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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Wed Jan 17, 2018 7:14 pm

"Mooom!"

Junko was running through the woods, though this was no child play. She wasn't having fun; fear was rushing through her tiny body. She had been crying out for her mother for however long she ran around the dark forest. She soon made it out to a clearing from running around, though saw a scene that shouldn't be in the woods.

Everything changed in a flash; it was the middle of the night, her mother and father hanging over her. Father had the belt, mother was screaming about something she couldn't distinguish. Her father rose her hand to mother, which created a grotesque scene; mother's mouth hideously stitched together, effectively silencing her as she stared at her daughter with wide, terrified eyes.

"You are never." The belt cracked on the girl's body, pain rippling from the injury site, but she did not scream, "Ever." Another crack, but the pain was far less intense, bordering on... Ticklish? "T-"

A bright light hung over her, darkness on all corners of her vision as the sound of shoveling and the plopping of dirt. She stared ahead, slowly raising a hand from the pile of dirt she was in. A face peered in, and Junko was horrified to see what it was.

It was her, except her features were drastically different; Her eyes were much larger, completely whited out and soulless, with a giant, sharply toothed smile, the corners of her lips being torn to her ears, revealing even more teeth along with being sloppily stitched.

The face leaned deeper into the hole, staring deep into the depths of her soul.

"This is going to be fun..."

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Her eyes flung open, the desire to sleep long away from her. She sat up in bed, looking around rather confused. She was back in her own room, but how..? Last thing she remembered before blacking out was her mom getting gored up by the Queen and she got puked on... But here she was, in her lovely bed, not covered in emerald goo.

Mom must have taken her back and cleaned her up... Meaning she was okay? That's all Junko could assume for the moment. She turned to slide out of bed, only for her feet to meet with something soft on the ground. Slippers.

Damn it, mom... What'd I do to deserve you?
She rubbed a hand against her face. She felt horrid guilt whenever Arianda had done any undeserved nice actions for her. She felt as if she was taking advantage of the woman, even if she was told otherwise. But... Something immediately tore her from her thoughts.

Hunger.

She let out a gentle huff, turning to head back into bed. She really shouldn't...

But I should...

A tingle in her heart stopped her from lying down, instead having her turn to the door.

Well... A snack wouldn't hurt, right?

Her feet pattered on the floor, heading towards the stairs, but she stopped, staring down the steps, and to the railing. Her heart was already racing, a feeling of warmth overcoming her as she smiled widely. She felt up to taking risks, just doing some scary shit right now.. She hopped on the railing, sliding down in the darkness to the bottom of the steps, hopping off and somersaulting to the kitchen. She was laughing all the way, stopping at the entrance, flicking the light on. She stopped for a moment, placing her hand on the counter.

"The hell did I do that for?" She mumbled towards herself, suddenly feeling pretty stupid for doing such an extravagant stunt in the middle of the night over nothing. Her stomach growled, "Hungry, right."

She looked around for some stuff to eat, seeing a few snack items that she'd like, but had no idea which to choose. She just stood there for a moment, thinking over her choices, until her brain spouted an idea.

"All of them."

With a hecking big grin on her face, she got the largest bowl she could find, and dumped a bit of each of the snacks she wanted into it, easily filling it to the brim with the mixture of food that definitely wasn't good for any normal, sane person.

Through further thinking, she decided she also wanted to watch something while she consumed the goodies, picking up the bowl and walking into the TV room, flicking the screen on and looking for something to watch as she shoved whatever mixture of chips, chocolate, and popcorn into her mouth.
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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Wed Jan 17, 2018 8:08 pm





Song: Funkyard - By: Arrowhead & Zentra - Word Count: 427


Clearly, by the fact that everything was darker than a giant's cave, it was night time; and The Angel of Conflict was sleeping soundly. However, she heard some rather interesting sounds while sleeping. The first of which was that of laughter, it wasn't manic or anything it was great enjoyment; someone was clearly enjoying themselves as they went around Arianda's house. The demon wouldn't be surprised if it was one of her two daughters, but, she still had to make sure. The demon yawned and then stumbled out of bed, popping her back, neck, knuckles, arms, and legs in just a few movements. The Angel of Conflict then made her way downstairs, also hearing the TV going.

Arianda could not help but be curious who was watching something in the middle of the night, and eating too. Yes, eating. The demon could hear the crunching and cracking of chips, popcorn, and even chocolate. The demon shrugged and then slid down the stairs much like her daughter did, sliding on the railing with a single cheek of her backside as the demon shook herself awake a tiny bit. Then, all it came down to was making a smooth landing; which was easy since Arianda hopped off the railing at the last minute and rolled quietly, walking slowly as she traced where the noise was coming from and, obviously, it was from the flat screen TV Arianda had in the living room area of their house; a rather big TV at that. Arianda smiled as she slowly walked to where Junko was sitting, snacks consisting of what Arianda heard surrounding her. And wrappers on the floor, a sight that made the demon sigh silently. Sure, they had a few maids, but, there was no need to throw your garbage everywhere.

The Angel of Conflict knelt behind her daughter silently and slowly wrapped her smooth arms around her daughter's shoulders; a soft, gentle, kiss pressing against Junko's cheek as the demon hugged her daughter and whispered in her ear in a sultry tone.

"Hello my dear girl, having a late night snack and watching a movie on the TV, are we~? Mind if mommy joins you, love?"

Arianda smiled at Junko and waited for a reaction, knowing that her daughter didn't hear her until she spoke and wrapped her arms around the girl. Sure, Junko knew her mother's habits by now, given how some nights have gone if Junko slept with Ari, but, sneaking up on someone was something she didn't always do, after all. So, Arianda knelt there and waited to see what her daughter would do; if she would freak out a little bit or get surprised then lose that shock shortly after. Both of them would soon know that answer.







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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:24 pm

Junko was smiling as she leisurely flipped through the channels, chewing on her caloric nightmare of a snack mixture by the fist-full. She finally settled on a movie after rapidly flipping through channels without much rhyme or reason, some sort of action flick with cars, explosion, and most interestingly, guns.

Junko's feet pattered on the floor as she stared excitedly at the screen. She had no damn clue what was going on in the movie, but seeing the utter carnage and heart-pumping explosions made her hooked onto it. The pure adrenaline of action and reaction was what she was interested in, not particularly the movie itself.

Though with her heart thumping, she didn't see her mother coming from behind her at all. The movement her mother's arms slid over her shoulders, her eyes widening. Her first instinct was to raise her fist to strike, but she immediately stopped when her mother's soothing voice whispered into her ear, asking if she could join her.

She let out the gentlest of sighs of all reliefs, dropping her hand back into the snack bowl of a child's dreams. She patted the seat next to her, nodding to her mother, swallowing the crap that made it into her mouth.

"Sure mom."

She proceeded to pick up the remote once more when seeing so little action for a while, boredly flipping through channels for another adrenaline enriching show.
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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Wed Jan 17, 2018 11:05 pm





Song: Funkyard - By: Arrowhead & Zentra - Word Count: 248


Arianda chuckled at Junko, having shocked her quite on accident. Sure, Junko decided to pat the area next to Arianda to plunk her butt down upon. But, Arianda decided to do something else and give Junko the most comfortable seat in the house. The demon gently lifted up her daughter by her legs and fit her legs, which were currently positioned to make the perfect seat, and placed her lovely daughter on her lap; giving her a kiss on the cheek. She then looked at the snack that Junko was shoving into her mouth like it was some delectable meal; was junk food.

Arianda chuckled at her daughter, clearly she enjoyed the things in life that wouldn't make her sick or overweight; because she was a demon obviously. The Angel of Conflict chuckled and held her daughter close as she watched the movie with her daughter, not really paying attention to the movie too much as she was mostly working on keeping track of what Junko was doing. Despite being a demon, she could still eat too much; their stomachs were only so big. The demon even took some of the chocolate that Junko was snacking on and nibbled on it, enjoying the taste of the chocolate since, well, it's chocolate. She then rested her chin on her daughter's shoulder, giving her one more kiss on the cheek as she watched the movie with her daughter.

"Do you like the movie, hun~?"







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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Thu Jan 18, 2018 7:42 am

Junko finally just settled on one movie, mostly because she mentally snapped at herself to settle on one movie, since mom had come in and wanted to watch something with her. She didn't want to be pushing what she wanted the entire time, mostly out of fear Ari would get annoyed or upset with her flicking through channels just for explosions and guys yelling and getting stabbed.

She was in for another surprise; she squeaked when her mother had scooped her up by the legs, coming in under her and placing her on her lap, which was noticeably more comfortable than the couch. She giggled quietly for a minute, resting against the woman's body. Arianda was warm and soft, like a giant comfort teddy, so that only made it easier for Junko to relax.

But a few minutes in to staring at the screen, she got deathly bored. Nothing was happening... Well, something was happening, but nothing that gave her a good rush was happening. It was some irritating tense moment that was going on for way too long... She just wanted a bit of a rush, was that too much to ask for? Her fingers itched to grab the remote and change it to something else that could get her blood pumping, but she didn't want to be indecent to her mother, who out of nowhere popped a question about the movie.

"It's... Okay, I guess." She shuffled a bit to get into a better position on Ari's lap, "Yknow, I didn't really see many movies when I was human, or tv shows.." Her sense of comfort, warmth, and starvation for a rush faded, nothing but an empty cold in her being, "I wasn't allowed to watch TV. Anytime I tried to sneak it... Mom or dad would come in and yell 'You disobedient twit! To go bed!'" Noticing her flub, she did a hollow chuckle, "..Sorry, 'Go to bed'. Sometimes I would get smacked or whipped or something. Once, dad even decided to just hide the tv when I got home."

She had a gentle smile on her face, though a tear streaked the side of her face, "...I always have to remember them, even if I don't want to."
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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Thu Jan 18, 2018 4:17 pm





Song: Funkyard - By: Arrowhead & Zentra - Word Count: 600


Oh Junko, that poor girl. She seemed to suffer from so much; so many doubts that are absolutely killing her. So much fear of Arianda being annoyed, so much that is truly holding the girl back. Arianda gently caressed her daughter’s cheek, the touch sweeter than honey as she made it known without words that he daughter had nothing to fear from her; yet she was still afraid. Arianda watched as Junko went from happy to be sitting on her lap, and extremely comfortable as she watched a movie that entertained her, to acting as if she so much as touched the remote Arianda would scold her. She didn’t care if Junko flipped through the channels like a bored fat man on a summer’s day; she’d be okay with it.

“Junko, my dear, flip through the channels all you wish. I don’t care. I’m here for you, not for some crummy television~”

She smiled at her daughter, hoping that she would know she wouldn’t be annoyed so easily. But then, Junko started to fall into a pit of emotion and horrible remembrance. It was about her past, a past 400 years ago that haunted her to this day; those 18 years with her “family” scarred her. The Demon could only frown as Junko thought of all this as the demon slowly brought Junko’s Head to her bosom, resting said head on her mother’s soft chest; with Arianda’s right hand rubbing up and down her daughter’s back. She heard what the little magpie was saying, her voice cold as her eyes seemed not to be focused on the present. Sure, the little girl flubbed her words, but, that didn’t shake Arianda because, well, she already knew her daughter was once more stuck in the past. Arianda let a soft exhale escape her as she gently kissed Junko on the lips; something that normally meant she was trying to get Junko’s attention instead of simply giving her kisses on the cheek or neck.

“Junko, my dear girl, those two don’t matter anymore. They aren’t your parents any more, I am your mother now. You really needn’t worry about them anymore. However…”

The demon gently turned her daughter on her lap until the girl would be straddling her mother as the demon brought Junko into another tender kiss as the Angel of Conflict’s hands crept up to Junko’s face and came to rest on the side of the girl’s head; the demon holding her head lovingly.

“If you want, I can edit your memory, my girl. I can make you forget your past, I can make you think you’ve been my child since your birth; in your mind I would have been your mother since the day you were born. What do you think? I’ll even make it so that any times you have mentioned your parents now that they have been terrible nightmares that mommy has cleansed. But, if you want this, you must tell me so, my daughter.”

Arianda smiled at Junko and gently pet her, using a hand to momentarily push Junko against her so the little girl could feel her mother’s entire warm body as she continued to hold her head; waiting for her daughter’s answer. After all, it would only take a Yes or a no and then Arianda would, or would not, move forward with cleansing her child’s memory of her terrible, horrible, past.







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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Thu Jan 18, 2018 6:39 pm

Junko clearly expressed fear, feeling an icy stone drop into her stomach and her heart thumping like it was about to tear a hole in her chest and run away. Even with her mother's sweet, reassuring touch, she was too afraid to even look at the remote, staring at the rather droll scene on screen. Even her mother's verbal reassurance wasn't enough to quell her fears.

Tears came from her eyes as her mother brought Junko's head to her soft chest as she wept, her face rubbing into her chest. Something poked at her that what she was doing was stupid, but she didn't care. Her sadness was what lead her actions; pure, raw emotion guiding her actions as she nestled her face against her mother's breasts, finding some comfort in the action, though it was not enough to stitch close her bleeding heart.

Her mother brought her into a kiss, their lips locking momentarily, which of course flustered her and got her attention, her mother mentioning how those two no longer mattered, but that didn't reassure Junko in the slightest, "Even if they aren't here... Even if you're here... I... I..." She panted, grasping her mother's side rather tightly, her nails sticking inwards to Arianda's flesh. She was fearful, but heard another thing, "H-however..?" She looked at her mother with confused eyes, tears still bubbling from her tear ducts.

What her mother proposed caught her cold, icy cold. An escape, a way to have relief, to be happy... Thinking she was her daughter the entire time... That sounded great. But.. Was it really okay? To just forget? No, no...

"I mean... Is... Is that really okay?" Her voice was tinged with anxiety, "For me to just forget them?"

She swallowed hard, sitting on this for a few moments. It was a lovely and enticing idea, but there were so many concerns, so many restraints... Would she be a different person if she had different memories? Would mom and dad look poorly upon her from beyond the grave for willingly erasing them? Wouldn't it... Wouldn't it..?

Junko was dead silent for quite a while. It was a difficult decision, her mind pulling all the stops to convince itself to just say no. But, a feeling suddenly loosened all the restraints. Something that compelled her to take any sort of risk she feared; The seal on her chest very briefly flickered purple, causing the girl to relax and articulate what she truly desired.

"All of it." She said out of the blue, voice strained, "Change all of it. I don't want to remember anything from that shitty life. I only want to remember life with you."

Her fear obviously didn't vanish, though it was slightly altered to be far less restrictive than it was minutes before. Her tense grip on Arianda's side released, her body mostly relaxing.

"Do it, please mom. Set me free from the pain."
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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Fri Jan 19, 2018 3:47 pm





Song: Funkyard - By: Arrowhead & Zentra - Word Count: 769


Her daughter was suffering, crying, using her mother's chest as a shoulder to cry on; burying her tears in the bosom of the one who saved her from that dirt hole. She gently caressed her daughter's face as she seemed to be panicked, she was worried everything wrong would happen if she fucked with her memories. Clearly, Junko underestimated her mother in what she could do. Arianda continued to pet her daughter, hold her close, as she listened to her daughter speak to her, not replying as she wanted her daughter to decide without her mother's input. However, Junko seemed to change what she wished to do rather quickly.

Arianda's eyes diverted to her daughter's eyes as she looked at her, gently petting Junko before she gave her a kiss and slipped down from her lips; kissing her again and again on the neck before Junko would feel her mother's teeth gently pinching her ear lobe.

"Then focus on my voice Junko, focus on it and relax, just give it a little and soon, you'll think you've been my child all your life~"

Arianda smiled at Junko and then started to whisper sweet nothings into her daughter's ear, slowly pushing Junko into a trance where she was basically asleep as Arianda's form shifted so she was in her Chasm Revival; The Angel of Conflict. The demon's lips grazed across Junko's neck before she bit into her neck gently, her fangs piercing her skin as the demon pushed some of her blood into Junko's system, having it fuse with the magpie and making her more her daughter genetically. It only changed a few things so, at this point, she was half Vael and half Astillon since Arianda still wished for her to have a connection to Henrex. Afterwards, Arianda placed her forehead on Junko's forehead and exhaled softly.

"Don't worry, my little girl; soon you shall believe you have been my daughter for all your life~"

Arianda smiled as she created a telepathic connection with her daughter and then widened it so Arianda could pass part of her conscious through and bring her ability to control conflict with her. From there, the demon would then work to seal or remove her memories. The Angel of Conflict would be able to remove the smaller memories, but, the ones that had always haunted her poor daughter were locked away and sealed from access; not to be remembered unless forced by someone else or removed by Arianda. However, she likely would never release the seals on those memories. She would also constantly reinforce them so Junko had less of a chance of digging them up, and others would have a hard time bringing them to the forefront. Arianda then sealed them away and left them there.

Afterwards, Arianda constructed a false memory of Junko's past with Arianda, of how Arianda gave birth to her, how the demon raised her in their mansion, though it was truthfully in her Chasm Point with accelerated time, in an area that looked like her mansion, so that Junko could age properly and with an actual childhood. She also made sure that Junko's personality was preserved, adding some quirks that would be from Arianda, like her love of chocolate and the like. Of course, she would also fill in gaps that made Junko's memories nightmares that Arianda helped her forget. She would also make sure that certain antics that Arianda does, has done, and will do, are completely okay with her daughter. She would also make it so Junko felt like she was younger than Aki. In general, she just made sure that Junko knew her her family was, Aki being her elder sister, Taichou being her aunt, Arianda being her mother, and Henrex being her unlce because of her Astillon blood. She then made it seem like the time when Arianda found Junko in the forest more of her and Arianda going there to play, with Junko getting to far away and falling into some mud, with Arianda helping her out. The rest, was simply edits so her thoughts of her old past were simply nightmares, as stated before.

Arianda then soon returned to her normal form, exhaled, and broke the telepathic link between them after making sure everything was as it should be. She then kissed her daughter on the forehead and gently shook her.

"Juunkooo~~ Wake up my little magpie~ You fell asleep during our movie, dear daughter~"







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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Cleansing The Hate [Junko/Arianda]   Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:41 pm

Junko quietly accepted her mother's physical lovings, her mother instructing her to do a simple action as listen to her voice. She was frightened, indeed, but she pressed her head against her mother's chest, her sweet whispers and the beating of her heart being the last things she had consciously observed before going into a trance-like state, her eyes shutting. It felt like what she imagined death would be, any sort of conscious thought dissipating completely into the void...

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She was quite settled into sleeping, not quite feeling like stirring when her mother gently shook her, hearing her voice somewhere above her, which caused Junko to grunt, squishing a hand against Ari's face, her sitting up on the woman's lap and rubbing her eyes.

"Aw crap, I did?" She questioned in a sleepy voice, turning towards the tv and soon shrugging, "Whatever, this moment's already boring. I'm gonna flip to something else, mom."

Grabbing the remote without a second thought, she changed the channel, looking through several for a less boring movie, snuggling up against her mom's chest, smirking gently.
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