She was being held. A blade buried deep within her. Inami’s eyes ranged across the lands beyond her as the madness seemed to ebb. The seal of eris which had become as much a part of her as anything else had been affected by the energy of order that pulsated within her veins. Moments before she had felt she was on the cusp of victory, and yet here she was, at this moment. With the hellbeasts arms coiled firmly around her waist. In the sky they seemed to be suspended there, in an almost romantic weapon if it wasn’t for the hellbeasts weapon being buried firmly inside of the demons body, it’s energy disrupting and enacting itself to diminish the potency of the chaos that mired inami’s mind. It was a sensation that was jarring. Worse then that though, was without the affects of the seal as predominantly altering her sense of psyche she was hit with the full brunt of the chaos that she had been causing, the hell, the pain, the anguish that she had caused.
How devastating was it to feel what you were doing was right, only to find you were the monster causing the chaos all along? Inami was besotted with her emotions, and it provided the perfect opportunity for the Jade dragons attack to hit home. The attack tore clear through her, and the took with it the majority of the lower half of her body the pain that inami felt from it was incomprehensible. enough that it’d make a normal person most likely die from shock. However for inami though, it seemed to be the push needed for Nizhuan’s energy to break the balance within inami’s body. It may be more symbolic for most, but inami’s body began to shift. Right before their eyes, the white hair that once adorned her head was shifting to a hazelnut brown.
The emerald of her lineage faded to an amber brown as she stared at the destruction she had wrought. Blood still moving from her mouth as she gave out several heavy coughs, allowing massive amounts of blood to splatter across nizhuans back as the girl pulled her sword free from where the lower half of the queen of chaya’s body should have been. The blood that came from her mouth was pitch black, and blackened smock rose from it bit by bit as the queen of brutes watched slowly as the jade dragon faded into the abyss. It was a complicated thing, the fact that the worst wound she had probably ever been dealt, was from a being that for all intents, and purposes could be considered an ant in her eyes. However, that was what made it so impressive.
Yet, what filled her mind was not pleasure at this mans actions, but rather realization of her own. All she had wanted was to protect the demon realm, she wished to set it right, she wished to bring the chaos that her sister was causing to and end, and yet she was a bigger monster than even her sister wasn’t she? She had caused all this chaos, all this trouble and destroyed so much. How long had it been since this dream had turned from a dream into a nighmare for those around her? How long had she gone down this misguided path, had forsaken her ideals, had forsaken her principles, had abandoned herself and allowed the hurt, and the pain to simply fade away into negligence? How long had she been asleep?
Asleep yes, merely going through the motions, allowing something to suppress the reality she needed to face with falsehood and delusion? She was no better than Mana, she was no better than the other tyrants that had taken this world and put it out of order. She had allowed her pain to cloud her judgement, and she had taken the easy way out all those years ago. Inverse neoveta had been that way to hide, to cease facing reality, to cease moving forward and instead be lost in the drunked stupor of her own needs, and ideals. These past few years she had merely been lying to herself hadn’t she?
It was a sobering thought, knowing everything she had done for the past few years had been done wrong. That she had forsaken the ideals that led her to bridge a connection with shinigamis, that led her to build a city for hybrids, what had led her to bring order to the nation of brutes. She had forsaken her dignity, she had lost her honor. She had thrown out integrity, left her own ideals on the curb. She had ceased to be the thing she had wished to be, she had lost the dream that she had and let it become twisted, and warped.
She had been used, and like a fool she had let her own desire to be negligent overwhelm her need to be here, present, and doing the right thing. But now, she was awake, and this reality that she had created for herself was her own. She had dug this hole, she had done all this. No one else was to blame for the horrible things she had done, massacre, destruction of her own kind. She had done all of this.
Nizhuan spoke about not getting in the way of royals, and given this was around the time pain was beginning to kick in-- admittedly even inami, who had one of the best regenerative abilities that she herself knew of, was struggling to truly hear most of the information that was being told to her. Pain did that to a person who was essentially just a top half at the moment. Inami truly felt muddle-headed as she vanished, obviously out of commission from her injuries into a demon portal. With the last vestiges of her mentality fading to black.
Inami has exited the thread .