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|Subject Post 1Subject: Burning Clash Against The Darkness [ Private ] Fri Jun 06, 2014 5:32 am|| |
Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Tansaku - Word Count: 1695
A dog that barks came to the bite. New York city, a fist and a sword that clashed not too long ago against a man called Bikuta. Though, a man didn't come here for a re-clash. The city was full of demons and hollows that were under the control of Shadowfall, and none dared to get near the terrifying figure beyond the shadows of the city, something what they call a monster. No matter how much these beings struggled to eat his soul or to even put a scratch against him, they would only find it hesitating to be done so. Moving along into the road of darkness and the path to his own death wish, he wouldn't be happier than to do this despite knowing the fact his capability is far limited for a human male to fight against the likes of the Queen herself, but the bark will be bitten by his bare fangs with each of steps closer into the city's depths and to be consumed by both insanity and darkness itself.
The figure had a bright crimson red hair, a seemingly natural appearance for a japanese male to attain, it used to be white instead of red, and it may have reflected his natural aggressive nature when he was young after his genes had some 'disruption' by his overwhelming anger and hatred in the past after the society rejected him away because of his differences from a normal human being when he was a child. His pair of bloody red eyes has a sharp glance, mixture of both insanity and anger developed during his progression with his own strength, beyond the eyes of his own wreckless emotions that he had suffered as a child, his soul was at a point where they called, 'Dead'. Lost all of the remaining lights he could hold with these bare hands, his soul was already consumed by the darkness before he knew it and before he can even draw the will to fight against the beast that has already consumed him from inside out. His clothes were like that of a bartender's, someone may mistake Sou for someone who would serve a cup of vodka for you in the bar, he isn't the type of guy who would stay cool, clean glasses with a wipe of his cloth and pour drinks into it.
His figure was rather tall for a japanese male, with an upholding expression of a sarcastic smile for each step he passes by against the earth of the New York city itself. He was also visibly armed with an underarm crutch, darkened in color than the ones in the hospital, pharmacies or clinics, there was a machine attached right against his right waist with wires extending outwards from the bottom of his wrist, as something that channels electricity to his body in order to sustain his life every possible seconds that crosses, but with that aside, it was time for some great mayhem and a 'fight' declaration against the likes of Mana. The pressure around him was clearly rising, showing hints that he was prepared to fight until his life ends right here and right now. Even if he had lost, he will never submit to the darkness, and rather to be knocked out with shame than to become one of these creatures that held no standards against his capability as a human. The man's name was Sou Yuuki, and clearly the one who gave a challenge against Mana Asthavon, the one that broke apart the fight between him and Bikuta, and his words ran out thoughtlessly, only to say that he would return and obliterate the darkness that the Demon Queen built with her powers as the ruler of the demons, with just his bare hands when it reaches the day where he would become stronger and rise above the ranks of every possible supernatural beings that he could fight in such a big world. He will prove that humans can be strong, even wihout powers to sit them above the thrones of mankind that has powers to manipulate, to create or to control. He doesn't need any of those, all he needed was strength and the ability to stand and fight. No matter how great the madness and the insanity can run through his mind, he will stop at nothing to defeat the Demon Queen once and for all.
His voice roared throughout the streets of the New York, his tone was certainly aggressive and intimidating, anger was induced in his very sentences that would echoed forever in miles away from his current position throughout the entire city itself as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
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Taking a sidestep, the thumb of his left hand withdrawn itself into his palm and simply, using the electromagnetic waves signalled by his brain, his body's energy took a shortcut by sending a momentarily burst of energy to his finger at a fast pace, and the time it reaches to his left hand, he would seperate the natural energy to each of his fingers evenly, including the palm of his hand, while the thumb is an exception from the energy distribution of his body's natural energy. The moment these energy had laid evenly to each of his fingers, it bought no time to waste and exploded in the burst of energy, while his inner muscles would absorb all the possible force incoming from the exploding energy within each and every of his fingers, and when his hand smashes itself against the building through a chop, the basic move of karate when they are going to chop a wood using his mighty strength alone, Sou does the same through the use of his body's energy to collect them into his fingers and make them travel in a crescent formation in its vibration state, and that one simple hit from his hand would simply split the tall apartment into two, presumably 20-stories tall, and held up the apartment with his left hand alone, while scratches were visibly bursting open against his flesh, a mortal human like him may not be able to perform feats like this but Sou had the potential of using his own strength through unlimited ways even if the given fact that his ability weren't the supernatural itself nor was it ever being harnessed by his own power, it was something that he discovered when he was still a brat.
The lifting of the building was nothing for him and it was a feat that was achieved long ago before he was under his own crippled state from Shadin's attack. To Sou, this was the only way to redeem himself after all the innocents that he slaughtered with his bare hands, to achieve power greater than an ordinary human could by pushing his body to its very limits and break through the boundaries from even being called a 'human'. His breathing rate was heavy, sighings of anger with his eyes gazed deeply into the streets of New York, and if Mana were to appear just about anywhere possible, he may take his time to get even the slightest energy pulse from her and throw the building at her position with all of his might. The travelling speed of the thrown building may be slow, but together with his strength, the impact force when the building hits its target may need something stronger to deal against it, something like a cero or an even greater strength to break through the rocks and rubbles of the building into pieces. It was something that he would call a present from his super dramatic entrance out of nowhere but this is what he liked about it, something to warm himself up from this hell-ridden city that will soon be under the destruction of the Nightmare. He will do anything, to slaughter the darkness that drew the madness across his very hands and mind.
His smile was quite sinister and devilish, where you can simply take a demon and compare their grin, he was somewhere at that point of being a monster himself, and cut through their souls with what's left of his sanity inside of him. If he has to take back the light he had lost long ago and regain his sanity, he will fight for it and have it returned. His tone began to tune down, less aggressive than usual but still held that intimidating section and more of a sarcastic manner behind it, though being sarcastic wasn't his style to begin with, "YO, MANA! I'M BACK ALL THE WAY FROM THE FIRES OF HELL TO BITE MY WORDS THAT I MARKED AGAINST YOU. TODAY WILL BE THE DAY THAT YOU'LL BE BROUGHT DOWN BY MY BARE HANDS!!! NOW PREPARE FOR THE GREATEST RIDE TO THE LAND OF DEATH, DEMON QUEEN!"
Knowing the fact that a mere human with him, no matter how great his own strength extends, the stakes were high of losing against a Demon Queen that far surpasses his own capabilities as a human, but his mind ran with confidence, building walls that were packed with determination, even if he knew he would most likely lose against her, it would be something worth learning that he wasn't strong enough, and it became a wishful thinking before he had the second thought about it when his mouth ran into a level of challenging Mana when he becomes far stronger than he once were. Whether would it be a train falling from the sky, a nuclear weapon, mass army of demons and hollows or madness-inducing screams of the city, he would take them all on wihout even thinking the consequences. Afterall, he doesn't run the trip all the way to New York just to show off, because it was time to take back what's rightfully his, the lost light and the sanity he once had. Demon Queen or Demon King, he'll take all of them at once even it had to cost his own life to get through the line of his own death wish. It was a heavy wall of burden behind his back, but he regrets nothing to the end of his life.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Burning Clash Against The Darkness [ Private ] Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:03 pm|| |
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Artist: Hagane Miku/UtsuP - Song: TRAUMATIC - Word Count: 1511
With the rising of New York City's blinding red sun on the horizon, the unveiling of yet another mindless simpleton wishing to test his might had been born with this new day. All throughout the metropolis, the citizens and Shadow Fall trips alike were abuzz. A challenger known as "Sou Yuuki" had arrived to engage their "President" to a battle of life or death. Upon hearing this news? There was nothing but fury, contempt and homicidal rage behind those emerald hued eyes of The Demon Queen. As she heard the spectacle take place from upon one of the many skyscrapers of the city, the snarls of a vicious beast muttered out into the black room around her. Deep within the chambers of the Royal Estate, the heart of the wicked ruler was filled with rage as she was ready to slay yet another heretic who claimed to take her throne.
Not even in Human World, the place where she solidified her rule, could The Demoness escape such impotent mortals. Still grieving from the lost of Michael Asthavon, the catatopshoic collapse of Khala Asthavon's psyche, the grueling war that had been waged in the Soul Society, the battle of Hell City and the supposed death of Clarie Clixx combined with the lack of Ashlei's warming embrace to make it all better; it was safe to say that Mana wasn't in the most pleasant of moods.
Yet, if she must prove her dominance once again, she'd shatter the fabric of Sou's existence until it was reduced to ash. So in the form of an inhumane screech into the universe, a burst of blinding green light filled the skies of New York. It rocked the core of the city, caused the citizens to quiver in fear and the earth itself quaked in overwhelming terror. Destroying the very building she laid upon, Mana floated in the midst of a fiery cloud of debris in the skies. Wearing nothing more than a tattered sleeveless dress with dried blood stains on the edges and pair of black gauntless; The Queen appeared to be lightly armored. As The Mad Maiden's eyes folded into the scowl, the dried tears of a thousand black cries were visible across her pale skin. "̠͎͉̪͚͉̭Ḭ̘̘̱̝ ͍͓̥͙͈w̲̳̹̜i̬̙̩̞l̻͖̻l͕͚͉ ̮̱͔ͅf̤͎̠͕u̮̝̹c̭k̮̞i̦̞n͇͍̝g͉͎̜͓̫̰̣ ̮̞̻͇b̞̱̠̲̼̟u̠͚̹͍̱t̠̤̩̣̙c͇͖͔̞h̭e̺͇̖̤̖r̩̻̬̘̯̹ ̝͔͍̣y͎̤̟̯ͅo̰̜̠̘̱̲ͅṳ͙.͔̰͖"̣
Those raspy, un-adulterated and furious words were all that needed to be said to express Mana's current mood. No games, no tricks, no sadistic dialogue; just pure and utter contempt. So like a bat out of hell, The Mistress of Darkness let out a howl that thrashed against Heaven's door. The soundwaves behind such a beastly shirek were so powerful that it reduced the towering building The Nightmare had hurled at The Demoness into rubble before it could so much as even come close to The Queen. Wasting no time, The Demoness faded and vanished out of existence -- only to appear right behind Sou's flankside. "̹͉̼̻͖̤̘A̤̣͙̘HH͎͈̫HH̹̮̰̻HH̗HH̤̱͈̖̮̭H͇͕̟̥̟̣H͕̘̪͖͇H̗̘͉H̬̝̥̣͙̳H̯͕̪H̫̝̖H̞̤̹̲͙H̺̼̻̼̪̳HH͈̝͉̭͓̼H͚H̤̰͖̬H̙̠̞͈͙H̟̳͉͉H̠͙͇̪͚͔͎H̰̪̮H̭̼̗̦̙͇͓H̞̳̙̩̳̞H̗H̤͇H̥̼̱̮͉ͅH̬̜̖͈H̯͚͓H̙H̠H͖͇̲̤͎̟̦H͇̪̺̼̠̦H̬̱̫͔̣̪H̳͚̫ͅH̳H̤̠̤H͓ͅH̜H̫̱͕͉͕͙̺"̮͚
Letting out an ungodly yell that decimated the landscape around them for as far as the eye could see, Mana hoped to utilize these shockwaves to break every last bone in the accused humans body. Organs were all but meant to turn to mush, blood needed to spew out of every waking pore of his body and the eardrums of Sou Yuuki yielded a strong probability of crumbling to pieces under the weight of such an unearthly sound. Not too long after that, the noise of chainsaws revving were heard as the hands of Mana vibrated at an insane rate of speed. In seconds, she'd smear her fist into the eye sockets of the unruly human in order to blind him here and now. While wearing Black Claw Shredder, her strength was more than on par with a sword strike from Kenpachi Zaraki. Thus, it would prove more than difficult to stop this. To compound matters? The Ravenous Demon was seen multiplying her fingers to the rows of dozens through her unparalleled shapeshifting capacities, she sought to outright implode his very skull with her fingers; claw out his brain and fill every molecule of his body with her essence and fill him with unending, eternal and unholy PAIN.
With another roar that could annihilate entire armies and freeze even the eldest demon in terror, Mana sought out to eradicate the skin of Sou Yuuki and melt him alive with the unfiltered release of her raw energy. Regardless of rather or not her prey had been made tenderized for The Demoness, numerous rows of teeth ranging into the dozens were seen taking root inside of Mana's mouth. Then, like a sinister harmony, the melody of drills yearning to root themselves into Sou's neck, face and skull screeched out into the atmosphere. This -- scene -- was brutal. The Queen formulated rows of mouths to eject themselves out of her jaws and use their razor sharp teeth to devour the nightmare alive. She wanted to taste his flesh, gnaw on his bone, devour his organs and consume the gushy remains of his brain to see what made this bastard-male tick.
Under the glow of a crimson strike of lightning, a thunderous boom bellowed out throughout the now reddened skies as The Queen had three dozens horns extend out of her head and all of them determined t to pierce vital organs. Everywhere from Sou's heart, to the man's kidneys, lungs, stomach, trachea and spleen. Every last one of these targets were meant to be sliced, diced and smashed through the insane durability of The Queen's horns. Each of these vessels of demise all possessed within themselves the piercing power of a stab that rivaled a powered punch from the likes of The Nuclear Shark Beast himself, otherwise known as Radioactive. Filled with homicidal intent, Mana sought out to impale this sickly threat on all sides. So like a hammer, Mana then thrusted out to nail the next rows of horns into his spine and leave him nothing but a crippled mess. Even if they failed to pierce the bone of his spinal cord, they would still yield absurd amounts of blood that could expunge his body of this very vital fluid.
All the while, in the midst of all this, Mana's own DE Force was constricting around Sou's body and energy in order to prevent him from retailing against her. Akin to a beast out for it's docile prey, Mana's energy was coming alive and acting as it's own sentient force as it ached to breakdown, decay and then wipe out any trace of Sou Yuuki's Chi, Spiritual or other alternative energies that may or may not expunge out of the male's body. If her attacks were able to phase further inward into The Nightmare's core? Then this force would seek to eat away at the very mental force stored within him, aiming slaughter his willpower to fight and even do it's damnedest to consume his life energy to force him to tap out or die. Physically, mentally and spiritually; Mana was aiming to feast upon Sou's very embodiment for awakening The Queen from her haunted slumber.
In one final spectacle, The Queen then unleashed numerous rows of energized tendrils prime with the freshest of demon energies to them. Aiming to cover every square inch of his body that wasn't already been stabbed or gnawed at by Mana, these spiked appendages were meant to put an end to any further resistance to Sou and send him into a cold sleep. Letting out a series of monstrous howl into the blood red sun before them, the wake of Mana's rage was being felt across every corner of New York City. The very fabric of space distorted around him and the values of pressurized force were being encrypted to be lowered by beings outside of the frequency range of Mana's energy. In other words: through demon magic, Sou's punches, kicks and blunt force attacks were going to see a massive decrease in effectiveness in a one thousand meter range even in the unlikely event none of these assaults so much as grazed him.
Simultaneously, she'd then command all of her appendages, mouths and tendrils to produce a repelling effect upon Sou's body. Provided they were able to make contact -- these tools of destruction were instrusted to rip out and suck the very organs, blood, bones and energy out of Sou like a reverse vacuum and have his very essence spew out to the pavement below in a horrifying show. "̭I͖̤ͅ.͙.̘̩͉.w͔͓i̯̜̗l̖l͈̬̗.͈.̥͓.e̼͉͔͓x̫̭̺̬̘t͍ḛ̩̼̳̗r̺̟̙͎mi̲̜̭̳n̪a̮͚̣̼ͅt̘̺̙̣̫̱̭e̗̺͍̞.̭̗͙̫̤..͎̞̝͙̹͈̲y̳ou̻̤̜͎̟̺ͅ.͖̱͎͓̘.̲̖̝͓.ͅ"͚̪̪̜̖̱ͅ
Letting those hostile words fill the air with a hot glow, the telepathic echo of Mana's voice more than set the stage for where she was heading with this fight. Her mind was lost to the rage and the unfortunate victim in all of this happened to be Sou Yuuki. The more he pushed back, the further furious he became -- the more Mana's own blood would boil and push her towards the break as she unleashed her havoc on the man. This was the nature of the unhinged beast in her natural habitat.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Burning Clash Against The Darkness [ Private ] Sat Jun 07, 2014 5:10 am|| |
Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Majo Kari no Ou - Word Count: 1908
Shit. A simple form of word before the Nightmare's own demise that stooped the wrong footing when he realise a single fact that for a human, even if he gained power, it can never be absolute, and to even match himself against the Demon Queen was indeed a foolish movement, where he would need gain an absolute power that stands above every supernatural beings to prove that powerless humans can achieve things that they cannot achieve, but there was line that he can never cross no matter how powerful he was in nature, and that was to challenge a being that rises higher in ranks than even the strongest human could do, but the foolishness he took up with his pride never seem to falter on his way here, being able to meet new people and humans from different countries. He was a man with no friends, family nor subordinates, locking himself away in emptiness and away from the world of rejection for a simple fact that he was 'different' from the rest, blaming the great curse that placed upon him and only anger was brought with him to this very land where he thought he could finally crave his own death.
The building was reduced to nothing but ashes and rubbles with the one he threw, whether or not that his death was certain, the path was for him to take. His expression wasn't sadistic nor was it sinister anymore, with his pair of eyes burning in nothing but rage against Mana's presence. Grieving and the rage that made the Queen yet so angry, it came to a moment of realization that he was going to be put down once and for all and yet, he never knew the reason why he still stands and his will still burns in flames. It was nothing like when he felt after his eyes first drove towards the Queen, moving from her sarcastic tone into her current rage, full of demise that it became uncertain for him with her 'issues'. He may not understand how a demon like her feels but he knew something wasn't right in a way or another, and behind the force of her roars, it was truly terrifying even for a human like him. His arms crossed, the electromagnetic field did all it could to soak all the possible damage from the queen's great roar as his crossed arms rang with vibration to pile up the air molecules using friction to produce heat and charged particles, attracting them into his arms and forming a hardened wall to take the mighty roar while his arms simply cut itself apart. His organs were all in its finest state, but his bones and flesh were something painful.
Flesh hanging right out of his body, his bones had cracks all over his body but it seems that Sou held up in a rather unbelievable state of still standing upon the grieving lands of the Queen before him. The frequency of her screams did some toll of his ears, almost turning him into a deaf man with the state of his eardrums that was far from bleeding, but in its damaged state where the sound he hears were blurred. The annoying feeling he had after her scream was great, as this was not the 'Demon Queen' he seek to fight, it was all but wrong. It wouldn't be called a fight for his enemy to take all of her rage and grieves upon the human. It is indeed a nice feeling for an enemy to overwhelm him in power in such a short time under its raging state but there was not even once he had fought an enemy that is not herself and if it means to wake her up from her very slumber, full of rage and sadness, that he'll just drag her out, demon or not, he won't fight someone that is different from herself.
His tone was aggressive, hints of anger to show that he was displeased with her performance and rage in such a manner. He wants this Demon Queen to return to her own state from the depths of rage and make sure she wakes up from there, "CALM.THE.FUCK.DOWN. YOU DAMNED QUEEN AND WAKE UP FROM THAT DEMOCRATIC RAGE AND FIGHT ME SERIOUSLY WIHOUT SHOWING OUT THOSE SCREAMS OF YOURS!!!!!!!"
Letting loose of his own weapon out of his right hand, his fist gripped itself tightly, with visible blood spewing out of the force he was gripping his own hand with. It was clear that he doesn't like this type of fight for anger managements. He wouldn't be able to understand what happened but hell, would he even know, but it was certain that it was nothing like it. Flows of dried tears, there was no time to be sad and about in such a serious fight, and if its about beating her out to the sense, then it seems he would need to lose a limb or two to do so.
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Bearing his sharp fangs, the Nightmare would get into the mood and show what a human was made of. Never seem to use his strength at a point of 50%, but there was no time to think, it was a matter of life and death. His fist launched its way against the bare claws that she had worn to an attempt to take his eyes out, against her capability in strength that was more than Kenpachi's sword strike with his eyepatch taken off, but for his 50% state, Sou's strength has far surpassed that level of strength, and it wouldn't be a problem when it comes to surpassing Mana's strength as well for a mortal human like him. Tapping into 50%, his muscles were acting rather differently than usual, as the entire city would suddenly be engulfed by the human's intensive pressure that his body unleashed, the earth beneath them rose above the ground, regulating his breathing rate and concentrating the energy inside of his body, his body was prepared to land a hit.
When his fist and her claws that attempted to gouge his eyes out clashed, a large wound would suddenly rip apart the flesh of his right arm, as if it was trying to remove his right arm once and for all because of his body's attempt to surpass the limits of human strength, and it was something that they call an 'exchange' for that power. When their forces collided, the force of his strength would go beyond the point from potentially cancelling the force of her strength and with a high chance of shattering apart her very claws into a million pieces whilst leaving her hand out of its destructive power, his fist produced a terrifying power of a single shockwave. Launching a blow of shockwave in a circular shockwave, its firepower was enough to travel miles away into the city, potentially obliterating every possible buildings and houses against its path into nothing but ashes to be left within miles apart and in Mana's case, if she did not get her time to leave another great roar, that blast alone would, at least, cause a good deal of damage against the Demon Queen, but he seems to refrain from shattering her bones at the least, while blasting off the maximum power against the city behind Mana, the force was rather powerful, and any demons who possibly stands in its path of explosive power would be crushed under its sheer pressure and sonic speed travelling.
There isn't a time for him to take a quick gasp for air, shifting his body before the likes of the Demon Queen at a rather inhuman speed. By utilizing his strength, he could create a light blow of wind by disturbing the air pressure beneath his feet and when a tap of his feet collides with the disrupted air particles, it would unleash a strong burst of compressed air to shift his body at a rather superhuman speed, something that he cannot achieve normally wihout the usage of his own strength. Making a direct eye contact against her's in a close-up movement, it was certainly a movement where he wishes for death, but he didn't care, if it is to wake her up and fight him seriously instead of weeping and tearing through the walls of the city with all of her anger and might, emotions is not something to submit into in a fight that he once challenged her. Shouting at a top of his lungs, the deep tone of his voice was clear and loud for the Queen to hear, to wake her up from her imminent demise and rage, "WAKE UP AND FIGHT ME SERIOUSLY, YOU DAMNED BRAT!"
Smashing his head against Mana's with an utmost force, no matter how fast a person is, the chances of avoiding an attack coming from such a close distance would be very low. The force that he exerts from his head was rather splendid in a way, since it was close to his brain, by using the muscles outside of the skull, all he needs was to pulse a considerable amount of energy and slam right into her forehead with at utmost force, enough to obliterate the earth below them and turning 2 miles apart in a circular formation of the New York city into nothing but collapsing rubbles. In the meantime, blood would simply spew out right out of his own head, because unlike his body, his head doesn't have actual training to sustian damages nor was it used to the strength that his body grown used to and became immune against the force of his strength when his body unleashes it, but his head couldn't handle the headbutt where he unleashed quite the force and made him bleed rather intensely.
Wiping the blood out of his own head, he knew that it wouldn't be enough for him to stay at his normal state and prevents himself from performing any form of awakening, because he knew what monster was inside of him. His eyes would be emptier than a dead fish, his body would be nothing but a moving corpse that utilizes itself in combat and movements that was unpredictable when a man's conciousness was all but lost, that was how he could describe about his own true awakening and never to unleash that unknown thing out of him wihout even taking any measurements about this situation. He may or may not make it through alive, it was his own choice. "Tch.. If i can keep her anger from ripping me apart."
Sound of displeasure from this combat, it was a matter of life and death that he had to take no matter how cruel it may be. However, if things do really get out of hand, then he would best be prepared for his own death. Most of his attempts may not work but at least one of it would hit its mark given that they were performed in a close-quarters combat, which the Nightmare specializes in such fields of combat in order to make up his lack of ability with superpowers, his strength and fighting skill with his fists and legs was the only thing he can rely on to keep himself alive. The results were uncertain but waiting for the Demon Queen to break out of her roaring rage, but if this fight is seriously running rampage, he will have no other choice than to do 'it'.
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|Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Burning Clash Against The Darkness [ Private ] Sat Jun 07, 2014 3:06 pm|| |
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Artist: Elena Siegman - Song: Abracadavre - Word Count: 2611
Calm down? Those words were all but laughable for someone as far gone as The Demon Queen. The only thing that existed in her frame of mind was the eradication of this male or the submission of his defeat in the form of retreat, KO or death. So in a sinister howl of laughter that screeched the heavens, this wicked sound had scorched the lands and became audible to all in the area in the light of such -- ignorant -- words. The only one at blame here? Sou Yuuki. It didn't matter what rage or sorrow stained her heart, the fact at hand is the male challenged her to a battle on her domain. Therefore, he is the aggressor and was to be treated as such. She never asked for this, she never wanted it; but instead she got it against her will. And with the long rap-sheet of deaths under her own belt? There was no sense in even trying to debate that. Being the tyrant she was, this was a fundamental aspect of the job and there was no room for words, complaints or gripes about it. Thus -- she could only thrust her primal rage at the target at hand until it was rendered silent -- that way she could at least get back to her slumber. A slumber that took her away from all of this -- pain.
Thus, her body contorted, twisted and screeched to life once more as her DE Force sought to cut the effects of Sou's counter attacks. Embodied with unforetold amounts of fury, scorn and contempt; this aura was already biting away at the life and energy around them. So it was not a far-fetch feat for it to contain the range and scope of Sou's attack within a five hundred meter range; as opposed to the miles of destruction he yearned for.
This, would in-turn, give the city time to respond by evacuating a large part of their citizens away from the epicenter of this attack. From that point onward, they'd only need to produce a series of barriers around the various street ways, alleys, sewers and skies themselves in order to prevent the fallout from such a clash from destroying New York City. Afterward; flames, explosions, sonic booms and the death filled the skies of this battlefield and it was only getting worse as their enraging battle progressed.
Unexpected, a burst of raw power exploded with a wealth of strength behind it. This explosion of energy came from the human. And so, in a rain of crumbled bits of bone and flesh, pieces of The Queen's extra appendages started raining down on Sou from his shock wave against her. It proved to have a stinging effect when it came to the pain The Demoness felt. However, that surge of pain only proved to make her want to go further down this blood-soaked path they were both hard-pressed to travel. Ergo, as rapidly as they were destroyed by the onslaught of impact from Sou's might, as to were they replaced, reinforced and made stronger than before with the reserves of energy the wicked witch had at her disposal. Meanwhile, the force of his shock wave was enough for her body to endure by itself due to the wide range of experience and resistance it had against assaults like this. The resulting blow from it did cause her to cough out emerald dyed blood from her mouths, but it by no means stopped her from pressing onward with this assault as the rage grew more feral in nature behind those eyes of hers.
Being that the male failed to protect himself against the gruesome impact of the many numerous waves of horns and tendrils that pierced his body, there wouldn't be much of a fighter left in her mind with these spiritually reinforced projectiles slashing up his lungs, piercing through his throat, clawing at his heart and eventually cutting through every last square inch of the essential being that was Sou Yuuki. It was quite the blunder on his part as he focused far too much on her rampage to gouge his eyes out, while The Nightmare failed to pay attention to much of anything else around the two. Those burst of power were indeed impressive, but it lacked the strength needed to make The Mistress of Shadow's yield and kneel. Thus, as the male was losing his very limbs from the grotesque atom sphere of this fight, Mana saw no need to make use of any further appendages once her mark had been made. Henceforth, she retracted her rows of mouths, many horns and energized tendrils back into her body.
Feasting upon the flesh and blood she was able to extract from the human, an unusual crimson colored amulet was seen illuminating from The Queen's neck with a black glow. Eyes pulsating to be a bright red color for but a few moments, The Queen's Bloodhound instincts were now coming into play with this little gem of hers. By consuming an ample amount of his skin and vital fluids, there was nothing left to stop her from memorizing this scent into the deepest grains of her memory. Through the powers vested within the Amulet of Downfall, Mana would be able to harness this encounter and never forget the scent, frequency and essence of Sou Yuuki's body and spirit for as long as they may both live. And what's more, The Queen's core was processing and deciphering the origins of Sou's blood. It was no sure fire guarantee, but they were attempting to divulge and unlock the origins, knowledge and mechanics of how The Nightmare's powers, abilities and natural functions worked so that they may better gain the upper hand. Right now? It was fuzzy. Yet -- The Queen was fixating further on the male's being to better defend herself and counter against his upcoming assaults.
And in this state of utmost perception -- Sou was like a rat falling right for the mouse trapping before him. Yes, in this moment, the male more than outclassed her in brute force and speed, but it wasn't the first time she faced off against someone with all brawn -- and no brain. With a few adjustments in the way her body was comprised, The Demoness had two of her horns reappear outside of her forehead and slam into Sou's own head by the time he had tried to headbutt The Queen. Cackling with a maddening and enraged laugh, The Queen extended the length of horns in order to mesh through his skull, break the bones in it and leave him with a concussion and possible damage to his brain. This type of critical and life threatening damage may well be enough to force the male to black out if the horns were to touch but a tip of his brain.
In the meantime, The Demon Queen did sustain damage from the collateral damage of such a collision. Cracking in her forehead, emerald blood spewing out from her nose and gem hued fluids dripping from out of her mouth were all but a sign that she didn't come out of it unscathed. Even so, she'd still stand tall. The injuries inflicted to herself and the environment around the combatants could be mended, but the ones that were given to the male before her were all but too urgent to ignore. For his sake, for his benefit and for his well being -- a part of The Empress hoped he'd fall back and black out in order to understand when to leave well enough alone. There was no point in pursuing a battle like this -- for it would only end in bloodshed, misery and further death.
Thus, in these empty thoughts, there was a hollow look in the eyes of The Queen as she saw through Sou as if he were another obstacle to tear through once again before her royal public. Waking her up? That was a laughable sentiment in itself. Since when does the invader get to determine the response of the native population? Did he not know anything of how this little tango worked? Being that The Demoness lead many conquest and take-overs in her lengthy lifetime, this was all but hilarious to her as she started a series of dry, devoid and dead laughs that were ripe with a raspy and sinister tone to them. Just what did he know anyway?
This was one crucial thought that passed in her head before her next offensive barrage began. Who was he to tell how to react? Who was he to tell how to feel? The male had quite the nerve to say such sentiments to a person he was trying to kill, a person he was trying to dominate and a person he was trying to defeat. Sensing the waves of anguish in his soul from the desire to overthrow her boiling in his blood, she had enough sense in her mind to understand that this was nothing more than a suicide run. Therefore, she'd give a grim chuckle to the scarlet haired human and speak these words in a cold and detached manner: "And what about you? It's all but natural for someone to respond to an invading force with unrestrained and unending lethal striking power."
With but one flick of her hand, she sought to dispose of any prolonged resistance from the male by sending a blast of black light towards him. In it, however, he'd sense -- nothing. This wasn't an energy attack, a spell or special ability: it was the founding principle the abyss. The void was materializing and it desired to consume all those in it's path into a spiraling pit of nothingness. It broke down matter, consumed spiritual energy, destabilized the structure of atoms and yearned to break Sou on a fundamental level.
First, the physical plane needed to subdued. So in this way, it's vaporizing effects intended to zap the life right out of him. Killing his muscular energy had been the first phase to make his resistance further futile. By consuming his tendons, bones and bodily tissue; he'd find great pain from such an attack and then -- numbness. Then, in the process of destroying the nerves within his body to leave him paralyzed, The Queen aimed to leave him nothing but a crippled boy. Following that up with evaporating the very blood within his body and sending his sight, hearing, smell and sense of direction into an all encompassing void; all that would be left for him was to drop to the ground like a slain bug.
Second, the metaphysical plane had been targeted and was meant to be attacked. Therefore, at a much greater rate than before, the Chi and Spiritual energy within Sou was meant to be drained, destroyed and leave him with but enough energy to sustain his existence. She wasn't trying to absorb it, nor was she thwarting to block his usage from it: she was intending to eradicate it and churn it into nothingness. And as The Mad Ruler locked on to Sou's energy frequency, hundreds of microscopic bugs all appeared around The Nightmare and directed their sights to any sort of counter attack from the male. The instant he reacted? They'd go to work chewing, consuming and attempting to reduce the effectiveness of his physical and spiritual counters by disintegrating, reducing and rendering such assaults to a fine oblivion.
Thirdly, with her presence being injected into Sou from her previous barrage of charges at the male, the maddening and chaotic elements of Mana's power intermixed with the void. Going on to deconstruct his very strive to fight, the determination and will of The Queen's own life force sought to crumble, shatter and otherwise annihilate Sou's quest to battle her and leave him an emotionalizes shell. Draining the wealth of courage, valor and drive to do battle against The Empress of Shadows. The foundation of his psyche may have very well been ripped apart and reduced to ash in the wind as it pierced further, deeper and more inward into Sou as her metaphorical claws sought to slash through his cognitive functions, his mental fortitude against pain and his sense of self to leave him a void of a person. "Let the isolation of the void embrace you before you understand a single thing about myself. You scream, holler and yell of conquest; but you do nothing to quell the pain in yourself. Before you showed up, I had the decency to lock my sorrow away and nurse my wounds in silence and solitude."
Speaking in the type of cold voice that could send shivers down the most frigid of beings, the distant nature of Mana's tone was coming to the forefront as her eyes grew more dull, lifeless and tiresome. Circulating around her like an unending vortex, a collection of green and black lights forged around The Queen's body as her energy grew further barren, desolate and empty. Holding out her right hand, she reproduced five more of these void cutting slashes to materialize around all of Sou's sides. From behind, above, below, to the front and all his sides; they multiplied and shaped themselves in order to form into a three hundred sixty degree sphere meant to entrap and strangle the life out of Sou and leave him an unconscious lump of flesh on the hard concrete floor of the city. "I see....I see what my opponents mean when I go on my conquest for domination. You are no position to decide how I respond, human. You are the aggressor and your stance is the most difficult of all with the target you chose."
While talking in this loathing voice, the heavens themselves seemed to react to this devoid and vacant tone The Queen spoke in. With her influence spreading for many miles on end, the skies soon turned to black and it was if an eternal night had swept over the city. The air became cool, the light became dim and nothing but the unfilled glow of the Queen's aura could be felt. "If you wished to be slain by my blade to make up for your sorry and pitiful excuse for a life, then I will waste no time in granting that wish and releasing your very spirit to the essence of death itself so that you can be freed from these mortal burdens."
Skies coming to be illuminated to life with a fluctuation of white energy, an almost satanic burst of red light dropped from the skies and formed a spear. This bayonet of The Demon Rulers will was scarlet and charcoal in it's hues; letting off a streak of blood light in it's descent towards Sou's location. Infusing her Demonic Magic into play, this lance seeked out The Nightmare's very spiritual energy pulsating from his body and was given instructions to impale his stomach. If allowed to take place, then it would seek to seal his power off for the reminder of this battle and leave him powerless to proceed with this battle. And given The Queen's former action, it would almost seem but an act of mercy compared to where her mind was hurdling towards not too long ago. "I waste no more breathes on the plight of the damned. Let that be your final stand and fall back into the silence of the night without further ado."
With the whites in her eyes now fading to black, only a gem green light could be seen from her within the darkness of the skies. Parting him with those cryptic words, The Queen sunk her head and let her limbs go limp as she just wanted this depressing fight to come to it's finale already. There was no joy in this, no pleasure to be found and no desire to overcome. There was simply -- anguish.
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|Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Burning Clash Against The Darkness [ Private ] Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:47 am|| |
Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Ketsui to Kakugo - Word Count: 3071
Is this the way that everything is going to end? Paying too much attention over a single attack, his body was simply cut through, pierced and stabbed like a ragdoll that was being used by someone, having pins to stab you from limb to limb, and he was like that of a living ragdoll, with the tendril stabbing him from each and every corner of his limbs. The blood spilling out from his wounds from the tendrils and the mouths gnawing on his very flesh like it was their daily routine of breakfast. He couldn't describe the pain, the Nightmare couldn't feel anything, and only his thought wandered to the past he once suffered from the rejection of the society, and hatred is all he can hold with his pair of blood red eyes that burns with all of his might and anger behind it. With his throat pierced through his throat and slashed his lungs like it was nothing, all he could do was to kneel against the earth beneath him, gasping for the air he sought for to live.
His death was definitely certain from this point on, and he was definitely foolish to think that he can fight Mana wihout even to require his full power, it was a disgrace to mankind that he were to be defeated so easily wihout much of an effort. The world rejected hm because of his own darkness, and because of that, he was left alone by almost every single person on earth, with nobody to yearn for him, from families to friends, their tears won't drop onto his very coffin after his death. The loneliness brings a great impact to his mentality, and that is why his personality became aggressive, driving away every person he could approach to when they learned his identity as the Nightmare, the one who took hundreds of lives of the innocents, soaking his bare hands with blood and killed many people because of that simple fact. Making people avoid him was the best way, and keep himself locked from the reality that he couldn't accept. Strength that he detested became something that is the most precious to him, because wihout it, he wouldn't be able to fight for what he wanted, and creating his own delusional goals, he made Mana his only target to kill once and for all, the one that spawned the darkness and evil to the land, all from the Demon Queen itself, and if he were able to kill her, his sins would be redeemed and everything will end, the hatred and the rejection, all of it would simply vanish from his eyes. When these horns and tendrils withdrawn itself back to the queen, his body simply kneel down, with blood spoiling his entire body like a pool, his body wasn't at the point of moving, but not much longer soon enough.
Stand, a thought that ran through his mind as his body was bleeding rather intensely, enough to make up an entire pool of his own blood from the damage he sustained from Mana. It was painful, but he couldn't die just yet, not yet, until he kills her. Yes, kill her, that's what begins to drive him. STAND!
His mind shouted further and further, one of his hands reached out to his throat to stop the bleeding and stood up, only to unleash a presumably an unknown force of pressure that began to be unleashed throughout the entire city. It was roaring, strong and mysterious, as if the burst of energy came from his own burning will of fire that will never be extinguished. The only thing he could think of was to not die too soon and kill her even if it takes to destroy his own existence of doing so. Opening his mouth, surprisingly, in such a state, his voice sounded clear yet static, as if it was some broken radio, but it was clear to the ears, his words connecting together with his aggressive tone still behind his bleeding throat, leaving some of his vocal chords standing for him to speak out of his own mind.
Before he could speak, Sou forcefully pulled out the horn itself from his forehead before it could take its time to extend further into his head after the headbutt made its move, and his blood-soaked left hand reached out towards the extending horn, with pierced marks all across it, when his hand wrapped itself around the extending horn that is attempting to cut his brain out with a poke, his hand, mysteriously, even in such of his own state of injuries, presumed to be damaging enough that even for a superhuman, they wouldn't be able to move in such state and exert that much force, but there was something that drives him to move, in an attempt to break through his body's limitations and do what his body can't, to force it to move like a puppet of his own mind and forcing it to do as he wishes, that is how powerful his own determination is, to be able to overcome even the worst pain to stand and fight, even at his own risk and death. His strength bursted like some type of an instant nuclear bomb, to a point where no matter how much Mana tried to struggle, she wouldn't be able to extend it further to pierce his head and skull nor to be able to withdraw her very horns that was stuck on his blood-soaked hand. It was mysterious indeed that his strength was able to work on times like these, and it was truly reliable.
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His head rose against the likes of Mana, his smile was sinister and was grinning ever so widely. There was no fear against death or his own fate, he wouldn't blame it, but rather, his eyes were burning, trying to reject death itself as far as he could struggle his own body to break through the boundaries of what a human can do, and a sentence was flowing out from his mouth, words that even Sou himself, doesn't understand why he spoke it. It was just a flow of his own opinions and emotions. nothing else behind it, "Heh. I know, you goddamn brat. Thinking that i can redeem the sins that i've done so far, i didn't realise how stupid it was just to fight you because of it. Ah, i was too naive, to a point that it gives me goosebumps too. I know it was natural to respond against an invading force. For it being a sugarcoated shit, i don't really care about understanding each other since nobody would yearn for me when i die, miss me when i dissapear and look for me when i'm missing. All i could do from here on, WAS TO KILL YOU AND END EVERYTHING ONCE AND FOR ALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"
His energy levels was spiking like the levels of mountain itself, only to climb drastically faster and faster at a sonic speed. To Mana, his chi energy, spiritual energy or any type of energy was taken away from him to a point that was only enough to sustain his life but not even Sou himself knows what type of force that drove him to increase the extent of his own power, the earth beneath him was being crushed apart like a crater just by the effect of his own increasing pressure, the buildings around the area suddenly lost its support and crumbled, forcing it to collapse into the ground when his energy further expanded. A pair of black wings sprouted out of his own back, his eyes was glowing just like the sun itself in red, shining right through the shadows and the darkness of the city like the spear of light itself. He became something and someone of the unknown, he wasn't the same as before, his power was vast and to a point of chaos itself, his eyes were as good as unconcious and dead, the awakening that driven his emotions to a point that his power became uncontrollable, that is what he called it, 'True Awakening'.
The wounds that was inflicted by Mana was mysteriously healed, from the smallest of wounds to losing his limbs and the loss of his own throat, damaged organs, as long as they are not destroyed, are all as good as new in its best shape, however, even if they are gone, they can be reopened at the same area if he forced his body foward too much and the pain would be still there despite being closed, but the anger drove him too much to even mind the pain that was running his entire flesh and body, it was to kill, the instinct to do so even if it takes his own life to fulfil what he wanted to do, to have her very blood end up in his bare hands. And the horn that he was holding, with an utter force of his own strength, at best, if Mana had the time to react and retreat her hold during the moments of his strength weakening before unleashing into a burst of power, that there is a 50/50 chance that Mana's extended horn would be literally crushed as his grip suddenly tightened with force, and after it shattered to pieces, his hand would simply bleed as if he just crushed a glass onto his hand with its pieces wounded his flesh.
His words was disarrayed, holding a tone of an unforgiving and darkness behind his very words, it held the need to vanguish her from the face of the existence. It held every anger possible from his very words, the manifestation of the Nightmare and the monster itself, the emotions that ran insane, madness that drives his insanity to the core of the uncontrollable.Į̨̝̹̦̹̳̕͟ͅ ̶͔̳̟̥̙̮̗͍̺̝̯̠̬͖͜Ḿ̴̢̛̜̼͍̤͞Ì̠̬̞̯͍̮̩̻̝̥͘˥̼̟͈̪͜˥͏̢̤͓̗̙̳͍̮̞̟͔̪̭ ̨̳̫̗̥̲̱̜͓̝̖͇̪̗̖͓͖̲͞ͅℲ̶̴̸̧̘̹͈̱͍̼∩̶̢̡̗̹̮̺̫̥̪̮͍͇̼̤Ɔ̨̼͈͇̹͚̠̤͈͙̤̟̕͘͠ͅʞ̴̛̭͖̯̘̱͖̯̲́͜͟Ḭ̳̳̱̱̹̙͎̝̻̹̱̥͔̲̭͕̕N͔̱̦͈̘̻̟̺̥̗̙̦̕͟͟פ̠̲̦̣̟̤͖͈̫̹͕͍͔̀̀͡ ̢͕͙̥͙͉̟̞͇͖̰̯̻̲̬͘͞ͅʞ̷̬̙̺̬̘͓̪̲̱̺͟͜I̛̟͖̫̯̠̲̬͙̩͕̥͘͝ͅ˥̵̨̧̥͍̝̱̠͔͜˥̵͢͏͙̩̮̳̟ ́͏̳̬̭͖̣̹͇̪̭͚̯̦̺͓̱ͅ⅄̮̘̪̙͖͎́͟͢͡Ơ̡̨̟͓͎̗͙̼̙̻̥͚̺̬͉̰̼͠ͅ∩͙̜̠̞͙̳̱̟͍̫͈̣͈͞͝͠
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His anger was uncontrollably immense, his energy surging throughout the city like a rampaging dragon that seek to kill whoever that stands in his path. His bare fangs that was like of a tiger's teeth, to bite and make one bleed to death until they beg for forgiveness. Before the void took its time to take up the space and completely devour him up like some fly that just came by and pick up the pace, it would take no longer than a simple step, causing the earth beneath him to vibrate within miles and unleashing a strong frequency, a hint that he was preparing to propel himself into great lengths of speed through his strength the second his feet took a step foward. Betraying his own body's limitations, his mind was filled with things that he doesn't know, his words were distorted and his brain was scattered as well, it was full of words that he doesn't understand but understands them at the same time, and implements them into the combat for his own use to deal with Mana if it means of cutting apart his own mortal body.
Unleashing a sonic boom behind his back, his body would vanish right from the void and standing quite firmly behind Mana with his tall figure, and if another void were to shot forth from her finger or even twist and bend the likes of the first void back to his direction, the palm of his hand would pummel right through it before it could grow even bigger. In some sense, void never had any 'edges' under a scientific investigation, however, in some cases, supernaturally-spawned voids are easier to counter by creating a plasma right before his palm, and if you're imagining normal plasmas, you're going to regret not knowing that it is different from the rest. Used specially when he was under such state, it was named as 'Imaginary Plasma', as stated, it is a 'plasma' but it is taken out of the boundaries of this world, it is not a normal plasma, holding a special properties and elements within it, one cannot describe, explain nor comprehend the nature of the Imaginary Plasma, as if it was made solely from Sou's imaginations and brought from another plane of existence and an unknown realm.
One hand towards the void, and the other, implanting right against Mana's face, with a driving force of his strength that gripped her face like a magnet that will never let go, and seconds later, both of his palm unleashed a Type 2 Blast, which he called it the 'Punishment'. Its method of creation is through a compression of a certain energy, which when he is compressing a part of the Imaginary Plasma that was constructing right between his palm and against the likes of Mana and compressing the orb against the void on his other hand, he would continuously compress them to the point where the core would not be able to handle the pressure, it would explode into a burst of energy, which would be enough to match a trained arrancar's cero within its Tier 1 level and leave a giant crater beneath the earth of his own blast, not to mention having someone like Mana to take the blast directly to her face wouldn't be surprisingly if the damage was far more than he thought it would be, while the void can be overwhelmed by creating an unknown opposition element of the void itself, regarding of his own knowledge during his True Awakening, this wasn't the first time he had seen the void itself and took it as a weapon with one hand alone when he once fought Tamari, going as far as to use the 'void' of space-time itself as a weapon against her, this wasn't something important that he should forget once and for all. However, there is a low chance for his capability to destroy the void, taken the fact that he has a very low understanding of these things wihout being inflicted damage directly from it, it would be hard to analyze its actual properties before creating its entire opposition, but taking from his previous encounters, all he could do was to create a partial of the void's opposition in element, property, energy and 'particle', completely cancelling each other out against opposite sides of an equal power.If
he was caught within the void during all of the processes, the abyss itself, to him, was something for a 'creation', a formation from one's power, even if it doesn't have an energy or a source of power, it does have a limited size and form since he knows that Mana can't turn the entire earth itself into void, and all he need, was an overwhelming power and will, exerting it from his body at a neck-breaking levels that drives off the darkness around him with higher state of his own power, to show that his power is higher than the humans she knew. Exploding with energy, his right hand would be engulfed with the Imaginary Plasma itself, and before the void takes its sweet time to zap his energy and strength itself, it would make a heavy swing with a style of chopping, sudden bright flash of light was seen in the momentary of his swing, and soon, through the use of the impossible, he wanted to make a gamble of combining his own strength and the Imaginary Plasma to create a great deal of power to drive off the entire void itself with sheer power, hopefully to overwhelm it and cut it apart with that alone that could simply split a quarter of the entire New York City into a collateral damage where the buildings would collapse and the path would split apart into a huge gap for thousands and millions to fall into it.
His distorted words slowly became clearly, more.. human-like, but still holding a slight distortion behind it, in Mana's case, it would be enough for her to listen to it like it was some normal language that a human like him could speak. Words filled with his rage, it was obvious that he was not himself anymore, submitting into the world of his own anger and hatred towards mankind and darkness itself, this isn't the results he meant to have before everything twisted sideways."I KNOW THE ʇ̜̫͇̰͠ɔ͚̖͕͍͈̣̝͟ɐ̬̝̬͍̺͔ɟ͓̼̘̰̘ͅͅ THAT IS DON'T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT YOU. BUT THIS IS TOO EARLY TO WRITE DOWN MY OWN DEATH IN YOUR BOOK. I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO DO AND THE FIRST THING ON MY MARK WILL BE YOUR DEATH! I ˥̗̰̟˥̢̝̞̯I͎̮̗̕M̥̖̟͡ MAKE SURE YOU REGRET RUINING WHAT I SOUGHT FOR, MY ABILITY TO PROTECT, MY LIFE, EVERYTHING THAT YOU TOOK FROM ME BY THE DARKNESS YOU'VE CREATED!"
Roaring out with his rage, his fist gripped tightly as his pair of glowing blood red eyes glances right back at Mana, his mind running all the work as hundreds of small orbs began to construct around him, and took no longer than a second for them to fire all at once towards Mana's direction, with each of these baseball-sized blasts holding a firepower akin to a tank's, for her case, these blasts would only burn her skin from each and every corner of her body. Anger, is what consumed his soul like a devil itself. There was no more mellodramatic speeches, mockery or sarcasticness, all he drives in his head and hands was to make sure her blood is spilled everywhere, and he will not let go of that opportunity run off scout-free like a rabbit. This is why he would go this far as to destroy her right before his bare eyes, to gain everything he had lost to the darkness. His joy was long gone, and replaced it with nothing but anger and hatred in his entire life. Never to be able to make any friends, know any family and was never loved by the society before, and all of that rejection against his existence made him lose all the possible purpose of life, this is why he built one for himself and it was a ridiculously laughable goal, and it was to, one day, make the Demon Queen's blood to spill before his bare hands. Like a devil he was, this was the only choice he could take out of all the paths that was blocked by some kind of invisible wall, and only be able to take the blood-stainted path, and forces him to choose between life and death itself wherever he goes, and whenever he fights.
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|Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Burning Clash Against The Darkness [ Private ] Tue Jun 10, 2014 1:15 am|| |
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Artist: Nightwish - Song: The Wanderlust - Word Count: 4114
What was this? The male was trying to bite off more than he could chew? The Queen would not allow it in this state of utter and total dominance. This mere mortal that stood before her without a single shred of hope of beating her mentally, physically or intellectually was not going to have that victory over her. So as the body of Sou Yuuki started to twitch back to life with fumes of defiance, the once bleak outlook of The Queen started to become infuriated once more, but not to the point where it she was blinded by a fog of maddening rage. No -- this was more -- precise. Sensing that energies within the runt beginning to spark upwards, The Demoness decided to start hitting back with a bit more force. In the moments where he tried to out right overpower the Queen from piercing his forehead? The Royal Asthavon responded with unrelenting and overpowering force as her own raw supply of energy started to come to the surface and inject itself straight into the tips of her lethal horns.
Of course she wasn't going to win this battle by brute strength -- so she instead played a game of raw force versus raw strength! Knowing that she possessed a wealth of fuel within herself that far surpassed and outclassed Sou in even his wildest of dreams, The Queen had not even tapped 1/6th into her daunting reserves. Therefore, with him being on the ropes from this softened display of power? The chance of his hands being stopped in their place was quite the strong probability. Indeed, the base of her horns were intent on staying rooted and firm in place as she enhanced them with her sinister aura. And in the form of a ominous screech, rows and rows of extra spikes started to extend themselves out of the horns already giving the human grief.
So what would this all mean for Sou? Simple: the stabbing of his skull and piercing his heads bones were all but going to become imminent. Smashing him over and over again with vicious strength, these appendages of Mana jabbed at his head like ravenous vultures looking to devour their prey. And in a flash of blinding green light, the release of her essence into the field was becoming more volatile. In discharge of power, the overall purpose of this energy being unleashed meant that the effects of The Queen's attacks were going to become more potent and destructive in their nature. It fell in line with her element starting to come back into action against The Nightmare's stubborn stand to rebel against The Empress of Demonkind. Thus, the bottomline was now that the stabbing blows of her projectile-based horns were going to own enough strength within them to taint the males body, corrode it and lower the effectiveness of his future transformations healing by roughly half. In this way, he wouldn't get off the hook in such a easy manner. As through the consumption of his blood, Mana had a strange connection to Sou's body. And within the core of this boy? She felt something colossal coming to the surface and had a profound sensation that a transformation, an ascension or release of some kind was all but imminent. Therefore, to plan for this circumstance in advance, her cards were being played in spades at this point. Once again, being that he failed to pay attention to the actions in which the Queen partook in up until this point in their deadly waltz across death's doorway, the dawn of Sou's demise drew nearer. "Your mouth...it spews nothing but false bravado and unwarranted confidence. Ye' speak of wanting to change your path, to find salvation in destroying a great "evil" and finding hope at the end of this black tunnel that is my rule's end. What...a foolish delusion."
Speaking with a sense of eerie calm, there was a shift in Mana's demeanor once more as her eyes were all but consumed by the shadow's. And soon after the whites, color and all else of her pupils and iris were obliterated from sight and nothing but darkness was left in them. Directly after that point, the chains of existence around them started to buckle, quiver and cry out in fear as the skies turned pitch black. All the anger brewing within the human was rubbing Mana in all the wrong ways. It made her want to crush him, turn his fury into ash and stomp upon the defiance he dared possessed to The Queen. Yes, his fuming words had only served to make her further focused, fixated and locked on rendering his entire being reduced to nothing but than abstract stain of blood on the side of the road that could pass for a terrible excuse for "modern art".
Henceforth, The Amulet of Downfall would make this vision a reality! Letting out the screams of millions, nay, tens of millions of souls out into the area -- Sou's hearing would more than likely be shattered and completely silent in the wake of such a release of power. As he unleashed his true awakening and tried to rip the horns from Mana's pretty little head, they'd harden, become further dense in structure and transcend themselves to a state of being that was on par with the mastery of his strength. And in this way, they'd thus remain unphased, unmoved and undoubtedly not even a single shred of a crack would be found on them. Coming from this rebellious and maddening individual -- MANA WOULD NOT BOW OR FEAR HIM!
For that reason, the skies started to transition and fade in and out from a scarlet stained hue that resembled blood, to the a darkness that was dimmer than the vast nothingness of the cosmos. As this change was occurring in the environment, Sou would find that his transformation may have been bugged, tampered with and compromised by the blood of Mana Asthavon. Like a virus, The Demon's influence was devouring him from the inside out. This was her trump card meant to put an end to any further resistance to this lone individual who stood in the way of her authority! Now possessing a strong taste for what Sou's attacks seemed to be capable of through analyzing the contents of his fundamental structure through the consumption of his blood, energy and body parts; Mana was now in a position to begin placing the male under her very control.
So, through her wicked demonic arts, The Queen was going through and systematically obliterating every single trace of Sou despite the daunting power of his released state. For compared to her own complete power? It was nothing but a drop in the bucket. Thus, at this point, he'd feel the wrath of an entire solar system crashing down upon his body as her parasites started ripping him apart piece by piece. Through each slash, every energized attack and the injection of her tendrils and spiritual particles into his body; Mana's command embed much deeper within Sou than he even realized. He'd soon start to feel his bones, vision, hearing, smell and nerves themselves turning to sunder as she released a colossal load of her DE Force within him.
This force was meant to reproduce the effects of her void within him and render the motions he attempted in thwarting her null blast on the outside -- futile. The deep lasting impact of her offensive strikes up until this point were all potent enough to even pose the prowess that lay behind healing and regeneration to be quite difficult. Mana was a master of the supernatural and magical arts, so with her energy pushing further towards the surface, it was not a stretch of the imagination to imprint the attributes needed into her attacks in order to accelerate the nature of these assaults to tear him apart on a subatomic level. For, after all, she operated on that plane of existence on a daily bases with just her body alone -- and now Sou's may very well be a part of that for her to control.
Yes, even if he released his awakened state, the amount of influence her energy wielded was on another level by itself. Under the satanic blessing of her demonic god, Mana directed absurd portions of Za Koa's vital essence into the human. In this way, the savage demoness strived to implode and overtake the likes of Sou Yuuki's own energy. Provided things pan out as she planned, if he tried to reject or eject this force from his body, it was far too late at this point for it to yield a strong chance of having an effect. As akin to a wormhole, Mana was teleporting external energy from this mass of demonic magic and overpowering the lone man's being with an unreal volume of power. This meant that the probability of The Demon Queen's takeover of The Nightmare's body was becoming more and more real with each second that passed in this fight.
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To further worsen matters, the depths of Sou's soul-chain was targeted and pounced on by these chaotic forces that be. To signify this, Mana began Hollering a monstrous roar into the heavens above them. The Mad Maiden then curled her hands into a fist and sought to smash the centermost point of Sou's spirit to obliterate the wealth of energy within him. If it went as calculated, he'd feel an ungodly amount of pain radiating across his very being as blackened veins would consume and envelop the entity of his body. Akin to a wrecking ball decimating a building, what Mana did to his soul was similar to a demolition crew annihilating the landscape. By attacking crux of his existence, The Queen aimed to have a very direct and game-ending move take place across his body. In the form of assaulting the foundation of Sou's inner energy, no matter what the form of power that is capable of being generated from his body, this technique was meant to snap him right out of his awakened form. And like a comet falling from the heavens, this power was meant to send him hurdling at a fast rate back into The Nightmare's base form and rendering him powerless for one month with the odds of The Asthavon's extensive damage taking root in him. At the very least, he'd have no more power than a mere Shinigami officer for the time being.
Henceforth, provided all went according to plan, he'd soon find it difficult to perform all of these "wondrous" and "otherworldly" attacks. As based on Mana's knowledge of fighting divine creatures? This man's level of godhood was nothing compared to fighting the likes of Angel Kakine, the hardened powers of Khala Asthavon and he certainly wasn't a match for the insanity that Truth brought her with his near deity-like status. So to understand, decipher and pick apart Sou's methods was not out of Mana's scope with her mind now concentrate on beating the crimson haired male to a bloody pulp. In consequence to that? The voids that the human was so valiantly fighting against adapted to her will and took on the essence of The Demon Queen's power.
Taking the gift to maintain control and sense her existence even outside the laws of time and space, the void-styled attacks that Mana shot off towards Sou would not be so easily stopped or halted with the mere trick of "Imaginary Plasma". Yes, Sou did take Mana back when he managed to halt their movements -- but only for a few moments until they were overwhelmed with a wealth of DE Force to outclass them and devour the very concept behind them. This is what total and utter obliteration was, after all. And with the additional benefit of feeding off Mana's will? If the human was keen to turn this into a battle of determination -- he'd find that the mad Queen's mental force would not be so overpowered by a just the basic desire to kill her.
She melded her resolve fighting against the fiercest of Demon King's and Queen's and molding it further through the process of building her empire across countless battles waged against demi-gods and near-deity like creatures. The Demoness has endured the total and utter mindbreak of her psyche, to managing the flow of dominance against tens of millions of souls attempting to, at EVERY WAKING SECOND, OF EVERY WAKING HOUR, to enslave Mana and throw her sense of self into an oblivion of madness. Nay, being the very product and vessel for which chaos and discord call home proved to be a constant battle of feat of conviction, persistence and fortitude not to be enslaved by her own element that drowned countless souls and spirits into a fine coma of permanent insanity.
So as their wills meshed against one another with these attacks, the factor and edge of Mana's unchained resolved was more than enough to outweigh, outpower and downright devour Sou's. As compared to all The Queen had face up until this point? He was but another stepping stone to her power. A lone kid drunk off his own power, ego and anger to see the kind of monster he was facing off against. Thus, the two blast were NOT equal in strength and the might of Mana's void mauled through Sou's attacks in order to continue it's path to breaking his fundamental existence.
In the meantime, the burst of light fired off towards The Queen face was but a joke. As, by the time it got to her, the probability of her corruption, breakdown and systematic destruction of Sou's internal body may very well be taking root. In line with this probability, if he wished to pull out the prowess of divine powers? The Empress of Demonkind would as well! Letting out a bellowing yell that rocked the space around them, another explosion of her disintegration-based elements surged out into the area as it sought to devour and consume all of Sou's energized blast. Thus, the chances of New York being caught up in his rampage were slim to none as they knocked back the explosive force these attacks held and rendered it to zero impact rage as he'd find it was but a futile effort to outmatch the Queen in power. In that time, she'd also be locking on to it's frequency. By pulling off this stunning feat, the inner-mechanisms of The Nightmare's nature were becoming more clear to and concrete The Queen as his blood ingested further into her being.
So along these lines or another, the focus shifted back into his internals as Mana snarled at the audacious behavior the male presented to him. Any sense of empathy, understanding or kindness was all but washed away with his steady declaration to slay her. If she was going to be presented with an enemy that was this hellbent on killing her? Then she'd let her powers do what they may to this target. Flashing back to the way she butchered her own brother, the seal of downfall was but a probable means of defeat to strip the male of his very powers. Putting her sinister magic to work, The Queen's particles that lay entrenched within Sou's very mind, body and spirit started to become alive with power once more as her will became stronger and they beckoned to her wake and call.
Absorbing the essential fragments of knowledge that was established inside the depth of The Nightmare's physical and spiritual being, Mana intended to rid him of all his supernatural powers by producing a makeshift seal meant to suck in the very embodiment of Sou's powers straight out of him like a vacuum. His plasma control, awakened forms, regeneration abilities, wind manipulation and every possible unnatural power outside of his bodies physical strength, speed, durability and detection of spirits were all being pursued in this full-out assault. In this demented way? Mana planned to have him reduced to back to the status of a mere mortal or join the ranks of Shinigami as a newborn plus. Even if she wasn't able to entirely able to takeaway his powers, they'd be far too damaged from the containment The Queen induced within him. Ever since the first strike of this fight, all of the blows inflicted upon his body meant that the odds of her intent being successful were high. So at the end of all this, she desired to at least restrict usage from his power for a month after this seal was extracted out of him and forged into an orb meant to be infused across Mana's chest. In it, if fate be on her side, Sou's very life force.
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Staring down the next wave of attacks the enraged human forged, Mana held her ground and started Hollering like a bat out of hell. The hundreds of energized blast shot off from Sou in the wake of his release would all be drowned out in the burst of another drowning wave of DE Force. A collection of power becoming stronger as Mana became further enraged and tapped deeper inward into her well of energy. So he continued to shout these infuriating words -- Red -- SHE WAS SEEING RED! Out of response from this flaming emotion, She wanted to see him crying out in pain, smacked back into the earth and in a puddle of his own blood so that he'd rue the day he even had the THOUGHT of trying to slay her. There were many beings that yielded the possibility of slaughtering her, as memories of Truth, Colin Washi, Deveta, Khala and Hanako Iramasha played in her mind in the wake of such a outcome with a lone white-haired woman standing behind them all within this mental picture painted in Mana's head. Yet -- if all the strength in Mana's very being had anything to say -- THEY'D GO DOWN SCREAMING BEFORE THIS MALE WOULD EVEN REALIZE A MORTAL WOUND!
Thus, on her hellish command, the boiling red shackles of Unchained Madness boomed out of the ground in the hundreds of thousands of chains. All of them were sharpened to the point of being able to cut through the skin of even the most masterful of Hierros and directed their energized sights on Sou Yuuki. Equipped with Mana's essence, they'd seek to impale him and drain the willpower, conscious, energy and strength right out of the boy to push him further towards the brink of destruction. Surrounding him at all sides, they then sought to rip apart his arms, legs, cut open large gashes in his chest, crush bones to dust and hurl his body like a raggedy-ann doll in the air and send him flying into the atmosphere.
"Kill me......? Make me...regret? Those are words you haven't the value to cash out. You are one foot in the grave and I'm going to put the other right where it belongs and send you hurtling into the abyss of death itself, mortal."
Speaking a low and raspy voice filled with hatred for this human being; Mana wanted him out of her sight, erased from her thought and nothing more than a distant memory of the past. Thus, in response to this wicked desire, the very skin of The Asthavon started to turn as black as hollow's soul as it became illuminated by cryptic demon markings in a emerald hue light. No matter where he hid, she'd set her mind's eye upon the vicinity of where The Nightmare's wavering life force was. Bending the reality of this world to her beck and call, an explosion of energy akin to the monstrous roar of a tornado's howl screamed throughout the whole of New York City.
What was taking place? The very deconstruction of Sou Yuuki. By this point? Mana expected him to be crippled, stripped bare and rendered into a pulverized state of unconsciousness. Therefore, the last thing to be done was to fling him out of this very existence. Being that Mana yielded the functionality to access dimensions outside of time and space, she decided to have his execution be in the cold vast wealth -- of nothingness. By doing her damnedest to propel whatever was left of The Nightmare into this external realm, this move intended to eradicate the very shell of Sou until nothing was left of him. Attempting to seal off the gateway back into this universe, Mana aimed to lock him within this realm of oblivion until the abyss consumed him, killed him and rendered him another prisoner or heal or reborn as a Shinigami. Being that this technique was designed to reject Sou's very presence from reality, Mana wanted to literally ERASE Sou's mind, body and power into the ashes of oblivion and force him to be reborn -- as something weaker -- for crimes against The Queen.
With retribution more than likely made in the wake of such chaotic attacks, there was nothing left to do but observe the show from her position upon the apex of New City: The Reborn Twintowers. Standing at the peak of these colossal behoments that rose far above the skyline of New York City, Mana took a calm sigh and let the weight of it all bare down on her. While she indeed was still the fifth phase of the cycle of grievous, it did not prevent her from feeling the side effects of wielding such a power. There a mental tiredness, a sluggish feeling and exhaustion felt wearing down on her body. Akin to running a hard sprint, while this wasn't Mana's fullpower ENERGY WISE, the POWERS themselves were quite EXTENSIVE enough to make her bring out into a sweat. After all, even the earliest stage of her seal was enough to fight 99% of the general population of Earth.
So it was perhaps her anger getting the better of her as she spat out a pool of green blood in response to such a furious attack launched against the human without releasing. If this had been in one of her higher states, perhaps such a rampage could have been better tolerated, but there was no need. Wiping the emerald blood from her mouth, she'd inhale and exhale a soft flow of breath as her skin started to turn back to it's original pale white shade. Staring upwards at the sky fading to a reddened and green hue, Mana could only scoff and give these gruff words to the human to digest:
"In your blood I sensed much hostility over trying to prove a point for your race. Humanity is a race I do not look down upon. Nay, I don't hold prejudice against any race." Spitting more fluid on the ground utter contempt and distaste for Sou, Mana cracked her neck and continued onward with her agitated speech. "However, if you believe mindless marching toward your own demise is going to fix anything, than you are as foolhardy as I am sinister." Easing the nerves in her body, the voice of The Queen was now calm as she closed her eyes and tried to relax this tension in her body. "So as you fade into the ephemeral skies of the phoenix's realm, reincarnate yourself as a spirit with a better meaning than just trying to purge the world of evil. Even someone lead by her primal instincts such as myself has more a purpose than someone willingly ready to hurl themselves into the loving grace of death for no discernible reason."
So with that, she'd prepare her final words and place her right foot upon the ledge of the structure she was on. "Therefore, I cast you back into the shadow's in the oblivion and force you to crawl through the world's madness until you come to me a form that can slay me. Even if we repeat this tango for as long as time last, I won't be slain by pure aggression alone. Let this be a lesson to you." In a clap of thunder in the skies, the last of Mana's speech would end and she'd let out a tired sigh as she hoped that the last of this ever-enraging battle was over at last. The battle had more than overstayed its welcome and the conclusion between Man and Demon needed to come to an end already. Especially against a man who was running on nothing more than primal rage.
"And a monster like myself won't fall to another beast masked in humanity's clothing."
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Everything he had planned to fight her with just raw strength and anger alone was not enough to deal with the Demon Queen, blinded by his own rage against her, everything was thwarted by the likes of Mana. The realization for such mistakes was far too late, everything he deemed of 'destroying the darkness' was nothing but a fakery against his own dreams as a human. His pride took the toll, it was a heavy burden against him, the Nightmare didn't want someone to pity him, look down against him just because he has no standards nor the ability to fight someone that reached the level of an actual Demon Queen. He was weak, that was all, he didn't work hard enough. Twisted with the thirst for more power, his path was merely blinded by the darkness and the rage to redeem himself for what he has done in taking away the lives of the people that he unintentionally took with his bloodied hands that forced him to cross the blood-stainted path that he never wanted to move into, ever in his thoughts nor life.
Beyond there, when his true awakening was revealed, he had lost all sense of his own conciousness, fought in such a bloody battlefield with only rage to boil his soul like the flames of hell itself, that was everything he could think of when he entered such state. His rampaging mind and body was rushing like an adrenaline, fighting at all costs even if in his current state. Never to yield to defeat, never to give up, never to even leave an inch of regret behind his back with the beings he had slaughtered. Deeming that the Demon Queen was the root of everything that flipped his life upside-down, this is why his emotions boiled with rage and sought to slaughter her with his mortal hands, even if it is an impossible feat for him to achieve. There was only Death await before his eyes, to reap his soul and take it away into the depths of world full of pain and the screams of victims that he had killed, giving him one hell of a ride to a place of darkness, screwing his mind and break its will as long as it still stands in existence.
Before the monstrous roar took its place into obliterating his figure, his hands clapped, before a great deal of plasma formed across his surroundings, protecting him as an outer shell like an egg would but as expected, it would simply blow all of it away with its power, his hand reaching before unleashing that last strength against the great force, hopefully being able to blast back with a tornado as well using the force of the vibration and the friction of the air particles, forcing the wind to attract at that one point and swirl as the particles crashes against each other, thus a tornado was produced with a blast of his palm. But knowing for a fact, it was all but to protect his bare clothing and minimize the damage as little as he possibly could by blasting another wind right at it, but it wouldn't stop the fact that his left arm was severely crippled, at a point it could be healed but at a much slower rate than usual, the bones snapped, unallowing him to use it anymore. Only if he can receive a greater power, something far beyond, but too driven by his own anger, he was blind against his own grave right before his eyes.
Propelled to an empty 'dimension', a realm of oblivion, it was cold for him. It was the same thing all over again, every path he took was wrong at every way. Rejected by the society, the reality. To a point of getting himself killed and was thrown into the abyss where it would simply consume him, waiting to reborn him like a phoenix from its flames, either into a plus or a hollow, or becoming into a shinigami. He doubted those facts with all the sins he held upon his shoulders. All he could do was to let his thought flow as his dead body floated across the abyss, thinking the simple fact of his own life. What did he fight for, in the first place? Fighting Mana was only an alternative goal and a delusional path to walk into because he never had an 'actual goal' to move into and strive for, this is why gaining more power became his target, to become stronger and know the actual path before him, but his anger blinded him greatly and before he knew it, the Demon Queen ended him just like that wihout a slightest hint knowing what happened to him.
All these thoughts that ran in his mind further built the fragments of his goal. His past that tormented his will, broke his personality apart and turned into a monster-like being he was currently, that is why he called himself the 'Nightmare', destroying anything that dares to defy him and his advancements for power. When Shadin took him down, he learnt his lesson by trying to put his personality further away from the line, less pissed and less swayed by anger. However, despite all that, the true dark side of his face were his true awakened, a beast that cannot be tamed, and blinded him with rage that burns his sight like the fires of hell, and the consequences were dire. His need of revenge, to redeem, to become the 'hero' once again were all but blinded by rage that he possesses. These determination he held up for so long would be nothing of an effort if he was to cover his eyes from the reality for the rest of his lives. The fragments, was collected. He knew he couldn't die just yet, and if he cannot redeem his great sins of taking the lives away of the innocent, then he will PROTECT
the damn innocents as a villain, the darkness, and one day, he will become the hero, the light that he sought for.
Lesson learnt, he figured out anger and vengeance will not resolve anything, and would lead to his death. Fight if you want to survive, stand if you want to live, look foward if you do not want to be swayed by needless emotions. Hesitate and you will die, and never to look back in the past. He will redeem by protecting, and from now, he won't die yet too early in fighting Mana. Knowing the power gap between the human and the Demon Queen, he chuckled at the very fact. Speaking to himself with a smile, it was full of sarcasm but it was a fact for his own stupidity and foolishness, "Tch. If i figured that out sooner, i wouldn't need to die so dramatically. Now i get it, you damned abyss. I know what i have to fight for now after my eyes are blinded from that stupidity i tried filling myself with. It was to protect, so i could prevent less deaths, as a villain. NOW THEN, LET'S GET ON WITH DEALING WITH THIS PIECE OF SHIT WE HAVE HERE!!!!!!"
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A sheer blow of power suddenly surged throughout the entire city. The feeling was like no other than an explosive spiritual power that is flowing right throughout the vicnicity of the New York City. The abyss could've eaten him up by now, but it would be a try-hard action to actually break through the gates that leads to reality. There was no more running away, no more hiding or tremble in fear from the sins he has done, and it was time for him to face the truth around him, that no matter how much he struggles, he will need to accept the reality around him that he killed so many innocents that it drove him into the path of the villain, but that won't stop him from shredding the darkness throughout the city and do what was meant to be done, protect the ones that required protection, and keep them out of harm's way, to prevent more death that crushes his very sanity.
In a way or two, even in such cases of being shut off from the face of the existence that seperates the gateway between the reality and the abyss that Sou currently resides in and was thrown into, the fabrics of the very gate would suddenly crack in the mid-air, the position where she sealed the very gateway itself away from the reality that she was currently in, all but to be broken by the increasing power of his bodily energy and chi energy, that is expanding rather indefinitely. His arms was suddenly wrapped itself with white flames, each and every tiny bits of these flames were not normal type of fire that one encounters, through using an ounce of his knowledge, these flames were made through an ancient knowledge and made purely out of angelic properties, flames from the unknown world and from the heavens itself, tapped right out of his mind that provides the information. Legs were all engulfed with white flames as well, and if a being such as demons or even hollows, a touch from these flames can make them feel an intensive pain surging throughout their entire body as if they were pierced by millions of blades and cut down to pieces, crushed by hammer and so on by the beings that has an ounce of 'evil' in them, much like 'cleansing' them but at a much more painful ways than one.
His wings were no longer a pair of black wings, formerly represents his great rage and hatred towards mankind because of their different views and their rejection against him, hence the true awakening, the dark side of his very power that kept him away throughout these span of years. However, these white wings represents his heavy resolve and determination from the pain he suffered, the rejection, the deaths of the innocent that drove him to insanity and into the blood-stainted path that he may never return. These dark sides were soon driven away after his great resolve and determination to protect those who were powerless and needed that protection, willing to mend his own wounds and redeem his sins by doing good again, and reclaim the light that he once lost all by himself with his bare hands, this is why the Full Awakening was unleashed by all of resolve and answer to his actual meaning of life, allowing him to develop the true goal that he never once had, to protect and the only thing that drives him right into the depths of hell and move foward in a huge leap like never before. The Nightmare, has awakened from his darkness.
However, it does not void away the fact that Mana has restricted his capability as a human, not all of it, with chances of his unbreaking will, he tends to resist her ability to take away his life force and chi energy and hold up his determination, no more anger nor hatred, all but pure sense of righteousness and the right sense of mind. All due that his strength is greatly restricted for a month into the orb she made, Sou intends to take it back what's his, otherwise, self-defense would not be easy wihout his strength going through some punches and kicks for an eternal blow-ups. All the damage and pain from Mana was all but to ensure the pain of his body and soul, not to mention his soul chain being greatly affected out of everything else that may take it, his chi energy can be felt to be fluctuating from time to time, and rather randomly upon his outburst of power into the angelic structure of his deepest core of power, the Fully Awakened
It was hard to completely erase the abyss itself through sheer spiritual power itself, even if he was at Kenpachi's level, he needed something more than just raw power of overflowing energy. Despite being able to leave cracks through the gateway itself that seals him out of the universe, the living realm, New York City, it doesn't mean he can break it wihout sufficient force, and to do so, he might need a little twist. Such scales were large, not to mention that his energy was still fluctuating from the effects of Mana's attempt to seal off his strength, giving him a tough time to maintain his physical body of that of a semi-divine being's and maintaining that almost-indefinite chi energy that surges from tip to toe, nowhere on par with the Demon Queen yet considering that it was unlocked not too long ago and its potential was not as revealed as it was yet, for now, to destroy the abyss would be an impossible task, so the twist would be the destruction of the gateway.
The fact that the cracks appeared was because of the frictional force of the gate's physical structure against the exploding energy that his state unleashes, not to mention that the fabrics of the space-time that supposed to lock its connections away from the abyss he was sent to by Mana was too disturbed by the heavy prowess of his increasing power, forcing it to reopen because of its inability to contain an energy that was almost hitting the level of angelhood itself, but less stable where it pushes his status away from such level of being called a 'divine being', but considered to be enough to be rather powerful in such state. Leaving the cracks open, his hand burst right through it, with his wrist that was summoned in a shape of a large ring just about the size of his hand, moments later, he would make an attempt to shoot the blast of pure light, different from the potential of his 'Imaginary Plasma', its force would be indeed powerful to completely shatter the gateway that Mana tried to seal him away into the depths of the great abyss to leave him rot, die and reborn as a plus and come back in a form of a shinigami, but it won't happen today, because his goals are not achieved yet, after recollecting his past, it was not the time to give into the lost mind.
Piercing right through the shatterings of the gate, if it made an impact before the earth of the New York City, in Mana's sight, it was far different than what she may or may not have imagined, creating a prowess of force that simply devour up a huge portion of the city itself, even if reinforced by a barrier, it would at least take out half of the city itself by its strong prowess of power. The unstability of his state made Sou vomit pure red blood from his mouth, hints of the fact that he can't maintain his form very well even if he achieved it not too long ago and the damage he received from Mana earlier ago before he tapped into this state were not healing too quickly than what he had expected, before stepping right out from the gates to show his new appearance for the likes of Mana, a sincere smile of enjoyment, entertainment and achievement, no sarcasm and no sinister appearance, all under a pure fact he had took ahold of the resolve of his life, and will not die in vain over such simple fact for fighting Mana and 'vanguishing darkness'. If he realised this earlier, he wouldn't need to be damaged so badly. Roaring out his voice, the tone was no longer full of sarcasm, hatred or anger, it had a sense of calmness and righteousness behind him, no more of his own hatred of the mankind that rejected his existence."Yo, Queen! Guess who's back from the abyss and the world of thinking? Its your favourite mortal human that came all the way from Hell, Mana Asthavon!"
The voice of his that roared outwards from the collapsing gateway that Mana made, it was no longer distorted unlike he was during in his true awakening state, he was able to speak like a mortal in a language where everyone can listen to. His eyes sharpened its senses, before his breath became stabilized in its own pace, he wanted to at least get something back that was taken from him, the restriction that made against him and infused it into her chest, and it would be the time to take that orb. Booming in a flash of speed, he was able to move at a speed beyond his actuality in speed in a sudden blink of an eye was to change the pressure according to his previous calculations on his fight against Mana while his device was still around before it went through a probability means of destruction from the Queen's attack, but never to mind that, by utilizing the energy waves between his feet and the air itself, he was able to make a large explosion of wind with an enough force to push him beyond his speed limit, and in exchange of going through that change, his nose seem to bleed from the sudden changes in his body's velocity that it never got used of since he just used such thing recently, forcing his blood pressure to go highs and lows which caused a nose bleeding, but his senses was not affected much nor was his body balance was.
Making a rather risky attempt to smash and puncture his hand right through Mana's chest to snatch back the orb, there is a good chance he may lose that arm of his before he could approach her directly, but making it a try, hopefully for the lady luck to at least give him the succession of getting it back, the moment his hand punctured right through her chest, in half-way before completely bursting out from the other side of her chest, it creates a small white orb from his spiritual energy, and make an instanteneous explosion that would not cause any harm to her internal and external structure nor her energy as well, but it was for the orb to recognize the spiritual wavelengths between his and the orb's, gaining the access and was 'probably' used to force the destruction of the seal or any safety that may interfere with it, the second he has his very hands on the orb, he would literally crush it by force to regain what's right of his capabilities that was restricted, and if attacked by Mana through means of another roar or to cut him in the slightest with her horns or the claw itself, his body would naturally produce a defensive light akin to his electromagnetic field but less electrifying, and produces more firepower that redirect these sort of attacks if they hit right against it, unless Mana can create a strong piercing capability to her horns or claws, it is actually easy to cut right through it with force that has a 'piercing capability'. The usage of Death Energy would become something that would deal almost no effect against the defensive field he produces, by using a fact of 'purifying'.
Knowing that Death Energy is an essence of Death itself, Sou would become just 'almost-invulnerable', not completely, wihout a sufficient amount of Death Energy and power, his defensive field would be tough to rot since it uses the purifying methods akin to an angel or a holy ability, cleansing the DE because of its 'evil nature' of being an essence of Death, which means that Sou himself cannot wield such energy as well, as if he were to possess it, indeed he can use Death Energy, but it would end up for his complete loss of his Full Awakening and to never be able to use his full awakening because of its 'semi-divine' state and its angelic properties that cannot cleanse the essence of that energy in his body, thus his inability to use it. For now, it would be an easy fact that the attempts to hit him hard with DE would be a feat that is just about impossible unless Mana can create an absurb force of it to break through its 'purifying' capabilities. For normal attacks, it simply redirects the forces of these attacks by creating an opposing momentum or 'force' that strikes back one's attack or force, forcing it to redirect as long as it produces a higher form of power that would overwhelm the other one.
There would be no sense of pain felt by Mana, nor when the moment he had his hand pulled right out of her chest where it smashed right into it, there would be no pain no matter how much one struggles to feel even a receptor of that very pain. Going through the factors of a body's receptor, it was made simple was to temporarily disable their pain receptors the moment it punctured through, by making a pulse of energy that stretches not too far and not too close, cancelling the feeling of pain until he had his hand pulled out and when the chest reforms by itself wihout needing the user's permission at all. Moving quite a distance away from the Demon Queen, his nose had a clear visible amount of blood bleeding right of it, enough to make up a cup of his own blood, it was proven that his body was not at its stable state where he can control the power of a semi-divine being, not to mention again that even with his capabilities regained, his energy levels would still fluctuate since his body was not 'prepared' to handle such a power in an extent of an almost infinite chi power where he could perform large scale attacks, but can be considered enough for him to summon attacks that is many times stronger than his Imaginary PLasma, but he didn't awaken for the sake of fighting further.
His mouth opened, only to speak the words that one might not expect from a berserker, from the Nightmare's very voice, "I hereby announce that i have lost my fight against the Demon Queen, Mana Asthavon and i will retreat as you wish that i would. I won't mindlessly attack anymore, and i thank you for letting me taste the defeat in a fight i will never win, and i will come back in a form where i can fight you wihout swinging around my fists like some crazy bastard. Hoiwever, i wonder if you would let me out of here, since i know that you aren't in a happy-go-lucky mood.""I may not require any pity from you. It may not be my style to announce my very defeat against you, but i understand that none of us would gain anything even if i get to slaughter you, or if you get to slaughter me. I do not want your looneys to follow me, since they might risk their lives trying to cut me down since i was defeated by you as well. I apologize if i punctured your chest earlier, since i needed something back that you taken from me."
His eyes glanced with a direct eye contact against Mana's, there was no sarcasm nor anything that was behind his words, nothing else but seriousness about his loss against Mana and his will to retreat, to take it as its his own defeat with the realization that he won't be able to keep himself on par with Mana no matter how powerful he was, and he is just going to keep fighting and evolving, until he get to that point where he could finally fight Mana head-to-head and with the same power that could clash against each other evenly. With his current state and newfound power, he doubt he can maintain his full awakening for long since he just tapped into it not too long ago as long as his mind remains positive of his own. The decisions are all in Mana's hands, and depends how she gives her decision, this might be the only way to leave this place safely and put away their grudges. It is not fear, but more as an acknowledgement of meaningless deaths and no achievement in the end for either side. He knew it, but blinded himself away from it with pure rage previously, but he has to accept the fact that he is not powerful enough, and even if he can't fight her, he will protect those who has no power, that was it that drives his thoughts with determination and resolve for his own future. Nothing else but that.
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