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|Subject Post 1Subject: The Aspect of Madness [Private] Fri Apr 29, 2016 12:34 pm|| |
Artist: DJ Snake - Song: Middle (Instrumental) - Word Count: 1,033
Nemain Calliope... Was not used to this feeling.
In the entirety of her life she had known only two primary emotions which she tended to flip back and forth between wildly with seemingly no middle ground where those around her might catch a breath. These emotions were pure, adrenaline-fueled ecstasy... and unyielding rage. If one of them couldn't get the job done, the other one could, and that had been something that had rung true throughout Nemain's whole of existence. Never in her checkered career as a fight-loving psychopath had she ever encountered an obstacle that she couldn't overcome with either sheer enthusiasm and effort, or anger so cataclysmic that it bulldozes through all things standing obtuse in relation to her objective.
That is... until now. Now; however, Nemain had a completely new sort of dilemma. One that she couldn't trample underfoot or soar above no matter how hard she tried. She had plateaued. She had stopped meeting challenges that forced her to grow.. and yet the challenges yet ahead were just out of her grasp.. Enemies she could all but take on if she were only that small bit stronger. The conflict in Iceland, and her brawl with Eiji and Stefan, had taught the blue-haired brawler two things.
The first? Vizards have always been, and will always be, gigantic douche-bags.
The second? The game was changing.
She couldn't tell you when it happened. She couldn't tell you how it happened. But it had happened. The bar had been raised. Somehow, someone had set off some chain of something.. and now everyone was raising the stakes. Defenses, offenses, techniques, artifacts... people seemed to be honing themselves now more than ever, as if the entire universe was simultaneously preparing for some unseen event just around the riverbend.. The thought was terrifying in and of itself.. but Nemain didn't give a shit about any of that.
No.. Nemain's problem came from the fact that she would, as an absolute certainty, rather die than be left in the dust by her peers and her enemies. She couldn't bear the thought of becoming obsolete. Becoming a broken tool, unneeded and unused despite her history and loyalty, was perhaps her single greatest fear.. not that she'd ever admit that to another living soul. No way in hell.. That one was following her to the grave.
However.. it was because of this fear.. because of this need to continue staying within the realm of useful.. because of this desire to overpower and overcome and overtake.. this... calling she heard.. constantly.. in the back of her head.. to fight and win until there was nothing left to conquer...
That the Trecera Espada of Shadow Fall... found herself outstepping her bounds.. superseding her chain of command and keeping her activities covert as she went over her Primera's head.. so to speak.. finding herself requesting an audience with the one woman who she knew in her gut held the key to all of this.. Mana.. the Mad Queen of Shadow Fall.. and one of the most awe-inspiring people Nemain had ever encountered.
As the Espada was escorted in, she immediately bowed her head and lowered herself down onto one knee. She was far too afraid, for the moment at least, to possibly attempt eye-contact with this woman who, at the moment, held the very fate of Nemain's future in her hands depending on her answers.. Nemain wouldn't ever dare acknowledge it, but she was getting desperate.. for some kind of reassurance that she would not be left behind."My Queen.."
The woman began, clearing her throat briefly before continuing, her eyes locked onto the floor as if moving them would beget spontaneous combustion."..You may not know of me.. but I serve you in the Shadow Espada under my Primera, Rose Mischevang.. My name is Nemain Calliope, your Trecera Espada.. I have served loyally with my fellow Espada and have fought many dangerous opponents to help assure the future of this organization... but I cannot lie.. I get quite a bit of enjoyment, which I suppose is a selfish pleasure of mine, just from the fight itself.. From goin' toe-to-toe with the strongest people our enemies can throw at us.. I like the rush.. I like the challenge.. but something changed..."
Nemain trailed off, sighing briefly and sweeping a strand of hair that had fallen over her face off to the side, tucking it gingerly behind her ear before she continued. "The tides of battle are turning... I can feel it in the air.. I felt it in the men I faced in Iceland... The ceiling is being raised of what is possible in both technologies and abilities as our opponents and allies get ever-stronger... I have trained for many moons and cannot seem to bolster myself any further by natural ability alone... Which is why I came to you.."
She lifted her head a little, allowing herself a small bit of movement to try and allow for her Queen to see the genuine concern on her face, though she still dared not look directly on her person. "..I believe you hold the key to helping me use my aspect... my madness.. to its fullest extent.. I believe you, my Queen, one who is known widely to have madness down to a science, can show me what power I could truly bring from the constant pull to the battlefield that I simply cannot ignore... the aspect I cannot fully harness... that drumming in my ears..."
Her voice shook a bit, as if getting the words out was a struggle unlike any other. Nemain was nervous.. she was scared.. she was practically begging for some way to continue growing so she could continue to serve."I do not want to become one with no use to either Rose or you, my Queen.. I wish only to become the greatest soldier that either of you could ask for..."
And with that finishing statement, she bowed her head low once more, and waited..
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Aspect of Madness [Private] Tue May 31, 2016 6:04 am|| |
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Artist: Alice Glass - Song: STILLBIRTH - Word Count: 1461
Rain, rain, rain; will it ever go away?
Wellllll -- maybe it could if Mana threw another whimsical twirl of her wrist. The gal' was one of those kooky all powerful super demons, so it wasn't exactly out of this wack-o's control to alter the weather. However, given the atmosphere of the planet, it seemed quite befitting for these melancholic drops of reality to paint quite a dull and gray landscape for all to submerge their sorrow-filled madness in. After all, depression was just another flavor of lunacy and these strings of mental illness which popped up throughout the planet were only serving to put The Queen in a heartfelt paradise.
It is why this wicked witch of the west wasn't exactly surprised when a more somber and stern Nemain walked through her palace doors. The whole planet was more or less going to shit day by day, and it wasn't exactly a fun thing for either side to go through. People were beginning to grow tired, irritated, displaced, anxious, insane and anything but stable! Twas' quite the spectacle, but ol' Queenie couldn't spend all this time masturbating to these grim, grim thoughts. Why not spread the love and drink from this buffet of depravity?
Therefore, The Empress of Discord and Lunacy slithered her way through the shadows of the castle only to emerge out of a blob of gooey blackness in front of Nemain. In a matter of moments, such childish giggles were heard emitting from this glob of chunky shade before it took the form of a rather shapely feminine figure. From there, two bat-like wings sprung forth from behind and a pair of vertebrae like horns popped forth from her head with an unnerving squishing sound.
After that, it was only a matter of time before the whole pale-skinned package stamped itself on this oh-so-mendable body. Emerald eyes poked through way through the shaded abyss, while such lovely demonic claws extended from the tips of The Queen's tender finger-tips. With a wiggle of her hips, the luscious raven black hair of The Asthavon formed and an overly long dress as black as the night itself materialized around her racy body. When the sleeves burned away from her garment, The Royal Asthavon twirled around on her feet until a pair of black pumps formed around them and she was fully adorned for a spooky-spooky evening!
Thus, the creature which was filled with so much manic liveliness had spun around, boogied and waltz her way throughout the room in order to emerge before The Espada with a wicked smile across her face. With but a quick movement of her pale hand, The Demoness caressed the cheek of Nemain before forcing the creature to stand on her own two feet with such a potent sense of power. "S'ugah, there is no need for ya' to bow before me right now. What I want to see is that such a delectable piece madness such as ya self stand~!"
Even if she was in mid-speech, Mana would see to it that the fellow maiden of lunacy stood. She would not have anything else!
With that little matter of the way, The Queen paused and listened to the words that The Espada uttered out. Selfishness? Greed? Battle? Change? All of these were common traits thrown about in the world that brought both savages and heroines alike together. So it was of little surprise that her desires were so earnest and to the point. As every single being on this planet adhered to them and this world morphed based on those greedy desires! "Geez, ya' talk too much about such obvious things. We all know everythin' is-a-changin' and I'm thrilled to see this uncertain future unfold!"
Really, this sadness had to go. It wasn't too appealing to The Mistress Of Depravity and she'd seek to consume this blackened form of madness for herself. Therefore, all around Nemain would an unnerving sense of devouring consume her state of mind. For Mana had numerous tendrils extend from behind herself and had them pierce a blue sphere which had illuminated around The Espada's body. "Babe, ya ain't hot like that to me. This filthy land can consume one with oh so much melancholy, and such simplistic thoughts are capable of sinking into the mind and making one oh too lonely!"
From there, fangs emerged from the mouth of The Asthavon and all the rows of teeth in that petite mouth of hers became unhinged as she drew herself closer to Nemain, squeezed her grip across the Arrancar's mouth and almost smothered The Espada under her hand as those gem green eyes illuminated with quite the alluring light. ""Yet, I suppose I am the one to blame, am I not? Hehehe, yes, yes I am! All of the world's instability, depravity, chaos and mental un-wellness started with me."
Tight, tight, tighter; that hold would not let go on The Trecera as memories of World War Three started to ooze and bleed into the mind of The Demoness. Indeed, she had started and set into motion all of what the world had turned into today. With her guidance over demon world, this Queen had led her people into a maddening age of power, liberation and chaos. Freed from the shackles of restraint, logic and law; the chains of a lawful reality no longer restricted them and they were free as they could be to indulge in this new world of madness.
And, even though a great many died, could anyone on either side be truly upset having been flung into a world of depravity? Those who fought against had been left in such a stagnated state in the depressive glow of peace's haze. When she obliterated all of that, the levels of power, technology and the limits of what were made possible in this dimension had accelerated, grown and developed into new heights. Heights which could have NEVER
been made possible under the delicate peace this world was under prior to her radical change of it. Everything came with a price....""Hahahaa, but we both know this is a curse in the end, right? All of the universe's dangerous instabilities, crazed thoughts, illogical meanings and unstable nature reside and are managed within me. And it is for that reason why you've sought me out. As only my hand is capable of absolving, changing and birthing such madness."
At this point, The Queen would give a hard laugh that echoed all throughout the castle as her tendrils started churning around the body of Nemain and tasting every inch of her petite body. This form of sullen madness was by far The Empress's least favorite state of lunacy. Melancholy left such a bitter and un-savory taste in her mouth; akin to a child eating vegetables for the first time and absolutely loathing the experience. Even if there was nuggets of beauty to be found in a world sadness, this receptacle of madness desired only to be filled with manic lunacy.
So, it is for this reason that Mana found Nemain's natural state oh so beautiful. To burn away and laugh in the face of such a grim reality was what it meant to be her preferred state of mad. To become so dissolved from the world that nothing hurts the heart; to enter a state of being so uncaring and selfish, it was all so true to her creed. Thus, out of her own greed and hunger, The Queen would continue to devour The Arrancar's melancholic madness by placing her hands away from Nemain's face; but moving on to shove her entire face into her neck and bite into the very flesh of The Espada in order to consume this lunacy straight from the source. 'So I can mold your mind to become absolved in the art of a true maddening bliss. I will take you through a journey of self-actualization and have you arise above the cloud of abjection this world has always been known for drowning itself in. And I will begin this venture in the heart of madness itself: Madness City~'
No longer speaking with her mouth, the consciousness of The Demon Queen echoed out into the air and her blood-filled face could only gaze longingly upwards at Nemain to see what her response to all of this would be. Was she truly ready to go down this path and see what the world of madness had to offer?
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Aspect of Madness [Private] Mon Jun 20, 2016 10:24 am|| |
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Nemain had known that the Queen of Demons who watched over the lands of Hell as well as the ranks of Shadow Fall was an odd one indeed. Anyone who had met her could tell you that the mad queen was bat-shit insane in the most literal of ways seeing as how the lady loved
her some bats. The former vasto had been expecting some strangeness upon having gone to go see the woman. However, nothing could've prepared her for the true oddities that came with being a seemingly omnipowerful being looking over a world of madness and despair.
Almost immediately after Nemain had spoken, a blob of shadow had traveled from the depths of the castle to just in front of the Espada's own person. Nemain blinked, taken aback slightly by the suddenness of the movement, readying herself for any possible offensive action taken in her direction. Instead, the admittedly gorgeous body of the Mad Queen herself would form out of those very shadows in front of the arrancar, her bright green eyes shining from the top of a form that would've put Aphrodite in a paper bag if one were to draw a comparison.
Nemain was awestruck by the woman almost immediately. No one but Rose in the woman's history had been able to command her respect so quickly and readily. Nemain could feel
the danger radiating from this woman. The aura of madness and lunacy that surrounded the Queen was intoxicating. Nemain wanted to have that kind of presence. That's exactly the sort of power that the woman was fighting for. She wanted her enemies to look at her and tremble in fear of her insanity alone. That was the true aspect she was going for. She wanted to totally and completely harness her aspect of death to utilize madness to its fullest extent.. and what better person to discuss that plan with, than a being who presides over madness itself?
Nemain felt herself rising to her feet before she even knew what was happening, an electric energy coursing along her skin from where Mana's hand caressed her cheek. Nemain felt herself gulp, her form being brought up to stand. What had she gotten herself into, she wondered, her curiosity outweighing any potential for fear as she simply grinned at the compliment from the demon. However, as the girl continued to speak, Nemain began to feel.. strange. Before she could speak to try and counter, or explain, a sensation had started that the Espada could not quite explain. It felt as if something was eating at her.. at the sadness that had crept around the edges of her facade lately. Nemain blinked, her eyes widening in surprise as she watched the blue sphere of energy surround her. The espada gaped, not even noticing the tentacles that formed behind Mana until they surged forward, crashing into the light around Nemain herself.
The surprises continued, as Mana's unpredictable nature showed itself in spades. Having moved herself closer to the Espada. Nemain felt the woman's hand close down over her mouth, and squeeze so hard that Nemain couldn't have hoped to ever break that grip.. not even with all of her strength. Nemain would've never admitted it, but there was something that Nemain liked a lot about that feeling.. about having someone you admire being in complete power over you.. it was why Nemain admired and respected Rose.. but this was different.. this was almost.. filthy
, what Nemain was feeling. The girl shuddered, trying to push those thought from her mind. Instead, she listened to Mana, and focused on the feeling that surrounded her as this energy pierced and surrounded the very core of the Espada's being. She understood.. She understood what Mana meant.
As the Demon Queen's face pressed against Nemain's neck, her teeth sinking into the skin there and making Nemain's whole body tingle from the feeling, Nemain understood exactly what was happening. The tendrils that Mana had summoned were coursing and writhing over Nemain's whole body.. the combination of those, and Mana's fangs, were draining from Nemain the negative energy that had corrupted the pure and concentrated lunacy that Nemain was supposed to be the embodiment of. Mana wanted to make her herself again.. but make her a better version of herself.. make her the most true pinnacle of madness itself that she could aspire to be.. that is, if Nemain was understanding her correctly.
As the Demon Queen looked up at the Espada, the blue-haired arrancar couldn't help but find herself nodding. She looked down, her bright pink eyes meeting the emerald ones of her Queen within Shadow Fall as she spoke, hoping to explain herself well enough to earn Mana's help. ”Yes. That is all I want. I want to get rid of all of this.. bullshit that's clouded me.. it's ruining my focus.. I need to get serious.. I want to harness this insanity.. I want to use it, not to pity myself, but to utterly and completely crush all of those who have dared to see themselves as my betters! I want to become the utter pinnacle of madness that my aspect could possibly allow me to be! It's all I want. It's all I've ever wanted! I will destroy every last one of them!”
Nemain's face had twisted to a sinister grin, a cackle escaping from her lips to echo off the castle walls as she laughed wildly, the effects of Mana's sheer maddening influence already beginning to show as Nemain lost herself to her most carnal, bloodthirsty desires.
This was what the Demon Queen wanted, Nemain primed as a vessel for the most delectable kind of pure and unchallenged madness.. She was prepared for Madness City… she was prepared to face whatever stood in her way. And now, it was all up to Mana.
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|Subject Post 4Subject: Re: The Aspect of Madness [Private] Tue Jun 21, 2016 1:41 am|| |
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Harness -- insanity?
Excellent choice of words! That's all that The Queen needed to hear from her loyal subject of madness. Any less and she would have mutilated the Espada herself. Yes, yes! That oh-so-wonderful sense of depravity oozed form The Empress of Lunacy like the month old stench of an army of corpses scattered across a war-torn field. All of the intent released from Mana would be released under a most amorous gaze and stare; for her aura had been binding around Nemain like a constricting web.
For, while Mana considered herself a ruler of many kingdoms, the domain of lunacy was one which she held a particularly high aggression over. As the scent of Nemain's melancholic depravity filled her senses, the essence of The Danava of Madness wanted to vomit straight in her face at this pathetic display of suppressed mania which unfolded before her eyes. To lose sight of that hysteria within her soul was akin to a crime and one Mana was prepared to be the judge, jury and executioner on. Yet -- not a single shred of that mattered!
For the mania within The Espada's heart was returning and it was akin to seeing the most professional of painters skillfully mold their greatest pieces of work to move the spirit. For, those twinges of madness which still brewed within Trecera were the flickers of light in a world of total blackness. No matter how it consumed the core of The Queen, all she needed was her sweet, sweet manic nature to wield away all heartache of her soul and to face the sight of oblivion with a cackling laughter down into the burning embers of a frantic hell.
Thousands upon thousands of screeches radiated throughout the Kingdom Of London. It was if an entire civilization of witches had died in one final blaze of glory. For all throughout the city of London, the skies would become devoured in a rich shade of emerald light and the illumination became blocked out and eclipsed by the unending shine of The Queen's unbridled chaos. In fact, this wavelength of strength could be felt throughout the United Kingdom and across the many neighboring countries which surrounded it.
Ireland, Poland, Germany, Norway, France, Spain, Italty, Austria, Switzerland; even further beyond the scope of these regions, the European union could undoubtedly feel the pulsation of The Queen's hundreds of millions of souls crying, hollering and shouting out in pleasure in the exquisite work of art before their eyes. This release of limitless madness masqueraded under the eternal anguish of countless damned soul adorned The Demon Queen and masked her in the essence of a cosmic creature with no known shape, mind or soul. No. It was better to think of her as a mass and accumulation of the world's instability.
The hum of this maddening siren call was made and this God of Chaos shined down upon one of it's most loyal subjects. As the world soared with pressure, buckled with the most fierce of quakes and cried the most bloodiest of tears with a acidic downpour of oil blood from the heavens; this the unhinged form of Mana's essence gripped Nemain's skull as if it were nothing more than glass in her waiting to be shattered. For like the rocks which stood between an excavator trying to find his most precious gem buried in the dirt, The Manic Queen sought to break through the layers of spiritual grime to find the dazzling diamond of The Espada's most beautiful mania.
Thus -- a seal of absolute madness was placed upon her mind, body and spirit! One which was filled to the brim with ungodly energy! It would snap, scream and snarl at the seams of Nemain's embodiment. Gnawing, tearing through and nestling in the deepest pits of her psyche, heart and soul to fill it with maddening thoughts, evolve her mania to unprecedented heights and inject a sense of great instability within her body. It would feel as if her body was a lit with a painful fire, one which burned away the root of her innermost ego, melted through the fibers of her body and burn with a blaze which could consume this entire world in an incomprehensible pain!
But -- that infernal anguish would be nothing more than the most erotic, orgasmic and heavenly release that a person could ever wish to climax to when they subjected themselves to The Kingdom of Madness! As every waking moment of Mana's existence was filled with unspeakable pain, but after so many thousands of years, it became a way of life and way to push her mental endurance to levels which could rival even the most trained of masters in the art of will and tolerance to physical and mental torment.
And so, to be cursed by her kingdom, Mana infused The Seal Of Eris upon Nemain's forehead. This was a spell which could only be broken by someone with both the magical prowess and presence of power which could rival the Queen's satan-like magic. As infused within it had been portions of the universes unending madness which had been collected, stored and past down through the cycle of Eris's multiple selves throughout countless millennia. With this mark of the beast claiming The Trecera, she'd see immeasurable gains in energy, strength and prowess; yet it was NOT going to be something easily tamed and made a slave.
The Queen herself hadn't even achieved a full mastery of her power, so the body of The Disciple of Madness known as Nemain would feel constant pain, the ineffable sounds of infinite mania and the sheer might of her soul and body would be pushed to itself limit. If they could not achieve that during their training, then she would simply die, lose total sight of herself or become so crippled by madness that she'd never move an inch without being reminded of this transcendent torment.
This is what it meant to train under the guidance of The Queen and the nature of her training for those with the utmost of Eris's call to madness sealed within them. It was her gift to this Agent of Chaos and it was not one taken lightly.
"YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL."
Through the void of perpetual madness, two pairs of eyes of which gleamed with a shine brighter than any sun broke through the emptiness and gazed upon Nemain as thousands of stars twinkled around them as if they were in a cosmic palace made of lunacy which could reach the ends of the universe itself. "I will give you this GIFT of marvelous madness so long as that shine never leaves my sight. My Mad Star, if you meet nothing short of my expectations
, I will kill you and shape whatever is left of cosmic ashes into a form which will grant you true insight into this kingdom of lunacy
. You will LOVE it, but I do not desire such a thing for you as you are.
Shifting, changing, contorting, bending; these words and so many more could describe the ever transitioning voice of Mana as she spoke. From the chipper voice of a child, to the hardened voice of an elder veteran of war and down to the most tender tones of speaking akin to a sweet grandmother; it was clear the voices of the countless many The Queen has reaped were influencing this cyclone of unending madness and they were speaking as if they were one. For it would feel as if an entire celestial body of eyes were gazing upon the sight of Nemain, and Mana was the sole Queen standing upon them all and granting her this most royal of honors to step forth into that domain of madness.
For it is upon this sight when her physical form returned and The Queen stood trembling, shaking and laughing uncontrollably. Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm; her entire was in orgasm. Down to the most miniscule of atoms, every morsel of her essence was in utter delight and she was lost in a state of ungodly mania. As she saw the light of what was to come and it was a glorious vision of sublime madness!
So, without needing to speak words of what would happen if Nemain DARED
not followed her, The Queen would turn her back and begin walking with her body slouched over and towards the exit of the chaotic world around them. Through her will alone, the coordinates of Madness City would be given to The Espada and she could follow the trails of Mana's manic miasma to the ends of the earth. Since, even as her council of worried advisors arrived at the gate to try and stop their Queen out of concern, this Mana was too far gone and slaughtered them all without a single second thought. Blood filled the front doors of the palace and the blobs of darkness which extended from her body would be seen forming rows of dozens of teeth to consume their new prey in and to add more to the ranks of The Army of The Damned within The Asthavon's embodiment. "Ahhhhhhh.....! Yes.....The Mad Kingdom.....will rise!"
With a screech to the heavens, Mana would use her calamitous energy to rip a vortex through the fabric of this dimension to bend it to her will and transport the two through a void straight to Madness City.There -- and only there -- could their training begin.
For -- it was the place of The Danava Of Madness rebirth -- and The Rise of The Mad Kingdom.
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|Subject Post 5Subject: Re: The Aspect of Madness [Private] Fri Aug 12, 2016 11:25 am|| |
Artist: SOUND HOLIC - Song: Extend Ash & Reach for the Moon, Immortal Smoke - Word Count: 1,392
It was true that Nemain had been rooted in melancholy when she had arrived here. Her vision had grown cloudy.. her mindset muddled by what was being perceived as failures. Iceland.. the Moon.. opponents she couldn't kill.. souls she stared right at but was unable to claim.. it had made her feel dejected.. useless.. broken.. She had come to this palace because she felt defeated...
This aura.. this crushing.. all-encompassing.. devouring.. soul-enthralling lunacy that filled the room.. the sheer weight of it on Nemain's soul.. the sheer volume
of it in the space they were in.. it was awe-inspiring.. despite how ridiculously huge the interior of the palace was, the insanity pouring from Mana's essence still felt dense enough within the space to cut with a knife. And not even a sharp one. It was suffocating... and yet.. at the same time.. it was salvation.
Nemain felt it. A clarity. A dawning realization that came from every ounce of doubt and depression being stripped from the very core of her soul. No. She wasn't
a failure. She wasn't obsolete, or useless, or powerless. She was staring right into the depths of her own depravity and she could see the vast ocean of strength that rested within. The victories she had claimed. The damage she had done. The apocalyptic calamities she had single-handedly spearheaded. She wasn't some waif waiting to be thrown by the wayside while the stronger people fought the real battles. There were
no stronger people! That mindset was how Nemain had gotten this far, and if she was going to lose it now, then she didn't deserve her title, her strength, or
her life. Yes. It was all making sense now. She had lost sight of why she fought in the first place. She had convinced herself she was fighting for anything but the sheer, carnal pleasure of fighting for fighting's sake! Fighting because fighting.. IS FUCKING FUN!
Nemain's mind coursed ceaselessly with these thoughts as the sky exploded with emerald light and the sheer physical intensity of the weight of the Mad Queen's chaos in all of its glory. The change in form was a sight to behold. It was not a true transformation, but a visage that of which was comprised of an entire universe of chaos and discord. The entirety of Europe seemed to be feeling the effects of Mana's ritualistic 'cleansing' of Nemain's sadly all-too sane previous outlook. The skies were raining, but it was not of water. The thick globs of blood created a sickening harmony with the screaming and laughter that filled the air. The Espada's eyes widened, her grin wide and psychotic as the repeated thoughts of confidence and assuredness in her own mania sparked by Mana's aura penetrated Nemain through to the very soul, returning her mindset to the bloodthirsty and animalistic traits that served her so well as an adjuchas, and in the battle against Cirno.
Not only was this aura returning Nemain to this state of lunacy, it was amplifying it even further than Nemain would have ever been able to herself as this Chaotic Deity gripped at her skull and placed a seal on the Espada's very embodiment which was the cause for this sudden revival of her former glorious instability, materializing itself on her forehead unbeknowst to Nemain. She felt its effects, though. The surge she felt to her very being. The power that filled her. She felt amazing. She felt like she could go back to the moon and take it all over again, but this time pounding that spoiled little brat into the surface until that unshakeable sense of self-righteousness snapped in two. She felt more alive than she had in half a century.. the cost of which was a good deal of pain the likes of which noone could really claim to be ready for no matter how used to feeling pain one may be. Nemain didn't reject it, though. She didn't cringe away, or scream, or yell. The Espada simply lifted her head skyward, eyes never leaving those of the Mad Queen as she began to laugh outwardly as her ears were filled with the piercing laughter and shrieks of an unending vortex of mania itself that surrounded her. In this impenetrable void, the shine of what the former Vasto first thought were stars pierced the inky black, the light focusing in on Nemain as she realized they were, in fact, eyes. The Espada's laughter never ceased as she curled up, practically doubling over as she kicked wildly, laughing endlessly at a stream of jokes that nobody but her (and more than likely Mana) could hear.
The stars that surrounded them cast an illumination on Nemain's twisted form that lit up the lunacy within her like a christmas tree, causing her whole body to shine as her cackling would reach a climax before stopping entirely, the grin plastered on Nemain's face never faltering as the Espada faced the eyes that stared down at her, meeting Mana's challenge with an unflinching confidence, practically foaming at the mouth as she screamed, resolute in her words. "I will meet and overcome any challenge you set for me, my Mad Queen! I will burn brighter and hotter than any star you have ever spawned! I will swear by that! And when I go supernova, I will take every last one of your enemies with me! I will never lose sight of this gift! I will never again lose sight of WHO I TRULY AM!"
Nemain practically screamed the end of her statement as she breathed raggedly, watching as Mana's physical form reappeared before the Espada, the hold on the arrancar finally seeming to release as Nemain felt herself standing on her own feet once more.
The arrancar flexed her fingers, clenching and unclenching her fists as she shuddered, feeling this still unfamiliar energy filling her and trying to adjust to its power even while a constant stream of voices coursed through Nemain's head, her senses full to bursting with various agonies. Nemain would not give in. Nemain would show Mana that she was worthy of this. This pain would not overtake her. No. To the contrary, Nemain planned to master this pain. Make it her own. Use it. Use every last singular solitary millisecond of agony as her platform from which she will tear down the foundation of everything the Iramasha had built. She wanted to watch it burn. She wanted to make Cirno
watch it burn. That hatred was the driving force in Nemain's will to conquer this agony, the Espada wasting no time in falling in step behind Mana as the Queen's hurried desire to leave resulted in a sudden flood of knowledge as Nemain was shown their next destination. Madness City? Appropriate name. Seemed only fitting that's where they would continue this little rendezvous. Without so much as hesitation, Mana cut through her own people like a hot knife through butter in an attempt to expedite the process of her and her guest exiting. Whether it was the simple act of the slaughter itself, or the sheer volume of insanity that threatened to overflow from Nemain, she found herself cackling wildly as she followed Mana past the grisly scene of where she had practically devoured her advisors. "You know, I always have admired Random Acts of Cruelty! So I gotta say, Mana-Mana~. Nice RAC!~ HA!~"
The Espada tilted her head back as her laughter only escalated, the broken and fragmented witch-like chatter echoing through the halls as Nemain watched Mana rip through the very fabric of reality itself to send the two hurtling through the dimensional fabric on a trip that, for Nemain, had the very real threat of being one-way.
But Nemain was not concerned. She didn't care what she had to give up. She didn't care what she had to sacrifice. Her will? Her conscious self? Her friends? Her status? Her very form? Nothing was off the table. Nemain knew in her heart that at the end of the day she would part with practically anything or anyone.. if it meant she would be granted the strength to show the Angel of Ice what she had failed to convince her of on the moon....
That Madness.. was truly the only Justice...
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