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His eyes felt heavy something about this place always reminded him of darkness. Long white hair covered his eyes as he looked around his prison cell. How many moons had passed since he'd imprisoned himself. It felt like an eternity since the rupturing of his body began. He glanced at the shackles he wore piercing through his wrists. They were designed to do a singular purpose. Keep him from leaving this place without ripping his arms off. Why had he decided to imprison himself, it happened after Iceland. He felt a thing in his core breaking something felt wrong for him. Danava of War it was like a growth was consuming him. He was awakening to a reality so far distant from it all. His prison lay beneath the Demon City. He'd designed it himself to contain him forever if need be. War had fallen pretty far to give him self-exile. He'd heard whispers and rumors of his deeds out there. His hand balled into fists as he growled slightly. A massive surge of energy went out through the city. Surging causing his powers to come up again.
The pain was coursing through him as it happened finally. A destruction energy leaked out consuming and cracking his cell. That crack was an ending of it, his plan to put himself below and keep his power from reaching them. It began aggression poured from his domain beneath that place. He'd vanished desiring to stay away from them all. On his chest, the surging green line of demonic energy poured out. He could hear it begin above ground while he sat chained. Nothing ever seemed to work out for him it seemed. Before his mind was so addled with the war he couldn't think of anything else. Now some amalgamation of his cells ran around mocking him. Nothing he could do as the riots would begin in the City of Demons. Aggression and bloodlust were pouring forward. The seal on his body had broken leaving the well to pour forward. He'd had their specialists build a place capable of containing him. Only one factor remained unknown to him, it wasn't an absolute or such.
Destruction energy was a rare and deadly thing capable of ripping apart this place like a tinker toy. He could feel it escaping him as a blackish energy poured from him. Kiriel slammed a hand on the ground feeling his demonic blood pulsing. There was something going on with this new power. He needed to get away from here, the way down here was an easy enough feat. The place beneath was an abandon underground area he'd used. He couldn't let his powers trouble Mana any further. He'd rip his own damn arms off before that. Kiriel went to give them a tug and begin the process. It happened again like the air had been knocked out of him. Green lines could be seen pulsing as pure demonic energy shot through his being. He slumped down to his knee's his arms slowly sliding to his side. He couldn't move right now as the pulsing energy seemed to eat through the area more. Destruction was being brought about as this chamber and even his shackles were being consumed. This purple-black energy coming from his body was like a poison.
It consumed matter and anything in its path. He couldn't contain it any longer as he felt pain. His expression returned to a blank stoic one. Was this his fate to be a destroyer who suffered for an eternity? Was he to be a nuisance to his sisters while imprisoning himself? How was it possible that someone pretended to be him? Some trick of mimicking was a foot. And it was a rather good one to copy him to the extent it did. Even his men thought he'd left here long ago. Well, they were in for a rude awakening. His demonic energy would feel different to those who knew him. Something else lingered behind the surface of its normal chaotic nature. He certainly didn't make a good brother at this rate. Brothers took care of their sisters, helped them as he looked at the crumbling shackles. Chains fell to the found breaking slowly as though being dissipated by the energy. This was what it meant, Cry Havoc was a term that came to mind. Slip the dogs of war and let them find and devour what they desired.
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
The drums of war, Inami could sense them with their deep undertones of power. War was the accompaniment of anarchy, and as the mistress of lawlessness how could inami not heed the call of such a majestic power. It was more than following the stench of her brother, with caressed her nose with it’s tempered steel, mixed with the burn of gunpowder and the metallic stench of blood. It was as if another part of her was calling out to her, caressing and beckoning her to follow it to it’s very roots. Thus, inami’s form with a manipulation of both shadow-step and zao ka’s influence had contorted the environment, she had muted the vibrations of energy that seeped from the uncontrolled source that was her brother. The riots that happened in the queens capital abated, slowly bit by bit until they were on a manageable level.
Then, her heterochromia faded and she too dissolved to something akin to sludge as she slipped soundlessly into the shadows, traveling to the locations that drew her like a moth to a flame. Slowly the darkness within kiriels location seemed to become muted, the energy quelled as the dominance of zao ka if not for a moment asserted itself to establish a domain. As if born from this muted space, soft and supple arms coiled around kiriels neck, and a fine pointed chin came into being just beside her ear, those lips curved up in the faintest of phantom smiles as she spoke, her voice a gentle croon as her modest bossom came to press against kiriels back, only half of her body having come into being, the rest firmly entrenched within the inky darkness that had overtaken the space surrounding them.
”..Tsk. . Dear brother, you have to control yourself.”
The tip of inami’s soft pink tongue brushed against her lips as she tasted the power that sought to wreak havok in the air around them. It was like a raging bronco, an unbroken wild stallion that still hadn’t found the proper master to tame and break it. In fact, the energy undulations within the air were enough that a heated breath escaped inami’s lips as she savored it’s rich flavor. Only then as the blackened tendrils of mist escaped her mouth did her heterochromatic gaze shift downwards, to the manacles that adorned her dear brothers wrists, that bound him here to this place, as he slowly was continuing to lose even more control of his powers.
Her lips parted once more, her voice was not one that kiriel probably was used to hearing, for the last time kiriel had seen his sister, she was a queen, but also she was still unsure, weak and full of insecurities. The voice that echoed was one of power, not in the sense of energy, but rather it came from her dominance over the very heart of demon energy, zao ka. Every breath she took drew the latent demon energy found within the air inwards, and every exhalation blew it outwards in the blackened miasma that whispered from her lips.
”If not, i will have to punish you for your misbehavior.”
Inami’s voice was coupled with a softness even as she watched the energy that had surrounded kiriel continue to go out of control. Her fingers gently digging into his skin inthe front of leave small trails of blood running down his front as she watched him with glee, energy already having formed a barrier around this place for the time being. Waiting to see just what would happen to her brother, or rather, What was happening so that she could better grasp what she needed to do in this situation to help him. Thus~ The waiting game began.
There certainly was something strange going on. Arianda didn't know everything about Flow City, her technical "domain"; so of course she wouldn't know what was below the city. WHO was below the city. Arianda yawned as people in the streets seemed to be rioting; anger, conflict, war. All of that was exuding from them at random. It wasn't even thanks to Arianda not controlling her powers over conflict; nor even the fact that Chaos leaks from her being a bit as well thanks to the mass of energy she has obtained from Mana. Arianda sighed in exasperation, a little bit annoyed at the fact that people were getting like they were. Of course, she sensed another familiar presence near the oh so familiar one far down below. Arianda gently shook her head before she got off her bum, which had been firmly planted on the couch previous to her getting up. The demon then soon opened a couple of demon portals to try and pinpoint exactly where the energy was.
Basically, Arianda was attempting to find the energy sources with the correct portal and then pop through the portal and give the two below the city a hearty hiya. Well, more like an annoyed one. Just in case, the demon controlled her energies so conflict wasn't leaking out of her. The demon yawned and then finally found the right portal, she stepped through it and found a certain Inami on the other side. She also found someone else... someone who felt like Mana but was clearly a male. Arianda blinked at the sight she saw in front of her before the demon walked forwards and then hopped on top of Inami's shoulders calmly, as if this was simply something that would happen every day. The demon then soon gently played with Inami's hair and then sighed softly, using her foot to pull Inami's hand away from the man in the cage; the one Arianda surmised as the source of the sensations up above. She looked at Inami for a few moments before she disappeared from her shoulders and then appeared in front of Inami, looking at her with her eyes half open, a small frown adorning her lips, and her whole look just basically seeming unamused. She sighed and then grabbed the hand that Inami was using to give Kiriel some nice, small, cuts and held it rather tightly.
"Inami, I know both of us love torture, punishment, the whole nine; but, I don't think punishing someone who seems to exude such an energy would be a good idea. Mostly because I doubt it would stop the influx of his influence on the ground above. In other words, I would rather not you risk the safety of Flow City, where my home happens to be, just so you can punish a man who many very well bring more destruction because of the punishment. On that note."
Arianda looked towards Kiriel, her silver eyes staring at him as her hand entered the cage and rest firmly on his shoulder. She tilted her head to the side before licking her lips, much like Inami did, and then pulled a bit of pain that Kiriel felt before removing her hand. She then looked Kiriel directly in the eyes and grinned at him.
"So, you in the cage; could you tell me who you are? Something about you reminds me of someone rather dear to me, so, if you could explain I would love to know."
She smiled still, the hold she had on Inami's hand not decreasing, but, it wasn't to restrain or harm, just to keep Inami from giving a man who was already exuding what he was more of a reason to exude that influence above them. So, she waited, eventually letting go of Inami's hand and simply wrapping that arm, which had the hand that was grasping Inami's hand, around Inami's waist. Call it a way of "keeping track" of Inami without needing to use her eyes. Either way, she waited and would see what may happen. After all, with a presence so similar to Mana's, one that spoke of war even, it was hard for the Angel of Conflict to not wonder who he was.
He'd closed his eyes as his body began changing before his sister arrived. He needed a better body to contain this energy and this dried out sack wasn't doing him any good. Kiriel's frame changed within moments to a far different looking one. A Headband of crimson fell down the middle of his back, containing wild hair. His muscles were ripped and yet somehow they fit very well into his figure. His pants of white covered him below but he did lack shoes for some reason. His opened to spy his sister as he felt a small touch before sensing another presence. She could feel him from her home he surmised as he cracked his neck left to right. The darkness of the cell only allowed for the illumination of his eyes. They burned with energy as he spoke, his voice was potent much like his sisters. "Nice to see you sister dear. My vessel was crumbling a bit, I required a change..though I suppose it's time to exit and deal with this..doppelganger. " He said as he walked forward with a single burst the cage bars fell to the ground with nothing but ash.
Kiriel's demonic energy was potent, he touched his chest gently. The seal had been broken which meant his power was freely roaming. Flow City's less than powerful inhabitants were killing one another. His eyes looked over at the figure who'd decided his sister was a rest stop. She smelled of a similar thing to him. Conflict and anarchy, he gave a slight smile as he took in the being. Her voice was interesting to hear after so long stuck in this hell hole. His body began recovering from the shackles he wore. Those fell into clumps on the floor unable to contain him any longer. He'd need some practice in order to get an acceptable range of control. "Huh, guess it doesn't show much...I am Kiriel Asthavon. "[/color] He answered her question as his gaze lingered above for a moment. His presence was quite a hassle when he was awake. He knew Mana didn't care about the trouble he brought as he figured it was alright.
The pain was a lullaby and a familiar one at that for him. He could only dream of such things to come for him. Kiriel's shoulders shifted as he began rotating an arm. His body was cracking as he inhaled a bit. Absorbing the energy and conflict in the area, taking in some as he looked at her. "I was originally the Danava of War, but recent events have added Destruction to my..greeting card line I guess." Kiriel didn't really care if the people in Flow city ate one another or not. But he decided to put his power under wraps for now. Sheathing it as he began controlling his conflict powers slightly more. Bringing the range down was about the best he could manage. Perhaps standing in his presence Arianda and Inami would feel it. From Kiriel's current body, the conflict was exuded heavily. It was almost like they were being wrapped in everything it brought. Kiriel among the family was known for one thing alone. An uncontrollable amount of power that came from him without remorse.
He simply couldn't contain it, thus Mana made a seal to keep things locked down. But with that broken, they were in the middle of a Hurricane. Grant it, he put forward no hostile intent towards them. Truth be told Kiriel kept himself rather composed and indifferent to things. "Say, sister, some guy's been running around being me I hear. Causing trouble for you and Mana around the areas, he's got balls picking a fight with you both..Shame he'll lose em most likely." He said his hand pulling a cigarette from his pants and putting it into his mouth. "I am gonna look for a girl I think, maybe take out some frustrations on her and leave her some fun memories." He wasn't interested in much else at the moment. Confirming his intent with both them. Which he did eye up with interest in the idea to see if either were receptive to the suggestion. He did doubt, however, either of them would be too keen on it. Inami and his relationship were a bit strange and he didn't know the new one yet. Though it didn't mean a demon couldn't hope for a happy ending.
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
With kiriels change, the powers of war that lurked within him began to shift, transmogrifying as they conjoined with something infinitely more sinister. Destruction was always a fickle fruit, some called it sweet while others balked under its sour undertones. For inami however, it was an emotional rollercoaster that few things could compare too. The emotion instilled a kind of wildness within her, a kind of need to reach out and break something with her own two hands. However despite the ferality that lurked within kiriels younger sister, there was still order that was instilled tentatively within the chaos. She was not too far gone to lay waste to her sisters sacred lands, to open the skies and let hell rain down with the cleansing fires of destruction. Nay, she did not wipe the slate clean, however that did not mean her control in itself was an absolute thing.
To think such a thing would be very bad indeed! Infact as she was listening to her brother, lain over his form as she soaked up the very vibe of destruction and war he emitted, a sight of content escaping her lips. There was an unfortunate person, one of her dear eldest sisters playthings that chose to cross a boundary that was better left well alone in these kinds of situations. The hand that sought to touch her flesh was stopped cold as the undulating energy in the air distorted the space around inami. Shackles borne from the very confines of irrationality formed from the very limited space around them. They coiled around arianda like a host of serpents, encircling their clanking lengths around the duchess while inami’s eyes glowed a very deep shade of emerald as she glanced at arianda sidelong.
Kiriel, probably knew very well the line that arianda crossed, as inami’s lips had been adorned by a very sickening smile. Her ugly power raising itself solely in the 10-20 square foot space of this cell, all that raw power would bear down upon arianda as her words came out soft, the crooning voice of a woman who was very very displeased with the actions of this woman.
”Do you forget your place, duchess arianda? Or have you gotten such a swelled notion of yourself from being one of my dear sisters playthings?”
Each word had an artificial sweetness as they passed from the queens lips as a soft and smooth murmur that simply floated upon the air before passing by arianda’s lips. Each of these chains would serve to most likely lock arianda to the space that they where in, having being reinforced with zao ka’s influence’s ability to restrict the flow of energy upon a battlefield. Thus there was a high likelihood that arianda would feel the strength simply slipping out of her as inami’s demonic tail had it’s very tip press underneath arianda’s chin, forcing up as she studied the duchesses face.
Of course, arianda could have avoided all this, but it’d be worth noting the point in which the chains had formed was a safe-zone within the practically unfathomable pressure that was bearing down upon the space like a gravitational singularity. If arianda had moved from that spot by some stroke of luck, she’d be most likely smashed down upon the floor, to lay splaid like the insect she was in inami’s eyes at this moment due to the ferality that was being roused within her.
But soon enough inami’s gaze would leave arianda’s and the pressure, the raw malice that could cause a nation to die from fear alone dissipated as she sighed and glanced back at kiriel.
” You don’t say? I think we need to find our little friend and show them a good time?”
Her nose wrinkled and her brows arched as she listened to the last thing he had to say about screwing a woman. Her voice came out bemused and wistful as she said lightly.
”Vulgar as ever i see. . oh well. Also, arianda? Never, EVER touch me again unless i say otherwise or initiate contact myself alright? Because that is a good way for me to kill you. . You see, my body doesn’t react to touch like everyone elses does on instinct dearry~ Consider yourself warned <3 “ With that loving bubbly statement done, she waited to see what else kiriel had to say.