"Emo's paradise" Hotel [ATI quest private]
Jul 25, 2013 22:54:44 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Jul 25, 2013 22:54:44 GMT -7
[7 of 20]
My words were aimed at no particular party, though I could only suspect that the volume in my speech was enough to awaken the dead if they had not already risen from their slumber at the energy coursing through my veins. No amount of Ninjutsu could have prepared me for the monumental task of mastering the Curse Seal's placement, this fleshy vessel of mortal coil refusing to give out as my subconscious self begged me to stay within the world of the living. By this time, the chains that were attached to my arms were no doubt flinging about and slamming into whatever home they saw fit to careen into. But I was careful - careful not to disturb Abaddon, and careful not to strike myself and cause even more agony as blood, sweat, tears, and vomit all coalesced upon my person.
I found myself standing to my feet weakly. With as much force as I could muster, I shoved myself forward and planted my right shoulder into a nearby wall. The sound of cracking foundation could be heard as I opened my mouth as wide as it could be stretched, roaring in both fear and anger at my current state. My chakra levels continued to dip lower and lower, though the transition from powerlessness to complete reconstruction were being felt. At this stage, I was beginning to harness the darkness within. I felt the motivation that pushed me to do the things that I had done with Juliet. From the first night I had met her, the gears had begun to turn in lieu of my acceptance. And while I would not betray Kogaku's trust, I certainly could not have missed the opportunity to have come this far.
Try as I might, I could not shake the overwhelming sensation that plagued my mind to bring mental images of her into my mind. What I wouldn't have given to be by her side again instead of enduring this infernal racket of pain that tortured my body. The things that she would have thought or done if she had seen me as I was now. I managed to stagger toward broken pieces of mirror that had been left within the tomb. And as I fell to my knees and unleashed yet another loud roar of pain, I nearly fell into the jagged shards of glass and looked at my reflection. I had completely surrendered everything I had to the power of the Curse Seal's transference. There was not an inch of me that had not delivered to Abaddon. Such was evident as my chest began to burn with an otherworldly pain, the sheer shock causing my frame to stiffen at an exponential rate.
But my words fell upon nearly deaf ears. My fingernails tore at my garments and released them from my body as the agonizing sensation of twisting flesh began to haunt me. It was as if spiritual hands had reached clearly through any defense I'd had. Fingers were now wrapping around my chakra's system, pulling it at and waiting until it was fully eviscerated before filling it with a foreign entity and reconstructing my form with it. I could feel my heart beginning to skip beats, my breath growing shorter and shorter. This had to have been the most difficult of the transitions. As I brought my arms up to eye level, my bloodshot eyes could see the tribal tattoos of the Curse Seal beginning to take root along my epidermis. The suffering was very real....but the result, too, was becoming apparent.
There was no complicated scenery for me to take in. There was only the valley in which I stood, a rather secluded village lying off in the distance. I could hear the playful echoes of children enjoying themselves, as well as the chatter of over a thousand patrons. This must have been a village that I had not yet encountered, surrounded by a wall that rose higher into the skies the more I gazed upon it.
...And then I felt its presence. I felt the presence of the demon warrior yet again, its majesty revealed to me as it stood over me. I looked down at its feet, and the horror of my epiphany could not have been more evident upon my face. This entire time, the demon had been molding itself to me. Every feature was almost similar to mine, our visages switching in external fashion. This demonic entity was beginning to appear more human. But as for me, I had inherited the eccentric armor that had clearly been crafted onto the anomaly for unknown purpose. Regardless, instinct told me not to struggle...but my heart was not as trusting. The demon slowly began to reach for me, and even the pain that I felt not could keep me from doing the same.
I was beginning to meld with the demonic Anotsu, but it would take time before such power could mature enough for me to maintain it in a steady pace. I'd found new hobby in slamming my fists into the ground as the immense pain yet again tore through my body, encircling my heart and squeezing it in remembrance of complete servitude. I had to coax its appetite back to the recesses of its person...or it would consume me in the process.
"DAMNIT!!! ....DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!!"
My words were aimed at no particular party, though I could only suspect that the volume in my speech was enough to awaken the dead if they had not already risen from their slumber at the energy coursing through my veins. No amount of Ninjutsu could have prepared me for the monumental task of mastering the Curse Seal's placement, this fleshy vessel of mortal coil refusing to give out as my subconscious self begged me to stay within the world of the living. By this time, the chains that were attached to my arms were no doubt flinging about and slamming into whatever home they saw fit to careen into. But I was careful - careful not to disturb Abaddon, and careful not to strike myself and cause even more agony as blood, sweat, tears, and vomit all coalesced upon my person.
I found myself standing to my feet weakly. With as much force as I could muster, I shoved myself forward and planted my right shoulder into a nearby wall. The sound of cracking foundation could be heard as I opened my mouth as wide as it could be stretched, roaring in both fear and anger at my current state. My chakra levels continued to dip lower and lower, though the transition from powerlessness to complete reconstruction were being felt. At this stage, I was beginning to harness the darkness within. I felt the motivation that pushed me to do the things that I had done with Juliet. From the first night I had met her, the gears had begun to turn in lieu of my acceptance. And while I would not betray Kogaku's trust, I certainly could not have missed the opportunity to have come this far.
Kogaku..
Try as I might, I could not shake the overwhelming sensation that plagued my mind to bring mental images of her into my mind. What I wouldn't have given to be by her side again instead of enduring this infernal racket of pain that tortured my body. The things that she would have thought or done if she had seen me as I was now. I managed to stagger toward broken pieces of mirror that had been left within the tomb. And as I fell to my knees and unleashed yet another loud roar of pain, I nearly fell into the jagged shards of glass and looked at my reflection. I had completely surrendered everything I had to the power of the Curse Seal's transference. There was not an inch of me that had not delivered to Abaddon. Such was evident as my chest began to burn with an otherworldly pain, the sheer shock causing my frame to stiffen at an exponential rate.
"AAAARGH!! WHAT MORE DO I HAVE TO SUFFER!? AAAAAAARGH!!"
But my words fell upon nearly deaf ears. My fingernails tore at my garments and released them from my body as the agonizing sensation of twisting flesh began to haunt me. It was as if spiritual hands had reached clearly through any defense I'd had. Fingers were now wrapping around my chakra's system, pulling it at and waiting until it was fully eviscerated before filling it with a foreign entity and reconstructing my form with it. I could feel my heart beginning to skip beats, my breath growing shorter and shorter. This had to have been the most difficult of the transitions. As I brought my arms up to eye level, my bloodshot eyes could see the tribal tattoos of the Curse Seal beginning to take root along my epidermis. The suffering was very real....but the result, too, was becoming apparent.
There was no complicated scenery for me to take in. There was only the valley in which I stood, a rather secluded village lying off in the distance. I could hear the playful echoes of children enjoying themselves, as well as the chatter of over a thousand patrons. This must have been a village that I had not yet encountered, surrounded by a wall that rose higher into the skies the more I gazed upon it.
...And then I felt its presence. I felt the presence of the demon warrior yet again, its majesty revealed to me as it stood over me. I looked down at its feet, and the horror of my epiphany could not have been more evident upon my face. This entire time, the demon had been molding itself to me. Every feature was almost similar to mine, our visages switching in external fashion. This demonic entity was beginning to appear more human. But as for me, I had inherited the eccentric armor that had clearly been crafted onto the anomaly for unknown purpose. Regardless, instinct told me not to struggle...but my heart was not as trusting. The demon slowly began to reach for me, and even the pain that I felt not could keep me from doing the same.
I was beginning to meld with the demonic Anotsu, but it would take time before such power could mature enough for me to maintain it in a steady pace. I'd found new hobby in slamming my fists into the ground as the immense pain yet again tore through my body, encircling my heart and squeezing it in remembrance of complete servitude. I had to coax its appetite back to the recesses of its person...or it would consume me in the process.