Fate "Ceal" Asthavon Artist: Teminite - Song: Ascent - Word Count: NA
Alone… Lonely, lonely. All Alone, All Alone. All so lonely~! So very, very lonely!
Thoughts circled ‘round and ‘round in the girl’s head as she lazed about her palace in Chaya Nation. It was the palace of Inami Asthavon, but it was also now hers. Officially betrothed, she took on the Queen’s last name, to be her faithful, to be her love in a world where love is fleeting. It was all so very fleeting and yet, she intended to fill this world with her love, more than enough to restore the balance of love lost. This was her plan, this was her wish and her goal. The girl would bring the world to its knees with her “love”, one person after another, if need be. She would bring peace from love.
That’s why this uprising was such a perfect time to start. It was so perfect and yet she was so alone! She needed more to love than just the Queen! She needed to spread it to anyone and everyone that would accept her “love”. The Queen easily had seen her eagerness, she had easily reasoned that Ceal should go to this rebellion, to observe, to quell, to learn. Being so close to what could only be considered to be one sided slaughter might jar loose something within the girl. She had to try, at least. She also wanted to see the cute, fake daughter of the princess. The daughter of the girl that consensually ruined her life. She wanted to see the girl so bad! She wanted to share her “love” with her, too. But.. perhaps not? Maybe later, maybe…. Later~
”DYNAMIC ENTRY~!”
A voice not like her own rang out, more sultry, deeper than she had expected it to be as a portal just a few dozen meters above ground opened up. The pinkish-purple hue of the glyphs glowing in the sky, a beacon of one’s arrival. A girl never before seen had tumbled out of it, locks of pink flowing in the wind. She landed within the midst of a crowd of the rebellion, having missed her mark. She cursed herself under her breath. She was still not the best at using anything related to demon magic yet.
Ohhh well~! She mused to herself in her head. She quickly able to see the silver lining in her mild slip up. Ceal had wanted to drop right in at the throne, at the seat of the Neoveta that reside there. She wanted to sit on her head and watch her every move. Of course she probably wouldn’t like the head sitting? Maybe she’ll just chill somewhere around her. Maybe, maybe…
Regardless, even as she knelt down upon her landing, a small giggle could be heard from her now surrounded with a good couple of demons. They looked both perplexed and confused. Like they weren’t sure if they should smack the shit out her, or praise her for joining in their cause. The girl was an enigma at best, a wild card. It was not known her alignment. Not yet anyway… She was about to change that.
”Will you all please accept my “love”? The girl asked in an unhinged voice, rising to a fully erect stance. She ran her fingers through her bangs, grabbing at her forehead, a lovely smile etched across her face. It was awkward and lopsided, like it didn’t belong. Like the kind of smile you look at and shit yourself, her emerald gaze showing between her fingers, a tinge of crimson hue showing in the middle of her gaze. Ceal fixated on one demon among the crowd, immobilizing him, leering heavily.
”Shall we begin?”[Skill Activated: Disaster Field 100%]Like an ethereal explosion, electric tinged miasma emanated from the girl, permeating the area around her in her essence. It was large enough to well encapsulate the entirety of this crowd with her distortion. Phenomenal, impossible static ate away at each and every one of the demons who resided within this field, feeling their energy rapidly eroding, eaten away from the energies of the twisted thing in the middle.
One by one, those of varying power levels started to crumple, falling. They would be immobilized, unable to move, exhaustion setting in. Their stamina was eroded away, making them unable to stop her, unable to oppose her. Like a princess in her own right, sneering down at her subjects, she stood above them all~
”Oh..? Was my “love” a little too much for you?” She called out, her voice growing more disturbed, more unhinged by the second. Giggling, chuckling, .. cackling. It was the first time Ceal had felt so alive since being “liberated”. It was the first time and yet it felt so wonderful. It was like a climax for the first time. Like that first time breathing in fresh, ocean air. Like standing at the top of Mount Everest and screaming up to the gods of Earth.
It was liberating, indeed, for she had been holding this all in. She was holding all of her love in, as well as her hate, her anxiety, her despair, her everything. She had crammed it into a little, sadistic bottle, never to be opened. Yet now that bottle was broken, just like her. It was smashed and obliterated, just like her. Inami had broken her, yet, ironically, she had to be broken again to be fix. Inami’s larceny made sure of that, and the little demon couldn’t have been happier after it was all said and done. She may have been taken, but she wanted it. She craved it. This is what she wanted all along, unbeknownst to herself at the time.
Flashing back, she looked back at the man who she had fixated on. He was cute… for a demon. He was so cute in fact that.. She had closed the distance between the two of them. He was on his back, unable to move. Perfect for her to straddle. She had to do this, she just had to! The feelings inside her had been welling up for so very long! A pent up frustration that could only be quelled in this moment. She had gotten on her knees, straddling his hips as she rolled forward, proppin herself up with her left hand, her crimson-tinged eyes staring into his own. She was ready for this. She was so… very… ready.
”I’m sorry love, I bear you no ill-will, but I can’t hold back any longer. I gotta do this you see, I have to do this. I just.. I just gotta! Don’t worry, it won’t hurt~ It never, ever does. It might even feel good, y’ just never know”[Skill used: Disaster Bolt]Raising her right hand, she pointed out her index finger as crimson flashed more deeply in her eyes. Tendrils snaked up her arm, coiling and surging around her as they gathered at her fingertip. The low whistling of the black-hued lightning could be heard as it started to grow and crescendo. It grew until it was about the size of a golf ball.
With a grin of pure glee, her bangs casting an eerie shadow over her eyes, the girl slowly began to press the bolt into the man’s chest. It was so very slow that he could, in slow motion, see as the spiral bolt was eating away at his flesh and bone, and blood. The properties of the bolt meant he’d feel no pain as his chest was slowly being unmade, returning to the void in nothing but pure essence as his body started to erase. His face expressed one of pure horror as he was powerless to escape his own erasure, and soon, he would be gone.
With a small sigh, one of both lust and another, harder to describe emotion, the bolt then finally rapidly expanded, leaving nothing but blood splatters from the waist up. The man was dead, and the girl had finally gotten her fix. She had gotten the thing she had been craving for months now. The thing she had been craving ever since the Seal of Eris started to take her over. She got to kill someone. She got to kill them and she loved it. It was almost greater than sex.
So, with bodies amassed. The pink-haired devil left the scene, strutting about in her new body. The others had died from their literal entire essence drained away by the girl’s field of disaster as she made her way to the center of all this commotion.
-----------------------------------------------------------At last, Ceal found her way to the throne. Blood coated parts of her face, mixing with her hair, staining her coat. She arrived just in time to see a man challenge Neoveta. With a toothy grin, she looked at him. Of course, she knew him already. The girl’s wondrous Queen made sure of that. Her eyes smiled with her lips, a face that would be heart warming if not so… dark, unhinged, crazy. Still, Ceal stood near the throne of Neoveta, only to announce herself too.
She had answered the girl’s summons after all, regardless of what plan lay in place. The best she could do is announce herself for not only the sake of the rebellion, but for the demon princess as well.
”And I am Fate Asthavon, the Queen of Chaya Nation’s Faithful. Won’t you stop your uprising and bask in my “Love” instead? I’ll make sure to give it to all of you personally if you do~ I promise you won’t regret it.” The girl called out in her new, different voice, sticking out her tongue and winking. Despite how cute or cuddly she may have sounded, there was an explicit undertone to her voice. A soft, careening threat to the crowd, that those who remained in opposition would be erased.
Coding Altered From: [THEFROST]'s