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Subject Post 1PostSubject: The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}   The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost} EmptySat Jun 20, 2015 3:16 pm

Mind still reeling from everything that'd happened over the last few days, Haeru laid staring at his ceiling as he tried again and again to process what he'd been through. One moment he had been waiting for a client that would never come and the next he'd been witnessing a fight between twin suns. He could still feel the raw fear that had coursed through his system all this time later. It'd been a time of revelations that left him shellshocked; The thought that people with that kind of power even existed was as frightening as it was compelling. There was a whole other world out there, one that he had purposely ignored his whole life and whether he liked it or not he had been plucked out of his low-profile existence. He had known of course that what he was living was a lie, that he was something much more than the simple human he'd pretended to be, but to find out that even the agency that he'd been working for had been a net to strain out people like himself made it all the more obvious that he would never have gotten away with it forever. As far as he could tell the fact that he'd gone this long without getting caught hadn't been too shabby, especially if people like the man named Azure were actively seeking his kind out.

Azure. Such incredible power, like a heavenly body come down to Earth. Yet the man had taken the time to personally target Haeru for his recruitment drive. He was clearly passionate about his self appointed mission to protect the Earth and after seeing the battle that'd played itself out that day Haeru was suddenly very aware of just what kind of threats could be out there. If that was what the Earth was up against then how could someone like himself do anything about it? Was it possible for someone like himself to obtain that kind of power? Even if it was, did he really intend to run around like some sort of Power-Ranger-Defender-of-Earth? He'd protected people where he could, true, but when he'd been directly involved in the situation. Never had he gone looking for trouble, and what had the world done for him other than scorn him? Why should he believe that Earth would want a Demon to defend it? He might have been something like human once in his early childhood, sure, but even not being the most savvy about the affairs of the spiritual world he knew what he was. He was a Demon that knew next to nothing about Demons and the mysterious Hacchakeru wasn't a great deal of help on that front either. Hell neither of them knew how the pair had come to be bound together, and the only theory that Haeru had to work with was that his hedonistic doppelganger was some sort of splinter personality. Even then the other felt too real, too separate, and Haccha even claimed to have some fractured memories of a past life of something crazy like that.

The redhead groaned as his tired mind continued to spin in endless circles, taking a final drag of his opium cigarette before listlessly draping his hand over the edge of his bed to drop the spent item in the conveniently placed trash bin that was full of similar butts. He'd been holed up in his condo for days and that'd been the last of what he'd had to take the edge off of his anxiety. Glancing around the room his eyes passed over the pyramid of empty liquor bottles and other paraphernalia that hadn't lasted him long. After all, he could swig two handles of hard alcohol before he felt so much as a buzz. Expensive habits, especially after he'd quit his job at the escort agency that had apparently been a front for Azure's operations from the beginning. Even knowing that no harm had been meant it'd felt a little too much like he'd been the clueless mark instead of the predatory escort for his taste. The money he had wouldn't last him long, his life as he'd known it was in shambles, and he was seriously considering packing his essentials, taking on an entirely new identity, and leaving for some other corner of the continent. Maybe he could do a better job of keeping his head down this time. No, doubtful. Trouble would always find him it seemed, and all it took was a single moment of slipping to be outed yet again if Azure's methods were any indication.

Hours passed in silence and oh-so-slowly dragged into another day. He could already feel the pins and needles pricking at his skin, his insides, his mind. He needed a fix of something. No, he was stronger than this. If he ignored it it would pass, Hacchakeru and his needs be damned. He was not going out right now. As long as he hid in the sanctity of his home nobody would bother him and he wouldn't have to worry about things like hiding his identity or saving the world.

Day four was trouble. The needles had turned into a burning itch, like an invisible rash on his soul that he couldn't scratch. Hacchakeru was trying to be strong for his sake but he could tell that his counterpart wasn't in a good state from the way he himself was feeling. Eventually he'd be forced out of here but he didn't want to think about it.

Day six. Hacchakeru was clawing at the insides of his brain like a caged animal, all reason lost. He himself only had a fleeting sense of self. He wanted. With every fiber of his being he needed something and with the sensation of a dam giving way under the force of a flood his human disguise dropped as his true features came to the surface: red eyes, pointed canines, horns, and all. Haeru, Hacchakeru, there wasn't a difference now as he leapt from his balcony with a snarl to land amongst the people below. At first there was screaming and mass panic as the crowd came to the impression that they were under attack but as the Danava of Hedonism's aura washed over them the vast majority of their eyes glazed as complete anarchy broke loose. For three-hundred yards in every direction it was like a herd of crazed animals; people making love in the streets, theft, fights, people drinking to the point of alcohol poisoning, stuffing their mouths with their cigarettes and chewing them even as they tried to light the ends, just a throng of crazed beasts giving into their deepest desires. In the middle of it all stood Haeru, now appearing much calmer though in a sense every bit as crazed. Relief flooded his system as he fed off of the people around him, their wonton dive into pleasures energizing him like he was a battery that needed recharging.

Breaking a nearby door off of its hinges with a lazy flick of his wrist, Haeru casually strolled into a sushi restaurant he'd been passing and helped himself to their liquor cache. Downing five commercial sized bottles of sake in rapid succession he grabbed another in each hand as he made his exit. By number seven he was starting to feel the alcohol's blissful effects and he sighed in relief. This was just magnificent. Feeling the energy of his thralls still pouring into him, he scanned the surrounding area that looked like a riot had broken out. A train of cars sped by him at full speed, swerving around the smoking wreckage of another vehicle who's joyrider hadn't taken that particular corner with the required grace. The driver was gone, no doubt off to partake in some other dream of his.

Joining in the festivities for a time, if he had been rational at all he should have know that someone would have shown up investigate eventually but at some point all of the energy he was feeding off of had sent him from almost-clarity back off the deep end again. When he felt a number of powerful energy signatures materialize around him, likely Shinigami, a primal part of his brain recognized that there wasn't any way he could take all of them at once. One aura in particular stood out above the others, more powerful than the rest by a wide margin and more powerful than himself he was sure. Fleeing to live another day, he ripped open a rather unstable looking Kage Chokyo-chi and willed himself anywhere else, it didn't matter.

Finding himself in a rather unfamiliar place his eyes opened in wonder as he saw the raw energy of the place swirl to and fro as if alive. Taking a deep breath, the air tasted sweet as the unfamiliar energy caressed his skin. Experimentally he reached out to gather it and felt it respond to him as if he'd been doing it all his life. Something about it filled him with vitality and on closer examination he could see that it shared a lot of similarities with his own Demon aura. Whatever it was it just felt natural and right. He felt power surge through him once more and the sensation of it all just became too much. Throwing back his head with a maddened look he let out a crazed laugh as his aura again washed over his surroundings, this time a rather retro looking city filled with people with features similar to his own. Demons. His kind. The creatures here were all much stronger than a simple human on average so his aura didn't seem to have so drastic an effect but nonetheless chaos gradually started to break loose in the streets as weaker-minded victims started fights with those who might have resisted and so on.

Laughing jovially, he was eventually challenged by another of his kind who had clearly been affected by his aura. Having completely let himself go, Haeru himself was starting to get into the spirit of it all as his mouth turned up in the corner in a twisted smile. A feeling that he'd only ever felt once before in his life was starting to cloud his senses. Bloodlust. The carnal pleasure of inflicting suffering on others. In that moment there and then he had given himself over to it before he'd even realized. Dodging a series of wild swipes from his opponent's claws using his impressive speed, he materialized Aiyoku and in the blink of an eye his opponent was impaled by six crisscrossed lances. Mentally freeing his instruments from his now lifeless opponent, he examined the glow of the stolen reiatsu they held with a smirk, licking the blood from one's blade in ecstasy before turning his attention to a trio of newcomers that had seen him showing off. With one simple movement of his hand the rightmost one was blown back by a spiraling trio of spheres and laid unmoving with smoke rising from his body, alive but barely so. The other two pausing with sudden apprehension, Haeru sensed their hesitation and used it to summon his other Atma Vatou while he had the chance.

”Bewitching breath of the abyss, Keshi no Tenryuu!”

Grasping the opium pipe and taking a long, satisfying drag, Hearu and Hacchakeru gave a serene smile as one as the numbing smoke began to gently fog outwards into the surroundings. Bliss, utter bliss. His brothers would give it to him until he met his match and sunk into oblivion.
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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}   The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost} EmptyWed Jun 24, 2015 7:26 pm

A jingle caught the ears of a cat in a nearby alleyway, and the small animal's head turned towards the source of the sound. It had taken the time to dig through plenty of trash cans, knock many a thing over, just so it could find a good meal. Of course, it was homeless. Otherwise it wouldn't have had to dig through all these trash cans like it had. But the sound of a particular jingle, one that reminded it of its last owner made its head jolt upright and turn to look at the sound. What the cat saw when it looked up, was a human. Well, it thought it was a human. Humans weren't supposed to be part of buildings, right? Like, not attached to them at all? The sight of a red haired woman slowly exiting a wall made the cat very confused. Even when she completely exited the wall, there was no movement from the snow white feline. The way this human looked down at it made that cat's stock still body change from paralyzed with confusion to paralyzed with fear. There was some part of this woman, maybe her gaze that felt like it was forcing something into the cat, or maybe the elongated canines that was a threat for any animal. It was difficult to tell.

"Poor little kitty." was all that the cat heard before the woman took a step past the animal and out of the alleyway entirely. The cat felt a sudden relief, and then a strange sensation as something within its mind clicked, and then vanished. What was it doing? What just happened? Oh yeah, it was eating its dinner that it had spent hours scrounging around for. Looking around itself to make sure there were no nearby threats, the cat noted that it was still alone without any traces of other life. Just like it was a moment ago. It had no recollection of the redhead that had injected fear into the creatures tiny little heart.

It had no idea that the woman was really looking for something else either. The streets nearby were a complete mess here, and it was clear that the woman wasn't going to find what she was looking for here. The faint tinge of some kind of energy had been left behind, meaning something was responsible for all these rampant humans. Even though it wasn't here, they were too far lost in their emotions to just stop. Whether the effects of whatever was just here was still around was a mystery. Maybe these people just couldn't stop their desires. Maybe that was why they were still fighting, thieving, making love, so on so forth in the streets. It was a disgusting sight to say the least, but the woman couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she thought about what would happen if these people suddenly came to their senses. And then she remembered. She could make them do that.

With a snap of her fingers, everyone in the immediate vicinity of this redhead suddenly froze in place. And then they continued moving, but now with the remembrance of who they were and what they were doing. Those who were fighting started running in the opposite direction of each other, confused and afraid of why they were so suddenly hurting all over. Those who were intimately loving each other practically screamed and pulled away as quickly as they could, some yelling about how they were married. Thieves were either still trying to run with the goods they held, or dropped them and tried to get as far away as possible for fear of being caught by the authorities. She couldn't help but laugh at such panic, but unfortunately Ophelia had better things to do. With a sigh, Ophelia took the cloth she had been holding in her hands for a while and whipped it out. Unfurling it with a few waves of the blanket, the woman held it over herself and, without warning, fell forwards onto the ground. The blanket covered her in her entirety just as she made contact with the ground.

No more than a minute later the authorities showed up to investigate the seen. Broken glass and possessions, random items from nearby stores strewn across the ground, blood here and there, and a lone blanket on the ground. Upon lifting up the blanket for further inspection, they noted it had simply been left on the ground. Maybe someone dropped it, maybe they tried stealing it. Who knew.

Meanwhile, in a realm that was all too familiar to Ophelia, there was the exact same chaos going on as before, except this time the culprit was in plain view. Nearby, the same situation that Ophelia had experienced the first time happened again, minus the cat. From a wall between two buildings, she seemed to phase out of the wall and into the land of the demons. She was lucky to have found the one with the aura that exposed people's innate desires. The only reason she knew he was close was her innermost desires were starting to arise in her chest, but at a much slower pace. A snap of her fingers rid herself of the growing feeling, but a small portion of those desires still rested on her mind. While she couldn't use her reversal powers on herself, she could use it to give herself a sort of protective layering where anything near her was reversed back to a point before they were near her. This wasn't powerful enough to protect her against physical strikes, but it was more than enough to keep the strange gas that was flowing from the streets into the alleyway from affecting her. The same applied to the aura of what she could only assume was hedonism.

Walking out onto the streets, Ophelia saw the culprit immediately. The same scene was painted before her once more, though this time with demons. Everyone seemed to want to give into their inner desires and fetishes today. Ophelia could only chuckle.

"Oh how adorable." The woman laughed, a twisted grin forming on her face. She should really stop enjoying this before she did something rash, but she couldn't help it. As she turned towards the man who was causing all this mayhem, she simply folded her arms underneath her chest and stared him down with a deathly gaze. The reiatsu she radiated in this area gave off an intense feeling of nostalgia for whoever felt it, possibly making them remember something that would normally give them a similar feeling.

Ophelia then remembered something. She wasn't supposed to be here. No, she was supposed to be looking for a certain something that was dearly important to her. Maybe this aura of hedonism had gotten to her. Maybe her blood lust was getting to her head. Or maybe she was just bored and wanted to harass someone before vanishing again and going back to her original activities. She just actually had no clue anymore.
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Artist: 東方 - Song: Doll Judgement - Word Count: 1807

Stillness. That single word is what the night should bring. It is time for rest, slumber and reflection. Yet, as the crimson glow of Demon World's moon shined down upon this city, it seemed that the effects of the full moon would bring out the opposite reaction: madness. It is said that those who view the full moon in tend to give into their primal desires, act irrationally and otherwise become unhinged. Crime rates soar through the roof for some that witness it, intimate sessions of passion explode within the hearts of those who view it and the most brightest of creative ideals are born to those who accept the moon's enticing pull into their minds.

And, much like those examples above, many of these sorts of incidents were exploding throughout this township. As one would walk through this series of tall and arching buildings made of earth, a glance into back alley way would show a couple madly love and making passionate sex in the darkness of the back roads. While, within another building of stone, the act of murder was being committed against a man who long abused his husband. Emotions brought to the forefront, the torment could end a new life could begin.

All the while, upon the rooftops of these arched buildings, did a lone artist paint his faintest work of art. Depicting a scene of death, destruction and decay left in the wake of The Demon Goddess's purging of the Soul Society in Demonic Incursion, Many bodies lay rotted and ruined in the rubble, but their spirits were shown ascending to the top portion of the painting into a golden life and the perceiving feelings of eternal bliss radiated from the painting by those who would view it's wondrous gaze. Indeed, creative works made by demon hands had the capacity to infuse great emotional wavelengths into their crafts, bring them to life with vibrant animated visuals through their energy and put forth grand displays of meaning and depth to those open enough to view their artist work.

Yet, inside this city filled with such marvelous Gothic architecture, there was still something unnerving about the spurring of these incidents. Enough to where the eye of a passing royal demon picked up on this unbalance and decided to investigate matters. Within a tent none too far from where pulsations of hedonism quivered out to the world, the aura of healing and peace resonated and reflected away these maddening vibes of temptation. A silver haired girl whose hair flowed to her feet was seen healing a gravely sick elderly woman and her two grandchildren. These unfortunate souls were caught up in a small-scaled demonic conflict and ended up losing precious people to them. The children's mother and father, and the grandmothers beloved daughter.

After narrowly managing to avoid the same fate, each of these three were transported to the Central Demon Nation to be healed and mended by the best medical minds Demon World had to offer. Instead, they would get something much beyond that: divine rejuvenation. Each of them had lost high volumes of blood, multiple limbs and many vital organs. It was a miracle in itself that they endured this long, but the calming hands of Demon World's prime princess would see to their recovery.

Thus, by way of restorative magic, Neoveta activated her Omi-Healing ability and clasped her hands together as if she were praying. Instead, her energies were attuning themselves to the power of their fabled Demonic God. This could be seen by way of the girls blood colored wings becoming illuminated and shining with a low scarlet light. As her rose hued eyes stared intently on each of these victims, this sacred energy would pass from the tips of Neoveta's six wings and on to to the injuried and fatigued victims.

Within a matter of moments, they would then begin to notice their arms and legs becoming whole again. In fact, their entire insides were being redesigned and augmented by The Princess to better endure the harsh climates of Demon Worlds outlands. But, not only that, their energy would return and they would have a much stronger sense of spiritual connection around them. This was important as Neoveta received a report of what occurred with them and already had knowledge of their parents. As, from Demon World's backlogs, they were a somewhat noble family. Hence, they could be researched further into through her Demi-Knowledge; a knowledge that allowed her intricate awareness of Demon World stored within divine runes sealed inside Neoveta's mind.

So, from this blessing, The Princess communicated with these ancient memories, became familiar with their faces and names and then she attuned herself to their energy-patterns which were memorized in these sealed runes. Then from her influence and command of Hell, The Demoness made a connection to their spirits and deceived a means of communication for this forsaken family to contact their loved ones. Thus, the circle would come full and their lives would be allowed to be start anew through her divine work.

Without so much as uttering a word, Neoveta further used her telepathic emotion to convey her feelings of servitude to this family and wished them her best condolences. They were stunned, but The Princess would not allow them much time for inner reflection. Instead, she transferred the knowledge of all that she had done and left them free to do as they may with it. She'd leave mentions of Khalaism in their mind and hope they would turn to The Demon God for this grace she bestowed them with.

For, while she was busy reconstructing their bodies, a foul presence entered the area and this power needed to be dispelled post-haste. It was corrupting the minds of the people she sought to protect and causing a great disturbance in the air. So, The Demon Princess would levitate a few inches off the ground and begin hovering herself out of the tent to throw herself in the midst of this celestial madness. With a cold wind blowing her rose red, snow white and sable black dress against the breeze, the small figure of Neoveta became wise to the source of this disturbance.

Once locked on to this unstable power, all it took was a mere few seconds for her to materialize out of a ray of garnet light and she was in the center of it all -- with -- the Danava of Hedonism. The wavelength in which a Davana's power radiated gave a certain energy vibe, and together with constructs of pleasure and indulgence being felt in his energy, it wasn't too difficult for her astute mind to put together. After all, her sense of awareness was at its peak and her sensory capacity reached into the realm of the metaphysical. If Neoveta could not pick up on this trace, then no one but the Demon Queen herself or Demon Gods could.

Henceforth, with the problem diagnosed, the remedy was simple: heal the minds of the sick with her divine prowess once more. She'd then close her eyes upon that thought and begin internally praying to The Demon God once more for strength. In this way, she activated a function of her Omi-Healing that allowed her to mend alterations to a persons psyche that lead towards the negative. By spreading this spell through her energy particles in the air, The Princess covered a broad portion of the city to help cleanse it of these impurities. This could be achieved by her magic acting as a drug meant to ease, alleviate or outright cure varying mental illnesses, disorders, trauma and emotional dis-balances within a person depending on how extensive the damage is. And, with the wealth of energy stored in her own body, it was not difficult for a demon of her caliber to spread this influence far and wide.

Therefore, the likes of both Ophelia and Haeru may heed its call. Through this overpowering presence, the chances of them feeling a sense of belonging, serenity and peace were quite feasible with how grappling her divine pull could reach both spiritually and mentally. The madness of their minds, and so many others, could be cleared as if cleaning dirt from a window and allowing them a better and deeper understanding of the world around them. It was calling out for them to tape into the wealth of energy and wisdom around them and find something greater than themselves to at least open their minds to them. Nay, not submit, but consider and gaze in its wondrous and calming aura.

And, as this overflowing presence would ooze into the lands, perhaps the lone Ziamichi would begin to unlock the origins of his true self. For, in the close proximity he was to this mystic power, the higher his odds were that his demonic, nay, his Danava blood would awaken and begin divulging the secrets of its depth and power to him. Whispering sweet nothings to him of the origins of his race, the capacities of his abilities and the potential he had -- should he be able to control his magic.

In this sea of new awakening, Neoveta would then be a beacon for him to reach out to, touch and ask the questions of himself. To discern what path would be right for him to take, discover the deep meanings of his power and guide him towards a more full and proper view of the world and existence he was birthed into. For, in the eyes of The Princess, he was but a pup of demon needing to be stirred towards a higher purpose and she would open those doors for him -- if he should so desire.

All the while, Neoveta would give a curtsy to the likes of Ophelia. Without letting a single word leave her mouth, The Demoness conveyed a sensation of "welcoming" to the human for having the bravery to venture forth into Demon World. This was done through telepathy and this was the method in which The Princess could bestow her knowledge to the Danava of Hedonism. In this way would she then offer Ophelia an invitation to find something higher, seek enlightenment and bring stability, desire and peace into her life.

Ergo, the only things to do now were to watch, wait and gauge the reactions of each of these new figures into Demon World. Would they accept her summonings? Could they turn violent? Or would they just walk away? Fate had so many paths it could take that it was improbable for even her mind to figure out which option they would take. And, in a way, it is that unknowing factor that made life quite the wondrous gift, was it not?




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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}   The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost} EmptySat Jul 04, 2015 2:04 pm

Giving a rather nasty smirk as he saw his Atma Vatou's smoke start to numb his would be challengers' movements, six lances readied themselves once again to capitalize on the moment. Chances are they would have finished the job with the now terrified Demons if they hadn't rerouted themselves inches away from one poor soul's face to return around Haeru in a defensive formation. A mysterious woman had appeared and wasted no time in apparently calling him adorable. Faced with a clearly hostile gaze, the red-headed man's eyes met levelly with this new arrival. Her reiatsu was not only quite strong but it definitely reminded him of something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Had he met this particular woman before? The circumstances under which that could be possible didn't offer themselves with any clarity and so he settled for giving the odd female a searching look as he attempted to read where the feeling of familiarity was stemming from. Glancing at his smoke and reiatsu curling around her and gathering without actually breaching her personal space he could definitely tell that she was able to repel his techniques though it wasn't immediately apparent how she was doing such a thing. In any case she was clearly issuing a challenge as the others had and seemed to be much more on par with himself. Who was he to turn down the mystery woman's offer?

”Adorable am I? Well in all fairness I guess I am, hmm? Just remember that looks aren't everything,” He said with an out-of-place sweet air, giving her a fairly obvious once-over, “Clearly.” His ringing laugh as his lances raised into the air in a much more aggressive posture almost could have been pleasant if it weren't so tinged with madness. His arm had just started to extend and drive them towards his new target when he was abruptly submerged.

The spiritual energy that suddenly surrounded him was like being thrown in a lake of refreshing water; surrounding him with astounding pressure even as it softly whispered along the edges of his senses with an unnatural gentleness. In that moment it was like a blood red veil had been ripped from in front of his vision as overwhelming clarity hit him in waves. He'd done a bad thing. Bad things. People had gotten hurt because of him, some worse he realized as a perfectly preserved picture of a Demon's lifeless doll-like body crucified by six interlocked lances flashed in front of his vision. Closing his eyes as if to hide from the images, he almost felt like whimpering from the shame of what his and Hacchakeru's joint loss of control had cost others.

Hacchakeru. Reaching out within himself to contact his other, he was immediately taken aback by the unusual distance the spirit had put between the two of them in that moment. The spirit within him seemed to be radiating a shellshocked emotion but any further contact between the two of them was stifled whether on purpose or not. Straining his mental reach, he felt himself actively rebuffed. Contact was obviously not something that Hacchakeru wanted in that moment and he found himself with very little choice but to honor the spirits wishes.

Opening his eyes once more he came face to face with the source of the overwhelming energy. Silvery hair, six wings like his best friend, and eyes as red as his own. She looked young without a doubt but her aura spoke of aeons of age and wisdom. Looking at her he could see that her spiritual energy pulsed with the heartbeat of the very space around them as if this place was as much a part of her as she was a part of it in return. She held some kind of deep-seated connection to this world, as if she had been formed from it's heart or something of that nature.

Even as he wrestled with his rush of clarity regarding what he'd wrought, her aura continued to wrap him in a feeling of comfort as if somehow it'd all be okay. It was when he worked up the courage to raise his own eyes to hers that the soft whispers whipped themselves up into an indescribable chorus. Images, facts, knowledge, and emotions of gentle reassurance began to spin in his mind until he was alone in the center of himself with it all swirling around himself in a vortex. In the physical world he felt himself collapse to his knees, tears slowly rolling down his face as his lances fell to the earth and impaled the ground around him in a haphazard arrangement before dissolving into trails of reiatsu. Concepts of which he was only vaguely aware began to unfold their secrets in front of his mind; Demon Magic, Atma Vatou. Other things that he'd never conceived or heard of began to take shape within his mind as well; Danava, avatars of their domain, an existence peculiar to the very laws of the universe themselves. Danava. Hacchakeru was what was known as a Danava. Now he himself, touched so deeply by the other's influence had surely been reborn as one too. (Though he couldn't have possibly known that it had occurred as soon as his soul had been ripped back into the human world by what some would call the most insidious of Demon magics.) Danava. He was a Danava. It was, simply, the truth of his existence.

With that revelation, the swirling mass of influence within his mindscape had gone the next time he blinked and he was left staring around at a rather ancient looking library that looked as if it had been carved out of a living tree. Bookshelves stood as far as the eye could see, framed by still living branches and at the center of the entire construction was a globe-like object as big around as he was tall pulsing with an enigmatic energy. The surreal edge to the whole experience had vanished and suddenly this place seemed very, very real to him.

”Ah, bravo! I was wondering how long I was going to have to sit alone in this library without a single visitor. Not that I minded my solitude in the strictest sense, but it's rather painful in quite unspeakable ways to have your existence denied, do you follow me?”

Haeru turned to face the speaker who had been talking while sitting on a nearby bookshelf before dropping casually to the ground to approach him with a languid, appraising pace. This new speaker was clearly not someone he'd met before. Foxlike features and purple eyes greeted him, with two fuzzy ears atop a mane of shaggy white hair. Humanoid in appearance otherwise with a white and blue wizard-robe like cowl that left necklaces in arcane patterns draped over his bare chest., the mans(?) white pants extended into a flare with gold embroidery. He wore a pair of fingerless black gloves made of thin fabric secured to his wrists with thick ropes of gold hued thread and a line of tattoos in the form of more arcane symbols could be seen snaking up from the wrist of his right arm to his mid elbow. A strange sight to put it mildly. Beyond that, what the heck had he been talking about? Solitude? Existence denied?

With an unimpressed look the animal-eared stranger gave him a small frown. ”Eh, I can see you're still confused even after you received the rather generous gift of your awakening Haeru. Let me put it simply: you're a Danava. You know this now. In fact I know you know this now. I know a great many things actually, but I guess we can start with the fact that we're going to be seeing more of each other. You see, many Danavas have a sort of, how shall we put it... guardian spirit who functions as an embodiment of their origin in much of the same ways they themselves do; your origin of course being the force or concept that you represent, are you still with me here?

Haeru couldn't muster much of a response, opting instead to simply stare at the odd white-haired man while he turned over everything that was happening in his mind. So yes, Hacchakeru and himself were creatures known as a Danava. He knew that now but it was more like the knowledge had been surgically inserted into his brain than him having actually come to the conclusion on his own. Just because he had the knowledge now didn't mean that he knew what to do with it. Part of him wasn't sure if he understood himself more than before or less. An answer to one question just created two more and he wasn't any closer to having the kind of closure he'd been looking for in regards to his existence than before.

The fox-eared man quietly after a few seconds of watching the gears in Haeru's head clearly turning a-hundred miles per hour. ”I can see that you're not any closer to understanding your nature than before. Tell you what, take this.”, he said, mumbling before materializing a rather arcane looking leatherbound grimoire and holding it out until Haeru accepted it, ”The name's Genri. The next time you talk to me I expect you to know the name of that tome as well. Now as much as I've been enjoying our first meeting you of all people should know that it's rude to hold side conversations while you have guests you're supposed to be entertaining. We'll speak again soon and don't forget what I told you about that book.”

With those last words the library around Haeru began to waver like someone had thrown a stone in a pond and a blink later he was back in the demon world with two very distinct ladies. Feeling weight he looked down to see a familiar grimoire clutched between his arms. Startled, he flipped through it experimentally and was immediately overwhelmed by the amount of knowledge it contained. It seemed to be a compendium of Demon knowledge, naming famous figures, regions and more. More than anything though it was full of Demon magic, spell after spell after spell being detailed in its pages. In a word it was amazing to the naive Haeru who didn't immediately understand everything it held but knew he was going to by the time he was done. Feeling the spiritual power of the young-looking Demon girl wash over him again a particular sensation came with it: 'I'll show you what lies beyond the veil', it seemed to say, 'I can reveal so much to you if you're willing'. Even without words the silver-haired Demon's intentions were clear in his mind. Why someone of her power would be willing to waste her time was beyond him but after such an irrational day he wasn't going to throw away the chance to understand himself he'd been looking for his entire life. Picking himself off the ground, he slowly approached the diety-like figure and looked her pointedly in the eyes, his own glittering with a desperate determination, before dropping to one knee in a bow.

”I know I must be worthless to you and I don't know what you stand to gain to all this, but I beg you, teach me. Show me what I am and why I exist; you know the answer don't you? So please... I don't have anything to offer you but I'll do whatever you ask!”
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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}   The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost} EmptyMon Jul 06, 2015 5:36 pm

It appeared to the woman that she was about to be attacked and possibly impaled on several spears by this young demon boy, but she didn't seem worried at all. Worry was the last thing on her face. In fact, the only thing she seemed to express was pure and utter amusement. Surely this kid didn't think he was on par with her capabilities? She had way more knowledge about fighting than he did, that was for sure. Even if he did have a slightly larger amount of raw power than she did, he wouldn't last a second, Ophelia mused to herself. Yet as soon as the rushing exhilaration of fast paced heart beats and the promise of a possibly worthwhile fight came, it was instantaneously washed away by some calming energies. Whatever she was feeling before was near instantaneously filled with a calm bliss that filled Ophelia's chest and mind to the brim.

And it disappointed the ever living hell out of her.

"Ugh." she mumbled, ignoring the offers of enlightenment and peace from Neoveta. Leaving her mind prone for Neoveta to probe, she didn't really care that the young demon would probably search her mind for memories or any emotions she may be feeling. It wasn't like the demon girl, regardless of how much knowledge or brain power she had, could even remotely start to piece together the 500+ years of Ophelia endlessly repeating her life like a decades long groundhog day. Even Ophelia herself couldn't piece together all the memories of one timeline, and she was the one who had to go through it all. Nonetheless she simply tread towards the demon at a leisurely pace, looking obviously annoyed, and held her face in her hands as if exasperated.

"Don't offer me your shitty enlightenment. I know what happens when you do, and it's not fun in any way shape or form." groaned the redhead at the girl. "I died last time thanks to something I misinterpreted from you and no, it wasn't my fault, because it just happened for quite literally no reason. I went through it twice and I've concluded, after multiple experiments and analyzations, that yes, it was indeed for no reason other than pure contempt and murderous wishes."

Ophelia understood that she made no sense but the hopes that the part where she said Neoveta needed to stop at least got through. It wasn't directly the girl's fault, but Ophelia did blame her for a certain thing she had said that Ophelia interpreted several ways in her past timelines. They all ended poorly, as well. It seemed even this little demon who radiated pure knowledge and wisdom didn't know everything. To a degree, it was mildly disappointing.

"Just do what you're gonna do and get it over with..." Ophelia mumbled, dragging her hands down her face to let them fall limp at her sides. Her eyes were closed as she let out a long, stressed sigh. This demon boy was at the back of her mind, but as soon as he started talking to Neoveta, Ophelia couldn't help but scoff. "I guess I'll wait my turn. It's not like I'm trying to end this 20 year long groundhog's day I've been going through for centuries or anything." the passive aggressive woman groaned in defeat. Turning around and folding her arms, Ophelia just pinched the bridge to her nose and tried her best to calm down. Her obvious anger was justifiable, she thought, though if she wanted to get anywhere she would need to tone it down a notch. She knew that much for sure, yet clearly didn't care. If tired wasn't an understatement of how she felt towards her predicament, she was sure she'd feel it.
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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost}   The Other Side {Sumdumguy, Frost} EmptyMon Jul 20, 2015 1:25 am

[PLAY 'THE TRACK IN THE YOUTUBE BAR WHILE READING THIS POST]



Artist: Mogeko Castle OST - Song: MaouDamashii - Word Count: 2020

The allure and pull of The Maga's energy appeared to have an enticing effect on the psyche of The Danava Ziamichi before her. Even from her vantage point, the likes of this Demonic Princess could feel the waves of relaxation, refreshment and renewal taking place within the male's troubled soul. In light of this scene playing out, the child-like demon would only give a small smile because she seemed somewhat pleased that the male was calming down from his enraged state. With his mind cleared, body cleansed and spirit rebirthed; there was no doubt in her mind that he'd be restored back to his prime state of being and another soul would be saved from the madness of this world that so plagues its inhabitants.

But, alas, there were others to tend to. For, in the wake of this feral outrage, quite a number of innocents were harmed in the process. However, this would not be much of a problem for the divine-esque child. As her mystic energy began to flourish the area like a calm summer rain, new life and new health downpoured upon the numerous citizens who were injured or put on the brink of death in the berserk outburst of Haeru Hattori . Those whom suffered broken bones found themselves being repaired and regenerated back to optimal health, while those who were on the brink of death quickly discovered their conscious returning and bodies mending anew.

Indeed, as this scarlet aura engulfed the loads, the crimson mist of The Maga allowed for these people to once again have a second chance at life. And, for those whom heeded her call, an opportunity to align themselves with the religion of Khalaism. Sure, not everyone was in total agreement with assorting themselves to this system of beliefs, but quite a sizable majority found themselves captivated by her display and amazed by the marvelous spectacle that was her otherworldly power. So, through simultaneous telepathic broadcast, thousands upon thousands of new born Khalaist were formed thanks to the incident in which Haeru Hattori produced.

In this way, his suffering could produce a new gain for the world around him -- and he'd know of it. For, as this information spread far and way, the results of his actions were reflected into his mind and transferred by the likes of Neoveta. For, while he was lost, the child assured he, and many others, were found. So, as their eyes locked together, the understanding and bond between them would be all but clear; as if it simply were apart of the universe itself.

Thus, to this end, is the reason why Neoveta dared not impede further into the depths of his soul's evolution. For, as he fell on the ground before her in tears, The Maga could indeed sense a profound shift occurring in his body, mind and spirit and wished for him to make the ultimate decision to align himself with their cause, people and community. Since, above all else, Khalaist did not desire to force anyone into their religion and it was up to him to make that profound leap given the information which was shared with The Ziamichi Boy.

Ergo, while Haeru Hattori underwent his enlightenment, the blood eyes of the Royal Asthavon shifted towards the doubting sight of Ophelia's aura. There was a sense of bloodlust generating within the woman's body that was apparent enough from her earlier body language. Cackling laughter, taunting dialogue, heightening energy; all tell-tell signs she wanted a fight and a good one at that. So, it wasn't unsurprisingly that the visitor to Demon World was more than a little peeved at having that taken away from her. In spite of that, though, she'd look past her crude comments and focus more on retracting the offer as this spirit seemed all but too bothered to deal with her. Since, as apart of Khalaism, it was in their nature not to prod or disturb those who honestly wanted nothing to do with them.

"I apologize if I've unnerved you in anyway, Ophelia."

Although her lips did not mouth, the voice of The Princess echoed throughout the space around them through telepathic projection. And, in its tone, one could sense a true neutral stance as her voice seemed quite mechanical yet oh-so-serene. Nonetheless, as the human started ranting further, a more curious expression eased over the royal demoness. She started raving about undergoing this scene numerous times before; and that triggered an obvious enough answer to her strange behavior: time travel.

This world that they lived in was filled to the brim with miracles, nightmares and otherworldly powers and phenomena. For these reasons is why it wouldn't be the most improbable stretch of the mind to believe that she was indeed a time traveler from the get-go. So, according to these thoughts, the pale haired child levitated over to Ophelia and caressed her right cheek. She wanted to feel her flesh, become intimate and express her regret for what occurred throughout her other times up-close and personal as her eyes turned more somber and disheartened.

"And it is discouraging to hear what has happened to you in these numerous timelines. You have my deepest regret for what has taken place in them, but understand that our universe is different from them and I hope you find solace in that."

The voice of Neoveta seemed glum and depressed, but her feelings were genuine and true. So there was nothing but emotion that could be felt behind her words despite her stoic face. Hence, when finished, she'd retract her hand away from the face of Ophelia. Following that, she'd soon turn her head towards the slowly awakening Haeru before letting out a soft sigh.

"There is nothing to get over, Ophelia. You are free to join us, or leave us. The choice is in your hands and the path of your fate is based upon your own will in this timeline. You only have to seek it and stay strong."

The Demoness truly hoped that the furious and passive-aggressive human would take her advice on this. This life that they lived and the limited time they were allotted was far too precious to waste in anger, grief and contempt. She needed to let go of those past tortures and focus on making the grief and anguish from them used to better her future in this time. These words were quite easy to say, but she had the potential to work towards living up to them. So, with that last sentiment flourished out, Neoveta would then send this solemn reflection into Ophelia's mind via her emotional telepathic capacities. Since she had opened her mind up to The Demoness, she could at least try and share her view point to see if it was any use to the human.

But, alas, she would not spend her entire time on Ophelia. The more pressing concern seemed to be the awakening of Haeru as it appeared that his spiritual metamorphosis had completed itself. There was a sense from Neoveta that the male was renewed, whole and evolved from the person who was ready to butcher, slaughter and destroy none too long ago. And, if her powers could help guide another soul towards self-fulfillment -- then this incursion into Demon World would have been well worth her effort. For, at the end of the day, all Neoveta desired to do was help those around her and bring them towards finding a place they could call their own. Whether it be within themselves, or apart of the community that is Khalaism; this religion seemed to be the catalyst for bringing out that charitable and compassionate spirit.

Thus, as he seemed to have wavering self-inner doubts of why a demon of her caliber would help a person like him, The Royal Demoness would then convey these internal sentiments to him and share the fact that he was not beneath her. Every spirit who was willing to listen and accept her help were souls that were worth saving in her eyes. It did not matter if they were the weakest demon to ever exist, or the strongest entity to ever live; everyone was welcomed with open arms into her home, powers and resources so long as they were, in turn, open to her and yearning to become apart the community Khalaism brought.

Ergo, as he bowed before her, she'd return the favor by giving curtsey to Haeru and listening with intense interest to the male's words. With a shake of the head, The Demonic Princess once again disagreed with his sense of worthlessness and communicated that all spirits were valued equally in this life. Which is why she would ultimately accept his pleas and unveil to him the purpose of it all. To save him from this world of purposelessness, ignorance and torment is what her heart desired to do. So, there was no need to offer The Maga anything for he had already given her everything she needed in being open to this experience.

With a touch of her hand, Neoveta grabbed on to the right palm of Haeru and nodded her head towards him as she gave off a serene smile. In this moment of physical intimacy, she'd convey with her that their deal was sealed and all he needed to do now was accept the seal of Khalaism into his mind and heart. Hence is why out of a ray of alabaster light would an odd symbol begin to take shape across The Ziamichi's top right hand. In a matter of seconds, an open eye with nine tendrils sticking out of it emerged in tribal ink. Following that, the blackness of its hue changed into a crimson color and a strong pulsation of power, unity and wholeness may very well surge within Haeru at this point in time.

What was taking place was a traditional ceremony for those who desire to join the religion of Khalaism. He was being marked by the blood of Neoveta herself and this would unlock even further growth, strength, evolution and knowledge to the boy's mind, body and spirit. However, in order for this to occur, he'd have to pull the trigger and mend himself to the following of this system of beliefs. Which is why, during this transference of power, would Neoveta infest all of Khalaism's teaching in one go to him so that they would be as clear as the clouds in the skies above them:

[Click here for the link to Khalaism: Go Here]

So, this would then leave the final choice in the hands of Haeru. Would he choose to partake in this fruit of knowledge, or would he reject it and go his own way? Neoveta would not tell him which was right or wrong, but only to follow his heart and do that which felt the best for his life's destiny. For, this would be a major decision to consider and she could not force herself upon him.

And thus, for these reasons is why she would then focus on the newborn Khalaist around them. As she levitated higher up from her position, The Demonic Princess would close her eyes, let out a sigh and begin transporting all those new brothers and sisters to the promise land of Ākāśa Mandira: Khalaism Temple Of Neoveta.



This was her own special temple made open to all those of Khalaism who desired a home to call theirs, a place to find enlightenment and a means to escape the taint of this world around them.

Therefore, many streaks of light could be seen dashing into the heavens around them as more people made the ascension into this fabled holy place. It brought a smile to Neoveta's face to once again see her powers having so much influence on the world around her. However, The only question remaining now is: would Haeru also take this offer and come home with Neoveta? Only mother time and Haeru's innermost desires knew the answer to that question.




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