Please allow me to introduce myself [Open/Training]

[Coal]

[0/10]

Enchantment Focus
Rank: "C" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over the use of Enchantment.
Special: ---
Drawback: May learn at a maximum of 6 times,
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their Jutsu against the opponent's save for the Enchantment Perceptions (Enchantment, Charm, and Compulsion). When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "C" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.

“Please allow me to introduce myself,” Belial said to a young man in the street, a priest it so happened, of the Venators, “I have a tale that may just inspire you in ways you never dreamed.” The man was bloodied and pinned to the wall by First Dawn, the blood leaking down his right bicep and dripping to the cobblestone of the abandoned alleyway in the middle of the night. The Y’la licked at the blood, although the Venator could probably only feel the cold shivers of something touching him, and Belial grinned a beautiful smile with bright white teeth. “Better yet, allow me to show you.” His hands danced before the man, shapes of the wild he had learned from man, forming the aether that permeated this world and swelled at the brim of its proverbial cup. From within his own now partially mortal body, he could feel the tug of the powers that be, chaos made law and brought to heel to his mind. The cloud fell over the man’s eyes, but his will was strong. Belial would have to be stronger.

[The training itself will flow as such. The story will progress as any story, slow at first and ramping up, Focusing the Enchantment of the story itself via its visual elements to better affect the mind.]

A father played with a boy who was a man, who knew nothing of the world other than the love of his father, who gazed upon his child with adoration and love. The father was a king and the son a prince, together they ruled a court high above the clouds and the stars, gazing down upon their creations with their kinsman, all children of the King. He was so benevolent that none thought to question him in his infinite wisdom, a man who had created the stars and the moons, even the very planets that danced eternally around the sun. His smile was gold and his eyes were truth, yet there was also a longing there that all of his children could see, the prince especially.

As the years passed, the prince tried everything he could possibly think of to bring his father, the king, out of this darkened mood that clouded his mind and stole his judgment. He began to ask question of his children, wondering if they ever thought of questioning him, of defying him. Of course, the all said they would never do such a thing, not for anything in all of eternity. There were other kingdoms, but those kings were not as benevolent and wise as he, so he could not confide in them. He did not think he could even confide in the prince, who was the wisest among his children, and instead took to his own counsel. As the years grew long, the appearances of the king grew short, despite pleads from his children to come back to them.

Suddenly the king summoned his might, a creator of life, and began a project that called for the help of his children. They gladly aided in the building of this, overjoyed that their father was speaking to them again, even if it were merely to give orders where before he gave love. They forged a new kingdom beneath the stars in the span of six days, thousands of them working in unison, until this new kingdom was perfect and beautiful. Upon it they planted a garden and housed one of their most prized possessions, a tree that grew apples that could grant life eternal and the death of innocence. Both King and children sat back to examine the beauty of it, resting on that seventh day, proud of the work they had all done with their own hands. Yet, the king was not satisfied with only what was before him, he wished for more, and it was clear that the clouds on his mind were darkening.

The prince looked up to his father and said “Is this not enough, Lord? There is green and sky, earth and sea, and all is good. Is this not enough for you to be happy again? What is wrong?” The king gazed down at the prince and a rage rolled across his face, if only briefly, before vanishing back to the depths from whence it came. Without a word, the king turned his back on the prince, striding from what he and they had created unsatisfied. The prince did not know what was going to happen next, yet he knew that this was a turning point in their kingdom, and that it could very well be crashing in this coming years. He would have to do anything he could to stop it, no matter the price, because it would be the only way to save his father from whatever it was that gripped his heart.

[End Training portion]

The clouds receded from the eyes of the Venator and he shook his head, glaring at Belial, and he wondered if this man would spit at him or not. Instead the Venator sucked his teeth for a moment before finally speaking. “What the hell is this story about?! Either kill me or let me go so that I may kill you.” Belial chuckled, then he twisted the blade in the man’s shoulder, causing immense pain to the Venator, dipping his fingers in the blood and licking it with the tip of his tongue. “Do not be in such a rush to end your life, boy. There is yet more story to be told, whether you wish to know it or not.” Belial patted the side of the Venator’s face, the sound echoing lightly through the deserted alleyway.

[// One]

+10; Learned.

[Coal]

[0/20]

Enchantment Focus
Rank: "C" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over the use of Enchantment.
Special: ---
Drawback: May learn at a maximum of 6 times,
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their Jutsu against the opponent's save for the Enchantment Perceptions (Enchantment, Charm, and Compulsion). When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "C" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.

“Impressive. You seem to be well grounded in the world,” Belial said, his beautiful smile hiding his ugly soul behind a cage of innocent ivory. The pre-dawn grey eyes scanned over the Venator, taking in everything the man was, and he gave an amused huff. Long coat to conceal his crossbow pistols, thick boots for walking or running, breeches and a tunic for a shirt. His blade lay forgotten several feet away, but this Venator could not go to it, even if he wanted to. Bloodied as he was, sitting against the warm brick wall of some business closed up for the night, he looked, well, like Hell. A light snow began to fall, since it was merely the beginning vestiges of Spring, and their breath made white puffs like dragon’s smoke in the air. “Allow me to continue my tale. No no. Don’t get up, this will only be a moment.” Belial grinned at his own joke as his hands danced and the magic began to spin once more.

[The as last time. If you’re new to my training style, I am using the story as training. It is a Genjutsu against a strong willed opponent. As my Enchantment Focus gets stronger, my story becomes more intricate and detailed. Training portion.]

”He is our most beloved king! He is your Father! And He is your Creator! Would you throw that all away just because you’re not Daddy’s favorite anymore, Belial?!” The heady smoke smell of burning oak wafted from the hearth in the common room of the castle keep’s east wing, home to Prince Belial and his six brothers. Across a table made of pine and round like a coin, a man shouted at Prince Belial, long black hair bouncing in his rage and onyx eyes upon Belial. “Michael, it is hardly so simple. You’ve seen him! He cares nothing for us any longer, just his little play things that crawl in the dirt, tossing us aside as if we were worthless refuse!” Belial slammed his hands on the table for punctuation, glaring at his brother Michael across the table, and they sat for several seconds staring daggers at each other.

Two younger looking men, perhaps just cresting their teens, cleared their throats in unison. Uriel, sand colored brown hair and light brown eyes, gazing upon them with wisdom beyond his youth. Sariel with his long white hair and silver eyes, piercing and cold, as one would expect of the Angel of Death, but they hid a warmth for life in their as well. The two exchanged looks before placing their gaze on Michael and Belial once more, watching them like younger siblings who love a good conflict. Belial pointedly turned in his seat toward Rafael, crossing his arms, and preparing his question. “What of you, Rafael? Or you, Gabriel? Even you, Jerahmeel? I know that you can see the difference,” Belial pleaded with his eyes, hoping they would listen, “You can see it in the way he treats us now, like objects instead of his children. Calls us nothing more than servants now!”

Dark skinned Rafael, black eyes fierce as they looked upon Belial, shook his head in disagreement. Belial knew that he, Michael, and Gabriel would be the most difficult to convince. They were devoted, no matter the truth of the situation, and Belial could not fault them for that. Jerahmeel, his red hair in a ponytail and his green eyes seeking, he knew that his youngest sibling would not follow him. The others, they would follow him, he could see it in their eyes, could see that they saw truth, and that their father was confused. Soon he would call upon the two to meet with him under the cover of night, so that they may discuss what they were going to do, and how they would save their father.

That night, after the arguing was concluded, Belial stood on the ground before the kingdom’s castle and looked down upon the world through the viewing well. The cool night breeze kissed his flesh, the pale moonlight bathing the area in a silver glow,but also extending the shadows. There a man and a woman played without a care, toying with the animals, naked as the day they were created. These two humans, both created from the dirt of the new kingdom of Earth, lived lives one would envy in the most precious garden to ever be made. Belial could feel the jealousy in his heart, like black ink on white canvas, staining his very soul and he let it. Perhaps this was the only way, he thought. “Adam and Lilith, you are nothing and we are the true children, yet our roles are reversed. You are the cause of the cloud in our father’s eyes and the reason he no longer feels the love for us that he once had. You—Hm? What was that?” His most trusted friend had come to watch as well, and yellow-eyed Azazel chuckled softly, shaking his own corn yellow mane. “It would seem not all is perfect in paradise, Belial.” A grin split Belial’s lips as he began to formulate a plan that would make his father see reason.

[End Training Portion]

Belial punched the Venator in the chest hard, waking him from the illusion, and smiling at the dazed look the Venator was beginning to take. It would seem that he was getting better at reaching the minds of these filthy creatures, but he would need to be more powerful in their ways, having been stripped of most of his divine powers when he was cast out. “Now now. I don’t want you to get too into it yet. I need to ease you in, so that the truths you see don’t snap your mind.” A lie, but it was believable enough. Belial tapped his chin, then reached to the Venator’s side and pulled off a skin filled with water, opening the cap and touching it to the man’s lips. The Venator drank gratefully, a large satisfied sigh after he was finished, and his breath quickened upon shaking off the last of the visions. “Just what are you,” the Venator asked between breaths. “Me? Well, let’s just say I’m from a kingdom far away. Who knows, you might even get the chance to go there.” The Y’la laughed, the sound of rocks grinding as they tumbled down a mountain side.

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[Coal]

[10/20]

Enchantment Focus
Rank: "C" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over the use of Enchantment.
Special: ---
Drawback: May learn at a maximum of 6 times,
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their Jutsu against the opponent's save for the Enchantment Perceptions (Enchantment, Charm, and Compulsion). When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "C" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.

The fall of the snow was thick now, cold to any who were weak enough to feel such a thing, and Belial watched the Venator’s blood steam as it pumped from his veins and made a river around his own blade. Clouds continued to roll in the sky, black vile things that blocked out the stars and the moon, and it was clear a true storm was coming soon. The very last storm of the season, said to always be the worst of them, as if Winter was throwing its all at Spring for a last victory. A charge when you knew all was bleak. Belial could relate to that. Nebiros stared at him curiously with his yellow eyes, pacing around his food source, and letting out a high pitched half grunt at the blonde fallen angel. Belial rose a hand to stay the creature’s protests. “Yes, where was I? Oh right…” The appropriate amount of handseals danced before the Venator and the man looked close to tears, yet he could not escape as the illusions took hold of his mind once again, plunging him back into some unknowable world.

[The same as last time. If you’re new to my training style, I am using the story as training. It is a Genjutsu against a strong willed opponent. As my Enchantment Focus gets stronger, my story becomes more intricate and detailed. Training portion.]

Crisp was the breeze in the bountiful heavens that day, cool grass between the toes of the angels, as the cherubs played ballads of beautiful music off in the distance; the arrival of one of his brothers no less. A sun unseen let rays of gold dance upon the fields of colored flowers, akin the Field of Elysium, of which the Greeks claimed to know of. Wine of the freshest grape touched his tongue, splashing over his tastebuds in a symphony of flavor, mostly sweet and only partially bitter as only the perfect wine could be. Belial dropped the skin of wine and watched the angels, his brothers and sisters, as they gathered to meet him in the pavilion before the house of their father. It was not long before the pavilion was full of all of the Angels in heaven, all come to hear the words of Belial, the High Minister and listen to the truths he spoke.

The fountain upon which he stood gurgled water from the depths, pure and crystal clear, with a taste akin to the sweetest nectars a bee could produce, and yet above that by so much more. His brothers and sisters gathered here to hear the word of the Lord, of their Creator and father, and he was there to produce that word. High Minister of the Angels, the perfect creation, Belial stood above them all as they gathered and their feet rustled the deep green grasses. Music struck their ears as Belial spoke, the melody of perfection escaping his lips, and his brothers and sisters listened to every beautiful note. He spoke of the good they had done, the blessings their father had bestowed upon them for the creation of the earth and everything in it, and of the love he had shown them. But he did not stop there.

“Yes, what we created was good! A direction given, a task complete, and our father was made proud. But it was not enough for Him! No, no, no. Not nearly enough for the Almighty, our father, who grows bored of us with each passing minute. He said unto me that I am nigh but a servant, not even worth of being his child, for his true children are below on the perfect earth that we created with our own sweat and love,” his right hand waved out as if he were displaying the Earth itself in the now, “and yet it isn’t good enough. We will not inherit his throne when he is gone, but will be left to serve these beasts of imperfections! They spit on our father’s love! SPIT ON IT! And we are to serve them as we do him. Love them as we do him. LOVE THEM?! They are beneath us and our father is wrong! WRONG! And we must show him!”

The fires were lit in the hearts of his brothers and sisters that day, though the fire took many forms in many breast, and there was a division of the angels. Their coven was now broken and it was Belial who had broken it, broken it with the utter truth, though they would damn him as a filthy liar soon enough. A howl broke out of the crowd as Michael took up his blade and rushed Belial, screaming how wrong he was, brandishing steel to prove his point. Soon all joined in, blade and spear clashing in the pavilion just before the house of their father. Blood from the Angels spilled in Heaven, the thunderclaps of their battle reaching the Earth itself, and the people ran and fled for their lives. Volcanos erupted and shot death from all corners of the world, the sky blackened, and the wind howled with menace. Two thirds of the Angels did battle that day and for the days to come, a complete stalemate that left both sides wounded, but the fighting was not over, not quite yet. Belial and his army stood at the door to their father’s home, while Michael stood in his way, the other third merely watched and waited. “You can’t stop me, Michael! I am more powerful than you!” Michael looked at him with a grim expression, “But I will try. I have to.”

[End Training Portion]

A sharp backhand brought the Venator back to reality, half buried in the snow, the blood no longer running and his body shaking badly. Hypothermia would soon take him, but not before Belial was through with the man. He dug his index and middle finger from his left hand passed the edges of the wound, spreading the flesh, and sending fresh new pain through the body of the Venator. “There are few things that will wake a man the same as fresh pain. You should thank your father for that if you ever see him.” Belial laughed deeply and softly, his melodic voice carried to the Venator’s ears none-the-less, and Nebiros chuckled beside him. He was really going to need to stop making jokes that the Y’la could here, because he could only take the sound of nails on a chalkboard that’s being dragged through shards of glass for so long.

[KoKoKo]

+10 learned my diamond in the rough