Paradox_Ostium
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- Posted: Mon, 18 Oct 2010 21:16:54 +0000

Fen should have slipped away from conciousness during the pull into Paradox‘s Dead Zone if in fact he did he would find himself waking up with all the binding arms still in place. Though now they were attached to decaying corpses who were lingering for his life. Moreover the fact they were dead did not take away from their hungry eyes clambering to take his place in the world above. Any other person would have felt the torment given off by them but Fenrir was being protected for the time being by Paradox‘s power.
Paradox himself was standing a good six feet in front of him with his arms folded and finally began to speak in that thick, twisted, French accent that was almost always accompanied by some sort of growling sound. “Your debt to me is needed to be paid now Fenrir, and it will be. You do not have a choice in the matters of how so I will say this once, and only once. Your debt is your life but not in the same manner as the souls around you. You will give your life to me as a servant of the blade: You will become the only Ostium ninja to ever exist. At least for the time being. If you refuse you will be eradicated from existence a simple thought and faded memory on the tongue of the world.”
He didn‘t give Fenrir a lot of time to let all of this sink in before approaching him in slow steps, and unfolding his arms reaching for the sides of Fenrir‘s head. “Now then, I don‘t want to waste time with the training aspect of this, because if you are to become my ninja I must adjust certain things about you. If you can not survive my training then it was a pity and a waste to bring you here. However know this as well Fenrir, once you go through this you will no longer be a human but a Demonic Seether, a true Ostium Ninja.”
The tips of his fingers were placed on Fenrir‘s temples and began to sink in causing a great deal of pain to surge through the ninja‘s body. “First I will break your mind, your fears will be faced and from there we shall go on with your physical training…if you live through this.” Paradox would rip his fingers out of Fen‘s head and watch as the blood spilled along the glowing purple floor of the dead zone. From this blood an entirely different world was created displaying the fear Fenrir had to face, the fear and his emotions all mixed into one. Things were going to get rather hectic soon enough. I addition Paradox could see this fear as well so he would know exactly how to train this young ninja.