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 Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]

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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Tue Oct 04, 2016 9:00 pm



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[In this place, the very air teemed with something dark, twisted. The skies overhead roiled, around and around as the turmoil of maddening energies were constantly battling within itself, striving for dominance over another. The spires and buildings that extended infinitely, piercing into the chaotic clouds of this realm seemed to stand above all with a seemingly ominous feeling. Between the difference of night and day, this place was neither, an impossible third option one could not conceive until they experience it. This place, it was the Dark world, and this city, this pocket realm within, the Chaya Nation: Inverse. ]

Arriving at this place via portal, the half-breed was stunned by the visuals of this place. Looking up that the sky, she couldn't help but relate this place to the demon world. She couldn't help it yet, this place still felt ever different. The wind in this place seemed to be in full motion. She had to hold her hand up to her face, clearing her field of vision so she might be able to see in front of her. She idly hoped she would still assume herself presentable by the time she made it into the palace of this realm's ruler.

Inami Asthavon. It was true Ceal was relatively uneducated of the families and royalties of this different side of existence, but one thing was certain, made clear: She was related to Mana. If by family alone, they were bound, but Ceal felt it was greater than that. If that were the only reason, her Master would not have sent her here. She would not have had the need nor desire to refer Ceal to another person to assist in the culturing of Ceal's origin in this odd and different world.

Ceal's thoughts shifted back to that day. She had allowed the Seal to claim more of her, to change her further than ever before within the forest of shadow fall's village. The eerily dark place spoke choruses of madness, affecting Ceal in so many different ways it was hard to actually encompass all of them. Even now, she felt herself flashing back to that moment. Thinking on what happened, how she reacted, what she did, the things she learned and experienced.

Mana was rough with her, showing readiness to get dirty with her plaything. While walking, Ceal gripped at her dress where her heart seemed to ache, biting her lip to suppress the overwhelmingly positive feelings welling up in side of her. It was easy to Ceal now, to hyperventilate at the mere thought of her master, her personal dark star. The binding of servant and master only seemed to move to a more and more natural state of mind with each passing day.

Ceal had to stop, take a deep breath. She inhaled through her mouth very deliberately, pacing her intake, showing her abnormally large canine teeth. She, still, had not gotten used to them. The changes physically the Seal of Eris willed upon her body, changing it, morphing it into something more suitable for it's terrible power. She couldn't help but be concerned about the teeth thing, though. Was it cosmetic? Or did it will her to feast upon something of a more... dark nature? She had not any odd cravings so far, aside from something Arianda had ended up coercing into her diet. Ceal frowned a bit, clearly flustered over the fact she was apart from both of them now, nervously fiddling with her over sized collar absently as she approached the gate of the palace.

Trying her best to regain composure and look half way like she belonged here, she looked up, observing the large and dangerously gothic spires of the gate open at her approach. She must have got the memo, too. She was expecting her. Though, within that, Ceal was surprised not to see any guards or escorts. Not due to the fact she felt she deserved them, merely because Ceal was afraid she would get lost in a place so big.

Still working on her own psychological state, she quickly made her way through the courtyard in front, and through the front doors, slowly and carefully opening them. She idly wondered if it would be in this main entrance that she would meet Inami, or of she were expected to meet in another location. Ceal looked down at herself and her dress, patting down wrinkles and double checked to make sure the dress that had been so chose by her master was unsoiled and presentable.

The palace was noticeably darker inside, likely showing Ceal's glowing green eyes as the first thing one might catch onto upon observing them. Nervously, Ceal massaged her hand with her other, standing somewhat awkwardly within the main entrance, half expecting someone, half not. Regardless, Ceal looked around, seeing large similarities with the way this place was decorated compared to Mana's, though with clear differences as well.

While she stood, somewhat waiting, the half-breed felt the turmoil of this place in herself, her heart, and her Seal. Speaking which, the seal had been teeming for a while now, it's pinkish-purple hue glowing through her clothing, causing all manner of feelings surge through her. For some reason she felt restless. The disembodied voice that had been appearing in her mind ever the more often as of recent whispering into her ear sweet nothigns as usual. It was a weird feeling. It spoke to her, but it was not in words. It was as if this voice spoke with emotions, of pictures and images. It manifested itself within the pictures around her, shifting within the dark shadows of hallways and corners. Sometimes it even spoke to her within her own shadow, even her reflection.

Lately, it was happening more and more, and fits would come over her, lengths of time where she would lose touch with reality, only to come back from it, feeling only minutes passed when in reality it had been hours in her trance. It was truly disturbing, and when Ceal reminisced over them, she saw her hand trembling as she looked down at it. Sometimes, she didn't feel like herself anymore, like she was split between two halves, one her, one, another entirely. So far, her master has not told her of anything, but she felt that she knew what was happening to her. The changes, they all felt foreign and new to her, frighteningly so, but perhaps they were something Mana would witness on an every day basis, thinking nothing of it as it happened to Ceal. The significance definitely seemed to be subject to perspective. The differences among the two of them were so large that they were not comparable, and thus, could Ceal even understand Mana's thoughts behind matters that pertained to what was going on?

Rubbing her temple with her hand, she felt the collected sweat as it grew cold. It was embarrasing, but as these fits came along, she was helpless to come back from them with a massive amount of willpower. It was almost like an entity was forcing them upon her, watching in sadistic intrigue as she flipped out at the moments she would have. Still, even having came back, she was unsure of how much time would have passed, but one thing was certain was she still had that feeling of unrest and her soul could not calm down, teeming with the electricities of her power.




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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Thu Oct 06, 2016 11:13 am




Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914


The gates had been ajar to the palace compound of inverse chaya nation. However it wasn’t because she had been expected. No it was because the queen did not need to worry about leaving the gates shut. The gloom within her palace was eerie by itself, the only light being torches that lined columned pillars that had been perfectly spaced apart from one another. What kinds of creatures lurked in those depths? Stuff of nightmares possibly, because as the girl walked by them large eyes glowed and followed her, rogue demons infested every inch of this land, and even the ones that had been subjugated by the inverse queen prior to her merging with her other half had been feral as well. So as this unsuspecting girl walked by creatures that would wish to tear, rip and slaughter the small petite girl trailed behind in the shadows. Moving in the darkness that failed to be illuminated by the torch light. The flickering of the torches getting even darker as somewhere deep within the castle Inami stirred the marking of eris luminous on the top of her chest, trailing down across her chest which was accentuated by the slightly unbuttoned blazer she chose to wear. The queen did nothing, not when there had been hundreds of sleeping demons surrounding her. These demons varied in size and even in power the smallest one being the size of a full sized SUV , the largest? A slumbering dragon like demon that inami actually currently had been sitting on.

”..Oh Dear Seems my guest may have gotten a bit lost . . . Poor child.”

The queen of chaya had stood up gently caressing the scaly hide of the dragon behind her, and then strode off into the gloom, her mismatched eyes taking in the landscape infront of her as slowly the halls began to roil with threads. Dark threads, ones that blended in the shadows shifting to impale demons that had been stalking her guest. Demons would gurgle as threads slid into their mouthes and impaled them, or after being ripped apart, pools of blackened demonic blood slowly expanding out till they would barely be hidden by the shadows around the candle light. Inami had eventually herself appeared from the shadows, her obscure features coming into focus, the female’s eyes a commodity , one of the black and the other pink, the very irises dancing with a good old asthavon emerald at the pupil. The Queen had spread her arms out wide and chuckled, allowing for a slightly less than demented but more than feral grin to play onto her moon-kissed features. The multi-colored hair of hers falling in heavy waves across her shoulders and down the contours of her back. Since taking on Dysnomia the queen had begun to change as well, her own change however had been greatly hastened and warped by the otherwordly levels of corrupted energy flowing from chaya nation at this point.

”.Welcome lost lamb, i haven’t heard of any humans capable of breaching my domain . . and yet you are here.”

The Demon had leaned in slowly after coming close, those thick lashed eyes speaking of anarchy, the rigid composure of the queen had begun to become lax and waned under the onslaught of ever present irrationality. A queen which had taken in not only her other half. But had been reborn as one of the children of eris, and an apostle of chaos. Needless to say the untamed being before this human had no need to rigid structure or order. Her domain was untamable wild, just like the wild beasts that lurked within it, each and every one of them didn’t comfort to rules, they just heeded their Queen's words and anger. Heavily militarized yes, but not obedient out of respect for laws, since dysnomia’s reaches had long since corrupted this realm. Just as the queen had gotten close enough for her heated breath to be felt she had sniffed the girl, taking in the many scents that lingered on her still. Some of the foreign and insignificant, however two stenches had been easy for the female to take in , and those two stenches had been all she needed to straighten up and look down, her own tail swaying freely since she had fully embraced her demonic heritage.

”..Ah i see whats going on, sister never was the type to tell her plans in advance. “

Inami had let that feral smile turn lazy, her eyes studying the female for the time being so she could figure out just what was she going to do. She could tell BOTH her family was having a ball with this one, and hence her whim leaned more towards giving her the help she needed rather than destroying her. So with that lovely little debate done and settled the Queen turned and began to walk down the halls her expression remaining as aloof and untamed as ever, her feet making loud clacking sounds against the pure white floor. Her expression both unreadable and yet calculative as she was thinking about the next step. But she wouldn’t forget to throw out another sentance over her shoulder to her newest guest.

”..This will be a fun process, come along now deary.”


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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Sun Oct 16, 2016 5:48 pm



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Ceal was able to sense her before she saw her. Though faint, she was definitely detectable. From the left hallway, she came, drenched in the same blackness that seemed to spill out from the hall way at the same time of her appearance. For just a split second, Ceal was shocked. Shocked that it seemed to be the blood of demons, and shocked that the demon had been smiling the entire time.

That was where that brief moment ended, however.

Twas easy to get past that, to shove it away from her mind as she looked upon the features of this demon Queen. She was truly beautiful, much like the others. She was definitely a different type, having hair of varying colors, and eyes of different hues. The eye that was black seemed to have an ability to draw Ceal in, it's darkness signifying concepts both terrible and intriguing.

Ceal, still teeming with her own energy and excitement still stood where she was. In the middle of this entrance way. She craned her head back and smiled at her, the smile being a stark contrast to her own feral grin. Instead Ceal's was one more of manic love. Since her change, it was easy to show such emotions from her. The eccentric emotions, the over the top feelings that are generally hindered by one's own inhibitions. Now, with her mind broken as it had been, she was able to freely pour thes emotions from her body in excess. It would definitely make her look crazy, but that was fine.

Any other time in her life, in this situation, she would be able to feel the inherent danger of being in a place like this, with a person like this. She would have been frightened, but solemn. She knew that once, her life had ended. In this moment, though she wouldn't have wanted it all to end, she'd not beg for her life but accept the death at the hands of this demonic Queen. Alas, however, that was a different scenario, for a different time. For now she, having been changed by the mark of Eris, was something far beyond anything she was previously capable of.

She saw new life in the world, specifically the magical and wondrous would that lay invisible for so long. The hues of different energy, the beauties of one's spiritual aura. They were all things her eyes could see now. She could see how beautiful Inami was. It was a terrible, volatile aura, one whose both sickly sweet but also maddeningly exhilarating.

Still though, Ceal would be lying if she said she wasn't just a teensy bit nervous. Inami had gotten close to her now, very close. So close in fact, she was able to catch the scent of the murdered demons upon her form. It was mixed with her natural scent, one that smelled as sweet as it looked. It seemed the demon Queen had the same thought, for she drew breath from her nose as well, allowing the scent of Ceal to pass through her nostrils.

Nervously fiddling with her collar, she looked a bit meek, but otherwise flattered, though just a bit. The spade of her tail flicking around, she twiddled her fingers around each other and held her breath out of the growing apparent awkwardness of the situation.

It seemed that Inami had taken a long while to consider what it is she was going to end up doing. It had also been apparent that Mana had not notified her of Ceal's coming. While that... doesn't necessarily surprised Ceal, what did surprise her is how she seemed to know exactly who she had been in contact with by picking up their scent from herself. Then again, she did suppose it wasn't hard, she practically wreaked of Mana's wonderful stench. Twas something even bathing could not take out, no matter how many one sought fit to take.

”ohhh~ Silly Mana!” She began, giggling and knocking her knuckles against her head as she made a joke. ”But yes! You may have seen that I'm not exactly.. entirely human anymore. To be truthful the whole thing is just crazy.... It's wonderful though, and I really hope that we can have a good time together!” Ceal said, her flippant attitude towards this rather brood and gloom atmosphere a bit of a contrast.

Still smiling like a fluffy psycho murderer who just received his fix, Ceal followed Inami into the hallway that she had come from. With her transformation coming full circle now, she felt the submission that came from it. She felt how helpless she was at following the commands of other demons at it's strongest now. It was true that she had a rather.... “unhealthy” fixation on passing control of herself to others, but this was just the icing on that cake. With Inami's gesture to follow, she felt her being become elated just from simply following that command.

Ceal vaguely wondered if there was no hope for her, having this kind of disadvantage meant so many things. Despite everything else, it meant that she would forever get off at being at the feet of the demon race, in her increasingly deepening well of depravity.




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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Mon Oct 24, 2016 1:17 pm




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“..Silly sister indeed.”


Inami remarked dryly her multi-colored irises lidded, similar to a cat that was observing a new toy. The wicked smile on her face had dimmed, but it still was there, with the lazy curl of her lips at the corners, and her canines slightly gleaming as she snickered to herself. She could smell the stench of not only Mana on this child, but so many other things that had yet to come to fruition that just waited to be brought to light. Yet it wasn’t her job to bring ceal to completion, no she only needed to give her a push a nudge that would inevitably lead to her own ruination, acceptance and damnation. Hence the queen being liberated and not bound as the others might be by their lovely sister eris’s hand had merely let the words tumble from her lips, ones that might throw everything into turmoil, and with them the twist of her grin seemed to elongate into a whimsical snarl.


”..You don’t seem like yourself either.”


Now, why would she say something like that? It was simple, being a child of eris meant that she, dysnomia was at least somewhat familiar with the stenches of her brethren, albeit not as familiar as she was with the lovely algos, her partner in crime so to speak. But still, being who she was came with some perks; hence even without using the powers of unrest that lurked within her blackened soul she still was more than capable of utilizing the demonic essence in the air to cause the candles to flicker and blow out, in it’s wake was near-complete sensory deprivation. The only thing that would be present in this demonic darkness would be the sound of footsteps, more of sinister creatures lurking in the shadows, the sound of claws scraping against the stone beneath, the sound of wings beating in the air. The sounds of the creatures that go bump in the night if you will were all around. Now why was Inami doing this? It was simple, she wished to further the instability and the fear that lurked in this not so human girls mind. If mana was going to send her pets to her, she was going to make sure that they were tested, to the point of breaking to find the insecurities and weaknesses that lurked deep in her minds.


With the scraping came vibrations, ones that would assault the inner and outer ear to cause vertigo, all sense of direction most likely would be lost while she was lurking in the depths of darkness, in which the likes of inami watched her, her grin widening as if this was the most fun she had all day. Probably because this Was the most damn fun she had all day. With energy brimming from every iota of her being. This twisted energy would permeate the darkness as she watched, she waited and then she would enter the darkness, her body melding with it, bodily manipulation allowing her to simply fade away, as the sounds grew louder, and everything else faded away into a chorus of voices, many different, all fabricated thanks to environmental manipulation. Each one vying for dominance. The queen’s arms looped loosely around the female's shoulders, just her arms and face visible within the darkness, with it she said for but a moment.


”..What is it you seek little lamb?”


Her voice was dry, like the autumn leaves in the middle of a heatwave. Ancient, older than the demonic shell that contained her. While she spoke, her arms unwound and she vanished once more slowly fading back into the darkness, her eyes glowing more green than heterochromatic at this point. Any Normal human most likely would be getting chills at this point, while surrounding them would no longer be the castle, and why? It was simple, through the saturn system in place, she could sense and project images, so she projected the ruined world around them from tiny blips of light in the impenetrable darkness, and so the game continued, there was no rhyme or reason behind why she showed images, some of them would be simply the desolate landscape that surrounded the great cities. Some would be full of violence and gore. Others had been linked back to the tethering of dimensions that algos and dysnomia had caused together.


Her voice would come like a chorus of sweet whispers in the darkness.


Are you seeking truth?


She appeared to be laying on her stomach in the midst of air, the darkness merging only just to give her resting place Substance Her head cocked to the side, knees and elbows bent. Ankles crossed, and her chin resting atop her left palm, that whimsical lunatic grin spreading across her face while she hummed softly, her eyes peering down at the girl before she reached out one hand descending from it’s perch to rest just a arms breadth above ceal. It was within reach, and it just hung There lazily. Her lips moving as she simply asked the girl.


”Are you seeking Reality?”


Her second question was rather confusing most likely. Many things could be considered reality, while less could be considered truth. Yet the question she asked could be interpreted to many as the exact same thing. But what she meant was at least for ceal was-- was the girl seeking her Own Truth, her own reality, what she really was. In many ways there was a hidden question within this question, which was did she know yet. But for now she waited to see this girls delightful reactions, and to see what would come to pass.


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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Sun Jan 01, 2017 10:09 pm



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Hanging on her words, Ceal found herself holding her breath. The words that came from Inami felt dry, ominous. Ceal could feel that much, a pressure closing in on her chest. The danger that it represented, the fear that came with it, it was all there, but the switch was off. Even as Ceal brought her hand to her chest, balled up in a fist as if it were to aide in her breathing. She had to consciously remind herself to take that breath, to inhale and exhale. Her body so frozen that these bits of memory were lost in that moment. Ceal found it hard to take her eyes from the figure in the hallway, now illuminated with a lazy, dim light from the space around them. As the eyes from Inami bore down on her, she could sense something from her, a malevolence that she didn't quite feel from anyone so far. It perhaps wasn't directed at her, but it was there, and it was both terrifying and compelling at the same time.

She felt smaller than she was, like she was a mere plaything in the house of the Master. Her eyes gave away that much at least. They were separately colored, something Ceal didn't see very often, especially not in the hues they came in. It was a surreal yet beautiful contrast to the aura she gave off. One could look into those eyes and forget that their demise would come soon. A chilling thought.

...You don't seem like yourself either.”

Those words came softly, but the connotation, the meaning of those words held a deep-seated meaning. To Ceal, they formed a bullet it as if to shatter glass with. To force a realization she alone was fretting over, a festering infection of her psyche that only served to grow more belligerent as time passed. The whispers that met her ears from the nape of her neck, the foot steps that always seemed to follow her. That sensation all to cliched, of being watched. Paranoid at the fact there is a being in the shadows ready to devour you.

--Inami knew exactly who it was.--

Her words were subtle, but their meaning provoked the laughter from within. The sensation of another existence, smug yet nefarious in purpose, mischievous to the core. It did not make it self known to Ceal, no. Instead, Ceal could feel the mark of Eris burning, glowing it's familiar lavender-pink, glowing through her dress from where it was imprinted, just above her pelvic area. It's energy filled Ceal briefly, more images, and with it, words. A reply. Something to be seen by Ceal, to make her believe they were her own words. The thoughts in her head urged her to say them, but how could she? The tongue of ancient demonic wasn't something Ceal should know, but they were there, just at the tip of her mouth.

”Far too long it has been, sister,” In ancient demonic language, the words came from Ceal's mouth, oddly detached as the spirit possessed her for that moment, providing Ceal with a delusion within that time, allowing the opportunity to reply in due kind to one of it's own. The spirit of Ruin had spoken it's greeting, and Inami might be all to pleased to hear it, of only for that one remark. During that time, Ceal's normally gem green eyes had filled with red, the glow of the spirits essence taking over, a visual representation that it was indeed a brief possession. Just as quickly as it had come, however, it left, Ceal left in control over her own body, and none the wiser of that brief and dark greeting of two ancient beings of malice.

Just as she came back, a wind seemed to stir up from within, buffeting Ceal as the candles flickered out, leaving her in the darkness. Briefly confused, Ceal wasn't sure what had happened. Initially frantic, she felt as if she'd skipped a beat in time, like she had blacked out and entirely unaware of her loss of consciousness as Ate possessed her. Now it seemed Inami had been exerting her presence, her aura seeping out and permeating the area around them.

Disbelief filled Ceal's head first, the sounds of scratching, of foot steps, knocking. Everything seemed to be coming to life around her, but she was unable to see it. The monsters in the darkness mobilizing to Inami's silent command. Even if Ceal had been ready for this, which she wasn't, she wouldn't have been able to stop the panic from filling her chest. The air around her grew cold as heat seemed to sap away from her like the courage that escaped her psyche. She quivered in that darkness, listening to the eerie sounds as her sense of direction, of where she was left her thoughts. Disoriented from the vibrations, she looked all around her, sounds from all directions as she nervously panned around in a 360 degrees motion.

Ceal was already uneasy on her feet before the vertigo had set in, and spinning as she did only caused her to fumble on her feet falling backwards onto her rear as she quivered even more violently. She was still shocked in disbelief as to what surreal emotions were coming over here, but somehow, she couldn't help but believe them. It was not a kind of power she could resist, even though she knew it's origin. She struggled to see through the darkness, her eyes not focused on any one thing, for she was effectively blinded.

”...What is it you seek little lamb?”

She shadows spoke to her, the icy whisper coming from just behind her, the breath sending chills down the panicked girl's shivering shoulders. The malevolent voice demanded an answer, lest Ceal be devoured by it's darkness, doomed to obscurity.

”I-I... I d-don't know,” With her mind in dissaray, the best answer she could give was one of complete uncertainty. Even in a level mindset, Ceal had trouble justifying why she made the decisions she did. Why the ultimate curiosity brought her to Mana, to Shadow Fall. Clearly[/b] it wasn't the place for her. A tender human in the ranks of boogie monsters, demons and hollows. Even with all that, she was unsure so it only made sense now that her mind was being broken down, temporarily stripped of her own sanity, of her own comprehensive thoughts, that she was unable to answer that question.

Are you seeking truth?

Could that be what she was after? Years ago, she should have died. Her actions and carelessness caused the death of everyone she held dear. Her life had been shattered right before her, the mirror of her entire being broken, never to be the same again. How does one continue when everything that ever mattered to you turns to dust? How [i]can
one go one?

Through the darkness, Ceal could make out images.. places that were impossible given their location. Though Ceal looked on, her brow furrowing in bewliderment and disbelief as she could only deduce these were places Inami was showing her through demonic magic. They were not unlike the images that flooded her head on a regular, daily basis. They showed gore and death, ruined cities destroyed by the seeking of power. Ceal quickly shifted herself to sit on her knees as opposed to the crumpled state she had been after she tripped. She was still too frozen, too dizzy to try and stand again, the vertigo making her feel as if she were drunk as the images Inami had been showing her swam around the air.

Whether it was a defensive mechanism, or Ceal's panic running rampant, her power seemed to seep from her. It crackled and arced from her, the normally blue type of plasma from her bolts stained in black. She didn't intend for it to happen, but she had a long standing problem with controlling her ability. The innate chaotic nature of her power made it act on it's own sometimes, especially in times when Ceal might be mentally or emotionally weak or unstable. She was a walking tesla coil, and dangerous because of it.

As she shivered, the bolts occasionally arced out, 'deleting' small bits of matter where they made contact, small voids in the structure of about a quarter in size. Inami would no doubt take notice of this as she would continue to pester Ceal with terrible images, darkness energy, and depraved thoughts.

”.... I... I t-think that..I might be. I just..” She said, trying to find the words to continue her statement but they fell flat as her integrity bottomed out, choking on herself and unable to find anything more to say. Fortunately, she didn't really have to say more, for Inami had made herself visible again. This time she seemed to lay in mid air, an only indication she was laying down was the seemingly solid darkness she had formed to lay on.

”Are you seeking Reality?

Seeking Reality? What could that possibly mean? Is that another facet of Ceal's search for the truth? Of finding a reason to exist, of a purpose? In Reality what is she, really? She is but a small speck in a universe of meaningless lies. Her live was done, locked in a broken still frame of years past, left to rot away in the only person who could immortalize it. For so long it felt like a clock had stopped for her. The passage of time leaving her behind, left in the darkness of a reality so cruel.

Yet despite this, and despite it all. She wanted to retain onto hope. Hope, that fleeing concept that had time and time again become nothing but the ruined ideology of the dreamers of the world.

What was this hand that extended to Ceal mean? Was it to be a purpose, a reason to exist in this world that had left her? Was it a hand of love, or something twisted altogether? More importantly, why did that hand seem so tempting, like it meant something to Ceal to take it, as if her heart would start to beat again by touching it.

Hesitantly, Ceal reached out her quivering hand.


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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Tue Jan 10, 2017 8:42 pm




Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
Her lazy smile grew, as her multi-colored gaze watched the girl who seemed to be having an identity crisis. Eventually the dry and archaic voice of her brother echoed from the lips of this succulent little lamb. She did not respond to her brother, but she did acknowledge him, and this vassal of his. She was the queen of anarchy, the master of lawlessness. Just as her brother sought to lure other people down the wrong path, she sought to liberate them from the faux shell that was law and order. To show them the truth, and lay the world’s ugly glory bare for all to see.

Some considered her a tad. . Unhinged because of it. Even now her smile wasn’t quite right, the undertones of lunacy and discord a palpable sensation that permeated the air. Those keen eyes of hers gazed upon a girl who was frightened, and confused about her place in the world. As she shivered and her eyes widened in fear, inami could taste the stench of confusion and uncertainty on her. It was an acrid taste, like curdled milk. Sour with a lingering aftertaste. As the girl took her hand, the demoness decided to see how this girl would walk upon the path of ruination that sought to tear her apart.

As the girl reached for the Queen’s snow-white palm, she lowered it just barely to touch the girls own. Now it was known that a demon could transfer her power to those of her own kind, that they could share many things so long as they touched. This queen who stood at the pinnacle of zao ka was no exception. When they touched it was similar to a raging storm being awoken in Ceal’s fragile mind. Buffeting waves of emotion would smash against her psyche, within these waves would be the flavors of hysteria, the soft lullaby of malevolence that intermixed madness, anger, pride, greed, envy, and sloth.

These emotions represented what had gone wrong with humanity, the hypocrisy that led them to create laws in the first place. And just like that the queen’s mind tugged on ceals, to pull her into a place that reeked of blood. As if the entire world was dead, and there was only the two of them to inhabit it. Within their minds, the manifestation of the queen’s own psyche reached a delicate hand out, cupping ceals jaw before her voice echoed not from her mouth but all around them.

”..You reach because you are afraid, because you wish for salvation . . . Am i wrong?”

A cruel smile peeked on the corners of the queen’s cherry-red lips as if she found this infinitely amusing. And then the images came unbidden into this neutral space. Men being slaughtered by poison gas, the atomic bomb that was dropped upon hiroshima, the bloody battles of pearl harbor. Seas of blood gushed past them and submerged them within, bubbles moving up from the queens mouth as she said slowly the truth she had learned the hard way.

”..There is no salvation, no light at the end of the tunnel, and if there is a god he is not a benevolent ruler. He is an asura who has abandoned us. “

The images became more vivid, as the screams of the damned echoed in harmony, blood dripped from above to splatter on the queen’s face, and she didn’t even blink as broken corpses began to rain from the sky, their arms reaching for ceal and inami as if they were a beacon in the darkness, a path towards redemption. Yet, within Inami’s wicked gaze, compassion was hinted in the softness her eyes reflected. This was because despite the fact this might break her, it was truly for ceal’s own good, to live in a world of demons, one had to accept that there simply was no path that would lead to glory or redemption. That once you embarked upon this journey, there was only endless seas of blood, and depravity.

So inami’s gentle whisper echoed as she softly let the blood that soaked her palm, leave a sliding palm print of ceal’s unblemished cheek.

”..The sooner you understand that, the more i can teach you.”


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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Thu Jan 12, 2017 1:53 am




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When Inami took her hand, she could feel a warmth from it. It was not like the warmth of Arianda, but more like the sickly twisted presence of Mana. The hand was strong in her fingers, quickly grasping it and pulling. The girl wasn't sure what exactly to expect from the demon. From a face so flippant looking and casually amused, she could likely expect anything at all. Still, she focused on her multi colored eyes, the clashing tone of their hues that seemed to be both disturbing and maddeningly intriguing at the same time. They defied law, mixing with her hair and other looks about her. She defied order. Just like the eris presence within her, she was truly the embodiment of lawlessness.

Thinking beside herself, Ceal wondered why laws existed in the first place. Humans created them, right? They instilled order where the race was too immature to function without them. Without the control that came from those rules. They shackled down the irate, bound the psychotic and quieted the blasphemer. They showed up within relative closeness with the creation, the founding of Religion.

God had no place in these realms.

Taking her hand also forced a sensation to course though her, a surge of excitement that she sought fit to restrain within herself. For now was not the time to indulge into that particular fantasy. Instead, her gem green eyes looked deep into those impossible gems from the demon. That familiar feeling still burned within her, the mark on her stomach acting in kind, filling her with a maddening aura. It soothed Ceal's face, her features softening as her mouth lay open, her fangs visible while her lids drooped. Had this been a drama, it would be Ceal's first kiss face, impossibly romanticized and wooed by her would be lover. She felt the feelings of her sister, they flooded into her. Filled her with thoughts that may or may not be her own. Oddly enough, they did not confuse her. They only sought fit to double down on soothing her, evening out her wave length to prepare for what Inami was to show the girl.


Still fixated on her, Ceal could sense from the Demon that she had seem adequately confused, possibly scared. She wouldn't be wrong, in that respect. She was certainly inquisitive, but not confused. She wanted to understand how Inami could flit about the shadows, what allowed her to be here and there. She was scared, not because of her own well being, but because she wanted not to be left behind, to not be forgotten. She wanted to be relevant, for whatever that meant.

Inami's power continued to flow into Ceal, an action that no doubt had the girl looking, staring in awe at the demon. A surprised gasp, and she was zipped to another place. Or rather.. an illusion of another place? Ceal looked all around with an open, almost innocent and childish gaze. Ceal thought back to the energy infused unto her by Inami. It.. felt similar to Mana's, but certainly different. The origin of it's magicks felt different, yet still definitely demonic.

”...Demonic magic!” She said breathlessly, almost to herself rather than to Inami. She felt her power, her emotions. They battered against her psyche, washing over her with an overwhelming presence. It was both unnerving and intoxicating at the same time. For on one hand, she felt she might lose herself, but on the other, the feelings that came to her were disturbed sure, but were also interesting. They gave Ceal a perspective of herself she'd not known before. To see how she appeared on the outside, how people could truly feel about her, It was smashing against her.

Laced into those emotions were undoubtedly the more sinister traits common in most demons as well. Malevolence, anger. Others of the deadly sins as well, they sought to lull Ceal into a state of suggestive weakness. They compelled her forward with sweet soft voices, luring her into the darkness of the human psyche. To dwell on the negative energy inherent in all beings. Though she knew what these voices meant to do, Ceal allowed it to happen. She allowed herself to whisk away, allow them to guide her. She was sure it was Inami's intention after all.

The place they Inami had taken her. It smelled of sweet, sickly iron. The blood of world reeked within this place. The land, it was ravaged, destroyed and crippled. There they stood, atop the highest vantage point of a delusion of constant war. The faint curls at the edge of Ceal's mouth did face, her face becoming more solemn as she looked away from the demon. This is what she wanted her to see after all. She knew it to be a delusion, a manifestation of Inami's will. Still holding on to her hand, Ceal urged to grab onto Inami's other hand. That way, she would have a full circle of contact with her as she looked on, viewing what was meant for her to witness.

From this point. Ceal could witness the terrific events of human society. How war justified for stupid reasons caused death time and time again. In a world where one values their life, to defend their loved ones and family, they end them selves. They become a cycle of a concept that never ends. People kill to defend, they kill out of revenge or justice. In turn the ones who experience loss strive to seek vengeance, to make someone, anyone pay for their crimes. Like hunger, they seek revenge until it is sated. The longer one is starved, the more desperate one becomes. They get to a point where it no longer matters who did it, only that someone pays for it. Like a starved heroine addict, they suffice. Strife never ends until one is willing to swallow themselves whole. Like Oroburos, the chain repeats.

Deep down, Ceal knew this. She knew that hunger all too well. Before, it sought to consume her whole. She wanted the demons who murdered her family pay for what they did. But what good would it all do? Truly? It wouldn't bring them back. Nothing could. Recently, their faces haunted her dreams. She could lay awake at night, their silhouettes burning their way into the canvas of her mind. The more she forgot and moved on from that day, that moment in time, the more those shadows tore at her sanity. She couldn't be tethered to this past any longer.

Looking back at Inami with a face that did seem saddened, but also one that looked like she wanted to convey some thing. The demon found it all amusing, hilarious even. The way her crooked smile contorted her face, she could see the madness of what the girl had become, even if Ceal did not yet know why she was so unhinged.

Again, Ceal's facial features softened. As the blood rained down upon them, Ceal closed her eyes. She listened to the inherent screams of the humanoid figments around them. Their terrort, disbelief, denial. It all flooded into her. Even though she knew it not real, she had to fight he urge to help. To offer what she could to the people who may or may not have understood what it meant to be at war. It was terrible, surely.

But also, it was why this world needed to be changed, needed to be bought down, ruined and destroyed. It needed to be erased to start again. These thoughts from Ate filled her mind again and again. They lulled her into thinking it made sense, even by her gentle standpoint. She would give mercy to those who were afflicted, end the pain of this world. She would send those responsible for strife astray, lead them into ruin and watch them pay for eternity in the pits of purgatory. She would take from that which makes them tick. To tear apart at their mind until they are blubbering, jittering fools, broken on the ground beneath her. They would be caught in the endless chains of delusion until they finally, terribly, become forever locked in their own madness.


”..You reach because you are afraid, because you wish for salvation . . . Am i wrong?”

No, that wasn't it. Ceal knew deep down inside of her that this was not it. She didn't reach for that. She... still had a hard time understanding why she grasp onto Inami, but she did know, at least, it was not for this reason. Though, she still had not thought of the true meaning she took the hand.

”..There is no salvation, no light at the end of the tunnel, and if there is a god he is not a benevolent ruler. He is an asura who has abandoned us. “

Was it true that God had abandoned this reality? Did the throne of heaven remain empty? It was something Ceal truly had not really given much thought, which seemed odd considering her life experiences of near death. Never was she strongly spiritual despite the presence existence of those who clearly ruled the world of the dead. Shinigami were as angels as soul society was to heaven. So why was it that she had never seemed to think about what it meant to die, to move to another plane of existence? To think about god what all that meant to her.

What, indeed, did Inami hope to accomplish by showing Ceal all of these traumatic and gored scenes of mankind? Did it serve to break Ceal, to shatter into accepting the madness of it all? Perhaps it might have, before, when she was younger. Perhaps had she not met mana first, this would all terrify her beyond belief. Perhaps.

Yet, this did something unprecedented to Ceal. Perhaps even more interesting than breaking, it caused Ceal to double down on her own self, to reinforce all of the things about her that made her the lovable upstart that she was. Through the raining blood, Ceal opening her eyes to look back up at Inami, the lawless demon ruler of this realm. Through the wicked gaze of the girl, Ceal could see some compassion. Seeing this coerced a smile from Ceal as her expression warmed greatly. It could easily be seen as a heart melting face, one full of so much love, impossible though it may seem. It was love not simply directed towards any one thing or person. It was a state of mind for Ceal, a way to exist in this world of endless depravity.

Ceal pushed back against Inami, the force of her will urging her to accept it. Coaxing Inami to let her experience just a little bit of Ceal's inner world. The workings of herself and the answers to her questions.

”You are indeed wrong, Inami,” She said, her voice soft, but deliberate. Ceal let go of one of the demon's hands to place another on the other. She pulled that hand up to meet her face where the blood had smeared, to feel the warmth coming from Ceal's now flushed face as she looked deeply into her gaze.

”Can you feel this? This warmth... It is my love,' She continued on, her gaze still unwavering as her soft and gentle expressions remained ”It isn't that I am afraid, or seek salvation that I reached to your hand.... To be truthful, I reached because I was so.. moved. That hand to me, it symbolized that.. in latching onto it, I could prove I was real, to have a reason.. a meaning to exist. With Mana, I felt the same. To feel reel again where time seemed only to stop, the gears of time halted. This hand of yours, it's closeness to me, it instills me with such elation..”

As she spoke, she pressed for the scenery around them to change and twist. Through it played the reality of Ceal's inner most world. As if drawn from a children's book, the world lay somewhat fragmented, dotted with clocks and gears, some which could spin while others remained still, cold. The world smelled of metallic decay, a world desolate and broken.

Yet, though the world was this way, there was yet one small place where one could see life. With the mark of Eris on it, it was clear that the small place had been revitalized by Mana herself. Then Ceal spoke again

”Love knows not what salvation is, only what itself is. It knows not what is light or dark, only what itself is. Inami...” She said, preparing her next words somewhat carefully as to not overstep herself, ”...I have felt your emotions. I want you to feel mine now,” She said, grasping onto her hand even tighter, as if to reinforce the feeling coming from her.

Inami would feel this as love, acceptance. The consent to walk down this darkened path of depravity and madness. As long as she may have her way and be close to those she loves, Ceal would do this.




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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Thu Jan 12, 2017 2:30 am




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. . . Inami paused her thoughts, the gears of chaos that self perpetuated in her head had quieted. As she felt the satin sensation of ceal’s other hand entwining with her snow-kissed fingers, for the first time in awhile, the madness broke away, the tempered storm of malevolence that would drink the world dry, was interrupted by it’s natural nemesis. Love, such a naive and folly-filled emotion. The most horrendous of crimes could be committed in it’s name, while great nations fell to ruin from it. Yet, it was the antithesis to the queen of anarchy, the deity that rebuked the chain that had been used to shackle humanity, to bind them to reason, to make them shirk and shame the illogical as if it was disdainful.

The ceaseless discharge of madness seemed to settle into a tide of mourning, the soft gothic bells that resounded in the distance of this abridged world. Within the decrepit cogs that ceased to turn, and had long since been coated in rust, this tainted queen resided in it’s lull, lost in the whimsical musings of a girl who was more than a little bit mad. As ceal preached and tried to educate inami on her own plight, but it fell on deaf ears as the concept of love, was . . Alien to the queen. Compassion, sure. She felt compassion just like every other being, the compassion that led her to liberate the misguided from their shackles so they could bask in the trembling winds of uncertainty.

She felt compassion that led her once upon a time to the lands of the shinigami to protect a sister who she thought was walking the path of ruin. Yet here, in this broken world in which only the two of them resided, where all else was irrelevant and meaningless, Inami could feel it in her bones. Love, had no place in her heart. It had shriveled up long ago, with the sentiment that if she tried her hardest everyone might understand each other, might . . .Accept each other. She had once had a purpose too, but it had long since decayed and shriveled to dust as the person who gave her that purpose died.

The inami of old was gone, only now that the warmth that abrasively sought to invade her was blown away by a gale of screams that shattered the imperfect world of cogs and hope. The queen’s expression was not one that would be likely to be forgotten. Her lips spread into a smile that showed her serrated teeth quite perfectly, while a peal of hellish howls left her succulent lips. She doubled over in laughter as the trembling bud’s of chaos arose in her heart of hearts. The disdain, the contempt, the pacifistic bland emotions she put on had been breached. Her perfect facade had crumbled! All that was left was the blackened sludge that had long since become fathomless as it festered in her heart.

Peerlessly the madness within this queen was of a different flavor than that of mana asthavon, if Mana’s was madness that was like an endless maw devouring everything else, Inami’s was the endless void that yawned in the face of infinity. Illogical at heart, unimaginable in reality. She had indeed felt Ceal’s emotions. She didn’t ridicule them, but she couldn’t help but howl with impunity at it’s attempts to perversely affect her being! The precipice that inami often pondered, and walked across as if dancing on the head of a pin finally had swallowed her up, and currently the unstable space showed abstract flashes, beasts that had no faces lurked immovable in the background.

The queen’s own body broke down until it was but a blackened outline whose eyes remained that of her heterochromia. When she laughed sludge fell from her body as from it a feeling that could not be bound by the term insanity lingered. It was the absence of everything, it was the makings of discord, the flavors of strife, it was as if the sins of man had amalgamated and then transcended to something greater; only to be squashed by something truly ghastly. As the queen’s coal-black hair fell along her bodice and her horns looked burnt atop her head on which her old crown hung. The queen’s hands glowed as the embers that fell on ceal’s immaterial body ignited slightly.

They would not burn, however immense levels of energy seemed to be invading the tiny little hybrid. Pure demon energy began to form bleeding lacerations on the demon’s skin if she was left unimpeded in her actions. From it? A new seal was forming upon the girls body. A seal given to all demons at birth. Yes, the seal that allowed them to connect to the demon god touketsu was beginning to etch itself upon the girls body, however it was a tad different.

With inami’s immense knowledge of both the arcane demonic arts of demon magic, and her nearly unmatched understanding of zao ka, she began to make an altered version of the demon-god’s seal, one that linked the energy of demons, and would interconnect with Ceal’s seal of eris. When this began to happen, ceal most likely would feel pain of which’s likes she had never had the pleasure to experience before. It would be the type of pain that shattered the mind and left very little else in relation of pieces until the conversion was complete.

However the truly sadistic thing about this was, through her masterful understanding inami was breaking the very laws that made a demon a demon! Ceal was not a full demon, but she had enough blood within her to receive this modified demon-god’s baptism. At this point the energy that radiated from the inverse realm would cause minor ripples in the entire inverse chaya nation dimension. Because it’s ruler was creating something new, linking a new life to the very source of zao-ka, because of it the amount of energy released was not to be taken lightly.

Demons within a mile of the queen simply ceased to be under the impending blast of chaotic energy that burst from her breast. All the while the queen of chaya watched ceal, to see how she would handle this baptism which would not only allow her to reach new levels of strength, but would also allow her to begin the long and arduous path of cultivating demon magic.


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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Sun Jan 15, 2017 10:35 am



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Ceal couldn't possibly know exactly how her emotions would be received. Inami seemed to have been driven into madness a time before this. She had no way to know what happened in this demon girl's life, what changed, years of experience Ceal could not possibly comprehend at least for another hundred years...at least.

Ceal's love, though it did speak volumes of her natural gentle self, twas still off. It still had a certain switch turned, twisted and didn't feel right. Like it was perversed, contorted into something that only shared with it a name. Something like an obsession to a person, perhaps an idea even.

The shift in Inami was brief, but it was noticable. Ceal hung on that moment, that very brief falter. It was subtle, but Ceal would have to have been blind not to see it, her keen sense of empathy catching it quickly. It was as if she'd remembered something. That feeling bled into their contact, but Ceal did not know the details. She could not pinpoint in the emotions of what those were.

She could only assume it was one thing. The compassion for another, perhaps now gone, lost to time, wiped from existence.

What Ceal felt from that after, however, was the doubling up of the madness within Inami. She had been remembering something, considering something. Ceal felt like she may have overstepped herself in her bravado, her courage faltering feeling the overbearing emotions coming from the demon girl now. They were mixed, certainly, but much darker thoughts dominated the rest. They flooded into Ceal, influencing her thoughts, giving her perspective. The thing they did most of all though, was explain how scary the demon she was holding on to.

Her girlish figure and playful visage was entirely misleading, even Ceal knew that at first. But how does one simply prepare for something they never even knew, thought possible? The negative energy that seemed to emanate from Inami was as much insidious as it was obsessive, sinister, as well as something else Ceal couldn't quite understand.

With big eyes, she couldn't help but look at the demon as she screamed out, a terrible laughter left a frightening face. Well, at least it did seem that way. Though Ceal had a more subdued expression, she still wasn't necessarily scared of the girl. It almost felt like to fear her, would equate to fearing Mana, or perhaps any other demon of high standing. No, it wasn't that, but when her visions were blown away, the gentleness from Ceal being outright rejected, she couldn't help but feel something odd from it. It felt.. odd for that to be rejected, hurt almost.

One could say because of this, Inami had shown her true colors. Ceal had wondered from the beginning, but wasn't quite sure what to expect. She had just met her, but she knew that much like her.. or rather, like what she may inevitably turn into, she would be affected by the seal of eris.

From that change, from the crack that had spread, Ceal could feel the aura from the demon girl even stronger now. It was overwhelming, a numbness that knew nothing, endless as space itself. It left Ceal feeling odd, cold. Like she was freezing. Inami was still laughing, flashing her shark-like teeth. Again, Ceal had desperately pondered if she had gone too far. She was a being whose purpose now was to serve the demons, to bow to their whim. Had she truly been so bold? She merely wanted Inami to understand the one core part of her she never wanted to change.

She could be beaten and broken, dragged through the muk and sludge of the darkness. Tainted and twisted in every way, corrupted to the very heart. But among all of that, perhaps the one, last tall order.... the one thing she wanted to retain, was that part of her the felt love, felt compassion and wanted to help those who truly needed it. Ceal feared losing that the most.

Then, Inami's form changed. It became a shadow, a darkened silhouette of what she had been, the only color, or form left, was her eyes. She was away the demon's could change form at whim, this came to no surprise, although the particular form was rather....intriguing? With it came something akin to sludge, it fell from her body while she laughed. It wasn't really this that caught Ceal's attention though, it was the fact Inami's hands were now glowing. They spread a growing warmth from them unto Ceal. It felt hot enough that it should be burning, but that is not what it did, and that's when Ceal realized.

It was a massive amount of energy. In fact, it was so much energy that they created cuts and bruises along Ceal's skin. It caused her Eris mark to flare up immediately, responding to the damage to her body, responding to the immense... Pain. Pain unlike anything she had imagined ever before since her pseudo demonic transformation filled her body, forcing her to react to it accordingly. Ceal knew not what this was, only that.. by Inami's emotions flooding into her, a gift to her. A forced gift that would forever alter the girl, change her and make her capable of things she was not before.

Almost instantly Ceal felt a climax, a sound escaping her mouth that was a mixture of a moan, and a scream. It felt strangled, halted. Like it wasn't able to leave her lips. Her mouth lay open as she fell to her knees almost immediately. The pain, it was being translated into lust. Ceal's unique traits forced it upon her. In her depravity, the mark of eris numbed what it could of the pain, but the overbearing arousal that came to her as a result was like being hit by a bus.

With her eyes faded and distant from the sensation, she looked up at Inami with a rather pathetically lewd face, unable to do anything but curse her new body. Another Ceal seemed to spread upon Ceal's body now, not that she was able to notice. Her vision blurred as more pathetic sounds left her mouth, the desperate moans of a girl in pure agony filling the place.

Her grip on the Demon's hands waned, strength quickly leaving her body as she felt keen to pass out any moment.

Ceal didn't even have the strength to beg her to stop, to ask her to do anything other than cause her to writhe in pure agony as the Ceal spread over her. She did not yet know it's purpose, but she was sure she would soon find out... if she remained conscious.



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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Diverse Inverse: Encounter of Inami and Ceal [Inami/Ceal]   Sun Jan 15, 2017 1:06 pm

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Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
”Finally. She’s feeling it huh?” Inamis thoughts moved slowly, like molasses in her conscious mind. Her heterochromatic eyes shifted slowly to watch the girl whose expression seemed to shift slowly before her eyes. Originally the girl was calm and collected, a happy buzz about her. But now? She was far from the happy camper she once was, the moaning screams that burst from ceals mouth seemed to be testimony to the agony she was undergoing. From the nerve-splitting, heaven rending pain that was blasting her body at this very moment. However those screams fell on deaf ears, Inami didn’t exactly care about how much pain the girl was going through, she just was looking for the results of this matter. The bread and butter that was the silver-lining of this meeting between new and old blood.

Ceal was fairly lewd admittedly, her expression was enough to cause something primal to stirr in inami’s veins, however acting upon that desire, and feeling it could be considered entirely different things. She quashed the unwanted craving before her cool sludge-formed hand reached down to gently cup ceals chin, lifting her head up from her collapsed form on the floor. She did so only just enough so that the girl could look directly in the queens eyes still. Sludge falling from her hand like hot wax, each drop splattering across the cream-like skin on ceal’s body. Drying there and leaving a burning sensation in it’s wake.

When ceal seemed like she was about to pass out, the queen’s expression shifted and her energy took hold of the girls writhing bodice, invigorating it, yet keeping her captive inside her own skin as the transformation took place. After all, why should she let ceal reap the benefits without enduring the trial to obtain them? No instead energy would permeate from every corner of the queen’s malevolent presence, dying the air in its color. It would stimulate the ceal of eris, as the emerald marking on her own body glowed with pride, a tyrannical ruler that was unafraid of being visible.

Inami’s expression held bemusement in it, a wicked glee that was seldom matched. She found ceal’s entire situation to be laughable sure, then again she was beginning to find everything laughable these days, as her mind turned to chaos and turbulence; as the primality of her soul and her cravings began to see the light of day. This, was what was ultimately happening to the queen, as the roiling sea of unrest in her heart was stirring, and her mind was beginning to decay. She had long since embarked upon the path of ruin that every being that had the seal of eris would walk upon.

She had been smashed to ribbons by the fire’s at the end of the road, and she only now was beginning to metamorphosize into something else. Right now, in this instance though, all of that wasn’t relevant. There was a Queen, and The Pet of her sister. Right now blood vein would probably begin to perk up on ceals body as the energy invaded her blood-stream, beginning to saturate every pour of her being, empowering her with an overabundance.

It would be not only agonizing, but she’d feel like she was on a constant caffeine high probably, because her body would while being harmed by the energy, was also being remade by it, stimulating every inch of the girl, from the tip of her toes; to the crown of her head.

”..How is it? I can only imagine how Exquisite you feel at this point in time. tehe~

She giggled as she could only imagine how much pain the girl was in! As her body was being broken, remade and reborn anew. It was a sensation she could only begin to comprehend, even with all her experiences as one of the strongest demons alive. For now though, her words had shifted, not addressed to her sister, but rather the being inside of her.

”..So brother, what made you choose this one? Can you enlighten me on this matter?”

Her expression held curiosity to it, or seemed to be curious, because this girl was a far-cry from the kind of being she assumed that her brother of chaos, a fellow child of eris would naturally gravitate towards. However, she wasn’t omnipotent, and assumed that her brother had a method to his madness. Thus, she waited to see what his response would be.


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