xxxx𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪 [ 震星 ] All of this intel at once. He wasn't really sure how to swallow it. One thing that he was easily reminded of was the fact that he was rather apathetic to the Silhouettes - in the interest of ruling the world, he did not much care for a small group that diverted the attention of his enemies. They themselves were enemies, but like with Kamikaze, he had hoped they would take themselves out along with the overly devout forces of each Shinobi nation. Apparently, however, they had gone and died already . . . or they were at least reeling. That meant that his moment of further opportunity had or had begun to perish. Lucifer's news was not necessarily positive. "It is not unfortunate that Kaisen was taken by Kya. She and I have . . . made a pact. I trust her for the moment, and believe she will advocate for our interests. Ours as in the Karnata." He leaned back into his throne, accepting eye contact with Lucifer but remaining somewhat wary. He had already gone and destroyed the trust between his brother and him, and so did not entirely believe him to be innocent of treasonous thoughts.
As for Adam and Victoria -- Victoria being the one he'd fought back before the Kech Marah -- he was interested in their development and their purpose. Guenire meant Northern, which meant that the North was up to something. Considering Shinsei planned for the Northerners to rule the world to some degree, he wasn't entirely upset with any of these developments. On the opposite side, they had expressed hostilities to the current Shinobi Nations, so he couldn't be completely content. "Adam and Victoria were true patriots to their homeland. They are as commendable as any for their efforts, and for their genius in creating a new source of power. It's unfortunate that they couldn't have been born Karnata. They might have been rather useful." Or they could have been a threat to his own rise.
As for their thievery of other bloodlines, that was not new. Uchiha used to try something entirely similar, but they always fell short. Implants had gotten to the point - due to genetic technologies and Senju assistance - of similar emulation. But their form of science was new, and advanced. The north was no longer filled with peasants and paupers. They were potentially going to rise to the status of a global power at the hands of their noble families. This was . . . intimidating.
"Thank you for the information, Lucifer. It was . . . interesting. Now, I have a request." He smiled slightly, his eyes still in contact with his brother's. "Our eyes make contact as we speak. I mean something by that. I mean - detain him."
Most of what Kleine said was filler. A disgusting formality made between two people that didn't want to have this discussion. His light discussion of Adam and Victoria made little of the power they'd displayed; even after facing Kaisen down for what was probably the third or fourth time, their powers were still strong. Even when fighting off exhaustion, they fended off attacks that would have made a pile of corpses from most any other militaristic force.
But it was then that the tides turned. With their direct eye contact, Kleine made a special request of him...to detain the Enemy? An interesting proposal for sure. But somewhere in his body, Lucifer's blood would begin to surge through his body, supercharging his brain and amplifying his muscles, almost as though a perfect countermeasure had waited in his body for this moment; laying dormant, strengthening for this one chance to finally get the answers he wanted. With a grin, Lucifer formed a single seal. The world around them would near instantly darken, and in that same instant, a brilliant flash of light from Lucifer's palm--a special seal--would disorient Kleine and the enemy alike, for that one brief moment. That moment was all he needed.
Resting a single palm on his brother's forehead, a quick use of the Nemuri genjutsu would put to rest the enemy inside of him, giving the brothers a short while of peace to get their s**t together before that raging demon woke up, ready to spit fire and blood.
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"Auntie H," he called, pouting, almost crying. "Lucifer scraped my knee on a rock. He's always like that - he's so mean to me!" And then the almost became the fact, and Kleine began to cry. Hysteria stood up from her seat so that she could see Lucifer, across the field, narrowing her eyes and putting on that angry expression that she used to. "Lucifer! Why did you do that to your brother? You need to seriously stop being such a brat!" She began to yell at the young boy, his eyes widening. "I-I didn't, Auntie Hysteria! He's lying! That's what Kleine always does! Liar, liar, liar!" He ripped out grass from the sand and threw it at his brother, though it didn't quite hit the mark. Kleine simply looked at him, covered by Hysteria's arms, grinning at his brother demonically.
He wasn't quite sure when the change had truly struck, but some time in his early youth - perhaps ten or nine - he'd started to feel an extreme sense of pleasure whenever he wronged someone in any way. The worse he wronged them, the greater the joy. Physical violence was perhaps the most riveting, and so he'd always find that retarded boy Lester whenever he wanted to beat down. No one ever seemed to notice just how deranged he'd become. Perhaps they did, and refused to believe it - that the sweet and innocent boy who had gotten honors in every class and had always served his father well would become the demon that he was now.
He tormented Lucifer in many ways, kept him from sleeping, added the corpses of bugs to his meals. He would pick on him, tease him, lie about his actions. He used all of his connections, all the trust of his family, and his own acting abilities to torment his fraternal twin. And then, there were others - the little girl from down the road, that sweet and innocent Ann. She had always had a crush on Kleine, and so he vowed to get closest to her heart before smashing it. Over the years, his tricks became increasingly sadistic, and his violence more violent.
There was the murders.
I've been watching you. For hours, days and weeks my eyes have found you. Followed you. They've come to a place between our world and the next where they see the future; your future, my future, the two combining to illustrate a sanguine dance where I kill you and you fall to your knees. You're next on my list. Wait for me. In the dark of night I'll climb over you, eclipse you from all else and slit your throat. On the break of dawn I'll splinter your mug. I'll plant nails at your doorstep and break the springs in your mattress. I'll raise axes to fall on you as you walk through your own halls, and at the end of the journey, you'll find me. One greater than life and death, a man who transcends time.
She received that note, just that. Her eyes scanned over and her body began to fail; she began to shake and her heart faltered with fear. She went to the police, the people who swore to protect her. They took the threat seriously, but never enough to delve deep into the place where the society of men converged with the society of shinobi. They did not expect for the assailant, a man who had slaughtered dozens of people -- all receiving a similar note to that -- to be one of their superiors, a man far beyond their reach.
She went home to her father's apartment, not her own. She would not go home. She believed that there were things there, like snakes or something worse. She heard them slither, loudly, wanting her blood. She did not call for exterminators, as she did not want them to surely meet the fate that she would, if she would step into that home of hers. So she stayed here, and waited. She waited for days, for weeks. She would wait her entire life if she had to; she needed the news, that the notorious Double Take had been executed.
But the news would never come. The man that they sought was one far beyond their own level. He had genjutsu to hide his tracks, always an alibi and the voice of an angel. And he was growing stronger. The deaths became more frequent. He began to target people with talent over the usual lowlifes that he targeted.
During the time where night met the morning sun, a shadow came over the woman. It was of a tall man with brown hair and an attractive set of features. He waited in the darkness for her to awaken from her sleep, only for him to collapse onto her and cover her lips as he whispered into her ear. He was covered in strange looking clothing, his hands with rubber gloves. "Daddy's dead," he said. He pulled out the knife that he used to kill him. It was covered in blood, fresh, crimson. "He didn't have to be. You led him to me." He laughed a little. It was for the best. "His eyes were wide open, watching me tear through his skin and remove what I pleased. I chose the stomach first, then went down. Great reactions. Not the best though." The excess of eye-widening and attempted screaming and biting left a sour taste in his stomach. A pleb such as a businessman could never hope to resist against a shinobi. Especially not one as ruthless as Kleine was.
His eyes left thought of that scene, and returned to look at the girl beneath him. "He was never my intended target, you were. You gave a good attempt. I knew you would because you're smart. And you proved yourself. You didn't tremble, you helped protect yourself by contacting the authorities. Then you abandoned your home, believing I wouldn't be able to find you here. But sadly for you, babe, I researched you beforehand. I know where all of your relatives live. All of your friends. And I'm gonna kill all of them now, one by one. Not just you." She seemed mortified, unable to even form a scream. He loved that. That was his favorite part of all this, the horror of knowing that beyond your power there is something else that can take from you everything you love. That you're a helpless ant to be tortured for another's leisure. That you're not as worthy as you think you are.
That acknowledgment was the best in a human's lifespan. It brought him great pleasure. Others great pain.
"You'll never be a doctor like you wanted to be. You'll never find the cure to disease and poison. You'll never make the headlines, you glory-obsessed slut. But I will. I do all the time. Double Take. Double Take. Double Take." As he chanted those words, he carved them into her chest. She screamed in pain, as her head reeled back and her eyes began to lose their fire. He stared into them for every moment and watched them fade. When she had given him all that she could, he crushed her throat and left the scene behind.
And then, there were the cruel jokes.
He could remember that one time he'd handed a serving girl a cup for her to serve him with for weeks. He asked for that particular cup every time, always smiling at her and acting as if it was the connection that made the two of them special. It had become their connection. But he had begun to brittle it more and more over time, and eventually, one day, it cracked at her handling. He asked for the cup, but with a sad face, she said she had broken it by accident. She quickly stood up to offer him a similar one, even said she'd buy it herself. But Kleine looked utterly disappointed, and their connection was gone. Entirely. It hadn't ever existed in the first place, but symbolically, for that woman, it was strong through that single brittle glass; like the glass, it was shattered in an instant by a force beyond her control.
His sadism grew to great Empire building, the young and kind boy from before becoming more and more evil with age. And all of this led back to a single event that occurred thousands of years ago, a time before anyone really remembered.
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A receding darkness. As consciousness faded for a moment, for the two of them - and then more selectively the Enemy - the entity entered into a dream. First, there was blackness, but it eventually evolved into light. The black became blue, the sounds as if the waves beating against the shore. You could see the coastline, though zoomed out . . . then zoomed in, closer, closer to a village named Valas Molagas. This little town was surrounded by grassland; farmland. It was the most impressive town in the North outside of Sorana, the capital of the Heiland coalition. This town was where the Lydians would begin . . . the Shadow Demons, the family that currently ruled the North.
And within this town - back thousands of years ago - there was a young man named Bjorn. He was tall and masculine in physique, with pale blonde hair that bordered on white. He had blue eyes like most of his companions, and he wielded a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He was the son of the Chieftain, Ostegos Lydian.
To elaborate more on the town, the sort of housing you'd find was very ancient. There were large tribal "homes" that were more like tents - thick cloth and other material hoisted up, reinforced against the rain and storm. They had somewhat developed chakra back then, and so they were capable of creating little barrier nets to fend off rising water, hurricanes and other aggressive assaults from their environment. The town had a few thousand people living in it, which was quite impressive for its time. Much of it was surrounded by farmland, and they'd grow corn, wheat and barley. They had apple trees and honey fields - they had cows, sheep, pigs, and others.
But of course, they also had another product that they possessed in high quantity and in utterly low regard. They had slaves . . . Vospor in their language, "Ungodly", children of the God Beyond - Amaterasu. These slaves came from the Tribes of back then, where the Huan-Pei lived now. They were different looking, with slightly more tan skin, dark hair and young faces. One thing to note was that they weren't hated or abused, as they were at least considered human, just subjugated humans. They were allowed to continue their religion. They were allowed to exist somewhat as they used to, but with unpaid labor and eyes always watching. They were known for Ninjutsu - witchcraft in the eyes of the Lydians, who only and without exception would use Kanah; Dragon Magic.
Bjorn had become the most proficient of all in this magic. He could breathe fire, freeze people alive . . . he was immune to the cold and could bathe in flames. He was strong, resilient, with blades breaking as they clashed against his adamantine skin. He was the future of the Lydians, all loved him and revered him for his power. He had gone through the mountains of Vanspul and through the lake of Roggthon, meeting the Sages of the United Freyn. He had been blessed, essentially promoted by them as the true King of the Northern Lands.
They were preparing for war with the Heilands of Sorana, a city that they would in fact acquire at a later date . . . a city that currently sits as the capital of the North, instead of Valas Molagas.
The reason for all of this - the war, the changing of capitals, everything - it all falls onto Bjorn, the illustrious son of the Lydian Dynasty. When Bjorn was twenty one years old, he had met the age where he was expected to go on a raid. So - of course, his raid went southward, down to the same tribes where they'd obtained all of their slaves from. Raiding was relatively easy, with Jutsu weak and unreliable at the time. The warriors of the South would run out of chakra very quickly, whereas the Northerners had the inherent genetic ability to breathe fire and crush skulls with their bare fists. They were the power at this time.
Bjorn's raid was ultimately successful. At this time, he launched one of the most prestigious raids in all of northern history, with over a thousand tribals from the South dying . . . Bjorn killing at least a few hundred of them himself. He had risen to extreme prominence. The other tribes of Freyn began to flock to him, the Lydians raising to the utmost. However, he brought someone with him from the south; a young man named Sa'naan, a powerful young shinobi that had begun to develop techniques himself. He was the most formidable of foes that Bjorn had faced, damaging him and nearly killing him before he succumbed to his icy powers. Bjorn had become friends with Sa'naan, and wished to know of his abilities so that he might use them to embellish the North.
Of course, this man had ulterior motives from the very beginning. He had watched his tribe die, when his entire life he'd dedicated himself and his practices to furthering them. Losing to Bjorn stained his pride, and he sought to undo that as well as gain vengeance for the tribe he'd lost. Until the moment struck, however, he enjoyed himself. He truly did like the people of the north . . . their hilarious lewdness, their thoughtful banter, their jingoistic aggression. They were unique and beautifully unique. Bjorn was strong and beautifully strong. Sa'naan and Bjorn were lovers - they were comrades in battle, fighting together to carve out the largest Empire that the North would ever amass. They conquered much of what is the Rock today, and the Sango dynasty - the Sassai'I. They had hit Sorana with both spies and diplomatic influence, turning the Heilands into a mere sphere of influence; a puppet state.
But of course, little did Bjorn know that this entire time, Sa'naan sought to surpass him. He had begun to learn forbidden techniques that cannot even be found today - powerful abilities that could bind the souls of the dead to objects, people, places, things. He had learned a way to meet immortality. He had found a path to the sort of divinity that his people spoke about, and he could swear that he saw Amaterasu in his dreams. What she told him was that he could meet his goal in one way only, and cripple the North forever. If he could find their God - Falsalazar - the Dragon of the Dead Sky . . . if he could kill him, they would lose their inherent abilities. Their Dragon Magic would disappear, their superior physicality would return to human standards, and they would no longer be immune to nearly all damage.
Sa'naan only needed to amass two things . . . the power to finish off a God, and the absolute love and loyalty of Bjorn, the Emperor of the Lydians. These two goals took some time. In fact, he had created forbidden techniques for the purpose of each of these goals. One, he learned to extend his lifespan near infinitely, remaining young and in shape; he passed this on to Bjorn, who reigned with him for a century to come. Two, he had rigged this technique in a narcissistic fashion . . . Bjorn's change to a state of nigh-immortality would slowly condition his mind to absolute obedience to Sa'naan. In the span of lifetimes, the ambitious and the vengeful man eventually found power that would today be considered that of a Legendary Shinobi, with a mind thrall that was just as powerful as he was. Even though in the span of this time the Empire had begun to collapse and the Lydians recede, nothing would stop he and Bjorn from rising to more and more prominence.
Eventually, from what he saw beyond his guise of innocence, Falsalazar's death was something he could finally reach. Sa'naan took Bjorn, who was reduced to a slave, far to the North where he would face this great beast. The dragon was larger than a Tailed Beast - perhaps the Jyuubi of today would compare to it in size. He was powerful, wise, and cunning: he knew what Sa'naan was there for, he knew that Bjorn had lost all of his free will. He knew that he was going to lose . . . and he did. That day, Falsalazar - the Great Dragon God - the last benevolent being from the world's past, fell to Sa'naan and Bjorn. The dragon had survived the apocalyptic events that surrounded the birth of Xhu, dwelling in the north until the humans came and populated it - and then protecting them from the demons that would dwell after the fall of the evil God. He truly was everything that the Northerners wanted him to be . . . and he was the one to supply them with all their power and spirituality.
When he died, so too did the spirit of the north.
Bjorn could feel himself weaken, the great flux of power diminishing . . . he lost his motivation, becoming entirely lifeless. He froze to death in the far North after Falsalazar fell, crawling into the snow that was filled with the blood of his Lord. Sa'naan reveled in the future that followed, tormenting the northerners for dozens of years before one final precipice came to him; Karma, pure and unadulterated. Just as Sa'naan had gotten his vengeance for his tribe, the Northerners would never forget, nor their God.
In the minds of three Heilands, a spirit of wrath grew that held all that remained of Falsalazar . . . the Enemy, the Enemy of the South, the Protector of the North . . . who would in actuality not weaken the Northerners by his leave, but empower them with his four cardinal abilities. He would give them Telekinesis, Shadow and Moonlight Manipulation, Blood Magic, and control over Ice and Time. He would curse and bless three elite warriors, the Psycho Demons, training them to perfection until the moment where they would come together and slay Sa'naan.
After that, for all time afterwards, he would plot to destroy the foundations of the East. He would subjugate them to his kin, who had been destroyed. He was angry. Hateful. He couldn't control his hate. He became ambivalent. He became deranged. Cruel.
But it was all for this day - to see Kleine, one with northern blood, yet again rule this land. To see Kya in the Mist. To see Lucifer rise to prominence alongside his brother. The children of Xhu bent the knee. They were frail and weak in comparison to their mighty overlord. And he supposed it would end soon. So, he didn't resist. The sleep would not hold him long. When it ended, that was when he spoke, through the lips of his vessel. "I answer for Kleine," he said. "For his actions. The Enemy. I do not speak to you with hostility now as I have before, because for the moment my ideals have changed. They were, however, ambivalent and they are sporadic. Sometimes I know what I want - often, however, I seek a different thing. Suffering, usually. You know, I'm the one that got your family to move to the South and start a new life in the Grass. I'm the reason why you're all a bunch of crazies. You guys love killing Southerners. Wanna know why? Because I ******** hate them. Because they should all die. All of them. For that purpose, I will kill anyone. Wanna know why I killed your dad? Because he had basically become one of them. He sought to have the Heilands abandon their traditions and emulate the Huan-Pei. He was also . . . a threat, as Kleine was still rising in power. I waited for my moment for all of my life. Even as Analetz, my previous vessel, I remained near Shahnz. She was his cousin and childhood friend. And - Shahnz's brother, the one that ******** him up alongside Hysteria, I was in him too. I waited for a long time for the opportunity to engineer my host. It takes generations of bloodshed to create a proper Psycho Demon."
He didn't bother trying to apologize for anything - this was the truth, and this was the end. "When you seal me away, which you will, seal me into a great statue of a dragon. Place it into the center of the Kech Marah's Stronghold - have it sit under the stars and the rain for all to see. You may not understand what I speak of now, but I am the remnant of the benevolence that the Saigon possessed. I am the source of their purification. The 'Gedo Mazo' of their kind, fit to create the ultimate creature . . . the revival of Falsalazar, the Dragon God - or, to split him into nine, and still to reign eternal."
And the Enemy remembered too - his own past.
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"Fear not for the stars, nor the moon nor the sun . . . only for our Earth, for we who suffer under the wrath of the Chu Sagal." Listen to that voice. It's beautiful, booming, a charming take on who we are. That voice is Salees, the Great Mother Saigon. She was among the most powerful of us all, with the Great Father her equal. He was . . . Auriel, the great Dragon - my direct father. Once, there were fifty of us. There was Salees who was a great horse that wandered the plains, Auriel the dragon who swept the skies . . . Nantu the whale who swum on land, Kiriti the cute little fox, Rasir of the Autum Leaves, Misar of the harvest, Leone the predator, Stigbee the leaf-tailed anteater, Ninu the magenta alpaca, our great golden wolf, Nala . . .
So many more than just that. A thousand, thousand, thousand humans under a total of fifty Saigon. We each protected a tribe - people who remained by the old ways, loyal and kind. But there were those who were ambitious, who escaped over time and clumped together in hordes to create cities. They furthered technology and they developed magical powers. They never rivaled even a single one of us, but with millions amassed, we began to fade in prominence. One by one, we would go away. One by one, my comrades would offer me some of their strength before being taken and made into the demonic entity known as Xhu. A demonic, imperfect entity; hijacked before he was ever conceived, due to the wit of my kind. If he had been completed with the full power of all of us, then he would have reigned supreme as the Dark God of this world forever. But - I was made as a counterbalance, a method within the madness. I dreamed that I would find an opportunity across time to destroy him. It took thousands of years, but eventually, I did find a way.
Han - that beautiful young man from the east, not human nor Saigon. He was entirely different than any creature I'd ever seen, but he reeked of my kind. He had surrounded himself with the "Facets", creatures born from Xhu for his eventual goal of self-purification. If he could harness enough Facets, he would eventually reach the level of completion he had hoped for.
But the Oni were wise as they were traitorous. The Ningen had begun to trust them, and so had Xhu. Eventually, when the population of Ningen grew high enough, they would help the Oni overthrow their dark overlord.
Han found me and relayed this to me, one he discovered to be the greatest and most ancient of Xhu's enemies. However, I did not immediately respond in acceptance, despite my utmost approval of his idea. I took him through tests, empowered him with logic and reasoning, made him learn what it was to rule and to conquer. I gave him some of my power, which would help counteract Xhu's power. Without that, he would stand no chance. It is perhaps because I gave him some of my power that I eventually fell to Sa'naan, who seemed to develop a resistance to Saigon abilities. The Ningen alone had this potential, but Han would go on to teach powerful skills to all within his Empire, the first of them all, filled with people who would then go on to populate the South.
Regardless, Han prevailed, and so my hope grew. I found him to be quite the unique of men - I examined him, followed him without his knowing. He began to absorb the power of other Oni, eventually meeting the level of strength of a Saigon. After that moment, I realized he was a threat to the state of the world and cast a powerful curse on him; he began to decay, and would eventually return to his original state as Oni.
And then there was more . . . humans moved to the North, a unique group of people that were persecuted within Han's Empire. They bowed down to me in loyalty, and things proceeded much as they did in the days of the Saigon - I protected them, and they protected the peace of this land. The meek would inherit the earth, and the men of the North were the most meek of all men. I had truly believed that with their honor and diligence, they would come to rule the world.
Everything was set to that purpose, until the cunning man brought it to an end. And from then, I have been wandering . . . dwelling, locked in the bodies of my children, the Northerners. I have betrayed them endlessly for my revenge. I have felt guilt and pain, but have grown from it all as an entity of utmost practice. My ambition has come to arise, and now, the climax of my journey begins.
Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:37 pm
Seeing Kleine this way...it brought back memories the Heiland had long suppressed. Thoughts and feelings the man believed he would honestly never experience again. For so long, he'd watched Kleine turn into something he should never have become, and with this chance to suppress that entity...perhaps things could be different? This entity--this fragment of a god--...the Enemy, had changed both of their lives permanently. In a way, Lucifer was just as connected to this being as Kleine was. In a way, it had indirectly shaped his life too, forced him into attaining strength, standing on his own two feet...with these subtle realizations flowing freely into his mind, the young man's thoughts wandered to the times before. Before Shinsei. Before the Enemy. When his father and mother were still alive, and he lived life as any noble child would.
"Father, you should show me that jutsu today. I'm old enough to use it, I know I am." A young, yet handsome adolescent--for his age, at least--walked alongside another, middle-aged man. Even from just a glance, even a passing bystander could see the resemblance; Lucifer, every bit like his father...the way he walked, the way he talked. Especially that strange sort of energy he seemed to emit. People were drawn to them, to their positive aura and attractive energy. This peculiar trait was one of many that gave the Heiland family the natural ability to rise to prominence, no matter the generation or culture. They were just...better. His father would look down at him, a half-cocked grin playing on his face. No words were spoken, but he could tell; it was a knowing smile. Shahnz understood his drive to learn, to become better and stronger than he was. The same desires had lived in his father for many years, giving him the ability to put their family into somewhat of a golden age. They were successful, prominent...even having their own beautiful compound to live on in luxury and peace.
As they walked, the young man would continue to goad and prod, until finally, his father responded. "Lucifer...you are still too young to learn it. Like every other member of this family, your rite of passage will happen at the proper time. You are only fifteen...on your seventeenth birthday, I will be more than happy to show you." His face was stern; this was nearly a law in the Heiland family, and not one he intended to break. At his child's obvious dismay, however...his features softened. Placing a hand on Lucifer's head, he would look down at him, his voice warmed up to encourage him. "You worry too much, Lucifer. I know that you and Kleine both will get through the rites without difficulty. You're Heilands, after all." With that cheeky, perfect-dad-thumbs-up he would always do to get Lucifer laughing, the two continued their daily walk down the long pathways of the compound. In a way, his life was ridiculous; the cherry blossom trees were always perfectly groomed, the weather was gorgeous, and their conversations were always healthy and fulfilling...it really was a stereotypical perfect childhood.
Until their sixteenth birthday. Almost like some sort of switch had flipped, the mood within their once cheery household had seemed to quiver and ache with tension. Shahnz had been arguing with his brother, creating a sort of chasm even within the confines of their walls...the likes of which resulted in their uncle missing the entire celebration. But, as with most birthday parties since they'd turned around nine years old...something was off with his brother, Kleine. From across the table, even as the candles were being placed, and the festivities prepared, the young man could see the gears turning, dark machinations taking shape within his brother's brain. By this time, Lucifer had gotten somewhat accustomed to Kleine's vicious pranks; thankfully, the usual levels of torture he inflicted upon others were still spared when dealing with his brother. That wasn't to say that he was completely safe, however. As soon as their aunt--Hysteria--turned from lighting the candles of their gigantic, celebratory cake, a slight wag of Kleine's eyelids would extinguish the flames of Lucifer's candles.
Given the recent levels of tension in their household, even something small like this was enough to set their volatile aunt on edge. By the time she turned, the creator of this evil plot had already begun to speak. "Lucifer! We haven't even begun the celebration yet. Could you at least wait to blow out your candles? That's very disrespectful, especially after auntie H took so much time to light them." He wasn't lying; there was a total of thirty-two candles on the cake, one for each year of both their lives. In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, all sixteen of Lucifer's candles had been extinguished. By regular family procedure, any displays of disrespect at a family celebration--especially something like this--would mean immediate dismissal and exclusion from the rest of the event as punishment. From the rest of his tomfoolery over the years, Kleine had trained his aunt very well in one aspect; despising her other nephew, hating everything about Lucifer to his very core.
And this...was just another strike to the heart of her crusade. "You arrogant CHILD! How DARE you ruin the preparations to our ceremony! You shall excuse yourself this instant! When the celebration is over, I shall deal with you--" His father would--however--interject quite rudely with a stern clearing of this throat. Hysteria stopped, and turned to him with a wild look in her eyes. Most of their debates had started like this; their aunt enforcing a family tradition, only to be cut midway by the head of the house. "Hysteria...I say we forgive him this time. Our family traditions are old and frail anyway...it's their special day. Let's celebrate it for as long as we have to." That same, knowing smile. Despite years of being demoralized by Kleine and Hysteria, Shahnz was his...anchor. The one place he could hold onto for comfort and stability. Gesturing to his sister to sit, he made the most subtle move to continue the ceremony. With a wave of his hand, the flames on Lucifer's candles would re-light, a simple demonstration of his mastery of chakra. "Now...let's continue." With a crisis averted, Lucifer would once again look to his brother with an exhausted look in his eyes; nowadays, with the severity of Kleine's torment increasing, he didn't find very much time to sleep. Despite what little adjusting his body had done to make up for the deficit, he still found it difficult to focus during the day, making his training and studies even more difficult to keep up with. His schoolwork had begun to decrease in quality, and his performance during training had also become somewhat...lackluster. Kleine was ahead in every way now, putting Lucifer down as the inferior twin. But...there was something about that grin that still lay across his features. There was a round two to this particularly evil machination.
And before long, it happened. Seemingly out of the blue, a monstrous cockroach erupted from the cake, landing squarely on Kleine's face. "Ahh! Lucifer, why would you do that?! You know I hate, hate, HATE cockroaches! Get it off!!!" His sudden surprise, the familiar wag of his eyebrows right before the creature launched itself from the cake...it was all too perfect. And upon sight of this...Shahnz and Hysteria both looked at him sternly. Hysteria's wild eyes homed in on him like a sniper's scope as her hand whistled through the air. Slap.Slap.Slap. Back and forth, her palm and back hand impacted his face three times. A stern dismissal from both his father and aunt would send Lucifer back to his personal chambers, the door to the celebration hall slamming firmly behind him. Accompanied with small words like 'brat', 'arrogant', 'disrespectful', he noticed one thing as the grand doors closed. That sick, twisted grin. Those piercing, malevolent eyes were the last thing he saw before being dismissed. Though normally, his father was even-tempered, something like this was truly unforgivable. As he trudged up to his personal chambers, he did little more than meditate on how much sleep he could get before the torture began once again. And when his head hit the pillow, he would likely only have minutes on the clock before the celebration ended.
Over the years, Lucifer had tried many things to keep his door and windows securely closed for the entire night. But somehow...that demon continued to gain entry. Placing insects in his ears or nose, pouring ice water over his head, even attempting to suffocate him from time to time...nothing was out of the rulebook when Kleine tormented this brother. That night in particular, it was sticking needles into the bottom of his feet. Another restless night to add to the plethora of others that had plagued him for years...physically and mentally, the boy had reached his limit long ago, and was now merely existing as somewhat of an afterthought, completely overshadowed by his brother's performance, and his overwhelming superiority in general. Things proceeded like this for what felt like an eternity...but truthfully, a total of three hundred and sixty-four days.
That's right. The very day before their seventeenth birthday, their rite of passage. The day what little of Lucifer's world remained came crashing down on his head. Preparations for their rite--as well as their seventeenth birthdays--had been keeping every single maid, butler, and servants in general in a lively buzz. Activity flowed throughout the halls of the compound, giving a strange sort of quiver to their home that only a momentous celebration could. Despite the norm, even Kleine and Hysteria were in surprisingly good moods, going around and assisting with preparations, overflowing with joy that the day had finally come. Only a little sooner, would Lucifer see exactly what they hand in mind.
As per the usual, his morning route involved a visit to his father's study. After a polite rapping on the door, his entrance was subtle and quiet, the preferred entrance to any personal study. Although normally, his father would remain in here for another hour or so during the morning hours, he wasn't present this time. "Father? Are you here?" He would look around for a short while before ultimately deciding that--unlike the norm--Shahnz was not in his study. A brisk walk down the corridors surrounding the study would place him outside, in the courtyard. Whereas most other yearly celebrations were conducted in the hall, the rite of passage was performed outside, where every member of the Heiland family could observe without consequence. Workers moved with a fury only well-paid employees could pull off, setting up ridiculous amounts of lavish, expensive decorations for their celebration. Seeing as how Shahnz had never truly had a flair for the overly flashy, it was likely that this was more his aunt's doing than anything else.
Continuing his stroll through the courtyard, Lucifer would see it once again; that malevolent, malicious sneer. But this time...it wasn't just from Kleine. Hysteria was giving him the same, evil look. Had he turned her somehow? He didn't allow himself to dwell on these thoughts for very long before quickly walking in the other direction. But...they weren't the only ones, either. Almost as though willed by an invisible force, every maid, every butler...every single person involved in the ceremony had immediately stopped what they were doing to just duplicate that stare of pure evil. His brisk walk had turned into a full sprint in a span of seconds, the young man immediately heading in a beeline toward the only other place his father could be at this point; the ritual chamber. Only the head of the household could make preparations for the actual ceremony, and even though Shahnz had strayed quite far from normal traditions...there was no way he would forsake this one. With one, fleeting glance, Lucifer noticed that Kleine had seemed to vanish. Hysteria, her brother, and every other person continued working as though nothing had happened. From the look of things...it seemed almost as though Kleine had never been there at all.
The very instant he turned around to get to the ritual room, he was face-to-face with Kleine. This time--however--his eyes were demonic, with long, slitted pupils...similarly to a snake or dragon. With an exasperated gasp, Lucifer stumbled backward, falling to the floor in a rather sloppy heap. What the hell was happening? Looking back up, Kleine wasn't there, either. 'This makes absolutely no sense at all...what is going on...?' By now, the boy had begun to seriously debate whether or not his brother's tormenting had actually driven him insane. He couldn't afford to get caught up like this. Lucifer had to find Shahnz and make sense of this before it escalated into something even worse; more than anything, Lucifer needed his father--his anchor.
With one final footstep left before he would reach the entrance to the ritual room, Lucifer heard a fair bit of conversational hum. There were definitely people in this room...but who? At this dire time, who could possibly have the nerve to--Kleine. That's exactly who it was, too. Walking into the room with an irritated tone, Lucifer would begin with, "Kleine, we're not supposed to--".
In that moment, his vision blurred, his heart skipped a beat, and--before he knew it--he was on his hands and knees, staring at a pile of his own vomit. Just what the ******** had he just seen? His own brother, straddling his father with a knife stuck into the older man's chest. In that instant, his cells had over-boiled, giving him a moment of extreme rage, followed by what felt like a slow and steady petrification spreading across his entire body; by some unknown power, Lucifer could not move at all. In some strange, macabre way, it was to be expected; Shahnz was the single person on the planet he could comfortable confide in. Shahnz was the only person who listened to him, gave him the time of day, valued him...treated him like a sane, functional human being. The only person who ever kept a space in his heart open for Lucifer. The feeling of your only worldly, personal connection dying in front of you was petrifying. The exponential shock that followed upon realizing that your brother was the killer? Unimaginable. He would remain like this for a good couple of minutes, his brain withstanding so much of a mental twister that his body could do little more than keep him up. At some point, Kleine must have taken notice of him; a firm hand gripped the crown of his hair, pulling his head up, giving him a face-to-face view of this murderer. His words, laced with killing silver, skirted across Lucifer's ears before Kleine left his brother in that dark room, with only a floored anchor to keep him company.
"I will be so much more, Lucifer. And you'd better not stand in my way...or you'll end up like him. Just like dear old dad."
No anchor. No ground to stand on. In just a couple of minutes, Lucifer's life had completely transformed. So much ambition, so many things to look forward to, stolen away in one fell swoop. In the same sense that Shahnz was an extreme protagonist in his life, the opposite could be said of Kleine. This constant torment, physical and mental erosion of his body and soul...it had all culminated to this one point. To even call it 'the last straw on the camel's back' would be an understatement.
More like the last support beam in the Titanic. Lucifer would just stay there, his hands and knees now completely numb from having been in the same position for hours, maybe even days. By the time Hysteria even entered the room, the rancid smell of blood and vomit had already permeated the room around them. Before long, it was decided that she would gain control of the compound, seeing as how she was the oldest living member of their branch. Almost as though it were a final, parting gift from Kleine...Lucifer was evicted from the compound, the only home he'd ever known. In the span of a few days, the combined efforts of Kleine and Hysteria had--effectively--destroyed his entire life.
And as those gates to the compound shut on him, for that final time...he could see those malicious eyes, and that venomous grin, once more...
Almost as though being risen from a terrible nightmare, Lucifer's eyes flickered to life as Falsalazar began to speak, with Kleine as his outlet. The way he spoke...the man could tell he had purpose. There was a reason for his actions as well. But that wasn't enough. Not to justify this. "Your actions have gone far beyond the realm of '******** hating'. If you are truly a creature of benevolence, then you should understand the price that comes with great suffering." Resting a single palm on Kleine's head, Lucifer performed what might have been the most complex seal of his life. "You have a blood debt to pay. And you will pay it by furthering my goals as well. If Kleine is to conquer the south, then I will do the same for the north. Under the Heiland name, you will prosper. We will prosper. And the world will know peace." Vibrant, glowing tattoos would mark all over Lucfer's body, glowing with a ferociously bright crimson hue. "Remember our rite of passage, Kleine? How we missed it? I'm cashing in my rain check."
Between the two, a brilliant flash of light would erupt. The Heiland family's only seal--Dragon's Blood, very aptly named--was a special kind of transfer seal. Thankfully for Kleine, Lucifer had discovered this seal, regardless of the death of Shahnz. In some strange way, their father was much wiser and more well-informed to Kleine's situation than they'd initially though possible. Using this seal, Lucifer was not only able to pull the pieces of Falsalazar out of Kleine, but also place them within himself. The strength of this seal made it possible to not only put the enemy in a person, but also to impart them as a coexisting entity. For the time being, these fragments of Falsalazar were within Lucifer. However...their relationship would be different. Instead of the Enemy entering of his own free will, he was placed; his hold over Lucifer was nowhere near his strength over Kleine, and as such, their relationship would be far more...mutual. "In spite of everything, Kleine, I have done this favor for you. Despite the fact that you completely pulled the rug from under my feet, ripped the roof from over my head, and removed the anchor that held me in place...I still love you. And I forgive you." He looked deep into his brother's eyes, already beginning to feel the changes that came with the enemy's presence in his mind. "But I am still going to demand something from you. In spite of everything that's happened, I need to know; what is the enemy speaking of. Saigon? Dragon gods? I have a feeling that--again--the lack of our actual unity as a family has once again deprived me of our culture, of becoming all that I could have been. So I want you to explain it to me. Now."
The Enemy. So aptly named, you are. And me? My name means a lot too. Little one. So little in the face of - you, my demon tormentor, the big bad wolf that somehow managed to steer the forest. I was always so little in comparison to you. I meant nothing, could say nothing, do nothing. My entire life I was a puppet slave. And yet one thing kept me going . . . Analetz, Analetz, Analetz. Her words: that one day, a creature even more evil than you would rise and take back command of his body. That - inevitably - I would come around and do what you could not, conquer the world, avenge the North.
That day has come, my dear Enemy. It didn't come because God willed it. You are God, and you are weak. As I always suspected from the beginning of my youth, God is either dead, ambivalent or evil. You are all three, are you not? Ambivalent to your kin - hateful to your enemies, and so trapped in the confines of a single space. I understand now why you wanted me to unify the Saigon. You wanted . . . to return to prominence, have your great re-awakening. But - God - you have failed us. You are no longer a God, but merely another entity seeking power. Falsalazar, as I am Kleine. That leaves the question behind - does that not mean that any one of us could become God, if he were to amass the strength? Could I not become God if I were to contain the Saigon? Of what divine nature are they?
You remain silent now, and I don't mind that. I will find these answers by myself.
For now, I would instead like to reminisce over our past experiences. We had a long life together, didn't we? You've been inside of my mind since I was very young. Before you came, I was the purest of souls, too. But not really. It was perhaps always a ruse to my deep lust for something - my interest in controlling others. I was kind because it worked; I got my way, people believed me, even when I wasn't so kind anymore. What was I really? Was I ever domineered by you? Or did I perhaps domineer you? Was my kindness, my compliance, my ferocity - was that the weapon in which I used to contain you? Did I succeed because I was simply better?
I remember when I was alone back as a child with Hysteria. She taught me everything I knew. Perhaps just as she was exploited by you before, she knew that I too would come to be exploited. She taught me of the human mind and how it worked - the subtleties of lies and the glamorized truths, the game that always surrounded human interaction. Does that not extend to you? Are you not sentient, feeling, and believing? If the Saigon were truly omniscient, then why would they have failed and lost to the humans? You too are vulnerable. She must have known that.
When darkness overtook her mind and she descended upon me, I was left alone for a while to think. I was not traumatized in reality . . . I always assumed I was, but only looking back from a convenient perspective. In reality, I was quite overjoyed at the understanding of just how above reproach I was. Even as a boy, I had everything. I had a demon inside my head that brought me power - I had the love of my father, who was one of the strongest in the world. I had the throne of the Karnata dynasty in my pocket. I was assuredly the best of my tribe, or I at least would be.
So what developed was an extreme determination. I wished to surpass my father in all things, so I took to him fonder than before to learn what he knew. He loved his sons and so he mentored me without hesitation, surprised at my newfound diligence. I didn't tell him what Hysteria was doing to me; I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to become better than I was. Perfect. Perhaps that was your influence, attempting to retain the penultimate vessel. I do not know quite yet what your desire was, but whatever the truth, I became better for it. At a very young age, I had already begun to see the flaws in my father's power. I witnessed his weaknesses that no one else could determine - as I watched him murder Kage level shinobi, I realized that I could triumph where they could not. I trained for my entire being for the moment where I could kill him . . . in the day, I was trapped by the facade of love, and by night, trapped by ambitious fervor. Without him becoming aware, I had based my existence around his demise.
By the time I was Chuunin, I understood what my life was. It was a duality of things . . . the darkness of the Enemy, the grey of Kleine, and the white of my counter-balance. I began to seek romance in order to find that realistic duality, perhaps a shred of joy in my joyless existence. No, I did not succeed. But I undoubtedly tried. It was endearing of me - I was charming for a moment, just like Hysteria taught me to be.
The truth was that I had begun to develop in mind because of you. Everything you did and believed, I mimicked, even though you were so sure I wasn't aware of you inside of me. I didn't quite know what you were, but I knew you were there - watching. I felt it. It was a gradual process of acknowledgment that had allowed me to protect myself from completely being overridden.
By the time I was age ten, I had come to understand in utterance just what human nature was; the concept, the form. I learned of people and what they did, what they wanted. This was where I came up with my theory, remember? The one I tested on the millions of people in the Fire Nation? I believed firmly that they would do whatever made them happy, and made them feel more successful. As a result, I managed to rile a large sum of the world's population up to pick on weaker groups of people - minorities, the River Country, the Tea, the Wave, the Barbarians. They worship me now as if their new God, and all because of a single theory I imagined at that age.
By the time I was twelve, I began to understand my sexuality. This was perhaps the counterbalance to my evil, can you imagine it? Despite what everyone says about men in heat, my own need to appease my appetite is probably what has kept me from going much further. I want to love and be given love to - that is the apex of my humanistic desires. These things all developed psychologically. If that is the case, then I wonder why I came out to be so unique in this regard; wanting the attention and company of men. Was it because I valued power? Was it narcissism? Was it due to say, a deep infatuation with a certain handsome man? Psychologists believe that attraction towards your parental figure drives your sexuality - it's just inherent and does not awaken around them, only beneath them. I don't believe I was "attracted" to Shahnz. Perhaps, however, I respected him and knew that I would want someone like him later on in life.
I began to dream, and imagine, these hidden things that were not spoken of in public. I watched, my eyes constantly seeking a new venue in which to discover more about myself. I would sneak up on the windows of the young men, imagine myself being there at a later date - I was in that period of my life where there was only one thing on my mind. For this moment, my dedication to Shahnz's death had declined very greatly.
When I was fourteen, my growth set in and so my training resumed. This was when I became a Genin, slightly later than a lot of others in the city but much more capable than them. I had already begun to beat my mother in spars, who used to be the "pride of the Heilands". Used to be, before my father came back from Bai Don. That also made me question a little just how far we'd fallen. If Emma Neuderwick's weak a** was the pride of anything, then what exactly did that mean for our family? Was my father really the only thing we had left?
I knew I was to kill him, so my ambition for Bai Don arrived around this time period. If the Heilands were so weak, dominating them meant nothing. I needed more . . . a country, millions of people. I needed them to all know just how wonderful they were - my theory developing, my ambition completely fleshing itself out. By this time, I was committed.
At the age of sixteen, I became a Chuunin. I had begun to win spars with my Uchiha relatives, my first cousins who were somewhere briefly after me in the line of succession. There was tension at this time due to the fear that Shahnz would inherit the throne, with the Uchiha believing that people closer to Konoha should gain the regalia. Our spars meant everything to our fathers - the fact that I won was a loss of prestige for Mikami, the fact that they lost was a gain for good Shahnz. It seemed that the Northerners would indeed finally gain a foothold into the South, with every nobleman cringing at the thought. I looked nothing like any of them - I didn't know their customs. I was better than them and always outwitted them. My influence in the court of Bai Don began to grow, with my grandmother showing great interest in me. She chose me over Lucifer in the line of succession, a dispute that one day had to be settled.
It was on that night that you finally awoke inside of me, fully, rather than simply blowing cold air to shake my puppet strings. On the marionette, I could feel myself moving . . . no more was I mostly myself, but instead entirely a slave to another's desire.
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"Kleine," he whimpered. He was strapped up to a mattress, chained to the wall, with his pet doberman tied up in the corner of the room. Who was he? He was Wei zo Lurnov, and for the past year he had been Kleine's closest companion . . . his lover, his best friend, the one who was there for him when the going got rough. Now, he was practically ball and chain, with the boy who said he loved him beating him near-death with a whip. "Kleine," the Heiland repeated after Wei. The room was dark, a lightbulb flickering on and off, moving past the older man's face. The dog who was backed into the corner tried barking, but the sounds could not leave the space in which he breathed. There was a telekinetic wall blocking him and the rest. It was just the two lovers, intimate in their ever dampening relationship.
"I discovered money in your drawers last week, Wei. Weren't you always so broke?" He smiled at him, kissing him on the chest before another lash against his uncovered skin. "I was rather happy for you - except I was also curious. Where did it come from? It was assuredly new, and it was such a large sum. Tens of thousands of Ryo. Enough to buy a nice house and settle down . . . for a while. What could that mean?" He stepped back some, sitting down in the chair he'd brought for himself when he got bored of the usual gig. Torture wasn't as interesting as he'd imagined it to be.
He could see the pained look in his lover's eyes. Deep inside, it hurt . . . so much. It made him want to die, to see him like that. But the Enemy was already alive, and it twisted what Kleine was to who he wanted Kleine to be. So there was just this, this hateful entity, one with infinite wrath and infinite need for gratification. "I brought the money to a Yamanaka, and they found who it used to belong to - my father. Do you know what that means? It means that," His eyes began to reveal this pain; this suffering in his soul. Not even the Enemy could hold this back, the feeling of betrayal. "It means that this whole time, you were the agent of my father's paranoia. I wanted you to be my counterbalance. The white to my black soul. I thought you were so perfect. I thought you loved me. But the truth is that you just wanted money." The sadness, the pain, all drained in a string of tears.
And then they quantified to anger, and his face lit up with rage. "They say the truth will set you free - now that I know, I should be free of you. But I can't be if you stick around. I have to make sure that you're nowhere to be found. So I - I came up with a solution." He reached into his drawers, leaning back and pulling out a sawblade. "If I cut up your face real nice, I won't remember it in my tearful dreams. And more than likely, you'll die in the process, so you'll be lucky to not endure your tragic future."
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Oh, that hurt, now that I remember . . . I loved him. Even though he lied to me, I knew that his feelings were real. I knew he told my father only good things about me. I knew that he was not dishonest by choice, but by necessity. He wanted to use that money to whisk me away to the waves and be with me forever. I knew . . . I knew. I found it in his journal, one that was filled up with how much he loved me. Poems he wanted to read to me but didn't have the courage to. He was such a charmer, even after he died.
More than anything else, my sweet Enemy, I wish you had not killed him. He would've been the one person that could take me away from my ambition and remind me of who I am . . . or was, before, before you. I remember him so fondly, even after now. How patient he was. How much he wanted me to be free, and to escape the binding tasks of a shinobi. He just wanted everything that I needed; he was that type of person. Never said too little or too much, always smiled when I needed to, always knew when I needed him to tell me that he loved me.
My times with him were the one thing I had left as a human being.
Eventually, his absence made my "duality" one of pure darkness; "Pure Evil", as he described in his dying words. I understand now that he said that because only a pure evil soul could betray someone who loved them so much. I suppose, by that logic, I was gone before he even left. Maybe even the idea that I could imagine hurting him was what pushed me over the edge - but it was all brought on by you.
Oh, God, how can one hate so much as I have hated you? How can one feel so abandoned as I have felt? How can one know so much anguish as I have known? Why did you have to choose me to be your flail? There were a million others . . . but it had to be me.
I remember that there was a story from the East that regarded a number of Gods as their rulers. They had possessed ancient artifacts that empowered humans, perchance the remnants of Xhu and perchance the only evidence of a true deity in this world. The Great Goddess Amaterasu revealed three treasures in her shared dreams; the Totsuka Blade, the Yata Mirror, the Magatama Beads. I had read that each of these artifacts was a sign that you were chosen if you could discover them. This led many young explorers out to the seas and the shores to find them - but now, I think I understand where these entities spawn from. They are not things that exist in the world as simply as paper or stone, but as spiritual incarnations that find those who deserve them.
Knowing that I had been chosen by you, I sought answers in the Temple to know if my yearnings were valid for the Lords of the Sky. That was where I met Atlas, though that is a story for another time. There, I watched the followers offer things to their Gods, the head of a lamb . . . grain, flowers, beautiful things and useful things. I knew that it was all wasted.
In the depth of the seas, there was an answer that compelled me. Beyond Karnata and Ryukyu and Guron and Huan-Pei, beyond humans and their battles, beyond life and death and their illusion of divide . . . there was the Undead, lurking in the distance, and in their hands a sacred treasure. This was the first time I witnessed the Emperor's Beads, the inspiration behind the Kech Marah - the figure I would use to crown myself. The Emperor's Beads, imbued into Evander before his death by the ultimate God. His invulnerability was always a mystery, but now I know it to be an act of divine providence. This Amaterasu is real, and I pray to her. With your demise, my old beloved, she has come into my life anew. This is my declaration of conversion.
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"There is an ancient story that haunts me," he said to me. I was not quite sure what was in store, but all I had heard from Evander thus far was intrigue. He had come closest to touching death, only to be pulled back as he descended to the bottom of the ocean floor. He was our first Psycho Demon, but also, our first Prophet. He reconnected us to Her, that unseen being from beyond. "Do you remember the tale of Bjorn? He was our most beloved ancestor, who was gifted a body of iron and a heart of gold. He was loved by all and ultimately successful. So, how did he die all of the sudden? What happened to the Lydians? Why is our history so . . . hidden?" His hands relaxed over the fire that warmed his cold veins. His glowing eyes stared into mine, seeking interest before he continued.
And it was there; it always was. I was happy to be around him. "I think that a great catastrophe occurred that destroyed all of what we know. It was something akin to the invasion of the Southern Forces - the ones that took over our Sorana and made it Yukigakure. You see, I have always guessed this, from long before now. Even as a young man, I was always a seeker . . . a philosopher, an intellectual at heart. I wished to unearth the truth of our past - why had the Heilands fallen from prominence? Why did the Lydians collapse after hundreds of years in a Golden Age?" He looked to the Hoplite, of the Sassai'I, who had eventually revealed the truth to him.
But he didn't think Kleine needed to know all of that right now. "When I realized that there was such a great power beneath us, to the South, I knew I needed to prepare everything to fight against them. I knew they'd come . . . and they did. And, that was why I fully developed my abilities, and accepted the Enemy's assistance. But there was something else - a deep connection to something, it pulled me away." He stared out to the shore, grinning as he witnessed the fire reflect on the cold blue, even from so far away. "It was the ocean . . . and when I was dying by drowning, I discovered just what exactly it was. It was a connection to the earth; it was my deep connection to the world and its people. It was a right to rule given to me by something other than us, a being that acknowledged my own wisdom."
Evander told me at this point to seek my own connection . . . and so I did. I went down to the deep trenches of the sea with only faith keeping me going deeper - until I found something very special.
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It was a cave, one that blocked out water and was filled up with light. It was a long cave, practically never-ending. In this cave, there were roots that were the size of cities. They seemed to dig right into the center of the earth, and they emitted the light that he had come to witness. The ocean likely kept them alive, and they in turn kept something else alive. Kleine had his suspicions as to what that thing was . . . but he did not reveal them until later, only to admit to Evander that his suspicions were all wrong. At first he believed it was the Tree of Life, but he was entirely fooled by this notion.
After exploring deeper, he found a strange race of mostly human creatures that lived in an underground society. He figured they were surely the source of the roots, using them to grant light and power their facilities. But, they had no true facilities, purely tribal and mostly desolate. Upon asking them over and over, an attractive young man told Kleine his own belief. "It's the life of the planet," he said. It was as if the planet was a giant seed that extended roots from the center, when in reality those on the surface knew the center to be volcanic. Magma, horrifying. Still, Kleine was interested in this theory, so he went home with the young man to uncover just what the origin of this belief was.
"It's our ancient tradition," he said. "In ancient Norian belief, it is said that the God of this world is but a young sapling that will eventually begin to grow. The beauty of this planet will multiply by thousands of times, and we will live in more than three dimensions . . . we will merge with the sun, the moon, a perfect union fit for the children of God. These roots are evidence of our Lord's growing state." He didn't wish to hear of any other theories - of Amaterasu, of Falsalazar, of Jashin, or any of those "pagan" Gods from above surface. These people had already heard of them all, as once upon a dream, they connected with Evander in his search for a new method of life. The young man was adamant that nothing else was the truth. That, he knew the truth . . . that he felt the truth, inside of his heart, every day. That sometimes, he saw the truth, a vision of the future of this world. And Kleine inquired and inquired, and ended up spending the day just picking this man's brain. He made him feel so intelligent that he couldn't resist but answer - and later, he made him feel so appealing that he couldn't help but entertain Kleine's midnight desires.
The two of them went on a journey together to encounter some of these roots, and where they might have led to. Eventually, the Heiland noticed that the roots became more and more frequent as he went deeper into the cave. He also realized that there was a hole that led up into the mountains of Kusa from here - almost as if someone had desperately tried to escape this dark pit. He did not care for the implications, and only continued to search the cave. The light grew brighter, eventually the roots nearly blocking the way. It was difficult to even move through them. Then, deeper, they were completely surrounded by these invulnerable roots . . . they could see nothing but them, and they led down to a deep hallway. The villager was beginning to grow tired, so he and Kleine rested for the night. Then, they continued, driven by interest. Kleine had a portal follow them around for in case they needed transport back home - to the village. He didn't wish to put himself into an inescapable position.
He begun to realize the inscriptions all over these roots - they were tangible, things of knowledge and power. The Enemy, too, was interested. This was a heresy that had never been witnessed but could instantly manifest in power greater than imagined. This could lead Kleine to something infinite, a state beyond that of Evander's . . . beyond simply being impervious to death, but also a state that surpassed life; a hyper-awareness, deification. The three of them - Kleine, Qa'Tir and the Enemy continued deeper with this in mind. Kleine used his far superior speed and reflexes to bring them all deeper into this cave than anyone had ever gone, until eventually the roots went red and the cave walls were vantablack. Everything was of superb dissonance within itself. The darkness came to consume everything as if they were locked in genjutsu. Kleine knew it wasn't chakra, either, not necessarily. It was Sage Energy that made a "naturally occurring phenomena". And that . . . was what he had to tell Lucifer, right now, in the flesh.
Return to present . . . for the most part.
"There is no reason to forgive me, Lucifer. You do not understand entirely what has been unveiled. My life - is complicated. I have spent all of it enduring the whims of another. Yet, despite this, I know that I too had a lot to weigh in. I am of my own choices too, even if only a little bit. And I have only ever contested the Enemy once . . . it was before father's death." He didn't want to talk about the situation - perhaps he could leave it to Lucifer's imagination. He didn't ever know much about Kleine, but there were some things he would remember, like the lover he'd kept around for a long time. If he understood this, it meant he understood that Kleine valued an outsider more than their father. Shahnz did not - in fact - ever mean much, and if he did it was only as a part of sentimental value.
He was not quite sure, too, how to respond to Lucifer. He said that he loved him, but Kleine didn't really know love anymore. He was deranged from everything else, and now the concept of love seemed very far off. He responded to that with just a nod: he knew Lucifer loved him, he just wasn't sure about reciprocating it. What did family mean anymore? Hadn't he been ostracized from them too?
"The Enemy is the last of Falsalazar, a deity that once ruled the North. The greatest men of each tribe would pay pilgrimage to him once every decade . . . and that's all we really know about him. We know he was strong. But he died, to Sa'naan - a schemer from the South. That is what he has unveiled to me now, that he was great once but inferior to another person's greatness. He is washed-up. And he was the only "Dragon God" to ever exist. Makes our religion seem like quite a joke, right?" He laughed under his breath. He'd been praying to this c**t for his entire life without knowing that he was the one bringing him his suffering. All of those hours were entirely wasted. At least now he knew why the Enemy even let him pray - it was either really comical for him, or it praised his narcissism. Perhaps it was even touching. Whatever the reason, it was disgusting.
The Saigon were more interesting to discuss, even though they were tied together. "The Saigon are the guardians of this world from the previous era. Due to humans, they were allegedly wiped out or fostered into a weapon known as "X.H.U.," of which I know little about. Even the Enemy knows little. He was enigmatic in life, and destructive in death. Not much history is left of our world. It is only the history we see today." He wondered just as Lucifer did - in truth, he only had one bit of knowledge in his disposal that very few didn't. Even the Enemy was unaware of this piece of information before Kleine had discovered it in that cave. He was always so unsure, only making guesses at the truth.
"In the deep of the sea, near the center of the world, where no man dwells, I have found evidence of this Xhu's existence. It is not in the Oni that we briefly encountered a few years ago, but a fragment of his own divinity. I have discovered . . . the heart of a "God", the veins of which heart plummet all over our world, appearing as roots as if for trees. The roots end nowhere and grow drunk in their reach; they obscure the truth, which is that an entity that surely ruled the world now only exists as a heart deep beneath our field of knowledge. When I drew near this heart, I pressed my ear against the flesh to see if I could hear even a faint beat. And - do you know what I heard? It whispered to me." He moved over to Lucifer, placing his hands on his shoulders, leaning in to his ear.
"Kech Marah. These words spawned my group. Kech Marah means something in the language of the Demon Country - it means The Rulers, originally referring to the Oni. Over and over again, this heart whispered these words. I could not understand why . . . until eventually, I remembered." He smiled, stepping away from Lucifer and back to the steps of his throne. "There were originally many Saigon. Fifty of them. Nine came together to empower Falsalazar, making ten. The other forty were merged to become Xhu - the ultimate weapon of the Chu Sagal, that civilization that the Enemy would always endlessly curse. Originally, as the Enemy told me, Xhu was to be contained within a human being, like a super-jinchuuriki. By all logic, this would be entirely impossible. Yet, the scientists believed whole-heartedly that it was indeed something they could do. Why would they imagine such a thing? I think there was a counter-balancing force to the Saigon. This force enabled the humans to capture and detain them in the first place, despite being dramatically overpowered by them." He wasn't sure of everything, it was true. But he had enough information to know that there was a creature before the current age that gave the Chu their power.
His theory came there and ended there. "Kech Marah means "the Rulers", but it also means "the subjects" - it's a word used in high literature in the Demon Country to stand for evasive concepts and humanistic contradictions. Generally, it's believed that it refers to the Oni because they ruled the Ningen but were commanded by Xhu. But there's something else that popped into my head - and I am willing to fight life and limb for this wager. I believe that it's possible that it means they were once Xhu's rulers, but are now his subjects. That - before - the Oni themselves were quantified into one entity, much as the Saigon derive from Falsalazar. This entity still wouldn't have been enough to contain Xhu, but luckily an artifact assisted it in becoming the ultimate containment vessel . . . " And then he said it, what he wanted to say for the longest of years: "The Magatama, or the Emperor's Beads. The power to make someone invulnerable, spoken of in legends, and come to life in my summon. If a host were to wield this, they would become impervious to being taken over and could thus wield a creature as vast as Xhu. But then, there is the other side - the Totsuka Blade, which counters the Beads. If the host, or perhaps the "Original Oni" died to the blade while in possession of Xhu, he would be released and enter a furious rampage. With no Oni left to defend them, the people would be helpless. Our new world spawned from the ashes of the old, and all due to an elusive theory over whether or not these Godly artifacts came into play. My belief is that they did . . . and also, that they dwell nearby. Why else would a creature such as Han peak out after thousands of years of nothing? What about all that's been changing as of late? Why has the Enemy only now gone on such a rampage? These artifacts must be making a promised return. And whoever controls them, controls the fate of the world . . . they will be the Kech Marah, or the rulers and subjects. They will rule man, but lie subjected to the artifacts that hold their life in balance. It's all something I dream, and perhaps I only believe this because I have been fooled by my inner demon - but I want to believe the contrary."
He looked down and smiled, though he also seemed a bit hopeful for nothing. He seemed sad in a way, knowing that all of this boiled down to an assumption of the truth. He just had "faith" - he wanted to believe. "In truth . . . I also think that maybe the Kech Marah is an allegory for me, who is both a ruler and an eternal subject, ruled over by a demon. Our union is that of Han and the Oni, and the Oni and the Ningen, and the wielder of the Emperor's Beads, and the wielder of the Totsuka Blade . . . destined by the stars, but also tragic and destructive. But - I think that there's something more to be had than just that sad relationship. I think that what I have learned from the creature I once considered God can help me realize my potential."
He didn't have much more that he needed to say. It was all in his head, and then out . . . and now he just didn't know what to think of it all. It was difficult, for sure, to cope with so many years of this s**t and to imagine a theory only to take off the drapes and realize that it could all mean nothing. He was at least happy that he was free of this creature now - but what did that mean for him? Something new in store? Something wild to imagine? "I want the beads, Lucifer," he said. "To remind the world of where I belong - on the throne."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 5:46 pm
Mood: Normal Location: Bai Don Thoughts: "Hmmm." Chakra Pool: 350/350 Crush: "It's not like that."
.::.Under this crushing wait, I'm sinking It never goes away, the thinking Echoes in empty rooms decaying Alone to face the rest of me
So long sentiment It doesn't matter now .::.
[Sage] ▬▬▬▬ [Chuunin] ▬▬▬▬ [ Kirigakure ]
R u k a R a n t o n Storm Lily
After leaving Kumogakure there was a lot on Ruka's mind. That deadly glance of hers was settled on the neck of the wyvern as the two of them drifted through the air at a casually pace. Not at lighting speed as before but calmly gliding through the sky. Where they were headed Ruka had no idea but from the landscape below and direction they were headed it seemed they were headed back towards Konohagakure as they traveled over the land of fire. The warm air brushed across her body and tangled her long silver locks as they were tossed back and forth by the evening wind. Ruka thought she would never see.. see the village her father was from. The image of him appeared in her mind but Ruka knew all to well this image she had created was simply that of her imagination. Ruka never knew the man but only knowing what little her spiteful mother told her. He was a shinobi from Kumogakure and that was all mother ever said. Even this little of a conversation with that woman was great progress due to how she often ignored Ruka's birth and then later sold her into prostitution so on a scale of 'one to ten' on being a good or bad mother Ruka's mother was about a one. At least she fed her sometimes and didn't through her out when she could hardly even walk.
Ruka was pulled away from her thoughts as she noticed the decreased in speed in which the summon was flying. Her wild hair slowly settled across her shoulders and across her back as the beast lowered itself towards the ground as they landed in a courtyard of sorts. The wyvern touched the earth and the moment its massive body landed it vanished in a buff of smoke. "Oh." Ruka said with a bit of confusion in her voice as she began to wounder where she was and why.
.::. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I torturing myself? Inhaling all these memories Like a breath of fire sent from hell
After most of Kleine's long explanation was complete, Lucifer's features would seem to...ebb and ooze with confidence. Sureness in his own abilities as the presence of the Enemy opened up corners of his mind that he hardly knew existed. Perhaps Kleine would be able to feel it too. His transition into a power Kleine himself was once bestowed by the enemy; the power of a Psycho Demon. For a while after, the brothers would sit there in silence, Lucifer taking his time to process all that his brother had said. "Kleine...if what you say is true, then I will fetch the blade. If we are to rule both the north and south, we must possess both. You, as the unkillable ruler who reigns for generations, keeping our influence strong, and peace constant. I will be the banishing blade that wipes the slate clean. We will need no one else. Our power together will be more than enough to obliterate our enemies without question. They will obey." For a short while, silence would sink in once again. He looked into Kleine's eyes, trying so desperately to comprehend all that had happened, trying to find some kind of...anchor. "As for sealing away Falsalazar...you needn't worry. Just from the short time of him being contained within me...he's already given me all the information I need to reach the Kech Marah's stronghold. However...in order for our conquering of the north and south to be successful, I feel as though our actions in the north should be separate from the Kech Marah. The northerners do not yet know of the organization's existence, and when they do, it's likely that its reputation as a conquering force will already have spread. No...the only way for either one of us to succeed in the north is to sever our ties." Another pause. There was a lot of subject matter for them to discuss, and Lucifer had no intentions of coming back to discuss again for a while. "Since I have not yet revealed myself as being affiliated with this organization, I will be the face that conquers the north. They will never know my affiliation, and with that legendary blade in hand, I will wipe clean our slate, and build a new empire from the carved remains."
Lucifer would then turn his back to Kleine, signaling that their conversation would soon draw to a close. But, as he came closer and closer to the door...a thought popped into his head. Turning back to Kleine, Lucifer's features seemed to have softened. "I'm not sure what kind of opinion you hold of me, Kleine. Even now, my mind is flustered with self-awareness. Have I made the right impressions since you've been given control? Will I ever be able to repair what has been broken? These sorts of thoughts keep plaguing me, even now...and I don't want it to be that way." Turning fully, he would look his brother in the eyes one final time, saying one last thing before he exited that room. "No matter what happened in the past, Kleine...you're all I have left. I know that you feel...mostly apathetic towards me, as though family is a distant ideal that you'll never be able to reach again. But I want to try, Kleine. Call me what you will, be it a weakling or a saint, but I haven't gotten to experience a Kleine, free of the enemy, for so very long...and when this is all over, you and I really should sit down, somewhere simple, and do things like a family should." Lucifer would then turn on his heels, moving quickly from the room.
His brisk walk would take him directly into the courtyard, where--to his immediate surprise--Ruka stood, waiting. Slight hints of a grin played at the right corner of his face as he walked down the stairwell to her. "I'm not sure how you found yourself here, Ruka...but you seem lost." Placing his arm around her waist, he would begin to walk her towards the exit of Bai Don. "But you and I never did get to resolve our little confusion back there. Just what we are, how we feel...who we want to be together." Taking a couple of quick steps ahead of her, the man would extend his palm, mentally opening the massive front doors of Bai Don to allow them through. Once they were outside, the gates closed, Lucifer would step in front of her, taking her hands in his. Those alluring eyes peering into hers once again; that irresistible demon within him tempting her. "One thing we have to change, is your allegiance. I know you're a part of the Mist Village...but you don't have to be. Konoha is more than strong enough to repel anyone who would try to take you back. You could live here--with me--in Bai Don. It would be like...a permanent vacation, just for us. I mean, sure; we'd have to do missions for the village and the regular stuff, but think about it." His eyes were absolutely alight, almost on fire; his drive, this sudden enthusiasm would probably take her up with him like a storm. And slowly, almost subconsciously...they were drawing closer and closer. Before long, their touch, their smell...all those strange things that had drawn them so irresistibly before would begin to take hold of them once again. Magical, fleeting feelings that dance over their bodies like bright fireflies on a dark night. Mysterious to behold, but seemingly gone in an instant, only to be replaced by another equally mysterious feeling. His voice washed over her again like the softest of slik "Ruka...stay with me..."
[Mission Complete:1556800 Ryo Per Kleine/Lucifer]
Chakra: 500 Stats: 13/6 Rank: S-rank
Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 7:26 pm
Mood: Conflicted Location: Bai Don Thoughts: "I'm not.. I don't." Chakra Pool: 350/350 Crush: Lucifer Heiland
.::.Under this crushing wait, I'm sinking It never goes away, the thinking Echoes in empty rooms decaying Alone to face the rest of me
So long sentiment It doesn't matter now .::.
[Sage] ▬▬▬▬ [Chuunin] ▬▬▬▬ [ Konohagakure ]
R u k a R a n t o n Storm Lily
An unaware Ruka had her back turned in the direction in which Lucifer descended from that unseen stairwell. Unknowing of that slight hint of a grin that played at the corners of his lips as he walked over to her. A sudden familiar but intoxication tone caught her attention as her head slightly turned in its direction as the image of Lucifer filled those wicked eyes of hers. An arm placed around her waist as the two of them began to walk towards the exit of Bai Don or more so Lucifer pulled Ruka along with him. She just happened to not resist. Speaking on how she got here. Ruka was about to tell him how his summon had brought her here but the topic of discussion shifted. Eyes darting away from Lucifer's image as the words he spoke brought strange feelings forth from within. Feelings she still didn't understand completely herself. It was true. They never did get to finish their um.. conversation. It was then that Lucifer took a few quick step ahead of her which caused Ruka to stop in her own. Softened eyes glancing over towards the extended palm outstretched towards her only to see the massive front doors open with no one to push them. Following him outside those gates as they closed behind them. The moment they were out Lucifer's hand found her own. His touch was warm and electrifying and without realizing it for the first time Ruka was not sickened by the touch of another. Looking into those alluring eyes of his as they seemed to break though the digesting mask of hers. Tempting her. He was so very tempting.
A odd smile formed over Ruka's cherry pink lips. His words made her happy but also slightly sad as she realized even if she become part of Konoha no one would come after her to seek her return they simply would seek her death. Nothing more. No one cared for her there if anything they'd be happier that she was gone. Looking into those enchanting eyes as they had become alight, like a burning fire. His sudden enthusiasm overwhelmed her like a massive weave. The two of them drawing ever so close to one another. His touch even his smell simply drew her in to a point of no return. Then Lucifer asked her something she'd thought would never be words spoke to her by another human. Not in her life did she ever think she could have this sort of connection with someone and for the first time in years a overwhelming pile of emotions sprung from the lock and key Ruka kept them under. Warm liquid began to fall from her eyes as she body didn't know how to handle these emotions Lucifer had brought forth and the result was.. tears. Water dripped down her porcelain skin as Ruka slowly nodded her head, yes. Her hold on his hands tightening slightly as she turned her head away slightly so he didn't have to see her crying face. Never had she cried. Not that she could remember that is but somehow this man made her feel less like the monster she believed herself to be. "Y-yes." finally choking out the words though quite and delicate sobs.
.::. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I torturing myself? Inhaling all these memories Like a breath of fire sent from hell
Lucifer wasn't exactly the type for tears, but...watching her turn so delicate made emotions swell in his body that he hadn't felt in years. A strange sort of...butterflies-in-stomach, rising warmth hit him. Almost like he were stressed, but this was a different kind of feeling. Was he...nervous? Unsure of what was going to happen next? To feel these sorts of emotions at such a climatic moment wasn't exactly out of the question, but it was just so unfamiliar. Ever since that day, his mind had been numbed from emotions like this, but feeling them again--and in such a potency as this--kicked his mind into somewhat of a stimulated overdrive. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up off the ground with the strength of his arms. Pressing his forehead against hers, he could only grin broadly as he marched the two of them back into the house, the gates opening without a hand motion this time. "You don't need to cry, Ruka. This is wonderful...this is a beautiful thing, for both of us. I think I can say--honestly--that we've both been searching for this, for so very long...just give in." His voice, the once silky tone having switched ever so quickly. Temptation, desire...an ungodly, powerful yearning, almost pleading her to lower her defenses to him. It was so unrealistic, so alluring...the work of the Enemy. In so short a span of time from having him within his brain, Lucifer had gone from a tempting, attractive young man to the alluring devil himself. This strange energy that he now emitted was powerful, sexy, and most of all...irresistible. As he walked her through the halls, she would perhaps begin to feel intoxicated by this strange, mesmerizing aura of his.
Or perhaps, it was all of her inhibition leaving of her free will? Maybe--deep in the recesses of her heart--she truly craved this. This feeling of extreme closeness, a contact so intimate that even clothes didn't seem to matter. A level of intimacy so perfect, so surreal that it was only mentioned in the fantasy aisle of a library. And yet, here they were.
Ruka would feel her back gently press against something; the door to Lucifer's somewhat expansive chambers. His gazed into her eyes once again, that milky, golden-brown hue now radiating with a special kind of excitement. As his face inched closer and closer to hers, his beautiful irises would seem to get...smaller and smaller. Until finally--for the first time--their lips connected. An extremely hot feeling would begin in the middle of Lucifer's shoulderblades, spreading across his entire body like a wildfire as he gripped her tighter, leaning into the kiss with a new sort of ferocity. The heat of her body, intertwining with his within this fiery energy they now shared...they may as well have been naked already. Seemingly on cue, the door to his chambers swung open, allowing them free passage into the spacious room. Once they'd entered, it would gently close behind them for a helpful hint of privacy.
With the moment consuming him, Lucifer pressed her frame against the wall, each shared connection igniting him, rushing his body with a powerful, almost mystical energy. With his powerful frame to support her against the wall, his hands were easily freed. He closed in, running his lips down the side of her neck as his hands worked along her body, each touch blasting her with waves of euphoria; pure ecstasy.
The shinobi of this world had one thing right; Lucifer was really the devil.
Chakra: 500 Stats: 13/6 Rank: S-rank
Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 1:51 pm
Mood: Heated Location: Bai Don Thoughts: "..." Chakra Pool: 350/350 Crush: Lucifer Heiland
.::.Under this crushing wait, I'm sinking It never goes away, the thinking Echoes in empty rooms decaying Alone to face the rest of me
So long sentiment It doesn't matter now .::.
[Sage] ▬▬▬▬ [Chuunin] ▬▬▬▬ [ Konohagakure ]
R u k a R a n t o n Storm Lily
The woman before Lucifer was slowly breaking down. The mask she wore to not only keep others away but to keep herself away from them would began to crack and slowly start to fall apart before her eyes. Her once unbreakable mask would be destroyed by only one. Only him. Tears still streamed down her tender skin as the backs of her hands worked to remove the salty water from her flesh. Vulnerable before him as that once distance aura was replaced with something much different, warm. Accepting. Hating the fact that he was looking at her in such a ugly state Ruka would hide her face from his sight. As the tears seemed to just keep coming. Shoulders shaking as the attempt to regain control over these sudden emotions seemed to be failing. 'You kept us locked away for to long, we want out!' Then the sudden feeling of strength and warmth could be felt around her curvy waist as Lucifer took hold of her. Her body lifting up off the ground as her toes were the last to suspend into the air. Finger tips softly pressed into Lucifer's chest as she was held against him. Foreheads pressing against one another as it was hard for Ruka to look at this alluring man before her. Noticing his broad grin however as the feeling of movement consumed her. They were moving forward but to where Ruka did not know or care. All she cared about was these gorgeous eyes she looked into.
Lucifer's voice spoke out as she listened to his words. That once silky tone switched into something much darker. Temptation and desire filled his tone as that voice pulled at her caged up heart. How could a voice be so ungodly powerful? Cherry lips slowly parted as her own voice escaped into the room. "Searching for.. looking for.. wanting.." desire filled words dripped from her lips. Lush and enchanting her tone was as her voice was faintly above a whisper as it caressed his ear. This strange energy that he now emitted was powerful, sexy and most of all irresistible. He effected her so to the point she felt as if the room would start spinning. Like she had been poisoned by him.
It was growing harder to breath the longer Ruka remained in his arms and in the back of her mind she wondered, 'Do I effect him in the same way he effected me?' This swirl of dizzy intoxication that flowed from his body like milk and honey. This.. connection she felt with Lucifer. Oh how she wanted it to be true and real and not just a sudden inflect of emotional mix-ups. Love? Ruka wasn't sure but all she was this was the closest she had even been with another. Wanting him near and the closest she could possibly have him.
Gently something solid pressed into her back, a door. Her gaze quickly moved onto Lucifer as he was already gazing into her eyes once again. Enchanting violet red hue looked into those milky, golden- brown eyes that now radiating with a special kind of excitement within. His face inched closer and closer towards her own, those beautiful irises would only get smaller with each movement he made towards her. Then like a explosion their lips connected. A heated connection as flesh touched flesh and a tightness formed in her chest. A heated sensation crept across her skin as Lucifer's hold tightened. Breathless. Leaning into the kiss as it deepened their connection but part of her was afraid. If she held on tightly would he slip though her grasp? The solid presents that once supported her vanished as the doors swung open behind her and in fear of falling Ruka took hold of Lucifer's arms, up towards his bicep. Hearing the faint closing of the door behind them as Lucifer moved forward bringing them into the room.
Ruka found herself pressed up against something solid again and this time it happened to be a wall. Her frame pressed against it as surprise and a slight feeling of excitement rushed over her. Even with this kiss Ruka felt as if her body would ignite. Explode into flames under his intoxicating gaze. Slender legs tighten around Lucifer's waist as a heated look lingered in those enchanting eyes of hers. Eyes like that of stained glass that could shatter with the slightest of touches. The two of them were so close and due to this closeness it was easy for Lucifer's lips to travel down from her lips and across the pale skin of her neck. Chill swept over her skin and with every single touch that came from him weaves of euphoria blasted into her body. The feeling of pure ecstasy. Strong. Strong enough to cause Ruka's breathing patterns to become rigid and resemble almost like that of panting. Fingerings digging into the flesh of his arms as his lips along with his hands traveled across her body. "Lucifer..." Ruka said in a breathless tone. This was moving so fast but one thing was for sure.
There was no getting away from this; Devil.
.::. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I torturing myself? Inhaling all these memories Like a breath of fire sent from hell
At that moment--with their bodies so viciously intertwined--the devil closed in. Wrapping his arms tightly around her once again, Lucifer would lift Ruka from the wall, carrying her over to what would likely be the most spacious bed she'd ever seen. A hot pulse seemed to pump through his body, almost every second, like a ferocious, driving rhythm. Every muscle in his body felt like it was a hundred degrees, and the man had a strange sort of...cold, yet hot feeling directly underneath the surface of his skin. This was lust. In it's purest, most primal form. Something the two had hungered for so long, now being dangled in front of them like meat before a lion. Able to resist this feral hunger no longer, he closed in. Leaning into her once again, he whispered into her ear, his words conveying such a strong sense of yearning that even he was surprised. One hand was busy undoing the laces of her clothing, while the other...was sending waves of euphoria to her mind in a way that only the mind can properly orchestrate. These waves of pleasure had turned into sudden, vicious jolts of extreme, sensitive feeling. Such a feeling would almost make her squirm, try to get away, but this was irresistible. "I want you, Ruka....I want every part of you..." He leaned in, closer and closer, until their bodies were so close that nothing stood between them. Somehow--in the span of all that--Lucifer had unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side of the room.
They were so close; even simple words like skin-to-skin could hardly describe it. The raw feeling of heat, the powerful exchange of an energy you could find nowhere else. It was this level of connection they'd been searching for, for such a long time...and here they were. Slipping his hands around her, Lucifer would grip her tightly to him as he undid her bra, letting the useless piece of cloth and metal fall to the floor beside them. For a short while, he would simply hold her close, a brief respite from the rush of feeling and craving the two had been so long deprived. "I want you to be mine, and only mine...I guess I'm just a little greedy like that, huh?" At this, the man could only chuckle a little. For such a brief time, their moment had transformed, but it wasn't unwarranted; for both of them, this was a new kind of discovery. Were they doing this out of lust? Was it simply their bodies that had attracted each other so ferociously, or was it something more? Furious, carnal sex wasn't going to answer that question, and they both knew that.
But hey...better enjoy the ride while it's here, eh'? Without hesitation, he would move ever closer, pushing her back down to the bed once again. Using his psychic abilities, he subtly made quick work of any clothing on their lower halves...it was just them now, completely unbound. Edging her up, closer and closer to the headboard, the devil would wrap one more victim in his clutches, showing her just how alluring and tempting the dark side could really be.
Pressing his body into hers--truly--the lights would seem to dim, almost as though a figment of his will alone. But just because you couldn't see it...didn't mean the maids from down the hall weren't going to talk about it for the next two weeks after. Sometimes, hearing was well more than enough.
-Timeskip-
Chakra: 500 Stats: 13/6 Rank: S-rank
Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 8:15 pm
Mood: Bewildered Location: Bai Don Thoughts: "I want you..just you." Chakra Pool: 350/350
.::.Under this crushing wait, I'm sinking It never goes away, the thinking Echoes in empty rooms decaying Alone to face the rest of me
So long sentiment It doesn't matter now .::.
[Sage] ▬▬▬▬ [Chuunin] ▬▬▬▬ [ Konohagakure ]
R u k a R a n t o n Storm Lily
Lucifer had already seemed so close. Body melting close, so how was it possible that he managed to inch himself even closer? He wasn't just become closer to her body.. no it was her heart that he was warming up too. That cage that protected her slowly started to brake apart.. bit by.. bit. Not only did Lucifer manage to break her mask he was beginning to work at the thing she protected the most. A sudden fear swelled up within her. Lucifer could end up destroying Ruka all together and this, scared her. Entrusting herself to someone was truly terrifying for her but as those gentle arms wrapping around her tightly all those fears seemed to melted away. Being lifted from the wall by his strong grasp and carried across the room. Her body was placed against soft fabric as Ruka found herself on the biggest bed she had ever seen or um.. been in. Her body throbbed with a heated pulse like a fever that spread within her. Quickened breath and a clouded look in her eyes that expressed only one emotion, lust. Ruka could see it in his eyes was well. Eyes that lusted after her. His enticing body leaned into her own again as a whisper greeted her ears. The yearning in his voice was so clear a hard and heavy 'thumb' could be felt in her own chest. Her heart skipping a beat at the words that followed that lusting tone. Ruka could feel his hands as they began to undo the laces that kept her clothing up but it was his free hand that would be her undoing. Sending waves of euphoria to her mind. Waves of pleasure crashing into her like the weaves of the ocean but those weave would switch into sudden jolts of extreme sensitive feelings. Twitching under his touch due to her bodies sudden sensitivity as it become almost painful. Her arms shifted upwards as her finger tips gently brushed along Lucifer's jaw line. "and I want you..Lucifer.. more then I have ever wanted anybody." speaking in a softened tone as he leaned in, closer. It was at this point their bodies were tangled into one another. Feeling his bare chest up against her, enjoying the warmth it brought her.
Ruka could feel every line and curve across Lucifer's body. They were so very close. This. Ruka had been searching for this.. this connection with someone. It was so clear the moment the two had met and yet she tried to deny it. There was no denying it now. One more article of clothing left her body as it was tossed over the edge of the bed and out of sight. Ruka would then find herself being held by Lucifer for a short while. A intermission from those rush of feelings the two were consumed with. Leaning into Lucifer as Ruka rested her head against his firm shoulder. Lips softly brushing against the side of his neck as a tingling sensation lingered across that delicate flesh. "I.. only.. want to be yours." and with each spoke word from Ruka her lips faintly brushed across Lucifer's skin. There was no turning back now. Ruka wanted this connection she felt with Lucifer to be more then this lust she felt towards him or was her foolish heart getting ahead of itself? Only time would tell. Then he moved forward pushing her back down towards the bed once again. Her silky white locks spread across the bed sheets under her as clothes no longer claimed her body. Her visible eye narrowed gently as her gaze drifted up towards him. Shifting closer and closer towards the headboard that marked the top of the bed. Ruka would find herself catch in the clutches of the devil himself. Consumed in the alluring and tempting pleasures brought to her by him.
-Timeskip 'Next morning?'-
Tired eyes slowly fluttered open as the sudden overwhelming urge to awaken overtook her body. Her vision cloudy at first but as it cleared up Lucifer's face came into view and the events from that night quickly flooded her mind. A soft expression moved across Ruka's face as she slowly lifted up her head to get a better look at him. Slowly she would inch closer to the sleeping Lucifer the sound of shifting sheets filling the silent room as a gentle kiss was placed against his cheek but then Ruka would turn her head slightly to the side moving towards his lips as she gently kissed him. God he was so beautiful. Slowly she would start to pull away feeling slightly embarrassed by her own actions.
.::. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I torturing myself? Inhaling all these memories Like a breath of fire sent from hell
( Bow chika wow wow all over my palace floors doe dramallama )
Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 10:30 am
As soon as Ruka kissed Lucifer on the lips once again, she would find herself unable to move. His eyes peeked open, a warm smile and a soft voice greeting her this lovely morning, his arm resting gently over her shoulder. "Hey...it's morning already, I see." Summoning his clothes from seemingly nowhere, the would land on his feet, on top of the comforter. "Normally, the cleaning lady ghosts on through and sorts the clothes, but...hehe.." He chuckled a little before continuing, the slightest hints of a blush on his face, "I guess we made just a little too much noise last night. They must have assumed we were killing each other or something." That wasn't to say that they had raunchy, porno sex; in fact, it was the most pleasurable experience Lucifer had ever had in his life. But it was by no means something out of a long-moustache eighties nudie flick.
Lucifer would sit up in the bed, somehow magically willing his clothes to him, dressing up somewhat like Iron Man. For a short while, he would simply lay back down, looking into her eyes for just that one moment longer. He needed to...he needed this. "How interesting...in just a few short days, a first glance can turn into this...how mysterious humans and fate really are." But that reminded him of something. After getting to his feet abruptly, Lucifer would then transport her clothes to her in the same fashion he'd done to himself. "As much as I would love to spend another day in that bed with you, Ruka...there is something we have to discuss. When you're ready, we'll head to the dining hall for breakfast, eh?" Such a warm, welcoming voice...how could she say no?
