ENTER THE DEPTHS
Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 1901
Progress was a slowly moving wheel that always seemed to linger in his mind. Against Mana, he and his alternate persona connected again. But he never embraced the full moves or beliefs that came with it. His chest sunk before rising again to its full stature. Things like this didn't sit well within his being. In his mind, he sat at a door having just tapped into the moves. Remembering each kill they provided during the war. Remembering what it meant to be a soldier and a leader. The strategy had been his strong suit at the time. But some things needed to evolve and change into a different perspective. He put his hands on the large door of his mind. Inside sitting bound was a black hound. A creature of massive size and portion. "It's been while since I've seen you, I am sorry I couldn't handle the blood back then."
Ghislain said sadly as he snapped his fingers freeing the creature of its bindings. Without a second thought, it lunged and attacked him. Pinning him to the ground as it's hot breath could be felt around his throat.
The feeling of those razor sharp teeth pressuring against his throat as he lay there. His hand petting the creature's side softly as he looked sadly at it. "The Baskerville must rise again in this age, I failed to realize just how important you were."
He said sadly as the creature's mouth moved from his throat to look him in the eyes. Cold crimson eyes stared him down as he remembered the familiar feeling. He and this beast were a single being much like he and his split personality were. Ghislain was becoming whole from the world that left him fractured. Something about it was comforting as he felt the creature jump into his stomach. It dove into him rejoining him becoming whole for the first time in ages. Ghislain's eyes opened from where he stood. Time hadn't passed by more than seconds. That door gave him access to the moves of the past. To his mother's skills and what made him the Beast. The Quincy never had one like him before or after.
He'd heard Hulderic attempted to remake a Baskerville Hound but failed miserably. He didn't know what went into it all and what made them the most threatening monster on the battlefield. Ghislain's eyes and aura had changed here. Embracing and freeing everything to become a complete person. He hungered for combat but it would be satisfied someday in the future. His control over that animal within was strong. "Not yet, we can't bare our fangs here my friend."
He said to himself gently running his fingers along his stomach as he looked outwards. People were coming and going as the holograms reappeared. It was almost time for him to begin training again. No, it wasn't the process had been a success entirely. He'd been able to use the moves and find that door again. Finding the answer within that eternal torment was the hard part. Sometimes the pieces of ourselves we left locked in the darkness were the hardest to find.
He'd never finished what he set out to do with all this nonsense. The Lost Ones and everything that was his wife and his objective. That didn't have a place in this world now. But his mother's aspiration did at the moment. He could select and begin training the next round. He inhaled the air smelling the scent of this place as he cracked his neck left to right. Feeling his shoulders loosen up as his eyes hardened a bit from the time spent training here. How much time had elapsed outside of this place? Ghislain couldn't wait for a good confrontation to come along soon. He was going to enjoy releasing the animal within for a while. He'd need to be careful though just how far he took things. This position within the Vanguard was useful to him. He could use it to law low and remain comfortable within the organization.