however, it was an emotional rollercoaster that few things could compare too. The emotion instilled a kind of wildness within her, a kind of need to reach out and break something with her own two hands. However despite the ferality that lurked within kiriels younger sister, there was still order that was instilled tentatively within the chaos. She was not too far gone to lay waste to her sisters sacred lands, to open the skies and let hell rain down with the cleansing fires of destruction. Nay, she did not wipe the slate clean, however that did not mean her control in itself was an absolute thing.

To think such a thing would be very bad indeed! Infact as she was listening to her brother, lain over his form as she soaked up the very vibe of destruction and war he emitted, a sight of content escaping her lips. There was an unfortunate person, one of her dear eldest sisters playthings that chose to cross a boundary that was better left well alone in these kinds of situations. The hand that sought to touch her flesh was stopped cold as the undulating energy in the air distorted the space around inami. Shackles borne from the very confines of irrationality formed from the very limited space around them. They coiled around arianda like a host of serpents, encircling their clanking lengths around the duchess while inami’s eyes glowed a very deep shade of emerald as she glanced at arianda sidelong.

Kiriel, probably knew very well the line that arianda crossed, as inami’s lips had been adorned by a very sickening smile. Her ugly power raising itself solely in the 10-20 square foot space of this cell, all that raw power would bear down upon arianda as her words came out soft, the crooning voice of a woman who was very very displeased with the actions of this woman.

”Do you forget your place, duchess arianda? Or have you gotten such a swelled notion of yourself from being one of my dear sisters playthings?”

Each word had an artificial sweetness as they passed from the queens lips as a soft and smooth murmur that simply floated upon the air before passing by arianda’s lips. Each of these chains would serve to most likely lock arianda to the space that they where in, having being reinforced with zao ka’s influence’s ability to restrict the flow of energy upon a battlefield. Thus there was a high likelihood that arianda would feel the strength simply slipping out of her as inami’s demonic tail had it’s very tip press underneath arianda’s chin, forcing up as she studied the duchesses face.

Of course, arianda could have avoided all this, but it’d be worth noting the point in which the chains had formed was a safe-zone within the practically unfathomable pressure that was bearing down upon the space like a gravitational singularity. If arianda had moved from that spot by some stroke of luck, she’d be most likely smashed down upon the floor, to lay splaid like the insect she was in inami’s eyes at this moment due to the ferality that was being roused within her.

But soon enough inami’s gaze would leave arianda’s and the pressure, the raw malice that could cause a nation to die from fear alone dissipated as she sighed and glanced back at kiriel.

” You don’t say? I think we need to find our little friend and show them a good time?”

Her nose wrinkled and her brows arched as she listened to the last thing he had to say about screwing a woman. Her voice came out bemused and wistful as she said lightly.

”Vulgar as ever i see. . oh well. Also, arianda? Never, EVER touch me again unless i say otherwise or initiate contact myself alright? Because that is a good way for me to kill you. . You see, my body doesn’t react to touch like everyone elses does on instinct dearry~ Consider yourself warned <3 “
With that loving bubbly statement done, she waited to see what else kiriel had to say.



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