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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 10:43 pm
Three swords lay on the training rooms floor.
One sword speaks, not words, not actions. It simply speaks.
Ears hear nothing, body feels nothing, soul touches everything.
"My power is not yours." Is all riot can hear.
That same sentence all day. Hes sick of it and its starting to turn into a maniac. Hes fought all day in the simulator, countless battles with made up demons and simulated U.H assassinations. Hes tired, his wounds stopped healing hours ago. And now he sits patiently. Anger and desperation gone out of his body; now all that is there is patience. Sitting on the floor cross legged, he does not listen and he does not speak. He just sits, not waiting or anticipating nor does he focus. He has let go, the walls of this room do not confine him. The ceiling does not hold his spirit to the ground. Three swords and one soul...
Two hours have passed, and nothing. No sound, the room is empty and nothing is near enough to be heard. No light, only darkness and with eyes close it wouldnt matter. He cant even hear his brain anymore. No silent pleading to move, no silent wishes to hear. His heart wants nothing and his mind knows nothing. A vessel waiting to be filled, but content with its emptiness. There is no Riot, there is no man. There is no room. There is no light. Only the darkness. Three swords and one soul, one sword vanishes. Two swords and one soul...
Five hours have passed. The darkness is darker and the sounds have been replaced the ringing of emptiness. There is nothing, yet in this darkness there is everything. There are answers, there are questions, there are endings and there are beginnings. Yet, there is no Riot. There is a soul waiting to be touched, waiting to know what lies here. Time has stopped, yet it is omni present, watching from the side lines; no longer nessecary. Days have passed, and yet not a second could be counted. There are two swords and one soul, one sword vanishes. The sword and one soul...
Something shifts, not time, not gravity, not space, not light, not sound; but there is something new. There is a vibration in the air, it gently rocks something inside the soul. Like a switch to open the vessel. Darkness pours in and yet in that darkness there is a small light. It would be unfair though to call it a light, just simply something luminous. It does not enter, but instead it makes its presence known, that it was always there. One sword vanishes. Two souls...
"Masamune. Riot weilder." It is a whisper at best.
"Masamune name. Riot is wielder." Its louder but still a whisper.
"Masamune is my name. Riot is nothing more than my wielder." A purposeful elegant voice.
"Masamune has always been my name. Riot has never been my master."
"Masamune is my name. Who is Riot?" A question. How does the darkness answer?
"Riot is the vessel, brought about by time to carry the darkness."
"Then what am i, if not a vessel for darkness?" A question.
"You are Masamune." The answer.
"Can you control my power?" A question.
"Can we control our power?" A question.
"No, but we can unleash it." The answer.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 3:07 am
He'd of dismissed himself as well form Maya's presence and assumed the Lady Draega would of done what was best for her at the moment. He'd ascended the spiraling stairs, though he wouldn't take the right or left but instead the center. Each time he'd step a transparent but luminescent step would solidify under his foot and disappear without his pressure. He'd come to the end of the red carpet nearly a three-hundred yards from the start and push the large double gothic doors aside, forcing the iron of the door to creek as they opened for him and thundered as they'd slam shut behind him. Muramasa was still in his hand; he hadn't let go of her in quite some time. Muramasa had demanded they bond once more if he was to continue to bear her. He'd finally just toss her, sheathed, on to the black satin of his rather large and obviously luxurious bed. He'd grab the Victorian iron chair from beside his bed and swing it around in front of the oddly placed mirror across from his bed. He wouldn't look to himself, but rather the woman sitting next to Muramasa on his bet of whom seemed a bit frustrated. She was rather beautiful, too beautiful for him in his own opinion. She wasn't all that short, perhaps 5'8'' with pale, yet smooth skin, the kind that'd let off a shine in the light. She wore a long violet dress that remained tight along her torso, forcing quite a bit of cleavage in to view as it tied in the back and would flow like silk from his waist. Her hair was long and black with very few curls cascading down over her shoulders. Her lips were thick, plump, colored amethyst with lipstick. Her face was flawless, like that of a 20-year old supermodel with deep golden hues. Her nails were painted the same golden hue as hers eyes to help bring out their tone.
Kain would simply sigh as he sat backwards on the chair and let his arms hang dead as his chin would rest on the back of the chair. One might fight it strange, though, that when he spoke with her his attitude would completely change, even so far as how deep his voice now was along with the borderline English accent accompanying it. "You can feel them too, can't you? I doubt you'd be here otherwise." His eyes were, through the mirror's powers, smack dab on her.
"Your words seemed a bit cold, Kain. In our time together have you grown to loathe me more than love me?" She'd chuckle a bit as she'd shift on the bed, slightly running her hands up and down the sheathe that kept her warm and safe. "To answer your question: Yes, I can feel your friend...Kain, please, don't allow him to---" Her dainty fingers would soon grip the silk sheets of his bed as harsh words would hit her.
"To what, slip down Mictian's path!? What happened to that man is both sad and pathetic, but it only happened because YOU could not merge with ME to simply subdue Mictian and help him rather than KILL HIM because of your petty fear of Masamune!" He'd growl and turn his chair, and as he would his right eye would again become an orb of black with a swirling scarlet pentagram. He could see her now, without the aid of the mirror. "He's losing himself and giving in to Masamune's will. Soon enough, just like Mictian, he'll be no more than a remnant of his old self and instead a pitiful creature of Darkness, and in the end, it'll be up to me to strike down my friend once more. Am I correct?"
She would sigh, but nod. "It is your duty, Kain. If you wish to have me, then you must have my trust; I useless to anyone whom I don't see fit to wield me. Your vow to me was to keep this world in Order, Kain. That means that you can't allow for dark tyrants like Mictian and Tempest to rise up, nor can you allow Murasame to ever rid this world of all it's evil ---" Again, she'd be cut off.
"I'm getting the same lecture I initially got centuries ago and every damned decade since!? This is the same dribble that led to the end of one of my only true friends, someone who saw eye to eye with me, someone I could go have a drink with...you don't care, though. It's not your job to care. You weren't MADE to care. You're just a tool for someone like me to keep the balance...you seek Order, which can only be maintained with the balance, and I seek Chaos, which can only be found in trying to maintain Order. I still to this day love the irony of it all." Finally, after so much tension, they'd both begin with a chuckle that would escalate in to a cackle from each of them. He'd stand up and plop down on the bed beside her, still laughing with his face in the sheets.
She'd try to cover her mouth, but she couldn't help it. They should hate each other, but in the end, they made the perfect duo trough his said irony. Her bare feet would kick in the air a couple of times as she laughed before falling back her own self next to him. "Sometimes I forgot who I'm talking to...my apologies, Dark Lord Kain." She'd snicker a bit more, then jump to her feet and curtsy to him.
He'd grin and slide off the bed to his feet and approach his old-as-dirt record player and set the needle gently upon the record, and soon enough Voltaire's "When You're Evil" would serenade the room and he'd bow to her before he'd take one dainty hand in to his own and begin to lead her in a dance. "So be it. If Riot's so weak as to give in to the will of an inanimate object then he doesn't deserve it's power, and if that means losing his life whilst losing said power, so be it! I'm not hear to make friends and save lives, I'm here to simply...protect?"
She'd snicker and allow him to lead (he'd improved over the past few centuries thank God) and snicker as he spoke of "protecting." "Oh yes, I'm sure that's the word for what you do. At least this time you're not sticking your head out in the open to be cut by the guillotine formed by those who oppose your ambitions."
Of course he could lead! He'd watched a video on how to and everything! That aside, he'd dip her for a moment, then bring her back up and throw back his raven locks dramatically. "Did you think I hadn't learned a damn thing from the first Black Rose's failure? I knew I'd failed it, hence why I was the one to end it with Mictian's death! And I turned right back around and took Tempest's life with that moron Viper's aide, and in the end, I killed him as well! It was all necessary just so I could one day resurrect Black Rose and get it RIGHT!"
She'd lose a bit of air with the dip, not quite expecting it of him and giggle a bit to herself as he spoke of his...accomplishments. "If I may speak, it also helps that Murasame is in the hands of a lovely young lady as opposed to that tavern-wench of a thing Annika. She'll never forgive you for disgracing her like that my love, I do hope you know this."
And the two would go on dancing and speaking of old times, once again becoming one. In the end, this would mean Kain's power would skyrocket and Muramasa's power would become nearly infinite.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 12:41 pm
This was the seventh simulation. Riot Vs. Niak. Every time he could get close enough to strike with Masamune, hed just glitter step. The first few times he didnt even noticed until Niak's blade was on the back of his neck. Defeated seven different times! The latest failure came exactly as it did in their orginal fight, the threat for maria.
"You know i can protect her right?" That voice again, from the inside this time.
"I dont want anything, not even you touching her. She's dead let her remain that way." Riot spoke as he typed in the specifications for this fight.
"Well at least let me teach you the Shadow Techniques." The voice sighed at the end, as if it were tired of watching him fight.
"Why didnt you teach me those seven simulations ago?!" Riot yelled.
"....." Nothing but offended silence.
"Sorry" Riot spoke low.
"Just shut up and let me show you. Touch me to the simulator pad."
Riot unsheated Masamune and touched the tip of the blade to the keyboard. A black spark flew from the hilt, led itself down the blade and into the panel. Then the room was black. Inside the darkness there was a luminous shape, taking the form of a man. No, it was a woman. That didnt make sense he didnt, the simulator wasnt programmed for women. Demons, Niak and Men. That was the programmed list of opponents. Then there is was, the glint of light of a weapon. Riot quickly reached for Masamune, but she wasnt there anymore. He dropped low into a fighters stance and waited for the figure to make a move. All he could see was the flash of perfectly white teeth, the lips made it form a toothy smirk. The blade flashed again and then disappeared, but the figure was still there. Riot quickly jumped forward by a foot and turned around catching an arm that was in mid swing. Yet, it was the wrong arm. The blade flashed right in front of his eye, the same time the arm tugged itself from his strong grasp. Then there was something sweeping his legs out from under him, he jumped so that he wouldnt fall but something stopped his jump and he landed on his back anyway.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Riot screamed jumping back up.
"Me." The voice was familiar, so familiar that it sent a shiver up his spine.
There was a light then, followed by a face. Perfect black night hair, to neck length; eyes with shadow black iris's. The other features need not be noted by Riot, he knows them. This is the face of Maria. ((I explained the face, but the body including the wings is maria to a T. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v730/acethediceman/saveme.jpg ))
"Maria?" Riot swore the assassin in the simulator killed him there.
"Yes." She leaned in her body draping over him better than a silk sheet. Her lips inches from his and then he saw it, fangs. He tried to jump but instead of moving, he felt and hand slid up his neck to his cheek. A thumb caressed his skin as Riot tried to get away
"Miss me?" Maria said. Riot's eye bulged and then the thumb was replaced by a hard slap, that damn near tore his head off. Maria didnt jump or move , she just wasnt there.
"MARIA IS DEAD!" That voice was so harsh it took him back to her grave.
But it made him stand up and and scream so loud, his demons fled him. His eyes turned blacker than any darkness. Then something inside him moved. Not his body but him, he moved. He sat right there in front of maria for second before she saw him. He turned around and saw his body standing, there eyes black; it was empty though because he was right here. His fist cocked by and slammed into maria's stomach, so hard she choked on air.
"Masamune, i will destroy you entirely if you ever..." He stopped realized his body wasnt behind him anymore it was there entirely. He was one again. He grabbed her by the chin and brought her eye level. " Ever let my wifes name slip from your lip's." He pushed her back but then she was upon him again. Behind him arms drapped around his shoulders.
"That Riot, is a Shadow soul." She kissed the back of his neck and light flooded the room.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 4:32 pm
Kain was asleep now with Muramasa actually in the bed with him, in both inanimate and animate form. To him, it was like sleeping with two women at once! ---One of which couldn't fondle you given it's form and the other of which refused to fondle you because of past trauma. But hey, they were close again and that's really all that mattered.
Now, the problem with creating a D-Angel Technique is the actual creation itself. Until they become flawless, Kain would only use these techniques n a private area meant just for such tests. Now he was taking it a step up from simply unstable techniques to unstable techniques that could walk, talk and think. He never had a problem with the D-Angel: Kamikaze clones - they shared identical minds, and thus they knew why there were there and what they needed to do. Niak was another story, though. Sure, he and Kain shared the same powers so long as it didn't involve light, and even though they shared the same mind Niak seemed to have developed his own thinking pattern the more and more he was let out, and to Kain's unnerving surprise, Niak had begun to form himself through his own will rather than Kain's, something Kain found to be extremely dangerous.
This was one of those times when a black puddle of scentless miasma would seep from Kain on to the floor and materialize itself in to Niak. He'd look to his "Master" and unable to see Lady Muramasa, see this "superior being" sleeping with a sword, which he himself felt unnerving. He'd scoff at the site of it and make his way through the doors of the room and slowly walk the halls of the mansion with his torn trench coat swaying in an inexistent breeze with each step. The girl "Maya" had interested him earlier, though he found no need for such conflict at the time. Instead, he'd focus on the source of Darkness that couldn't help but spew it's negative energy all over the place without control. He'd seep through cracks and phase through walls as he made his way to the simulator, wondering what this brainless source was that couldn't mask itself. He'd come upon the simulator soon enough and run his claws about it creating a noise so high-pitched and shrill you'd never hear it but your ears would still bleed. He'd come to the door of the item and again run his claws down it as he was now aware the source was in here, though, he felt an odd sense of similarity between this source and the energy Kain's sword gave out. A long, fine-toothed grin would cross over his pale lips as he'd press his hands to the door, just waiting for a chance. He knew it was Masamune, a sword he felt he should rightfully own given his nature. This was the key difference in the thinking pattern of Kain and Niak; the lust for power and greed that filled Niak had been discarded by Kain long ago...and he was bored of Kain's new outlook on life. But, to free himself from Kain, he'd need another source of tremendous power, like that of Masamune...but like Kain, he knew how to wait and bide his time until the moment was right to strike.
And he, unlike that sword, could mask his negative influences flawlessly. He could move through the air like a heavy mist and distort the mind in to thinking he wasn't there at all. Niak, was in essence, the true Nosferatu side of Kain, though it wasn't just a glorified title for a vampire, it was a title for someone that could put any other creature of darkness to shame.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 5:11 pm
"Nice. Sorry if i..." Riot look confused for a moment. "Hurt you?"
"It's ok, i provoked it. Though next time ill fight back." She whispered.
They had stopped training for a while and were just sitting in the dark. It was comforting to be in the fake marias presence. Though it was strange, Masamune carried Maria's body with more confidence than maria had. In a way it almost made him forget that maria had ever been so unsure of herself all the time.
"We should begin work on the next technique. " She said calmly into his ear.
"What is it?" Riot rolled his head to the side looking at her.
"If i just told you how would you learn? But i will tell you now its going to be painful." She stood up and asked that he do the same.
"Great. Pain with out love...pain.. cant get enough." Masamune looked at him strangely.
"One of the best bands to come out of earths history. Well maybe not best but i like em." She shook her head and laughed darkly.
There was a bottle of water sitting on the floor, it was half empty; but the water inside was vibrating. Riot didnt feel anything, but he heard something. Like a buzz, it pained his ears. He looked to Masamune and she only humped her shoulder. His ears began ache and then after a moment he just moved his hands and comanded the shadows to show him the source. The room flickered away and in its place there came light. Though i cannot call it light, just less dark i supposed. But the darkness twitched in the direction of the annoyance. He knew this presence he had trained with it all day.
"Were being interuppted." He smiled.
"Its ok, we need the real one anyway." Masamune, in its blade form flew from across the room and into his palm, riot jumped the sheath to his back and the expossed blade of Masamune looked beautiful to him.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 5:32 pm
One, for the moment, would only hear foot steps, distant but never seeming to draw any closer no matter how many it'd take. The light would irritate him of course thus he'd drown it out, forcing negative energy to complete swallow and dominate the light.
"I'm surprised it was the boy that caught on before you, Toy." His voice would seem to come from every angle, to deep to consider it human. "It's disappointing to know I'm seeking a tool of...ignorance. Just to congratulate you boy, I'll show you a trick that pathetic blade couldn't. Human eyes, no matter how hard they try and may evolve, will never see darkness in clarity like I do. But, there is a light seen only in Hell that could illuminate any further paths for you." He'd then snicker to himself, though it'd sound to dark, too deep to be anything less then a true laugh in the name of ignorance and it's simplicity. "There are actually two lights, two forms of illumination. The first you ought to know well enough by now." With that, the walls of the simulator would catch fire, though they'd burn nothing, simply illuminate. He'd still hide himself in the form a shadow moving about the flames. "Primitive humans first used fire as a means of warmth, though they learned it carries the ability to light the darkness before them and harm those they wish to harm. But, there is another light, a light that humanity has forgotten, one that when seen should make even the mightiest of warriors fall to their knees and cry. Of course this means such a light carries power with it...one that cannot be harnessed, but can be summoned." A crack in the simulator would appear, one with a white light seeming to slip out of it. "I'll show you this light, boy. I'll show you how to keep that sword of your at bay if you wish, but I warn you, if you're not prepared to enter in to the depths of Hell themselves, a Hell that has nothing to do with fire and brimstone but rather your own personal fear then I'll take the sword from you now to prevent any catastrophes from a boy and his inability to use a toy correctly."
(To try and get a real feel for Niak's voice, try to imagine, if you've ever been privileged enough to see it, the Lord of Darkness from Ridley Scott's "Legend.")
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 6:42 pm
"Should we end him now?" Riot spoke. No confidence in his voice only certainty.
"No itll save time if you let him speak." She said looking at him.
Riot sheated Masamune quickly and just looked at Niak. Masamune quivered a bit in her sheath, she could feel Riots anger. Though in truth Niak was only a tool himself. He was never mad at Niak for the fight he was mad at Kain.
"Fine, youve got my undivided attention. Anything funny and i wont hesitate to end whatever kind of life you live."
Riot said as he walked towards the crack in the wall. To prove his new found power, he refilled the room with darkness. So black it defied the color scale, black so absent of color or light it was almost scary to him. All except the crack though, that he couldnt cover and in truth he didnt want to cover it; it was the way to knowledge.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 7:28 pm
"If I die, boy, I will come back. I always do, don't I? You've seen it first hand; I am the definition of Immortal." What was initially wrong with this picture is the fact Niak shouldn't have memories such as the death of another clone and re-surfacing. Not that anyone could worry about it for right now.
Again, one could hear the distant footsteps, though something would finally block the light. It'd seem to move about it here and there before the wall would finally split open to reveal a long hallway lined with frozen metal pipes somehow giving off steam while snow seemed to fall from the air. The light he'd spoken of would glare off of each item with a blue tint, blue as if they were near the beginning of a flame. It was a light that was freezing cold to be in the midst of rather than warm, on that seemed to peek out through each crack of darkness. Niak would slowly make his way along the metal grates that made up the floor hovering over and endless abyss, taking his time for them to enjoy something he doubted they'd ever comprehend.
"Try your powers, boy. Try to put an end to these lights; try to prove your power over the light that He controls." He'd given them one of the only hints he was willing to pass along in that statement and he was waiting to see just how wrong they'd take it.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:38 pm
Riot thought for a moment. He noted something that Niak had said for later.
"Yes i heard him too." Masamune said.
"Extinguish the light?" Riot didnt need to even unsheath Masamune for this feat. He held his hand out infront of him and all the shadows from the other room slithered like snakes into the palm of his hands. Someone watching would think that his shadow had eaten him. Riot sunk into the floor slowly, and the shadows began to crawl the floor slowly. Then they reached the walls. Covering everything. This room was soon as black as the other. Though Riot for the first time felt as though the light was burning him. Soon he took shape again and commanded the shadows retreat.
"What is this?" Riot asked
"Dont ask me, im not in charge of today lesson." Masamune laughed mockingly.
"Explain..." Riot said his gaze shifting from the pipes to Niak.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:02 pm
Don't ask where it came from, but Niak would take a bite from the juicy piece of watermelon in his hand. He'd chew slowly as and sigh as he let the arrogant boy have his fun in trying to deny Hell it's light. Once he'd of taken the second bite the boy would of begun to talk again, which was kind of annoying. He'd swallow and as the watermelon had appeared it'd disappear.
"What is it you want me to explain? Do you expect me to come at you with some brilliant revelation; do you expect this light to be some form of God that cannot be extinguished or some other just as radical story?" He'd snicker to himself and point to the double wooden doors at the end of the hallway, though the hallway would seem to grow another 500 meters the moment his index claw would extend out and the crack would slam shut behind them. They were trapped in his world now, just how he wanted it. He'd place his palms to the cold pipes as he'd slowly walk towards the doors that never seemed to draw any closer to them.
"Tell me boy, where do you think we are right now?" This was his second clue. It'd be easy enough to figure out if he'd seen all the right horror movies in the world, particularly those of Clive Barker's making.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 1:30 pm
::Maya would notice that her Lady was not talking perhaps she was training in her mind? Watching as Kain would walk away she would simply place her hand over the floor barbed wire would shoot out of the palm of her hand and sink she then start to slowly pull her hand up as she did Michelle would start to rise from the floor the barbed wire would sink back into her hands as arms would cross over her chest. "We will have to be careful what we say or do around him my pet" Golden hues would give off a slight glow as she to would turn around and head to the guest bedroom which seemed to look as if it would was her lab? Odd....all of her stuff was here including most of her servants how very odd indeed Overlord Kain was sure a marvelous man though she wouldn't want to get on his bad side.
Michelle would twitch-walk next to the others as they all would just stop moving and stand limp arms at awkward angles almost as if they were those robot type dancers that suddenly died. She would look in her mirror and take out those braids letting those silvery purple locks fall like silk down her shoulders she would put on a light purple nightgown and open her room door carefully stepping lightly onto the floor, the luxurious carpet felt nice underneath her bare feet she walked down the staircase and stopped something felt odd and she couldn't exactly place it, perhaps she was being paranoid? She would go into the kitchen to carefully make her self some black tea to calm those nerves. "I hope Overlord Kain doesn't mind me using his kitchen" She would summon up a barbed wire tea pot and a coffee up you would think having a barbed wire tea pot would spill right? Nope! This tea pot she had for years and it never made the tea gross or did it ever spill as for the cup? It had never cut her. She would form a chair from that wire and sit down waiting for her tea::
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:49 pm
"I really dont know. Really though its how much i should care that concerns you." Riot's temper was short, training all day and then this B.S was annoying. He wished Niak would either begin his would be attack or actually teach him something. Though either one was fine. Truth be told though the darker part of him wished it would be the second. He needed some real experience in the dark side of the...-force? rofl - of the arts. He moved over a bit looking at Niak then the pipes again. Strange how the light looked so alive yet dead at the same time. It wasn't normal light. Then something hit him. If there were different kinds of lights, there had to be different kinds of dark. Maybe this wasn't a lesson about the lights at all.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:14 pm
Dark was dark and light was light. It was all a matter of the source of said entities and energies. Niak, for instance, was Darkness given what God supposably gave humanity.
"This, boy, is Hell. Well, rather it's a passage in to Hell. Think boy: Was Lucifer not an angel once; was he not a being of Light? When he fell, did that not mean his light feel with him?" He'd chuckle to himself, still making his way towards the door that never drew any nearer. "Light cannot be dismissed. Even when you close your eyes you see shimmers of different colors, and color is nothing more than light's reflection. I want you to think of Lucifer's fall in a new light of it's own; when he was cast from God's good graces for his rebellion, did he lose anything more than his right to serve in Heaven? Of course not. Instead he was bestowed the gift of reigning in Hell. Would a creature of such egotism not create his own light as well, a light opposite of his former Master's? A light that shuns rather than welcomes, a light that is cold to the touch rather than warm?" He'd then turn to Riot, his face simply phasing to the back of his head as he continued walking, looking at the boy with glowing crimson hues through long strings of raven hair. "Please tell me you're understanding me?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:41 pm
"Lucifer was not in anyway punished. Instead he was given freedom. Lucifer used this oppertunity to create hell and this form of light. Which is nothing but a inverse of gods light." He looked at Niak and then around them.
"So how does this apply to me?" Masamune had been quite the entire time and wondered what she was thinking. Riot just continued to follow Niak, noticing the passageway to hell wasnt really all that bad. Like going through a long basement corridor. He had seen worse in Kain's mansion. "Also what i dont understand is how can new light be created. I mean i know Lucifer is powerful, but... I dont know just seems illogical." This was coming from a person that still didnt understand exactly how is MicroW balls worked. Though he did have intelligence just not scientifically or theologically.
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