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The number of super powered entities began to grow and grow, all Lorin was able to do was lift his head enough to slowly look around at the scene before him. Still not a single person had lifted hand to harm any that was around. For some reason or another, this brought him back to his days as a younger child when he would watch cartoons on the holographic projector. The people in the shows would always carry on with chatter and what not for seemingly no reason except to satisfy the needs of the people that were extremely far to into the show. The drama and intensity from the speeches the people gave in these shows were similar to that of what he was witnessing at this very moment. He could only smirk as the Demon in the sky presented herself and spoke the way she did.

One thing that still seemed to remain was the fatigue that was placed onto Lorin, though for short durations of time he would close his eyes and see the aura's of those that were in front of him. He was able to scale and gauge their power and ability through doing so, but he wasn't sure what it all meant. His skin tingled from time to time and as he closed his eyes and looked at himself he could see a small amount of red forming at the center of his body. He could only guess that the exposure that was made in the past had allowed him to do this, but now with all these high powered entities being around it would be no high surprise to him if he some how came out of this as one of the supernatural humans that his books told him about.

The aura the man carried would drop and Lorin would begin to gain his strength back, but even in doing so all he was able to do was use his arms to slide himself up and away, propping himself up against the building. He'd move the shattered glass with a sweeping motion of his hand, getting small nicks and cuts on his knuckles and the digits of his fingers. He was hardly able to feel anything physically, but he knew this would sting like crazy when he took a shower later, assuming he'd still be able to do so.

The man with the sword would down onto Lorin with an enigmatic gaze that Lorin couldn't quite figure out and off his protection. Lorin would simply raise his thumb up modestly in response with a slight smirk. Remaining speechless for now as he tried to adjust to the small amount of spiritual energy that still lingered in the area, seeping deep into his skin find its way into his blood line.








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Bit by bit, the influence of the city was coming to be back under the possession of Shadow Fall. There was a commotion that had shook up the population within this condensed region of the city, indeed, but there was no cause for panic. Through the hands of The Demon Princess, the mess that had presented itself to her would be fixed, patched and tethered back together piece by piece if she so had her way.

It is why when the faint cries of a creature whimpering for help reached The Royal Demon's ears, Neoveta focused instinctively on this broken energy signature. Familiar with the typical patterns of The Quincy races spiritual force, it was none too easy to deduce that the female before The Child's feet belonged to that species. Therefore, her mind sparked to life like a burning fire and raced through its circuits to come up with a remedy to help tend to this persons injuries.

Through The Demoness's influence pouring over into the area and bathing the injured woman in its enchanting embrace; the activation of her healing magic was rather easy to achieve from that factor being present. Therefore, the first symptom that was being treated was the obvious damage to the persons psyche. It was clear to Neoveta that her mind was in despair due to the fact that powerful demons often loved to play mental tricks or attacks on their opponents from her knowledge.

Therefore, with Neoveta's energy particles spreading in and within Ascensia like a torrential downpour, The Princess could utilize her Omi-Healing to create a form of Mental Therapy. By overpowering The Quincy's willpower through her hardened resolution, overflowing that body of hers with the vast depths of The Godlings power and understanding that the damage done was not too irreversible yet; the probability of Ascenia ascending to a relaxed state of mind was more than feasible.

In fact, this Quincy may very well begin to notice that the confidence within herself surging to a high-point with this hand pushing her back to the depths of stability. It is not that the fear itself had been entirely erased, but the repairs done to Ascenia's psyche allowed for them to be acknowledged. With this acknowledgement and sense of control over her emotions, The Quincy could very well act in spite of them and become even stronger over time as this thinking would repeat itself like an eternal cycle to block out the shadow grasp of The Vampire's reach.

Next, with this aura growing more potent in its capacity to heal, the protection of Neoveta's semi-divine energy paved a way for the recovery of the majority of damage done to Ascenia's body. The burning sensation would fade like a candle being put out by a harsh rush of cold wind, exhaustion may very well be replaced with new life and vigor and the sense of prime health should very well come to a peak within the conscious mind of The Quincy.

Having tended to the wounds of the broken spirit before her; a brief, but soft smile came to pass across the once stoic face of Neoveta. It was one that conveyed a sense of acknowledgement to the Quincy before her. In this way the force of The Demon Princess was here to construct a solid ground for Ascensia to stand on and provide assistance in this world of terror and anguish.

"You may very well take my hand, Quincy. I am here to serve and protect you."

Every word that flowed from the mind of The Demoness came in such a soft and gentle tone that conveyed sentiments understanding, serenity and compassion. These notions reached far into the core of Ascenia's mind, and caused the followers Khalaism in the vicinity to put The Quincy under their care. Two Demons emerged from the threshold in black cloaks and stared with haramonus intent from their glowing white eyes.

"If you so desire, we'd liked to invite you to the house of Khalaism. You seem like a hurt, lost and lonely soul. So, as a group, all of us desire for you to find a home, a purpose and a people to call your own. We won't force you into this following, but the door is open if you want to reach an understanding you've never known and a greater sense peace you've yet to experience."

These words came not from the two demonic men that stood next to Ascenia, but from the mental grasp of Neoveta's telepathic wavelink with the world around her. With one final clenching of the Demoness's hand, a sudden explosion of energy conveyed itself into the core of The Quincy's body. It was wild, it was expanding and it would soar to the surface like a rising eagle in order to bolster her strength, if only temporarily, to the likes of a novice Captain.

"So, on your permission, we can mark you if you so desire more of this. But I won't do so until you give me permission to bond you to me and us."

Through this acceptance of Khalaism, the pseudo-mark was made in order for Neoveta to make her point further clear. Even after its effect expire, The Quincy in question may still find her own energy reaching upwards to the point of an unskilled Vice Captain on the dawn of the next morning. That was just her generosity and desire to provide relief from the worlds cold grip in whatever form she could.
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Nonetheless, once the child was done assisting Ascenia, Neoveta's eyes locked on to the sight of The Shinigami's gaze. Reading his smirk as if it was a sure sign of confidence; it was not difficult for her to deduce that this man seemed to hold himself to a very great value. Therefore, she'd give an obligatory nod of the head to feed his ego a bit.

Thus, the sensation of The Demon Princess's grip failed to be removed from Mujin's body, but it reacted to his will and gave a sudden emergence of energy. Instead of tranquility? The will of his heart would turn a flare and his energy would spark to life with new vigor; the likes of which he may have never experianced in the whole of the Shinigami's life. It would be -- a Captain's power. But only allotted for a short time.

"If you wish to make something of yourself, you cannot expect to handle every situation alone. No matter how much you crave power, there will come a point where you'll need to take anothers hand. So experience the warmth of that grasp and, if you desire to prove something, make a statement with that power and find purpose in it. Carve out your will, if you so wish."

Those words were placid, direct and to the point. If the boy still desired to do this on his own, then Neoveta's influence would not buckle to his whim, but she would retract it in order to let him handle this circumstance as he saw fit. It is just a pity, to the likes of The Demoness, that other spirits do not understand such a concept.

To her? The thought of braving this world as a one man show was nothing but folly, delusion and overestimation of one's spirit. Even the likes of Matthew Hinote, The Demon Lord before them, had a partner and friend in Ketsu Iramasha. So what made The Shinigami different? That stance was yet to be fulfilled by his purpose and reason for living other than a grandiose aura of pure ignorance and viciousness surging within his spirit.

"I do not desire to sully your pride, Shinigami, but I'd yearn for you to open your mind to the possibilities that this world has." In that moment, visuals of many powerful entities surged into his minds. War generals with their vice commander in arms as they stomp down the path of battle, the scene of a boxer exercising under the guidance of his coach and spectacles of animals in pack hunting alongside for the betterment of their pack and family were all examples that Neoveta provided into the mind of Mujin for him to examine at his digression.

"If you do not, I foresee a grave demise at the hand of someone not as patient as I." Once that sentence had escaped from the enigma of her mind, the display of a screaming child running against an ogre by itself played. In a flash and in a hurry, the lone hand of the orge crushed the over confident child's head in, and like that, he was dead due to his own ego leading him down the straight path of a swift death. With no one to help him, mind ignorant to the world around him and persona refusing to acknowledge the strength of his opponent; it was no wonder he was slain. That fact is what Neoveta was yearning to convey to Mujin with his actions and character thus far.

"Please, consider that much. Even if you do not entirely accept these sentiments, at least think through what I am saying and do not brush it off so easily. For to do so is the sign of a broken and anemic mind."


With that said, her attention would then shift from Mujin to the boy he seemed rather eager to protect for some reason or another. There was something rather curious about the red haired male, but Neoveta could not place her finger on it in one way or another. However, through her keen sensory skills reaching into the realm of the otherworldly; Neoveta was able to sense that the core of the boy's body was still very much fatigued.

In light of this? The Princess sought to fix this problem. Therefore, since the youth did not push her hand away, the influence of Neoveta would connect with the wealth of power deep within the confines of Za Koa and transfer it into Lorin's embodiment. Through this relocation of strength; Neoveta desired to bolster the power within him from a powerless human to making the jump to the bare minimum of demonic strength. That is to say, the whole of Lorin's body may experience a vast production of new found energy and make his first jump of power. (Potentially making him 4-5)

"I am satisfied that you have not thrown my offer away, human. Please, take more and get yourself to safety. You are welcome to join our home if you wish, but I shan't force you. Use that gift as you may." Once finished delivering those placid words to the depths of Lorin's mind; Neoveta saw fit to have her energy swirl around the injured parts of the male's body and begin mending the cuts made to his body sealed shut.

With that conflict addressed; there was only one thing left: Matthew Hinote.

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Setting her crimson sights on the likes of Matthew; the showing of his manic grim reminded her of the all too common phenomenon of madness. An art which she was more than familiar with under the "loving" hand of her mother and so many of her followers. Yet, even if that wasn't the chase, there was no denying that the male before the child seemed more than earnest, eager and revving to throw himself at her.

It was -- excitement!

The shaking of his body, the smirking of his lips and the sensation of his energy boiling like lava were the key indicators to the Princess that this male was more than passionate about this encounting. A fact that made her rather intrigued as she gave a slight tilt of the head at the man's reaction.

Even if he was not willing to accept the religion of Khalaism, the sight of the male overflowing with such happiness -- caused -- a gentle smile to emerge across Neoveta's face.

'Twas not one of smugness, confidence or anything of the sort, but it was a pleasing sight to see that in some way, her existence was able to provide such an affectionate sign of positive emotion to surge through the demon. Which is, at the end of the day, all Neoveta ever desired to invoke in the spirits of the world around her in this dark and tragic universe.

However, as she tilted her head back to an upright position, the ingestion of Matthew's words made the stoic expression of The Child begin to come back into view ever-so slowly.

"Times change, people change and the world changes. In that era, humans used to kill demons, and demons used to kill humans out of spite. We were monsters to them and the elder demons wished to rule them like sheep for the slaughter."

In Matthew's mind, the scenery of numerous priests, holy figures and rouge villagers alike came forth to the telepathic channel that was established between the two. They leapt into the forest, into the darkness of a demon horde and the forces of "holiness" and "Satanism" clashed over and over until there was nothing left of either side that could be identifiable. Limbs were scattered across tries, blood spewed the earth, fires raised into the heavens and skeletons littered the lands.

"Although we are not perfect, I do believe that the religion posed in Khalaism provides for the unification of souls in an eternal bliss behind the walls of death. No souls are forced to follow it, but the results of this have caused for intriguing results."

From there, the visual scene of an average citizens life within modern-day of Ireland began to play. Some had the choice of living their lives within their own sub-dimension under the guidance of The Demi-Network allotting the creation of their own realm. Others who were not too fond of demons had their option to live within a separate district with those of their lineage. While those still attached in the realm of reality lived in a rather high-state of living.

With Ireland being brought forth to the status of a First-World country through Shadow Fall's resources being pumped into its nation; it was hard to argue that there wasn't prosperity to those who abided by the simple law of not opposing Shadow Fall and obeying The Queen. In exchange for that? They lived like gods! Semi-Immortality was made probable to the common man, strength was given like drugs and wealth spread throughout the lands until the nation was converted in power to the demons way of life.

While one with power akin to Matthew had all the reason to find strife with this arrangement, the average person who was lost, lacking strength and unity had all the purpose to find safety in Khalaism, The Demons and the rebirth of this country into the modern-age.

"More to the point, it is natural for the weak to follow the strong; as if it is for the sun to bring life to the earth. Without that source of strength, the cosmos would surely die a cold, miserable and awful heat death without its power. So to are we that star providing new life to the planet."

Now holding her out to the sky; Neoveta clenched her hand and had the moon fade away from her visual field by covering her hand over it.

"And if that cycle of raw power were to change to fall into the hands of someone else, they'd more than likely usher in a new age to the village, city, province, nation, planet, universe or existence they rule over. It is only natural for the strong to influence the weak in natures law, but that doesn't imply it isn't inherently wrong. After all, the records show how you treat those whom follow your own lead...."

With visuals of Matthew's slaves ending up dead, the hard hand he once led over Underground Karakura and the sense of darkness that oozed from his persona; Neoveta conveyed this notion in his mind: "He had no room to talk of oppressive freedoms in his position."

"i know of you. A brief skim of research provided sufficient results to get an idea of who you are. More complex knowledge lays within me, so I'll be sure to update it with that bit of information you've given me. That aside, I'd like to greet you as well and state that my name is Neoveta Asthvaon. I am the current Demon Princess and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Matthew."

Nodding her head; she'd let him finish what he had to say after that and took not much heed to it. Not because she was above it, nor was it for the reason of blowing it up. Nay, the child already had a fine grasp on the situation with her aura and protection of the field in effect. With her aura flooding against all those who took her hand, and towards the city at large, The Princess was more than equipped to handle the challenge at hand if things got turbulent.

It is why when the shadows around Neoveta, Lorin, Ascenia and other bystanders, apart from Mujin, were beginning to be tampered with -- it stopped. Why was this so? The strength of force that generated from The Demon Princess's being came down like a hard wall and blocked these shades of darkness from being influenced by The Vampire. Her mother could be dubbed The Queen of Darkness, and it was apparent enough through their training that he'd more than likely attempt to tamper with their shadows in some form to render them open and vulnerable to attack through his manipulation of said element.

Therefore, Neoveta extended her resistance against this form of shadow manipulation to others who took her hand. So long as The Demoness's resolve was intact, sufficient energy was in play and her health was in suitable condition; she'd not so easily fall to these darkness. Without even so much as landing a single strike upon her being, there was no reason for them not to be unaffected.

Despite her rather extreme age difference, the child had endured trials, tribulations and battles that most spirits do not see within one hundred demon lifetimes. Standing up against the likes of The Gods, baring through the defiling of her body by the hands of the Divine Shinigami and Satanic Deities, enduring constant battles daily that lead to the thousands in just the short course of three years and bringing her mind back from the depths of insanity after being torn down, broken and rebuilt so many times over to achieve this semblance of unnatural control over herself, her powers and mind. All in the pursuit of this horribly inhumane experiment that was her life.

Thus, her eyes conveyed the simple truth of the matter in a telepathic sensation:

"You'd have to break me worse then them before this wall that protects crumbles."

It did not come across as a threat, an act of defiance or fear nor anything sort of arrogance tethered to ego. No. This was a truth she held in herself after the journey she had endured with the hand of The Captain Commander, The Heart of The Demon God, The Creator of Demonkind and all their followers it took to reach that point. To act inspite of hesitation, that hesitation her timid personality, was going to be the trick here.

Indeed, Neoveta got the message loud and clear. From his history of violence, aggressive persona and eagerness to prove himself -- the likelihood of him leaving with kind words was steadily approaching a negative point. So, despite her unwillingness to raise her hand, The Princess of Demons may very well have to do just that.

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Thus, following that realization, there would be a sudden pulsation in Neoveta's energy. Within and around her, the sensation of a supernova exploding within the vast nothingness of space expanded and exploded in a damning expansion of power throughout the metropolis. This force was wicked, screamed with might and twirled around The Demonic Princess like a cosmic hurricane.

It held scent of Chaotic Queen: Mana, the hand of the almighty Khala and Deveta and the harsh strife of The Dragon Crow Iriko Puzyri. But, most importantly of all, the core of this strength screeched out in a white neon light that arose pass the overlapping layers of red and black that represented her demonic and godling heritage. This white light -- was Neoveta's true will coming to the surface. A bizarre sense of backbone and resolve that had grown in the child, festered like a virus and blossomed into a flower throughout her hardships to reach this point of being able to hold her ground.

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow....the darker the shadow...the brighter the light. One cannot exist without the other. I understood what I did, but that was not the purpose. If you are the darkness, I am the twilight. Allowing both worlds of light and darkness to fester within me, my reach extends and overflows into both sides of the spectrum to hold what is close to my heart guided and protected. Fueled not by the actions of The Gods, nor the will of Royalty such as my mother, this is my desire. My desire forms this wall of shadows and light, and my will not be torn down without a fight...."

And in that moment?

A DAMNING BLARE OF LIGHT CAME TO BE!

The very fabric of existence inverted, contorted and swapped all of the combatants on the field to an empty version of Ireland. Through her usage of environmental and dimensional manipulation, Neoveta had created her own pocket realm emptied of civilians and gave the space needed to a wide-rage fight between The Two Demon Lords. If the others wished to follow her? She would not stop them. However, with a mental impulse, The Demon Princess would give them all a warning of what was to occur if they insisted on assisting her in this perilous battle between the most ravishness of Demon Fangs.

"In this way, I give you one request to please back away from this and leave...with both of us unharmed."

Nonetheless, there would be nothing handling her back from unleashing a devastating burst of energy that held within it the foundations of the universe. Taking the energies of existence, a blast that turned into a mixture of gold, white and red light took root and aimed to eradicate anything in its path to a cinder. Targeting the physical, metaphysical and anything else in between it and Matthew; the colossal burst of strength was let off with enough destructive power to level this fair city and then some.

Wings extending to the length of ten foot long monsters, a lone red horn sticking out of the right side of her skull and a single pair of fangs coming forth from the left side of her mouth; as Neoveta clenched her hands and reddened claws extended from them -- her demonic blood was awakening from within. As her heart quivered with fear and anxiety, her conscious mind guided her towards the path she thought with all her spirits intent to be good and right.

To protect this nation's peace and the sanctity of those who follow her -- WAS HER CAUSE!

So in this way, the lines in the sand had been drawn and the stance of Neoveta had been made all but clear. No way, not for everything that it took to build this empire, would it be crushed, destroyed and morphed to be the slaves of some vampire.

The sanctity they achieved -- through their immorale methods -- was worth it in Neoveta's mind and she'd fight tooth and nail for that cause.

Thus, as sweat fell like a never-ending rain from the childs pours, and her breathing became faster and labored, the flare within her heart grew more fervent and child awaited to see what the response of her fore would be in the wake of such a damning revelation.







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Wed Nov 12, 2014 12:31 pm
Demon gods and a demon princess, Mujin was beginning to feel his stupidity to think he could reach these beings power, No however the being before him who referred to herself as Neoveta would accept his glance and with that he would smile only cause could feel it what he called a calling helping him out the feeling she was presenting prior would fade and Mujin would stand gripping his blade and offering a smile into the sky as his power began to rise to the level of a captain. He would ponder for a bit focusing his ability's and feeling out his energy he would look at the boy and at first glance he knew that the boy also had gained a boost in power however Mujin would use this the feeling of a truly all powerful being, though he could not decide if this power was his own for a short time or simply a gift something that he could utilize to help others, the words coming from the demon princess would be taken in, he did desire power and in a blind rage he sought of the strife he thought would get him closer to his goal. It had gotten him this far however he know knew he was not that close too his goal only on a path doomed to fail he would clench his jaw turning his gaze toward the man known as Matthew before looking back toward the demon girl.

At that moment his mind flooded with the images offered to him and he would watch as he offered a sigh of relief watching the boxer it would remind him of his life before becoming a shinigami something he remembered all to well the desire to become a boxer however life was never as he planned it, that image would fade and become replaced with numerous more and Mujin would simply stand still taking them all in with a facial expression only showcasing that he was at ease, he would jump at the sight of the ogre crushing the child not because he cared though he saw himself in the child running toward impossible goals he would eventually be crushed. No he would not brush these things off so easily he would see his ways as wrong and now would be the time he would change upon the demon princess shifting her attention from Mujin he would offer a nod and smirk if only to show he had taken in what she had offered.

At this moment he would draw his blade in hopes too utilize this power, Exusia, Showcase your power. He was not eager to fight but he was simply in a feeling of awe and with the new rush of power given too him he would fully utilize it seeing as how these beings looked pent on using all their power he would see how far he could reach with this new found power given by the demon. Mujin body would explode with energy upon his weapon changing into shikai and he would sigh outward in relief he had utilized this power too boost his own and that was good enough for him to fully take in what the being had said, through the boost his power was boosted too the level of a captain however in a instant all would feel that boost x3 he would be nearly at a level beyond captain and his energy would begin to influence the area in a white glow containing a black outline. However that was not all his blade would scream on it's own shining a bright light as the shadows near him faded and Matthew would find Mujin 's zanpaktou actually affecting him mentally lowering all his skills by one and making him weaker while flooding him with thought which would cause him to rethink his wanting to fight, one would say how this was possible simple through the power boost given to Mujin his weapon likewise fueled off it and since it was always much stronger than Mujin the blade would hold a energy supply nearing the demon lord Matthew (around high 1 tier if not zero due to captain being around 1 and the blade is two tiers higher in power) at least for the time being and it's latent ability's would affect him having deemed the man as a threat even if Mujin no longer wished to fight though on the contrary he wished to fight however he know knew how foolish it would be stepping in the middle of these two if not only to watch a battle of epic proportions.

Now would be when Mujin felt the exploding energy of the demon princess he would be able to stand with the current boost to his new found power and he would simply watch the showcasing in a bit of awe once again the battle was beginning and through simple glances and judges of peoples power he could see that everyone had been blessed with a bit of power from the princess neoveta however this was her true power and as the bright light emerged Mujin would shield his eye's and they would be gone the demons that is and Mujin would simply stand there for a moment over looking the numerous people in shock from what had just happened. However as Mujin began to walk away he one thing was for certain if he could keep this new found power he would be on a road to becoming as strong as one of those beings.

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What Ascenia felt coursing through her, she could not herself describe. There was a well of energy flowing through her, an amount so large and so huge, she herself could not comprehend. Her mind, torn and broken, was healing. The broken and fragmented thoughts were coalescing into whole trains of thought, accompanied by her usual emotions and powers of deduction and information gathering. She began to feel her mind bolstered, and fortified by this influx and surge of energy. Her confidence in herself was growing, and her strnegth of will was hardening. There was something else inside her though.. something that had once been happening, that now had completed.

But first, she noticed her body was regenerating quicker, and more completely than normal. The amount of damage done to her by just the sheer weight and force of the two powerful creatures before her, had been enough to crack a few ribs, and dislocate her shoulder on the left side. She thought that a kidney had been bruised. But those were now trivial matters, as her body began to heal. A soothing sensation filled her, and she relaxed a little bit, as her body began to feel more well bolstered and rested than it had felt in a very long time. The feeling to her was amazing.

Then, Ascenia heard a voice, calm, gentle, and soft to her mind. This voice spoke softly, and yet carried weight like no other voice. This was the voice of the one called Neoveta. The words spoken by this voice of the mind, seemed to soothe Ascenia, and relax her fears. Feeling as if she could stand unabashedly and with fortitude, Ascenia stood, and then for some reason, dared to reach out, and the hand of Neoveta. Though the voice had said she could stand and take her hand, Ascenia knew she meant it figuratively. But, for some reason she had done it anyways.

When two demons appeared, besides her from nowhere, at first she was scared. But upon seeing the kindness and gentleness in their eyes, Ascenia decided that they were there to help her. She listened closely to what Neoveta said. An offer to join Khalism. Ascenia didn't know how to respond. Then, a voice, strange yet familiar at the same time, came from her core of being. This voice, was female, and seemed to have roughness yet a round gentleness to it. It sounded like the call of nature, and the crying out of wild beasts, enraptured in the serenity of a gentle rain. The voice sounded like her own in tone and manner, as she would when speaking to her adopted daughter, whom she loved more than anything else in any world. The words it spoke, seemed to resonate inside Ascenia's core being.

"I think we should consider the offer.....Though we have a small pack, and we are strong...sometimes, it is wise for a smaller pack to join a larger, so that we may be protected and in turn protect others."

Ascenia was dumbfounded. She had done it. She had accomplished her goal, though with the pain agony and assistance of Matthew and Neoveta's Power nearly crushing her to death. Her soul had divided into two separate spirits. Just what this spirit was, she had no idea. But it felt like something she had read about once in an old book. A goddess of the wilds and of nature...and demons. A wolf goddess, whom was the protector of the wilds, and of all things of nature. Animals, Plants, Insects, Rivers, Mountains. The Demonic goddess, born from the coupling of the last great wolf goddess, and a demon of great power, whom died defending their child. This new creature, took her mother's place,and became a motherly goddess of demons and nature.

"What are you Exactly?"

Ascenia would ask her, sensing an answer she wasn't going to like coming up.

"i am a Danava demon, born of your own ideals of nature,and your love for my story. The energy of the two great demons before you gave me the energy i needed to come into existence completely. Now, we must have a discussion."

Ascenia, with swift intent answered the question she was going to ask.

"We will not have to fight one another. i wish to share my body with you, under the condition that you help me protect my family."

The Danava inside her chuckled. it was a chuckle of delight.

"Alright. But you must allow me to experience this world as it is now....it has been a few millennium since my death."

Ascenia inside herself chuckled.

"What do i call you?"

"In your tongue, you would call me, Ai. To love."

Ascenia was now filled with a new understanding of herself and this being inside her. They were one, but separate.Whilst she Ai were conversing, her body, or vessel, had changed. Her eyes were set aglow with purple enrgy, and wer enow much like a real wolf's. Her countenance had changed as well. Her body was now covered in fur. Her face had turned to that of a wolf, adn her was now, in completeness, wolfish to the extreme, looking as a wolf standing erect.Around her a new energy flowed, alongside her purple reishi and light green reiatsu. A demonic aura, of wild ferocity, yet gentle kindness and love, enveloped her. This aura, was colored green, and golden, interchanging and weaving. She was still clothed, but now on her shoulders, pads of armro seemed to cover, and on her wrists and legs and feet as well. on her hip, appeared to be a great sword, a jian, and on her back, a fearsome guan dao pole-arm. They seemed real yet spiritual. Ascenia looked herself over, and approved of the new look.

"so this is what it is like when a ziamichi and host share a body...I like it"

Looking over to neoveta, Ascenia examined her face, then spoke.

"i have a family, my lady. A daughter, who is heavy with child, and her mate, a danava, whom is the father of said child....and a friend, most dear to me, a shinigami....If..if you can offer them protection..on my behalf, and home my daughter and son in law somewhere safe in your realm of protection...and not allow my friend..whom goes by neya to not be harmed by demons when she journeys here to find me...i will join you. Please, majesty. i ask you...i beg you...protect what is now my family under your grace. They are all i have left in this twisted world.....and if there is an ulterior use for me in this union of myself and this religion...i only ask you utilize me now, and then release me from your services....i do not wish to be enslaved to any god or demon.....not to be ungrateful......and...please do not enslave my daughter, son in law, and grand child/children."

Her voice wasn't hers alone. now it was the voice of two mothers, protecting their family. the outcry of two loving souls, wanting only the defense of what they held precious. they both agreed, that this was the only way to keep them safe, until their second goal could be accomplished.. She, as a composite, willed and wished this. Then, looking over at the shinigami she could only say what was in her heart.

"Please, shinigami of squad 5...i see your badge..i ask you please, to tell your fifth seat...that i have accomplished our goal...but that i cannot come home and work towards our second goal just yet....that i must move my family here, where it is safe in Europe...tell her im sorry..."

Then, she looked back to neoveta.

please...mi'lady..excuse me...while i watch from a distance...i do not think im strong enough to fight this battle... but i swear to you...that i shall assist you in any way should you need me.......
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His back rubbed against the building as his jacket began to catch the rigid surface, with each breath he took he began to realize what exactly was going on here. He watched as the Demon placed her figurative hand on each person before him, with the exception of Matthew. She spoke words to those she touched, but Lorin was in no way able to comprehend such things. His mind had become a clean slate, due to all the spiritual pressure that made him clinch parts of his body. A small puddle formed beneath the palm of his hand, red in hue and metallic in smell. He had managed to lose a decent amount of blood from his weakened attempt to remove himself from the situation. In doing so he had managed to cut himself open a few times. His pale face shifted to grasp sight of his hand, to which he lifted and turned to expose the wounds. His lower jaw trembled as he began to feel light headed.

As he did so, his pale face began to grow flush with color once more. His breathing began to stabilize to a less panicked state, and he witnessed his hand began to close up and re-consume the blood that was tainted by the grainy floor. However as it rose, all non-relative materials would find their way back to the ground. His hand would begin to quiver and soon he would be struck by an overwhelming power. One to which he was unsure of how to handle. His body ignited for a short period of time, his eyes coming to a close to which the flame dispersed into thin air.

Once again, the awe of the moment brought his breathing back to a hard task. His eyes were wide with surprise as he looked at himself flipping his hands back and forth. What just happened to him? And just as he thought of that he could hear the voice of the Demon in the sky. She offered him a new home, to go with this new power she bestowed unto him. However, he would be unable to just leave all that he had here on Earth behind to join forces with the woman that stood before him. Not to mention, the other Demon also sought out to learn of Lorin. For one reason or another they all seemed to show some sort of acknowledgement to Lorin. Leaving him unsure as to what to do. However, it was most likely best for him to stand back.

He looked over toward the Demon Lord, Matthew. Nodding at him as he began to pull himself up from the ground he smirked. "My first mistake? I don't know what the hell you're talking about, yo. The name's Lorin, why is it so important to you, Demon." His tone was snarky, laced with some sort of new found glory. He had power now, sure he didn't know how to use it, but it didn't change the fact that he felt changed. In such a situation, one's head is only bound to get larger as well, and it did. His ego had grown and he had some new sense of confidence in himself. He felt abnormal, he didn't feel human anymore. He could feel every movement he made more vividly and could stare at things and have a deeper understanding of them. This was all so new to him, all so surreal.

He gazed back up to the woman who bestowed such powers to him. "Thank you, I won't waste this... this... whatever this is. Thank you..." He bowed slightly to the woman. In return the woman would continue to set her gaze upon Matthew Hinote. To which, he would take a few steps in reverse and continue analyzing his hands. Soon he'd find himself blinded by a desaturated hue of light in it's purest form. As the light would fade he would himself in a separate dimension along side of all of those that were with him before.

He looked around at each and everyone of them and thought about how exactly all of this would conclude and how he would make his way back home. He was uncertain if he'd even live through such a thing.








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[Note: I am taking all actions/events in this post within a purely linear timeline. I found going any other sort of way with this post would be too much of a pain in the ass to do. So bare that in mind with this]

The feeling of wonder, amazement and awe soon flowed over into Neoveta's body. Why? Simple: her connection to the Shinigami, Mujin, was strong from him accepting her loving embrace. The increase in power overwhelmed him, bathed him and pushed the male to become stronger, faster and more fearsome than he had ever been at any point in his life up until this point. That was the potency in strength that The Princess of Demon World could bestow upon a person; and it was the kind of blessing that made her happy she could invoke such joy in this bleak and barren universe.

However, The Demoness noticed something peculiar was afoot in that moment. What was occurring in that second? Metaphysical influence! Tons and tons of manipulation, trickery and magic were sparking to life in this ever-expanding battle ground they partook in. Although The Royal Demon's senses told her that the male was going to flee from the scene, it would not be without throwing The Vampiric Bastard a ball or two.

From she could discern of the attack, there appeared to be a mental assault being waged against The Demon Lord via the Shinigami male. Given that Matthew Hinote seemed hellbent on propping himself to be a threat to their kingdom for the time being, The Princess saw no reason not to disallow this attempt; however futile it may or may not have proven itself to be in the grand scheme of things.

If nothing else, Neoveta thrusted her energy upon the offensive strike to Matthew's mind in order to mold it, mend it and enhance it to a level where it would be potent enough to effect him to some degree. Provoking feelings of mental sluggishness, reduction in the efficiency of his deduction skills and overall pain jamming into his mind in order to break his attention, lower his concentration and make his brain clouded and difficult to focus.

In this way, when it came to the mental-aspect of this fight, perhaps The Demonic Princess may see herself gaining an edge up on him by attacking him in such a manner. Since, at the end of the day, The Demonic Princess held an equal amount of willpower, focus and deduction as The Dark Vampiric lord. And, with the added strength of her followers, and excess power, the chance of it having some sort of effect on him were moderate to high. At the very least, it would not be something easily shrugged off when in the hands of this Royal Asthavon.

Regardless, she'd at least ensure that the male would be safely transported out of the area before being affected by Matthew's shadow's. After all, that was her duty with him being nestled under The Princess's care. Therefore, Neoveta consumed Mujin's body within a reddened light to act as a shield against The Vampire's influence. This would prove to be a probable event due to the fact that her energy was already overflowing within the Shinigami and granting him more strength. Henceforth, it was certainly not a stretch of the imagination to assume that the wicked enchanter could compromise a demonic spell in order to transport him away from the area. Which, in the end, would result in the male being safely transported away to an undesignated location under the guise of teleporation.

In the meantime, Neoveta seemed to feast off the elevated and positive emotions that Ascenia underwent upon taking The Demon Princess's hand. The feelings of a mind becoming clear, new strength being forged within a weak body and the peace of a heart once in turmoil were a few of the ways The Royal Demon described this process taking place within the Quincy. And, akin to a miracle taking place, the likes of Neoveta witnessed as her power once again started taking its divine influence on Ascenia. Broken bones were made whole again, broken will of the mind made stronger and energy being replenished were some of the notable feats that The Princess could discern from the new Khalaism follower in her care.

Thus, The Reagle Figure of The Asthavon could only give a smile as her words reached far into Ascenia's body and soul; soothing her, caressing it and putting to ease her worries in a warm overflowing stream of metaphysical love and healing. Which, in the end, was all The Princess ever wanted: love. To spread this affection and devotion to the world and it's people happened to be within her goals. So, along those lines or another, the girl earnestly believed that the path to this idealized place would be paved through Khalaism. It had to be.

Just the sight of total strangers coming into harmony and picking each other up from the ashes of misery were enough to prove to Neoveta, even in this trivial setting, that their cause was right. They gave Ascenia a home, a people, new life and power; what more could a soul ask for? Not much, right?

The fractions of the soul which had kept Ascenia from being whole were even merged back together in this sight. This scene of her transforming, becoming closer to her true self and ascending into the ranks of Ziamichihood even stood as a testament to that. The power of a demon, yet the gentle kindness of a god flowed within the newly formed creature and it brought a soft smile to the Asthavon Child's face.

Alas, though, there still seemed to be a request brewing from this new member of her religious family. It was a plea for protection and guidance from the authority Neoveta held in her position as both the Princess of Demon Kind and the holy, or perhaps, satanic symbol as one of the direct children of The Demon Goddess: Khala Asthavon. An entity whom called herself "Neya" was to be protected due to the bond of kinship Ascenia shared with her daughter.

Having heard that appeal, Neoveta couldn't deny and gave a firm nod of her head to convey this approval. In that instant the child of Mana decided she would indeed embark upon that request to shield and protect her beloved one. However, the child, at least in her mind, did not feel there was any malicious intent in desiring for her to join this religion. Khalaism lead to salvation, happiness and enlightenment. And Neoveta's prime directive was to spread this warmth, happiness and love to the world.

Put two and two together, and the honest intent of The Young Maiden's hearts conveyed and unveiled itself to Ascenia through a telepathic transmission of this sensation. In this way, The Newly Born Ziamichi were to know that The Royal Demon had no use for pawns, slaves or anything of the sort; only wishing to help her as best as she possibly could with what her semi-divine powers were capable of.

'I will grant this request. All I ask is that you trust in me and that you divulge the identity of Neya to us so that I may be aware of whom this creature appears to be. If you feel deceit from these words and intent, then you are free to leave us as you wish.'

Speaking those soothing tones through their private connection of the minds, these telepathic words were transplanted into the mind of both Ascenia and her Ziamichi Partner. Why? The reason was simplistic enough to understand: it was so that they may both understand the point of view in which Neoveta was coming from with her path while not uttering a single word of her stance outloud. As if her words were as understood and natural as air itself.

None the less, once they understood the gravity of the situation, Neoveta saw to it that the energy of her essence that was flowing within them would protect them. Like an exploding volcano it was meant to surge to the top, arise with a bang and develop a high-class demonic barrier forged by her Royal Magic. In this way, she seeked to protect them from the assaults that Matthew was more than certainly going to dish out.

In fact, all of her faithful followers soon found themselves being consumed by similar crimson spheres. One by one, all parties who hadn't the stomach to endure this battle were being thrusted back to the outer layer of Ireland and observing from a safe distance. In the mind of Neoveta? This was a battle that she herself needed to endure and it was time to put her might, faith and power to the test against a threat such as The Demon Overlord of Darkness.

All the while, her heart raced and wondered, that in this heated moment, would the soothing words of Iriko hold up true in the wake of such adversity? That was a question which would be answered today depending on this outcome shaped itself out to be between the two colossal forces of demonic power.

Despite all of this, there was still one more factor to tend to in this whole conflict of powers: Lorin Hardwell. Seemly the last one to be evacuated through this whole disaster, the human also felt the intense pull and draw of Neoveta's divine prowess within him. It sought to unlock the inner-mechanisms of his mind, unleash new power from within his soul and bring him on the gasp of further being enlightened to the whole movement of Khalaism. But, even if he did not partake in their cause, the intent of her heart was to grant him a gift of strength, joy and knowledge so that he may make the correct path for himself.

There was indeed apart of her soul that wanted to save him by converting him to Khalaism, but there was an equal part of her that understood a man needed to make his own decisions no matter what road they took. Thus, these pulsations of the heart unveiled themselves to Lorin in their spiritual wavelength that the two beings shared when The Ember of Karakura partook in The Demon Princess's "life blood".

And, through this bond, she'd accept his thanks; but urged him to seek safety before she would be rendered to focus on Matthew in order to adequately shield him. From this urgency, he'd then find himself submerged within a protective barrier compromised from Neoveta's energy. In that way, he'd be propelled and flung out of the dome of combat that both The Princess and The Vampiric Overlord were about to engage in. Therefore, without having much distractions in her way, The Royal Demon could focus her sights on dealing with the obstacle of the fellow Demon Lord in her path.

The next round of this bout was going to be an intense one, to say the least. However, the child was ready to endure the pain that would surely come of walking this journey .

Paying close attention to the movements of The Demon Lord, Neoveta decided to act out of a concern for the well-being of Mujin. Thus, her energized dome around the child acted as a dense armor in order to deflect the lower powered bullet away. The feasibility of this outcome occurring was quite large due to the fact that Neoveta directed such heavy masses of energy to those under her influence. Ergo, with the shield being comparable to a master, or dare even, an Arrancar's grand master hierro? There was little chance that this was buckling down anytime soon.

Granted, the message still hit Mujin loud and clear. Why? The projectile held within it a heavy impact and it's rippling force was felt within the sphere. Enough to where, if The Shinigami had any modicum of sense, he'd realize that the blast fired off from Matthew would have indeed skewed him across the land if The Princess were not protecting him in that instant. The blade of his Zanpakutō may have very well broken and he'd be in quite the predicament. Therefore, it was a sign to further count his blessing and leave this situation to the professionals.

None the less, Neoveta's ever-shifting attention soon horned in and focused on the piercing gaze of Matthew's crimson eyes. Picking up on this sharp pulsation generating from the Shadow Demon, there was no doubt in The Princess's mind that the male before her was attempting to size her up and search for any abnormalities or weaknesses in this lull of theirs. Therefore, in return, The Royal Demon utilized her own Health Sense in order to scope out the wicked energies within the Demon Lord.

As apart of her Omi-Healing, the particles of energy in the environment that were ripe with The Princess's influenced soon shifted and hardened their fixation upon The Vampire's body. Scanning, analyzing and making use of her upper-class perception skills; the results came back within lightning speed -- and it left the child stunned.

Why was Neoveta taken back? This was because the male appeared to have latent properties of the element of "light" engulfing his body. Ones that seemed to be becoming more active as her twilight affinity stated to arise. So that posed the question: where did he attain such a power from? Scanning over the demonic index once more, a closer inspection brought forth the tales of Light Matthew, Neutral Matthew and Dark Matthew; unveiling to her that this man was once not always what he seemed. For, at one time or another, each of these shifts within himself had control until each element lost itself.

To that end? Neoveta felt somewhat saddened. Although good and evil were such black and white terms, it was a saddening thing to see the light in his soul stiffened, killed and put to rest by such a force. Perhaps, if there was a better balance in his soul, the male may have been a different person. But, there wasn't much time to worry about such sentiments, they were still in the depths of combat.

Observing the Shadow Realm being materialized within the dimensional space she created, Neoveta's constant deduction skills started to come into play. Although The Demon Lord seemed to be able to summon this space within their sub-world, it did not come without cost. What was the cost? Knowledge. The Demi-Network, let alone Neoveta's own mind, were both capable of otherworldly deciphering speeds.

So, with this dark space materialized within their battlefield, The Demon Princess's enhanced mind started discerning the properties of its element in order to better formulate defenses later down the line. If knowing was half the battle, the next half of this brawl was going to have to come from her prowess.

Thus, through her slowed perception of time and general awareness, The Demoness did detect an abnormal gateway being produced ahead of time. Why was this so? The answer to that lays in the general nature of Matthew's Darkness. After overviewing the usage of his Shadow Manipulation from his performance in Ireland, Neoveta surmised from the way the particles attached to influence reacted that it was akin to Matter Alteration, but with the shadow's as a medium.

And what was the perfect counter to deal with Matter Control? Nullification. Therefore, with the abundant supplies of energy being produced, Neoveta tapped into her Demi-Engine and put her mastery of magical prowess to good usage. By influencing the atoms that compromised her energy burst, Neoveta created a field around her energized blast that served as an erasure zone. This subtractive magic acted as a means to ignore and bypass the shadow portal and head straight for Matthew.

If his shadows attempted to meddle with that? Wave after wave of this matter subtracting matter would stand in its way. If there happened to be an obstacle in the way? The blast would divide themselves into twelve even parts and remerge through dimensional teleporation influenced by Neoveta's magic until at least one of them hit The Hinote. And to ensure that none of her allies were hurt in the wake of this blast? The properties of this explosion were written and crafted by Neoveta not to harm those with even a trace of her energy coating them. All of this blast, and its effects, were intended for the Vampiric Demon himself, his familiars, shadow's and all else associated with this bastard's trickery.

So, at this point and time, it can be assumed that Lorin may have been ejected from the area with the push Neoveta's energy gave him earlier; while Matthew himself would find himself busy still coping with the blast to run his mouth. That attack, for all it stood, was not one to be brushed aside with something so simplistic as wormhole techniques. Thus, over the immediate battle range, The Demonic Princess enhanced the energy particles that were associated with her power to produce a magical based field to create a metaphysical lock on the area. This grip meant to serve as a latch to disallow the future usage of portals for the next few turns at least.

Granted, if he found himself a pause, yet alone a space to talk during all of that, Neoveta conveyed a telepathic message for any of those left on the field:

'I do not deny my action of using aggressive force against this opponent. Judging from his caliber of strength, I did determine that the Demon Lord before you was of proper strength not to die from that attack. I intended to injure him and send him back to Demon World or another realm too fatigued to battle.'

To Lorin and Matthew, these words rang within their minds. And if it failed to reach them there? Then the voice was projected within the area and loud enough for them to hear. In this telepathic wavelength, yet another oddity was taking place. Pieces of organic matter that compromised The Demon Princess's body were of origin associated with the Demonic Goddess: Khala, were becoming active. And Khala, as most demon's knew, was the mother of demon kind; while Deveta was the father.

Due to this divine influence, memories of Matthew's former scarp with Touketsu, otherwise known as Deveta, would come to past. The battle would play-out within Lorin's mind, and the eventual loss of The Vampiric Lord soon visualized in both of their minds. Thus, the important message to gain from the showing -- was that Matthew wanted to kill her mother and father. And what else would a child who is afraid of their parents well being do? Protect them, that is what.

Ergo, this point of view oozed into their minds and angered tears fell from the maiden's face as her fist boiled over with fear and rage. Terror for using this kind of ungodly power, but rage for feeling her kinship threatened by this pest. Would anyone question if the Soul King's children dared to execute any threat who went against their father? Or perhaps, in court, could one not argue a crime of passion?

It was plain and simple: Matthew was not here to make amends, nor was he here to befriend them; he was simply here to cause trouble and nothing more. And with his goals still aligned with butchering her parents, Neoveta was acting only out of defense and nothing more. Both she and Matthew understood that the blast would not kill him. Critically injure him? Definately. But kill? Neoveta was doubtful of that. It was intended to be a warning shot, and given Matthew's extensive history as a demon who has murdered his own kind without remorse, a justified one to prevent any further hostile action from taking place.

'And from what I have shown you, Lorin, you are free to make your own judgements. I am not a perfect being, and my actions may have flaws, but my intent is true and I do not want my mother or father to have to worry about this low-life.'

Then, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, The Demonic Princess had a blank expression wash over her face as she stared with a vacant gaze upon the Guns of Icarus being forged. To her? Every step the Vampiric Lord was taking was one meant to defame and otherwise attempt to reframe the intent of Neoveta and her cause; a feeling that The Princess bounced back into the mind of Lorin so that he may take his and her words with a grain of salt. It was becoming tedious, and she let out a hard sigh as she wiped away the wet tears from her face and shook her head.

"Know this: you will be long dead before the dream of you killing my mother or father is ever realized. One is free to make their choices in this world, but they must also accept the feedback in which their actions may generate in return. And with the path you are on? You are only asking to be saved by my mother's gentle hand into Nirvana."

The line about her Divine Parents being butchered by this relic of the past? It was a statement that The Royal Demon did not ignore in the slightest. And, while The Maiden was aware the male was pushing her buttons, Neoveta oozed an aura that conveyed mentally to all parties: Matthew was just playing coy and attempting to provoke lunacy. Thus, if it were brought again, would be ignored; but for that moment? It was addressed what her feelings and intentions were on anything regarding their existence ending anytime soon.

For to her? All of the non-sense, taunts and insults were just signs of another pompous demon too drunk off his own power to realize he was full of himself in that instance. And, while Matthew was well enough at dishing out weaknesses to other, The Princess of Demon World marked her own upon the Vampiric Lord: pride and overconfidence. Those two things were what would be his downfall in her mind and why she could only shake her head.

And while he may have thought the Princess had little move to think or talk -- Matthew couldn't be further from the truth. Neoveta's mind experianced everything at a de-accelerated pace of time. Hours can feel like months passing by in the viewpoint of Neoveta, for instance. An entire year for Neoveta can feel as if two thousand years had passed.It is what allowed for her mind, body and powers to grow and accelerate as they have for someone as young as she was. And in combat? It is a deadly thing to possess. As, essentially, she had as much time as she needed to plan and prepare for attacks.

So, it is why, discerning from the potency of these attacks, Neoveta understood that these were not enough to kill her. And, from that knowledge, The Child surmised that Matthew was attempting to send the same message she herself tried to with her energized burst. And, from perceiving this probable viewpoint, The Demonic Princess conveyed these sensations in the air around them. For, unlike Matthew, there was no deceit to try and prop herself up to be anything but what her actions were. All the child desired was for the male to go away from this place and she would do what it took to ensure that is meant.

Hence, Neoveta began Harnessing her Divine Sense to begin analyzing the different attributes of the attacks heading her way. One of the first things to deal with were a series of projectiles that held within them enough force to break shields and barriers. To respond to that? Neoveta followed the law of equal energy, produced a blast of equivalent strength and fired a burst of crimson light meant to negate and cancel out both of their strikes when it came to the shield cannons.

Following that, those Proton Cannons were next down the firing range. In a quick summon, Neoveta fell back on her magic once more and comprised a basic, albeit, highly powerful shield meant to block out the damage from those proton cannons. It would absorb the impact and blast, detonate and be reduced to nothing. Effectively, it would have canceled out that attack as well.

Lastly, for his final trick with those barrier breakers, Neoveta would match that with something special. Considering how there were still structures nearby in this reverse world, The Demoness decided to utilized her spiritual pressure in order to divert the direction of those shield bursters. By increasing the density of the gravity within the space they occupied, The Princess averted taking the hit for the time being and instead had them crash and explode into many of the buildings below them.

"Please, go back to whence you came from. I've grown tired of this already."

With those words uttered aloud, The Demoness commanded for the Demi-Network to patch together a wormhole linking him back to Iramashsa Island. Understanding from her father that this was the last place the heretic called home, Neoveta decided to give him a one way trip back. Henceforth, The Princess transported a large quantity of her energized particles to the direction of Matthew. Then, in one massive pressurized pull, aimed to punch him back with a bone-shattering smash back into Iramasha Island.

Provided he was in the portal, The Hell Maiden would then patch up the defenses in Ireland and produce a barrier around the continent to disallow for Matthew's spiritual and energy frequency to be permitted. For, like the Sekkiseki Stone, it would act as an intense repellent and solve the incident for the time being.

So, like Matthew, Neoveta could have done a multitude of things to give him a world of pain, but all the child desired was for this conflict to cease.





OOC NOTES
To understand a bit more about the Demi-Network, read this:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t12714-shadow-fall-terrority-defenses-america-europe-demon-world-etc-progressively-updating

This is also about the whole Religion thing referenced in the post:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t12738-the-religion-of-khala-spreads-in-the-soul-society-the-nation-of-khala-is-born-post-demonic-incursion-result#81129


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Fri Mar 20, 2015 1:33 pm
Not sure if everyone wants to continue this thread, however I do need to use this thread in order to give Lorin abilities. So I can either ignore this thread entirely, or this thread can be concluded by Frost. Seeing as two people have dropped out and Moose most likely isn't going to return to this thread. It's up to you Frost.


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