♠•The Queen Of Hearts & Owner Of Ruin•♠ [OPEN]
Mon Feb 25, 2013 8:55 pm
Date: Sometime in January 2413
Artist: Diablo Swing Orchestra - Song: Kevlar Sweethearts - Word Count: 1600
Time to feel, time to believe; Dare to see what may come of our future. Lift your head, broaden your gaze. Speak your mind and your thoughts they will follow you
The Vicara Plane, a nation of jumbled thoughts. In this twisted world, not much ever seems to make sense. Land formations come and go from existence, people fade in and out of this reality and logic seems to take a backseat to the wayside as one would venture further into this ever expanding realm. Really, as ye' descend deeper towards the inner workings of Demon World, nothing much ever seems to make any sort of rational sense. Most Demon's dare not venture too far, too high or too low into the pits of this world, because as you find yourself travelling furthering away from chunks of land that seem to be the most developed, you'll soon see for your very own eyes what it means to understand Demon World. As ye' are falling further into the pits of hell, the border between fantasy and reality simply becomes more blurred. It is at the core of the Demon Realm in which this becomes very apparent. Cities shift at a whim, locations fade away in an instant, the laws of the demon universe change at the drop of a hat and it reaches a point of simply becoming a mass of ever growing, ever changing and never ending absurdities, gaps in reasoning, disjointed and overall, one can come to a true conclusion that Demon World has always been, will always be and can never be nothing more then a disarranged compilation of incoherent existences. Time to feel, time to believe; Dare to see what may come of our future. Lift your head, broaden your gaze. Speak your mind and your thoughts they will follow you
And, no other being can attest to this fact better then one of it's unsettled rulers. For what seems to be hundreds, if not, thousands of miles underground; a great force was steadily making it's path into the root of Demon World. From the sense of power in which this Demoness of the night had radiated from every fiber of her being, it was made clear that this was not your run of the mill demon causing havoc in the dark. No, no, no. This was the mother of all Demon's, the epitome of the Shadow's; it had to be none other then Mana Asthavon herself. While most other lowly minions of this chaotic world had long sense lost themselves to the maddening realities of the underworld, she had, for all intents and purposes, remained the same bundle of discord as she had always been. Yet...there was something entirely wrong with this picture at the same time. Not giving word to anyone in her circle of advisors, royal family, allies or friends; this fair Queen had set off into the depths of the evening to put forth a path to venture into the depths of Demon World to make sense of what had been going on inside the internal enigma which was her mind's eye.
Ever since the start of the new year, perhaps following the debacle in which had occurred in Madness City, there had been a nagging notion inside of her persona which had been proclaiming she was heading down a horribly wrong path. This....was disturbing...for a monster of the night. The fact an ethereal abomination such as Queen Mana herself...had the capacity to feel such things as remorse...it meant something in the universe had been made terribly wrong. In that precise moment in which she had stood towards the edge of a new fond world, the ruins of her past had sought to bring the Demoness down. Foundations of self-worth in which she had once proudly stood upon, had appeared to be crumbling into imaginary delusions of power; as it seemed that everything in which she had worked for throughout her four centuries of life had been...pointless? The annihilation of endless civilizations, the violent take over of Demon World from it's former Queen, the love of a Demon God, the formation of Shadow Fall, the road to a Goddesses power; while all of these facts and many more unspoken feats had been astounding for all those who paid witness to her growth, there was a voice within Mana which had disagreed with her course of action. For once, there was doubt in a being who had believed herself to be doubtless.
Then, at that moment, as if the world had been synchronized together with The Queen's mind, Mana had fallen into abysmal pit. Despite having the capacity to freely fly away, she had instead chose to let it fester over her; free-falling for an unspecified amount of time; though she had determined the descendant was millions of miles downward into the pits of Demon World thanks to her otherworldly perception. In any case, after breaking through an unforeseen barrier, she had crashed into a massive piling of red and black tiles that had seemed to stretch onward into infinity. This factor was determined, as even though she had created a devastating carter with enough impact force to rip through mounds of Earth, there was still a sea of endless blood and shadow tiles reforming itself. Slowly crawling her way out of this carter, she had awakened to find herself in a bizarre section of the underworld. Looking around in a full three sixty direction, this mass of land had been nothing more then an overblown excuse for a manor that seemed to stretch into the halls of eternity. Meaning, this place most likely had no end and no beginning; making the Queen chuckle gravely as she thought it was similar to her own existence. Thus, as she dwelled deeper into the halls of this strange valley, the ceiling had now seemed to fade into a void of blackened obscurity which had now been filled with endless rows of chains; chains which had entire skulls and skeletons hanging from the tips of it, alongside the crimson aura of blood that seemed to have poured heavily downward into some quarters of this peculiar land.
Every so often, however, the scenery would change ever so slightly. This journey through the tangled webs of the demon's nest seemed to have entire walls caked in blood; changing back into screens of blackness or the hue of brown. While the Queen had been venturing forth further into this netherrealm, it seemed as if the deeper she had found herself in this maze, the more it brought forth entire forest of never-ending spires. Spires in which contained the souls of the damned; radiating loud screams throughout the halls of this manor; solidifying the fact that she was still very likely within the realms of Demon World. Henceforth, after a certain point, Mana could no longer bring herself to care where she was at this precise time. The scenery reflected all which had comprised her state of being in the present. A cluster of condemned souls, brought to a place where there seemed to be no end, no beginning and always holds the potential to expand further. As the lines of these damned spirits grow, so does the further instability of this world. The lines of reality become blurred, the sense of rationality is thrown out of the window and it soon becomes an unstable pattern of cycles that change on a whim. Phasing in and out of senses, passing through varying persona's and losing track of what it once was; if it ever was something to begin with.
At the booming voice of an elder male figure yelling from behind, The Queen had calmly snapped out of her sense of intense internal thinking, only to realize the surroundings had once again shifted; placing her at the bottom of a mass stairwell that had been dimly lit by candle-lit torches of the manor. Observing the new alteration in the environment, it seemed to the left of her there had been a series of bending hallways which had lead to the entrances of unforetold doors that had unforeseen consequences hiding behind each handle. To the right of the Queen? There had been nothing but the same echo's of endless spires and tiles she had been walking through for an unspecified amount of time. Which left her last choice....a brooding sixty foot tall door, covered in the scarlet color of black and chained together with unholy masses of demonic energy. Appearing to have finally reached an impasse, the Queen had felt she had enough of this farce and decided to fall flat on her back as she stared the grey brick ceiling.
It seemed the patterns of this verse had matched the sensations of Mana's heart. The past was irrelevant because time is ever changing, the future is pointless because alteration is inevitable; and the present was a mind numbing blur which had sucked the very life out of the empress of the dark. In this state of hazed consciousness, there was nothing else left to do but close her eyes and embrace the pressing reality that had been questioned before her: what was the point? What had been the build-up to this? Who was Mana Asthavon? Why did it turn out this way? For her salvation, for her desires, for her beliefs, for her GOD; what did it all amount to? The Mad Queen, The Demon Queen; all of her conquest, what was it for? The death of family, friends and enemies alike; the ruining of both this world and the living world; was this all just to reach a point? E
Through the blaze of her own pitiful self cindering down into madness, could have all been for a path which never had existed in the first place? To simply renounce everything she had been and continue walking this spiraling path of...insanity?
Are you Blind to what's there? Too blind to care? It's all because of you
Save whatever has been; Broken and left with the will to surrender to failure
Time to feel, time to believe...
Save whatever has been; Broken and left with the will to surrender to failure
Time to feel, time to believe...