Dead Divinity [Khala] [Open For Serious Plot/Interaction] [Reflection Mission]

Inami was someone who . . had a lot on her mind these days. Even as the realm around her blurred and she shot across it’s confines like a comet cut loose from its orbit her mind continued to wander. Inami’s two-toned hair whipped behind her like a stream as the crisp sensation of the soundless wind passed by her ears. Approximately three seconds behind her was the tailwind of noise that would blast out as she had broken the sound-barrier multiple times.

However. . as inami’s eyes took in the realm around her she honed in on something that was. . familiar. It was a sensation she had resigned herself to not feel again for a very. . very long time. ”. . Sister?” Inami’s body did an almost 90 degree turn instantly in the air, causing the very earth beneath her to explode forth in clouds of dust as her body continued to accelerate like a homing rocket. This illusive feeling, this familiar feeling it spurred her to surpass the limitations of what she normally could do to arrive at her sisters location in less than the blink of an eye, less than the time it would take to register her coming at all as she landed on the ground.

What greeted her was not what she expected. Her sister, so powerful, so mighty, so wonderful and benevolent. What . . . had happened to her!?! Inami’s feet trodden on the cool, hard demonic earth beneath her feet as she crossed the gap in seconds. Her sister looked like a sneeze could blow her away. Her sister. . her sister. Inami’s limbs would find themselves coiled around Khala as she brought her lost sister back into her embrace. All the ache at what had happened to her family, first neoveta, then mana’s madness, and finally Khala was here, weakened. . beyond weakened it was like she was but a shadow of her former self. As if she was merely a fragment that was going to be blown away in the wind.

For the first minute or so, Inami did not speak. She merely listened to the breathing, smelled her sisters scent, and heard her sisters still-beating heart. At first there was only the relief of her sister being here, of her sister being somewhere she could reach her once more. The queen of brutes at this moment simply didn’t have the words to express what she wanted to ask. She had so many questions, she had so SO many questions for her sister. There had to be a million and two of them bouncing around in her head until she looked at her and noticed once more how weak she was.

”..what. . happened to you. . sister?”

Inami’s voice was soft, and halting. As if this was but a mirage that would vanish if she blinked. As she drew Khala in and rested her chin on her sisters shoulder, feeling the rise of her chest, making sure that her sister would not just abandon her once more, she could feel it in her chest. The anger at this realm, the anger that her sister, such a proud and magnificent being was here. Inami could feel the lack of power that once lurked in her sisters chest. Her sister had been the strongest amongst them, only recently eclipsed by the near deitific being of chaos, her sister Mana Asthavon. She had been the voice of reason to them, and now what had happened to her!?!

If Khala knew anything about her sister she’d know that inami was about to embark on a warpath. This was not the malevolent being of Dysnomia speaking no, this was the nature of inami’s root. Pure insanity. Inami valued very few things in this world. Her sisterhood was amongst the top of them. So to see her sister here, like this was almost too much for her to accept. Inami had all this power, but time and time again she had failed to protect them, her sisters. She had failed Khala, She had Failed Neoveta. Then there were her friends. She had Failed Tsubasa, She had Failed Tsubasa’s Children, She had Failed even her own child ninsun. What was the use of power when she Could not protect them?

This realm . . it was unforgiving and cruel. Inami could not. . stand by and let this happen anymore. . . which was why as she spoke once more, her voice sounded even more resolved than it once was. Coming out slow and steady.

”What. . happened? “

Rest is the only thing Khala yearned for. If only for a few moments, the husk of a woman desired to sleep away the blinding glare of this bright nightmare which was her present reality. Yet, instead, the woman awoke to the sounds of two creatures encroaching upon her sense of inner solitude. When arising to her senses, however, the first demonic entity that approached was familiar. Even in her battered and bruised state, the demoness understood that this Asthavon cared deeply for her for one reason or another. Therefore, despite being in such a weakened state, a hostile reaction was not required to deal with The Chaya Queen.

In spite of that, one thing did irritate the freshly woken Khala.

It was a question that was asked multiple times: "What happened?"

...

There was no way that Khala could surmise all of that with words. The woman would run out of breath and brain power trying to think of ways to even condense what had happened to her. Thus, instead, the weakened creature of fallen divinity scrambled what was still remaining of her power to produce a sphere of white light. When this cluster of energy formed that spherical shape, it sunk into the ground in order to create a large circle around the three demons. After doing this, the memories of Khala crashed into the minds of whoever stepped into this domain.


Despite her consciousness still being hazy, the most important memories were still intact. With these recollections of her mind secured, they'd begin to recall the Black World infection consuming the depths of Khala's heart and mind. This vile substance awakened the inner nature of her primal essence, pushed the essence of this avatar of The Demon God's heart into the abyss and re-awakened the original state of being which both his heart and mind were toward the beginning of their creation. As this transformation took place, the immense suffering her heart, a yearning for destruction and utter hate for this existence grew to a point where she sought to extract her vengeance on the man who caused her heart to swell with love: Iriko Crow.

It is there, in the final circle of hell, where she slaughtered him over multiple timelines, dimensions, and universes until she eradicated the raw structure of his soul, forced him into demonic-hood after slaughtering the man and cutting her ties with that sense of warmth she once felt for this world. In this symbolic gesture, the woman wanted to be free of these mortal attachments, irrational feelings and be restored to the true demonic god she was. Thus, by killing and sealing his demonic soul in hell, she'd be released from these constraints her humanoid shell possessed.

Things in this universe, unfortunately, never fully go according to plan. That sense of death, decay, contempt, and negativism which brewed within the woman's overwhelmed her reality and this new version of Khala was far too much for her old avatar to take. Thus, the woman's subconscious desired to free her from this fate by spending the next two years piecing together enough energy to forge this weakened body and restart her life fresh from that attachment.

".....now do you understand?"

Those raspy, cold and dry words were the only thing to come out of Khala's mouth to the both of those demons as she slowly rose and looked down on each of them with a deadened stare; as if the soul had been taken right out of her eyes.

"That thing, Pharsita, is still me. I still possess those feelings even in this form, but I still exist as a part of me did not wish for Iriko to have suffered in such a way and I only want to recorrect a wrong I made. In the form I took, I could not do that."

Moving her gaze toward the sight of the smaller of the two, The Mother of Khalaism set her sights on the creature and simply told her these words:

"You cannot ever fully heal me. Not emotionally, not spiritually or mentally. The best you can hope to do is heal whatever physical exhaustion I have, give me your energy to feed off of and wait for my new power to be born."

It was in that moment that Khala tightened the grip on her fist, scowled and made this assertion:

"Something in me needed to die so something new could be born. What I have lost is not permanent, so I will birth a new sense of power that is not reliant on that child of Deveta. I will recreate Khalaism and face the reality he couldn't..."

Following those words, the woman proceeded to punch herself so hard in the face that her nose and mouth started dripping freshly drawn blood. No, she wouldn't die from something like this, her essence was far more resilient than that. Instead, she needed to wake up and recall this reality.

"I closed my heart, kept it distant and ran from everything to the point where I lost myself in the abyss. I could not face reality then, so I created this world to lock myself in and hide. I was a coward that does not deserve any redemption, forgiveness or help. But...."

An eruption of aqua energy started to flow back into the woman as she tried to form this new sense of personal reality within herself. Repeating again and again and again the mantra: "what is lost cannot be ever fully destroyed"; the gears were churning in her spirit as that old sense of divinity was long gone, but that did not mean the reality for a new version of herself could not be born. Reflecting back on the Asthavon's, Sunshine, Neoveta, Khalaism, the love she had for demon world and the way her heart was changed by Iriko; those feelings still meant something for it. And the sacrifices made to her from all those whom followed the goddess to their graves.....would not be for nothing.

"...I want to act. They all gave their lives to me, and yet I couldn't do a single thing. I did nothing and watched as myself and this world decayed...."

....

"...and I have to ask myself: do I really feel nothing for a place I gave all my love to.......? Do I really want to destroy that?"

...

"Their love, their grief, their worship...my infinite selfishness made all that value become reduced to nothing."

At this point, there were tears streaming down her faces, but she still held on to that scorn, that anger, that loathing and all the things which morphed her into that whimpering creature who couldn't even release what her heart wanted. And as this intense surge of emotions surged to the surface, blue tendrils extended from the woman's ankles, back and chest until they connected to what appeared to be a spherical piece of blue organic flesh. With this sphere in her hand, the woman held it and concluded on this:

"...I can't....keep running. I can't keep ignoring it. I can't....leave my heart closed. If not for myself, but for them and Iriko....I will try to open my heart again...."


...

There was silence before the sound of a gashing slice erupted admist the mute sound. In that moment, the woman tore open her heart, unveiled the abyss within it and the sight of a lone green pupil gazed down at the bloodied sand before it wheeping as it was brought back to life in this reality to face the terror it once ran away from with every bit of delusion and godly power it possessed......