A man sat on his knees before an odd looking shrine, one seemingly etched into a small tree with florescent leaves. At the base of the tree was water, flowing in a circle around the tree, seemingly floating in midair. Carved into the tree was the word "Duality" written in a long-since-lost language. The man, hidden beneath a black cloak, reached out with a cybernetic hand made from metal and wires, neon lights illuminating certain spots with a hint of blue. As he touched the water it began to flow around his arm, like an endless ever-expanding stream.

A woman entered the room dressed in a violet kimono, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders and back. Across her eyes lay a metal blindfold, the visible skin around the blindfold obviously scarred from placement. "My apologies my lord, but Lord Caim has commenced The Summoning." She explained as she clasped her bandaged hands together and bowed her head.

The man pulled his hand back, balling it into a fist first for a moment before un-clenched his hand, more fluorescent lights seeming to flow away from his arm and dissipate, as though energy had been visibly released. He slowly rose to his feet, bowing to the shrine first before turning towards the woman. "Name my prey." He instructed in a hollow, mechanical voice.

"The orders this time are a bit different, my lord...Lord Caim is giving you free reign. Your instructions are to sew the seeds of chaos, however you wish." The woman explained while reaching into her kimono and retrieving an envelope sealed in wax with Caim's official sigil.

The man seemed to simply appear in front of the woman, his afterimage visibly walking towards them before fading away upon reaching the man. He snatched the envelope from the woman and looked immediately to the seal, a sigh escaping him. He'd break the seal and read his instructions from Caim, a pointed grin painting his visible pale lips beneath his hood. "Oh. This will be fun. Where are your sisters?"

"Masamune and Murasame are still in the midst of repair after your last attempt on Lord Caim...they are not optimistic this time, my lord. They may well need..." The woman hesitated while looking to her bandaged hand.

The man took the woman's cheek into hand, the veins in her face glowing the same blue as his arm upon contact, her skin shimmering. "They will do what they must to make your sisters function, just as they have done with you. Each time I break one of you, you are reforged into something even greater, and while some of your personality may be altered, it's not your souls that are of use to me. You are all tools for me to use, Muramasa. Nothing more."

The woman; the enchanted blade Muramasa, looked to the man with a scowl. "And what of you, my lord? What are you if not a tool to Lord Caim?"

The man smirked and lowered his hand to Muramasa's neck, those veins now illuminated under his hand. Muramasa remained still, unmoved. "What I am is of no concern to you. All that need matter to you is my dominion over you...do you need to be reminded? Again?"

"No my lord. My apologies for my insolence..." She nearly whispered.

The man pulled his hand back and nodded, then looked back with glowing green eyes to the letter. "If Lord Caim is attempting The Summoning once more he must truly be irritated...or...threatened. A sign of weakness?"

"My lord no, please no, I beg of you!" Muramasa's face rose and her hands shot out, cupping the man's face. "The time will come, this we know! But that time is not now...please my lord..." She pleaded.

The man starred at Muramasa for a moment, then grunted. "Perhaps my recent defeat clouds my judgement...I am too anxious for my next chance. You speak wisely, Muramasa."

Muramasa sighed a bit and smiled. "Take the leaf from the tree and place your woes upon it my lord; let it drift down The River into obscurity." She advised.

The man placed his hands on her hips, the illumination of her veins revealing some of the wires and tubing beneath her flesh. "Thank you, Muramasa. You are wise beyond your years...a shame you weren't born to the world of man. It's time."

Muramasa nodded slowly and lifted her chin, standing perfectly still. "If I am to be a tool...I am grateful to be your tool."

The man nodded in response and grabbed her throat one again, this time squeezing. "If it's chaos he wants then so be it! Restrict control to constraint level 0; manual override. Password: Death_God.exe" And with that, Muramasa would burst into a vortex of violet energy, reshaping herself into a familiar katana, though this one was far more synthesized. The vortex had blown the man's hood back, revealing snow white hair, short and wispy like microfibers. His entire mandible was made of metal, fused to his jaw. Pointed ears had microfiber tattoos, the markings visible every so often via a feint raveling glow.

Pulling the hood back up over his head, the man would would choose to carry the ornate cybernetic katana in his left hand. He moved swiftly through the Nyarlethotehp, quickly finding his way to the transport room. "Open the Drop." He instructed. Amidst a large ancient doorway, a portal would appear. The man sighed and ran headlong into it, the portal sealing behind him.