Artist: Raito No Konran - Song: Subconscious Attack - Word Count: 2512
Khala could give nothing but an amused chuckle in response to some of the words Engra used to describe her. Surely he must've met a demon at some point that was not entirely consumed by their bloodlust. Despite that much, The Darkened Spirit within Eric was correct about one thing: The Heart of Deveta did choose to make it's own rules in the life that it led. There was no other way to live her life but as a free spirit unbounded by mortal ideals, laws or constructs. In the mind of Khala? The only one capable of influencing her was that of Truth; and that fellow godling was all but silent for the time being. So as Khala's eyes seemed to focus in on the body of The Mad One, she'd have a sense of flattery that they thought so highly of these powers that lay vested within her eternal being. "It appears that your path in this dull realm has been an exceptionally woeful one to have not encountered a similar spirit to myself. It's hard to believe that my creations have turned into such barbaric creatures, but I suppose that is with the nature of evolution, change and progression. A good deal of things in this life cannot last forever. And for those concepts that can last an eternity, soon enough, the very foundation of themselves will alter and morph in due time. That is the way of the mortal plane. With that said, I love all of my children as they were my own until they'd give me a justifiable reason to invoke my wrath upon them. And while the praise you bestow upon me is great, it makes me question how things have progressed with Mana's rule in Demon World if they are all turning out in such a contorted way."
Taking a soft hearted sigh after finishing up her last sentence, Khala would rub the back of her head and ponder if taking such a passive role in Demon World was truly the right thing to do. Although she was not a fan of interfering with the likes of The Queen's and King's of Demon World, things were certainly becoming rather -- unstable. Flashing back to memories of Madness City, she'd even mull over the fact that one of her favorite demon's, Mana Asthavon, was partially responsible for the silencing of Truth. After all, that is when Khala first awakened within the realm of human's and when she started to become self-aware once again. In the face of this reality, she'd decide to continue onward with the conversation the pair of demons were having to give herself time to contemplate further on these thoughts later. "As crude as your wording might be, you are correct in assuming that I l prefer to indulge in my own way of life. I don't hamper my will down by such loathsome chains that this reality so devilishly enjoys to imprison mortal souls with. It is why I yearn to one day free a good deal of souls from this suffering, clench them into the night of death and allow them a place to finally find a sense of slumber, peace and an end to this agony. I've endured a very lengthy lifetime; the likes of which spans throughout countless hundreds of millions of years. In this time, I've come to learn that the only escape from this universe of malice -- is through accepting the embodiment of death into one's being. Given that you have the force of death itself bestowed upon you by The Queen, it's no wonder that our hearts could synchronize in such a way. I see death as the final means of enlightenment and one day I'll bring it full circle."
When finished speaking this go around, there seemed to be a serene look overcoming Khala's eyes. Dreaming of such a grand world like that , one where all are merged within the silent night of death, was quite the tranquil place to put forth her mind, body and spirit. After all, through that mental loophole, the purpose of Khala originally killing the unfortunate soul was to allow him the gateway into her own tangled version of heaven: The Embodiment of Death itself. There, souls could rest, bury themselves within the womb of the end and allow themselves to forever be placed in a state of ultimate peace, understanding and dream; freed from the chains of this existence once and for all.
For now, though, she'd listen in closely as to what the desires of these two wicked spirits were. One of the first things that was posed? A better structure for demonhood in general. That one granted a soft laugh; but not out of malice or anything like that. For in the perspective of The Demon Goddess? It was rather surprising to hear those sentiments from someone who had the title of "Mad Demon" longing for something like stability. Indulging in hearing the demon out further, Engra started to ramble on about that all-too-worn out plot to kill the primary body of The Demon God: Deveta. That one granted a much louder cackle; as Khala sincerely believed there wasn't a chance in hell that the Royal Iramasha had a probability of killing that creature. It was the essence of what Khala was, the full extent of her power; and to kill a creature like that would upset the natural order within the universe. At least, that's how far The Asthavon was willing to place her estimates if they even were able to pull off such a feat.
Indeed, The Demoness was already aware of the plot hatching between Ketsu Iramasha and The Demon Lord: Matthew Hinote. It was an entertaining affair to observe, but not one to be taken seriously within the mind of Deveta, Khala and all of their other counterparts. At the end of the day, if pushed come to shove, they would unleash a torrent hell that comes with the terrority of waging war against a demonic entity millions, if not, billions of years old. Should their plans advance to the point of posing a threat to The Demon God, they'd surely be wiped off the face of this existence by then. That was her will and that was undefiable in Khala's point of view.
So as she was seen wiping the tears away from her eyes, the laughter would ease and she'd carry on with listening to more of what The Mad One had to say. Speaking something along the lines of his brother seemly finding a forbidden book of Eris, Khala was more than familiar with the original Danava of Discordia and Madness that Mana was recycled from. That could be explained easily enough when her time to speak had come. As it seemed that, most of all, Eric had desired a sense to protect himself, care for his loved ones and face defeat no more. Thus, having heard enough, The Heart of Deveta would decided to chime in at the point where The Demon finished his dialogue. "Oh my, oh wow! You surely must be under a lot of pressure if you've fallen under the assumption that those runts from the Royal Devil Family pose much of a threat to myself. While it is true they hold a magnificent firepower when it comes to dealing with mortal souls, I'm afraid that those cretins really don't stand much of a chance against my collective self. To kill a fundamental force in the universe -- is pure blasphemy~! I'd wipe the entire face of the Earth in their blood if they dared pull such a stunt against me."
In that moment, the fearsomeness of The Demoness could be felt. Throughout the land, the whole of the Grand Canyon was filled with an ominous void. Within moments of her psyche's brief transition into that murderous intent that lay vested within the heart of demon's, many sorts of animal life around them died off instantly. From birds, to lizards, spiders and even -- human's. In a camp nearby, a herd of human's could even sensed by The Mad Demon as simply dying off by the release of this cryptic energy that oozed out of Khala like a toxin to the land.
Even the range of the environment around them became consumed within a blackness until the creature got hold on these powers. Stopping herself short before the bloodlust within her heart managed to come to the surface, Khala would take a deep exhale; having reddened steam exit from her mouth. If The Mad One were paying attention, he'd even notice that her eyes were entirely consumed by a reddened light for a few seconds. At least, before her eyes they faded back to their azure blue shade. "Hehehe, excuse that little outburst. The thought of such peons seeking to tread against my will -- makes me savage."
Regaining her composure, a more calming expression came into view across the woman's face. As quickly as the rage was invoked across the land, so to was the stimulation of her mental control. Soon, she'd relaxed her once hostile body language with the thoughts that tied together of the wholeness of Death's Embodiment. In that way, she'd once more come to an ease, attract a sense of calmness and induce a depth of tranquility within herself yet again. Through all what was shown thus far, if there was one thing Khala detested, it was mortal beings claiming to have the means to kill her. Specifically, those seeking to take away her unearthly position in the cosmos without being an equal being to herself; such as the Soul King or Truth itself. "Alas, I'd worry not for Queen Mana. The being that you call "Eris" was the original Danava of Madness and Discord. All that one truly needs to look into is the overwhelming fact that the creature which resides inside of Mana's subconscious takes on traits of the Greek Goddess of Chaos. From what I understand, it will be yet another clash of will to determine if that woman retains the essence of who she is now or is altered into an entirely different being if the original Eris succeeds in her plans.
As you know, Danava are recycled after they have passed and this dormant blood has come full charge with the events that have transpired over the past few years with dear Mana. It was her time to come as the new Danava of Chaos and Madness, but it seems some things just don't know when to quit. Which is why I said: there are things that last forever in this universe, but they won't always remain the same for an eternity. Bare that in mind and pay no heed to the misconceptions of Demon's who can grasp the concept of infinity. Whatever is written in that book is more than likely -- a mortal mistranslation."
Chuckling a bit to give herself room to breathe, Khala would then move on to the next subject at hand. It was one that made her rather agitated to hear, but a matter that needed addressing no less. She was going to inform Eric of where on the spectrum in Demon World that "Demonic Holocaust" tipped on. As by no means was that a colossal event in comparison to the vast boundness that was The Home of Demonkind. "And speaking of further errors made by worldly beings -- since when did the lost of only two hundred demon spirits constitute as a holocaust event? As it stands, our kind has reached nearly one hundred billion in population and you mean to tell me -- the lost of two hundred people is enough to be considered an extinction event? As cruel as this may sound, that's nothing more than a drop in the bucket compared to the sum total of demonic creatures in existence. That was nothing more than a massacre in the best of circumstances, Eric and Engra."
Hearing many sorts of misinformation, inaccurate information and overhyped souls speak of the "Demon Holocaust", there was a sense of disgust and bewilderment about that event. Were her children growing even duller in wit? It would take at least a ten percent lost of Demon Life to be considered a holocaust-like event. So, in that response, nothing but the shake of Khala's head could be made in response after hearing such drivel enter into her ears. "The structure of Demon World may very well need some adjustment, but the last wish of yours -- seems probable to achieve."
Before she could go on any further, however, Khala was a bit taken aback by the fact that Engra and Eric seemed to grab hold of her cheek. It caused her to blush to an extent as she doesn't recall anyone other than Mana or Truth coming within this close proximity of herself without malicious or hostile intent in their eyes. It caused her heart to skip a beat for a moment before taking a slight step back away from him. "I certainly wouldn't mind being a companion, but I don't think I'm in a place where that could be a reality. It seems you are suggesting a more -- affectionate relationship. To that, it seems -- bizarre. The only other person I could see this hole in my heart being shared with is within his own oblivion for the time being. It's flattering, but really I'm not -- ready for such thing? When I think about that -- it makes me feel odd -- and I don't like that."
What was coming out of his mouth was more than likely intent for her to develop into something more interpersonal. To which Khala simply did not have the functions to do so unless it was, of course, potentially with the other godlings of this universe. "Just -- take this as my gift."
With that hurried wording, Khala would then swiftly change the subject in order to take her mind off such thoughts. In a matter of moments, a soft sigh would exhale from her lips and she'd touch the forehead of Eric Zarathos. In that place in time, The Heart of Deveta aimed to invest a new boost of energy straight from Za Koa itself into The Mad One's blood. Being signified through a beam of luminous white light, a sacred spell was being crafted on the command of The Creator's whim. In this way, the intent was to bring his overall power to a new plateau and be blessed with The Demon God's divine aura for the time being. With this sacred transferal, he should find himself reaching the status of 0-2++ and becoming a sufficient fighting force.
During that ritual, sparks of energy went scattering throughout the range until the darkness that was around them faded and gave way to blue skies. Thus, when the signal was all clear, Khala would look curiously at Eric and ask this question out: "Well, tell me, how do you feel now...?"