Artist: N/A - Song: OSt The Last Witch Hunter - Word Count: 3500 -
That darkness, the ever reaching chains that drag one to their level and make it lay there questioning the fate they would come to behold. These chains never seemed to let go, shackled and forever tormented by the light ahead of them, the only choice was to gnaw at your own leg to keep going or to wait for those chains to decay and Wolf was not waiting. He heard the sound of the masses scrambling, he could sense powers that be running and hiding trying to find comfort from the tides screams and roars filled the gotei, regardless of the decisions made it was within the hands of those bellow that would matter most. Wolf looked out over sokyoku hill staring to the blank sunset as it dissipated under his darkness, all glimpses of light shattered from the world. All until the ripples of change came crashing forth.
The falling black bird of death crushed into the ground, even with all these emerging sources of power, not a single one even attempted to stop its fall ... cowards. The blast rocked the entire first and second division people where encompassed in the ensuing blast their bodies torn apart as they cried out, the guilty under the reign of a hopeless fool romanticizing the ideal of some form of truce. Their bodies turned black skin tearing away ground leveling until nothing was left, the first division was to be buried within the blast all pieces of being torn away as fissures erupted out allowing the entirety of it to fall within destroyed and crumbling, the traitors under the grasp all souls wolf wished to save now souls he must take. It brought him no joy as he knelt down mumbling something as he tore some grass from the dirt holding it within his grasp as the saddened look crossed his face, brothers and sister dying for a man who cared so little for their souls that he dare not even fight ... instead he sit behind wolf with some pathetic greeting like he was a mere child walking through irikos garden, he was blind ... and he would die for this.
Wolfs hand unlatched the gust taking the grass with it drifting away as voices echoed in his mind. His eyes tuned to Iriko as he knelt their his hands coming together in front of him, the indifference to this man within his eyes were clear, he was perceived as a child playing with lives like toys and now he had brought this upon them the scowl that lingered dare not escape him no matter how much this man tried to proclaim himself as a good being Wolf cared little for his undignified flailing, he wailed and cried out like some child trying to fix a problem by shouting at it. Wolf rose up the dome covered in black contorting the world around them as the rain from above began to fall, black drops like blood that burned at flesh, the indicator of how dull a mood this poor poet seemed to bring. Wolf fingers snapped as he stood, the bones breaking in multiple places in each deforming them beyond belief as he looked at iriko, the words trailing forth were mere rabble of discontent and all it allowed was the mans capacity for empathy to grow ... empathy for those this mans actions had gotten killed. How he wished iriko could feel what those bodies bellow felt in their last moment, burning away as their skin rotted from them praying that someone would help them and then succumbing to the loneliness. His fingers continued snapping before cracking back into place, the sheer will behind breaking his own fingers was a trying task, and it allowed his anger for this man to flow to encompass him as each crack interrupted his worthless words, like a game being played to show Iriko that no-one was remotely concerned with his ideals, dogs barking would be construed more clearly.
Wolfs eyes shifted to the shell that once was claimed by Azure Iramasaha, a being warped and jaded... he was no longer the thing that had agreed to this allegiance, a mere empty conscious willing to do things that the being he was would not, he was broken maybe even more so than wolf...perhaps that's why he like him so much, after all he was nothing but the amalgamation of darkness that azure perceived he was the mind coaxing the body to become something ... different, and how could Wolf not relate to that. For a time wolf to sat with those worms crawling beneath the skin never coming free despite how much you dug, clawing at your ears wanting the voices to stop, and as your body breaks against you you fall into the utter depth of destruction ... this was this thing he held as a brother was, a man he called his kin, but in truth was probably seen as nothing but a tool, an extension of his essence .. a hatchet that brought death with each swing.
The crimson pupils shifted from being to being watching every movement every shake and twitch these men made, the ringing in his ears was present but not a single word slipped by him, even with each crack he made breaking apart the sound of voices. This was nothing unexpected, a traitor walking forth trying to spare the lives he condemned ... he was laying down like a mutt rather than standing and facing the true fate he deserved, even in his final moments of wanting he was nothing more than a weak individual. and the only thing that dar let his scowl twist into something of pure rage was not this being who deserved nothing but his death but another. His face twitch as he stood there shaking anger and a smile battling across his face as he stared down muttering under his breath his fists clenching and releasing repeditly as his knucles went a shade of white... she was here.
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The voice echoed through these walls calling like a taunt, labeling herself a godess and divinity incarnate she who proclaimed herself god yet touched the ideal of something so stupid as want, beings like them need nothing yet she took and took ... she wasn't the victim of blasphemy she was blasphemy incarnate. Wolds body twitched turning to walk outwards towards the cliff side looking to those bellow as his lips trembled his left arm spasming uncontrollably as it lay straight and unbending at his side, he grabbed the upper arm shaking as he gripped letting out a resounding animalistic grunt of anger and death like some sort of caged lion finally chewing through its captors corpse, the world around him shaking from his pure spiritual presence, death matter clutching through the dirt and shaking the seriete itself as he felt those they swore to protect, who stood for something and refused to yield even against a thing like this ... she was no goddess she was a coward afraid of what these people were. his voice trailed out over them fading to nothing in the blackness ... and then he became still, his face twisting once more from the gripping anger to the scowl and disdain he felt, his cold aura was dark and dense, being near him was like standing in acid, the skin peeling away beneath your skin every bit of corruption ripping you apart, the once quaking body of wolf was disturbingly still unmoved swaying only slightly with the wind itself , each foot step drawing him back. His head remain down that black hair hanging there as he hear her.
The words almost seemed to fall at his feet, dropping like some pathetic joke that he could discern no punchline from. This girl was professing such a meaningless thoughts and wolfs eyes showed no sign of worry in fact at her mockery of a speech he could only force out a disappointed smile chuckling at the sorry excuse for a godling. They all seemed to speak breaking confines of silence to give their words, even the shell forced through his happy statement something that earned a bit of a happily surprised look from wolf opening his hands with a bit of a shrug and intrigue. His voice came out much more defined than before, cracked like a mirror and enunciating each word with a delicate taste of callousness, he did not stutter and he would not fall short of words, he was precise and cold in every small syllable ... even with that smile on his face."Interesting ... His death is not just about fun. its about sending the message. if you're scared of her and wish not to defy her that's your prerogative. But whimpering bout stupid shit like saving time? don't lie... you wanna bury her and him more than even i, efficiency is pointless if you don't do it right the first time.... correct? "
The Words were not meant as a mark it was the truth, this deity that proclaimed herself worthy stood within the grounds of something far more dangerous than monsters .... these were the roads where true embodiment of darkness lay their heads. The man she so whimsically proclaimed her beloved was the butchered lamb awaiting the teeth of a messiah to sink within it, she looked to take that bite but the truth was Wolf didn't give her permission ... there were only 2 beings here one may consider on the path of gods ... and neither was Khala. His head tilted as he stare into the eyes of Iriko a silence gripping them as like a bird staring at a worm his head shifted examining this flesh that bore before him , an existence that didn't belong must be controlled, quelled and the broken where those whose souls where lost and waiting divination or judgment ... to give those souls nirvana was like giving the crippled cancer .... she was breaking them even more ... this was the god that people worshiped? this was the being that even the strong where wary of? with a turn of his head slightly towards her the man would rise back a bit collecting saliva within his mouth before spitting at her feet all before turning back to Iriko to address the man not giving a cent of notice to the girl. "I wont tell your whore, I shall show her. I will string you up where all may see. I will cut your liars tongue from that mouth you hold so dear poet, and then i will take that heart that beats for her as her's does for you, and i will crush it. All this before i carve traitor into your spineless back, and you will know .... this pound of flesh she owes will be taken from you... this is the fate i condemn you to."
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These words were the last ever meant for Iriko wolf would utter, it was not a taunt or a provocation for the girl and her pet, it was a promise, a promise he intended to keep. his hands opened wide as he swiveled his gaze staring to the girl almost extending out a discordant sort of greeting, like she had finally through this shifting silence earned his attention but still somehow it was wrong like she was some sort of wanderer tapping o his door ... why would he answer? she was not a figure he cared for and no amount of insight into the mind of this man could explain just why he'd even acknowledged her ... the truth was he didn't care in the slightest for her she was playing in fields she shouldn't even dare walk as though they were hers. This place had been broken by what she was tormented by the ideals and fascist reforms, she was claiming something she had no claim to ... and he would make her see that
His eyes sparked, a genuine envoy of the encasing black that sat within him, he was death and each tapping footstep ringing in his ears the embodiment of death was this man, he defined what death was and the darkness that ran through his veins and conformed what he was was simply the touch of a true god ... and he too toke the place of the essence, he was death ... as death was eternal. Death was not the benefactor to life like Deveta or the presence that once established itself as control like truth ... he was the officiator of darkness the solemn idol of the end ... these gods stood trying each to over take one another giving their form to beings like this and it took everything from the darkness, it enslaved the idea of disruption and change ... they took what was his by right and he pushed back by giving his own little creation of sin.... Wolf was not like Khala ... he was more, he was death.
The presence around her forced by this presence shield was something intended to stop him? he was no mere child playing at the gates of beasts waiting for them to one day bite his hand off .. he walked into that cage and killed the beast before its fangs ever bared at him. His steps set right through her barrier ripping apart his skin and tearing his body from him. His face torn away the bones exposed as black faded from it rippling in the air, his flesh disintegrated crushed away as bones snapped ... but he never stopped walking, his body was vanishing into the blackness as merely bones and this essence off death were in front of her his skin torn away completely ruptures in all his bone contorting it beyond belief and ripping away from him and as his chest opened everything gone but the contents inside it would be clear ... that black still heart sat there ... he was different to them all.
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With a burst of pure scaling energy the Godlings essence that was being externalized as this barrier would be ripped apart the molecules of every bit of spiritual essence seeping off her morphing corrupting and changing to his infecting to darkness and becoming a part of wolf ... and then it would happen from this beast of black and bone, twisted beyond recognition of even a human skeleton the fading black imploded inwards ripping around his body twirling cracking the bones to place forming layers of flesh pigment changing and adapting and completely remaking the man as though nothing had even happened ... and from here stood in front of her, the death matter still rippling as it seemed to materialize upon his forehead forming at two points, as horns of black abyssal matter contorted to his head and leaning inwards wings tore from his back like a mighty eagle about to take flight, expanding outwards as they cast a shadow over these beings that were so flawed. His voice came forth not like before cold but .. different, he was more demonic more encompassed by low growl each word gave, the tone cutting the light this girl tried to shed to pieces showing her she was nothing. "I am the omega to your alpha, i am the end... the stain of death. threaten me with meeting death, yet i am the only one who knows what he truly is ... I am his heart, the embodiment of death and the guide of his will ... that soul belongs to me."
With another step the darkness burst to life around him, four points all swirling together to create what seemed to be dogs ... but their fangs protruding like monsters black as the encompassing void of all, they were morphed twisted and bigger than any mutts one might ever see, they bound towards their prey at speeds ridiculous to some breaking apart the wind with each step. They were lethal not just for those teeth but for the fact they were bombs of pure destruction, upon touching something the death matter within them would erupt outwards splitting apart any matter they encompassed tearing into its wounds and infecting it changing it to what it was and if it couldn't achieve this? it would tear at it injecting corruption to it util it decayed under the weight of it. And these mutts headed for Khala, if she ran they would merely turn and run towards the coward that soiled this place with death erupting regardless of if they hit their mark or not making anything within thirty meters at the mercy of its destruction.
Wolf himself however was not done, he mummer something simple under his breath, the words lost within the noise .... but what came next would never be lost or forgotten. his mouth opened a green smog emerging from it miasma that began spreading began infecting all around it. Disease was this mists nature and it would take all who adamantly stayed to fight, it spread to a fifty meter margin at a slowly progressing rate the radius around them becoming encased in this rich gaseous smog that now merged with the very oxygen of the air , the effects within it where simple ... disease tears everything apart. It would tear apart at ones inner systems the toxins infecting through both respiratory and skin contact and effect would come fast and true. Wolf did not stop there though expanding out his closed hand the death matter would form ripping forth to take the shape of a simple black blade, his sword of behemoths , and in his other hand an orb that held destabilized death matter cackling out like energy as it grew .... and then he would bring them together.
The burst of pressure would flow outwards like an unstoppable force presuring back all around him, even tearing apart the ground at his heels ripping it apart as he unleashed it. But instead of just a bomb of immeasurable preparations it formed something new, the unstable matter clinged to the sword lashing off it like a spark from a socket, this blade was not anything he had ever made before ... its power was controlled and unbending. Upon touching anything it'd not only cut, but also create a mass implosion drawing in the matter around it like a magnet to expand its force then destabilize it and send it ripping outwards with the force of something equivalent to a very very minor scale supernova, destroying and deconstructing matter ... and infecting it and using what it can in its short time as fuel. If he were to hit something sure it'd only be a small implosion of twenty meters at most but within that space its rip everything it touched apart ... it was the end and the beginning.
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[youtube]iBfk37Fa3H0?version=2&loop=1&color1=0x191110;&color2=0x191110;[/flash]"You know i envy them, they have .... heart? ... I feel your heart beat too ... its fast, erratic.... whats that like? whats is like to have fear, loneliness ... love. what does it feel like to know it shall stop one day and that flutter will cease.Do you rebuke what i am child? Are you... afraid? of what i am?... Because you should be."
His voice drifted forth as the mans feet pressured into the ground launching him like a jet at the being of Iriko his sword twisting as both hands attached it, swinging in an arc at the man his speed maybe beyond what Iriko could react to, and the basic factor being if he even tried to block this he'd be torn apart beyond comprehension and in-sighting its eruption. and the truth was Wolf didn't think he would move anyway .. he was broken he awaited death and he deserved it. Within wolfs head he knew doing this sort of thing was to taxing to create again his power was fading fast and his expenditure was huge, taxing to his body to the point he could feel his hands shaking slightly as the death matter became weaker and more spread harder to control even .. but he needed it to maintain, and hell if this girl wanted to protect her precious thing so much she may just save him wasting this or even better ... taking it in his place.
And as he reached his point of impact it wouldn't matter anyway for with a glint in his eye the matter that encased his bones forming his skin sparked taking the properties of literal electricity ... and that my friends was enough to ignite this rain sending a burn of energy ripping outwards taking over the entire top of the sokyoku hill erupting with tons of pressure within the explosion .... you don't play with monsters who light matches whilst your covered in gasoline ... hopefully they learnt that lesson now.