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| Subject: Leto Pheonix, the Sin of Pride Sun Jul 29, 2012 12:20 am | |
| Name: Leto Pheonix Aliases: The Corrupt Angel, Sinner of Light, Guardian of Truth (Shin) Sin: Pride Age: Appears to be 17 years of age. Real age unknown. Gender: Female Weapons:Messoris (translates to “Reaper” in Latin)- A double-edged sword with no guard. Black cloth is wrapped around the hilt and the blade is a steely dark grey with several scratches upon its surface, revealing a silver colour underneath. She does not carry it around with her, but she can summon it upon will, similar to some kind of technique that involves telepathy. Jigoku no Rensa (translates to “Chain of Hell” in Japanese)- A medium-sized ebony-black chain is wound tightly around Leto’s left arm, starting at her wrist and ending at her shoulder over top of the sleeve of her coat. This chain cannot be broken by any known means and somehow never falls from Leto’s arm. She often uses this chain to block melee weapons, but it has no apparent use other than this. Adamant Claws- Though they only look a little sharper than the nails of a normal human, Leto’s fingernails are jet-black and extremely sharp. They are as hard as diamond, and can cut through most anything. Vectors- Shadowy, semi-transparent arms that materialize around Leto at will. They do not seem to be connected to anything, but only have a range of three metres from the user. When materialized, they vibrate at a high frequency, which is what makes them visible. Because of these vibrations, the vectors can easily slash through wood, flesh, bone, and even rock. These vectors can also be used to throw objects and block projectiles. In total, Leto has four vectors. Coincidentally, these vectors cannot be materialized when the user is in a state of pain. Personality: As the Sin of Pride, Leto genuinely believes herself to be superior to everyone, in terms of strength, and just about everything else. Whenever someone would contradict her on this, she would not get angry. She would think that, whoever it was, with their simple way of thinking, does not know what they are talking about. Such a pity. Leto is repulsed by people who are weak and make no attempt to better themselves. Though she hates weak beings, she will not even touch someone weaker than herself unless they threaten her, or obstruct her path. She has a code of honour that she cannot deviate from. When it comes to the other sins, Leto tolerates them, but has no real emotional connection to any of them. She seems to be the unspoken leader of the group, but she never gives them orders. It would be a disgrace to her if she had to ask for help, from anyone. Leto generally exudes an aura of calmness and confidence, and her expression is almost always impossible to interpret. She overestimates herself, but rarely underestimates an opponent. Though she may never appear to be on-guard, she is always ready for an attack. Unless she is angered, Leto often takes on a gentle and melancholy disposition. Deep down, she hates herself for everything she has done. She wishes to take it all back, but she knows that it is now impossible. So, as a form of twisted retribution, she decided to continue down her path of destruction, to torture herself further. Physical Appearance: - Spoiler:
Leto usually has the appearance of a seventeen year old female with a toned, slender body and a peach skin tone. Her hair is golden-blonde, fairly long, and layered a lot so that it looks slightly spiky. Her irises are an eerie dark orange colour and she has slitted pupils, similar to that of a cat. She is nearly always seen wearing a long-sleeved, red coat with a hood. The coat is long enough to reach the backs of her knees and sports tattered, frayed edges; oddly enough, the tatters of the cloak seem to move around of their own accord, but this is really due to the maelstrom of malignant energy that constantly pours from Leto. A material reminiscent of black fur adorned the ends of the sleeves and lines the rim of her hood, which she rarely ever wears. This coat is basically Pride’s trademark. Underneath it, she wears tight-fitting black pants and a gray tee. The shirt is low cut, but not enough that a lot is showing. In addition, her wrists, ankles, and feet are wrapped in dark grey bandages. Besides the bandages, Leto wears nothing on her feet. She stands at 5’7 and weighs in at 120 lbs. Bio: Leto has gone through nearly every stage of rebirth. She was once a human by the name of Leto. The first name is the only thing she can remember from back then. Everything else is a distorted mess; she can only remember flashes, and they disappear too quickly for her to grasp. Because of this, Leto can never grasp the meaning of “happiness”, “friendship”, “love”, or “passion”, as these are all human emotions. Every second, she feels like there’s something she really needs, but she does not know what it is. She fills the void with power. Even when she was a mere togabito, she fought constantly, because when she was fighting, she could forget everything. She got stronger and stronger, but still, she was never satisfied… When she was a human, she was an average girl. She had friends and family; and she had a twin sister, Shin, who she was very close to. They were like day and night. Leto had golden hair and brown eyes, while Shin had black hair and dark blue eyes, but they were very close. They were always together in everything they did. Since Leto was technically the older sister, she took it upon herself to protect Shin. Back in that era, demons ran rampant; attacks were frequent. When Leto and Shin were both 14, a particularly fierce attack took the lives of both their parents. With the village in ruins, they had no choice but to leave before the defenseless twins themselves were killed. Although Leto urged Shin to come, she would not. She refused to leave what was left of the bodies of their parents. Leto knew that she would have to be cold to make Shin realize what was going on. Even if it caused her sister to despise her, she had to get her to safety. “You’re wasting time just sitting there like that! Look at them! They are dead; there is nothing we can do about that. What we can do, is get out of here, so that we don’t end up that way.” Leto had said with a stoic expression, although she was grieving just as much as Shin was on the inside. Shin turned toward Leto with tears in her eyes, unable to believe how her sister could be so heartless. “Go away!” she shouted. Seeing the hateful look on her sister’s face, Leto did just that. With a downcast expression, she turned and walked away, not saying a single word. She was shocked; Shin had never given her such a look before. When she reflected back on what she had said, Leto felt nothing but guilt. Maybe Shin is better off without me around… she thought. The thought of being completely alone in the world cast Leto into the depths of despair. For days, she wandered aimlessly. She never slept, ate, or encountered another human soul; all she did was think. The whole time, it was raining. At the same time, Shin remained at the ruined village, feeling just as bad as Leto was. She busied herself to try and forget a little, burying the bodies of her parents and sitting vigil. Subconsciously, Leto had been wandering in a big circle. About four days later, she came upon a familiar place; a meadow where her and Shin would often go to play when they were younger. In that moment, the rain stopped and the sun broke through the clouds, illuminating the meadow. The clouds in the sky, as well as the clouds in Leto’s mind were lifted, just like that. She fell to her knees. “I’m so stupid…” she said, before she fell the rest of the way to the ground, unconscious from lack of sleep. When she woke, the sun was beginning to set. Already knowing what she had to do, Leto got up. She could only hope that her sister was still at the village. If not, then I will search to the ends of the Earth if I have to. Now, more than ever, we need each other. she thought resolutely. It was then that she noticed an odd dark glow in the sky, over in the direction of her village. Then, she got a terrible feeling. What else could it be but demons? Which meant that Shin probably was still at the village, but she wasn’t alone… Ignoring the branches the whipped across her form, Leto ran as fast as she could to the village. When she got closer, she could hear something big stomping around, a ravenous growl, and then a scream. Pushing herself to run even faster, Leto finally reached the village and burst out of the forest, just in time to see a demon bearing down on her sister. “Shin!” Upon hearing Leto’s voice, she simply looked at her, shocked and dismayed that now they were both going to be caught in the way. “No! Just run away!” she cried, feeling that it would be her fault if Leto was killed. After all, if she would have left with Leto, they would both be fine right now. Leto did not answer and instead turned her attention to the demon. Leto’s expression was fearsome, to say the least. “Get the hell away from her, you ugly bastard!” she yelled uncharacteristically before charging towards the demon, which was at least 4 times her size. Of course, before she even got within striking distance, she was sent flying backwards. There was nothing she could do against a demon, especially without a weapon, but that didn’t matter to her. She got back to her feet. “Is that all you got?” she said in an aggressive manner before jumping at the demon again, with the same result. Blood now dripped down the side of her face, but Leto got up again, scattering the crimson droplets across the ground. Shin started to run towards her but was stopped by Leto, who looked at her with a fiery gaze. Her golden eyes seemed to glow in the dark light, giving her an ominous appearance. “Leave now.” She commanded. “But—“ Shin was about to protest. “GO!” Leto shouted, and Shin left, running in the other direction, shocked by the sudden surge of power she felt from Leto. Angered by the interference, the demon swiped at Leto this time, opening a long gash across her shoulder and sending her flying back into a pile of debris. Leto did not get up this time. Assuming that the blonde one was knocked out, the demon set his sights on Shin, who had not gotten very far away yet. The demon took off after her with a wicked laugh. And of course, Shin tripped over a rock at the worst possible moment. She sprawled across the ground just as the demon caught up to her. As she rolled over, she was greeted by the sight of the demon poised above her, raising his claws to strike. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the finishing blow. “I won’t let you.” There was a slashing sound, but Shin felt nothing. She felt something warm and wet hit her face and opened her eyes. What she saw froze her face in a mask of utter shock. There stood Leto with her arms spread out, impaled on the demon’s claws. There was already a large pool of blood on the ground and more practically poured from her mouth, but somehow, she smiled. “I just came to see how you were doing…” she said in a strained whisper, trailing off as her eyes began to go dull. She couldn’t breathe let alone talk anymore. With an angry roar, the demon ripped its claws out of Leto and she fell face-first into the pool of blood at her feet, somehow still clinging to life. As the demon reared up to strike again, something odd and truly miraculous happened. Blue flames flickered in the sky above and formed a tear in the sky. Beyond it was a murky darkness, interrupted by patches of red. Before the demon could do anything, it was sucked into the tear, along with Leto. Later it would be revealed that Leto was the target of the tear all along. It seemed that her odd “power” from before had piqued the interest of one of the more powerful beings in Hell. I did it… in the end, I was able to protect you… Leto was taken to Hell through the portal, where she died soon after and became bound to the Hell’s chain, transforming into a togabito with extremely high spiritual pressure. She lost all memories of her life as a human, and completely forgot about her sister. Because she didn’t remember anything, she assumed that she was in Hell because she had been a bad person in life. Overcome with self-loathing, she went on a suicide rampage, attacking everything she came across in the hopes that she would be killed. To her dismay, no demon or anything else she came across was able to kill her, and it went against her values to just let herself be killed. Even then, she already had that indomitable spirit that was her Pride. She kept fighting, learning, and dominating Hell. Over many, many years, she became strong enough to transcend the gate and walk in the human world once again. She became the embodiment of Pride and the most powerful being in Hell… She doesn’t care. She just searches. She doesn’t know what she is searching for. She feels that she will know what it is when she finally sets her eyes on it. And if anyone happens to oppose her along the way, they’ll just die, because nothing else matters. Powers: Renkinjutsu (translates to “Alchemy” in Japanese)- after millennia of study, Leto has completely mastered the art of manipulating and converting any existing matter. She has intricate circles tattooed in black ink on the palms of both hands, which enable her to “transmute” anything that comes into contact with these tattoos. For example, she can create weapons by touching the ground and manipulating the carbon/iron in the earth. She can freeze liquids such as water and blood by contact. If there are flames present in her vicinity, Leto can manipulate them to fly towards an opponent or explode suddenly by configuring oxygen levels in the field. Her mastery of alchemy is Leto’s most prominent trait in combat, and it has never failed her. She is particularly well-versed in flame alchemy, which is where manipulating oxygen comes into play. Akusei Kaishi (translates to “Malignant Inception in Japanese)- the true form of Pride. Leto uses this when she is pushed to her limit, which is a very rare case. Sometimes, she will also use it as a means of boasting, to make her opponent feel powerless in comparison. In this form, black feathered wings will sprout from Leto’s back. This gives Leto the ability to fly at high speeds. Also, she can create black flames with a flap of the wings; these flames come straight from Hell and burn organic material much faster than regular flames. Burns from these black flames cannot be healed naturally, although they could be healed by kido or the like. Other changes in appearance include a black “X” marking that spreads across Leto’s entire face, and her eyes turning dark red with black scerla. Her signature weapon in this form is a tri-bladed scythe. The blades and pole are black, while markings that are similar in appearance to glowing red veins criss-cross over the surface of the blade. This scythe constantly emits murky black energy. Akusei Kaishi – Kodoku (Kodoku; “Desolation” in Japanese)- an alternate form of Akusei Kaishi which focuses solely on speed. Leto’s arms both become wickedly sharp and curved black blades, while dark grey bandages cover the lower half of her face, making her expression nearly indiscernible. Her eyes turn yellow with black scerla and her signature red cloak is discarded. Leto can move at freakish speeds in this form, but cannot use alchemy since her hands are covered by the steel blades. Using “Kodoku” as a command, Leto can actually shed the form of the original Akusei Kaishi and switch into Akusei Kaishu – Kodoku, if she happens to need an increase in speed. Shiryō no Hōkō (translates to “Death Dragon Roar” in Japanese)- After a period of charging, Leto can release a jet of black flames from her mouth. The longer it charges, the stronger it is. If she chooses not to charge it, it will only be a thin jet of flames; although still deadly, because of the properties of Leto’s flames. By reciting random verses that were designed to empower this attack by Leto, she can modify the blast if she wishes. Things like speed, shape, and even colour can be changed by verses, but this takes up time, so she doesn’t use the verses very often. Some of the verses include: “I walk in the white silences of your mind, remembering the way it was millions of years before, on the wide floor of the sea, while my eyes lift like continents to the sun and erode slowly.” – this verse gives the attack corrosive properties. Instead of burning, the blast will seem to rot away whatever it touches, akin to aging. “Creak, creak, tower of purgatory. Piercing the world like light.” – this verse gives the attack extreme piercing power. This is to say that it can easily blow straight through most hard substances, and the opponent without fail. “The longer we stay here, the harder it is for me to see you. Your outline, skin that marks you off, melts in this light.” – this verse gives the attack a more transparent appearance, making it harder to see with the naked eye. “You are the sun in reverse. All energy flows into you and is abolished. These spaces you fill with your own emptiness.” – this verse gives the attack a weak magnetic pull. For example, if an opponent dodged the blast, but remained close, they could possibly be pulled back into the attack. “The ends of your fingers bleed from 1000 murders.” – this verse simply widens the range of the attack. “I am the place where all desires are fulfilled. Is it too cold for you? This is what you requested. This ice, this crystal wall, this puzzle. You solve it.” – this completely changes the attack into an ice-based blast. It has the potential to freeze large areas over completely. “I felt the knife that sliced me loose. You called it creation. Now you would like to heal the chasm left behind, but I recede, I prowl. I will not come when you call.” – this verse simply makes the flames of the attack hotter. They become hot enough to melt through thick walls of steel in mere seconds. “There is not enough colour to subdue the shadows within me.” – this verse changes the attack into a tri-coloured beam that shoots in three different directions. With concentration, Leto can choose the colours and directions. “This is the flame of guilt.” – this verse takes effect immediately, right before the attack is released. Instead of Leto shooting it from her mouth, it instead bursts from the ground and surges toward the opponent in the form of clawed hands. It still retains the same properties though. “I will never stop. I am the beam of sun that pierces the clouds. I will burn away the darkness with the ferocity of 100 warriors. The battle never ends; my blade stretches to infinity. Although I am immersed in the shadows, I will never let them reach you. I am a shield that will never break. If there can be no victory, then I will fight forever, if that is what it takes to protect your light.” – this is Leto’s strongest verse. It turns her blast into 4 fair-sized plates of black flame that last for 5 posts. They are mobile and able to be used as shields for herself and others. She never uses this verse anymore, because it disturbs her. She has no idea how she came up with it, since it just popped up in her mind one day. It represents her true nature, showing that she is not completely evil. Statistics:Rank/level- MST-1 Hankou- 17 Reiryoku- 20 Hakuda- 13 Seijuu- 19 Bukijuu- 13 Hoho- 23 Points awarded: 0 Total points: 105 - Role-play Sample:
“Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.”
This sentence, when first uttered, had seemed so resolute; obsolete and determined. Nothing, not even death itself, could stop him. But now, because of his unwavering defiance, he had nothing. His friends, his family, his life; everything that he held dear was now but dust in the wind. For all his perseverance, what did it get him? Not what he expected, only complete and utter desolation.
“What is this . . . what the fuck is going on?!” a deranged voice cried out, shattering the silence of the empty room. The voice belonged to a boy who leaned against the wall of said room. Wild brown eyes stared blankly at a wooden ceiling. The only emotion that could be observed in the amber depths was absolute self-loathing. Shaggy black hair reached down to the boy’s shoulders and his skin was a pallid white. A haunted expression graced his features. As of now, this boy, Kazuma Masakazu, had no recollection of what had occurred over the last few hours. He had no idea why he was completely alone and he couldn’t place what the salty, metallic smell in the air was. It seemed to permeate the room, overwhelming his senses.
A liquid; thick and crimson ran freely cross the floor. After a few moments, it touched Kazuma’s hand, which had been resting on the floor in the form of a clenched fist. At first, he didn’t register the red, sticky liquid, but after a while, it became impossible to ignore. With a wondering expression, he raised his left hand up to his face, observing the substance that now coloured the pale skin of his palm. So red . . . what could it be?
“How ironic . . . her blood is on your hands, in more ways than one.” a sinister voice stated, invading the chaotic abyss of thoughts that plagued his mind.
Upon hearing the voice of his ghastly counterpart, his eyes widened, so much that the sclera of his eyes formed a white circle around the irises. “No. . . Not you. Not now. You piece of shit! This is all your fault!” he cried out from within the confines of his mind. Now that he was back in the material world, he could remember all too vividly what this second self had done . . . using his very own body, it had killed the most important person in the world to him.
There was silence after his mental outburst; no sneering voice replied to his accusation. His eyes wandered, observing the room he was in. It appeared to be the inside of someone’s home, wooden floors, a small table and a stove illustrated the fact that it was a kitchen; though he couldn’t see any door from his perspective; it must have been along the wall he was leaning against. His wandering eyes fell upon the stream of red liquid that seemed to be flowing towards him. He followed it with a dazed expression. Where did it come from? Did someone spill juice on the floor? No, that wasn’t it. The trail led to a huddled form, which was sprawled out on the floor just outside the kitchen. The same red liquid was forming a pool under the figure. Midnight-black hair was the only feature he could distinguish, but that was enough.
“Ahh. . . .” he stammered incoherently before letting out a scream of anguish; the pitch of it was enough to make his throat raw. He had come to a stunning realization; everything came back to him, the horrifying memories hitting him with the force of a tidal wave . . . that red liquid; it was blood, her blood. And this was their kitchen.
Violent black flames began to consume the room. --
“Kazuma! I just got an order; I’m going out for a bit.” a familiar feminine voice called loudly, jolting Kazuma out an intense reverie. He had been staring off into space, leaning back on the couch. His light brown eyes lost their dazed look and he looked over his shoulder, to where his roommate was still half-in, half-out of the doorway, awaiting his response.
“All right, I’ll probably be here when you get back.” Kazuma replied, recalling that he, for once, wasn’t required to do any “work”.
After the brief exchange, the girl left and quietly closed the door behind her. That was Lieko Hayashi, Kazuma’s esteemed roommate, and . . . an “exorcist”. Not some glorified guidance counsellor kind of exorcist either, the real thing. Demons and malignant spirits; those apparitions are real, very real. The only reason the world hasn’t been overrun by the gruesome beasts yet, is because of exorcists like Leiko. Kazuma himself had seen what they were capable of . . . well of course he had, one could say that he was close to demons, other than the fact that he “helped” Leiko sometimes.
The two of them were similar in so many ways. . . Kazuma would reflect. He had deep, convoluted feelings for Leiko. But whenever he thought of the possibilities, he had to shake those thoughts away. There was no way it would work, just no way. He was too dangerous; he would only end up hurting her.
With a morose sigh, Kazuma got up off the couch and made his way over to the window at the north side of the room. Gazing through the smooth glass surface of the aperture, Kazuma found himself looking down upon group of children playing in the streets. His apartment was on the second story, so he had a fair view. The kids seemed to be kicking a circular object around; a ball of some sort. It seemed familiar to him somehow; the very form of the ball itself seemed to dredge up partially lost memories from the recesses of his mind.
“Kemari. . . .” Kazuma murmured with an absent expression. He remembered playing that once, or trying to. Back then, his control over . . . “it” had been quite lacking. It was immediately obvious how different he was from the other kids. They wouldn’t let him join in; in fact they had thrown rocks at him. It was from that day on, that he stopped trying. It wasn’t the first time something like that had happened, but each time he brushed it aside. Those particular kids just didn’t like him . . . he could find other friends. That’s what he would think to himself. In truth, he was in denial.
In that old society, no one would ever accept him. Most of the kids had parents who were exorcists. Why is this relevant? A little known fact: Kazuma had been a little over fourteen years old when the kemari incident had occurred. Another fact: the kemari incident occurred roughly forty years ago. Now, after those forty years have passed, he looks relatively the same. While everyone else grew old and retired, Kazuma had retained the body and visage of a teenager. This fact, coupled with the dense and darkly powerful aura that had surrounded Kazuma most times during his “youth”, could only mean one thing. He himself was part demon. By now, he had learned to control his demonic impulses and his fangs and claws weren’t visible anymore; but it was a delicate balance.
Sometimes he could hear it, that voice in the back of his mind. It called out to him, chastising him with honey-smooth words, attempting to convince its vessel to let it free; so that it could roam. When Kazuma refused, the demon within lashed out, screaming and taunting him from within the confines of his own mind. He would never let that thing out though. If he did, everything would be ruined, just like that time in the spring. . . --
It was when he was merely ten years of age . . . he didn’t know what he really was back then; he thought he was human, just like everyone else. He had lived with in a quaint little village with his mother. He didn’t know his father; apparently he had disappeared some time before Kazuma’s birth. His life was relatively peaceful. He had friends that he would play with after work and lessons, and a roof over his head. He wasn’t rich by any means, but he had her, his mother, and that’s all he wanted; she was the centre of his universe. That all ended the day that “it” came to the surface.
“Hey. . . .” a sinister voice had murmured. Kazuma had been alone in the hut; his mother had gone out to get something in the woods. Now his knees hit the wooden floor with a thump, and his hands came up to clutch the sides of his head.
What’s going on?! Who are you. . .? Kazuma thought. Only he had heard the voice, and somehow, he knew that it was coming from within him; he could feel it.
“I am you, don’t be alarmed. And now, I will free you from the custody of those lowly humans. This place is unbecoming of a demon.” The voice responded. Its tone was harsh, yet gentle at the same time.
What. . .? this was the last thought that Kazuma had before he lost consciousness. Oddly enough, he stood up. This wasn’t Kazuma anymore, it was that thing. A curious black substance seemed to be slithering from the corner of his eye. Substance was the only word to describe it, and yet, the murky darkness had no actual substance; it was more like a visual effect. After a brief moment, the whole of both Kazuma’s sclera were pitch-black, like the void. Instead of their usual languid brown, his irises were now a blazing orange, reminiscent of liquid flame. Kazuma’s face was now contorted into a bloodthirsty, twisted grin as he looked from the left to the right, slowly scanning the room. He raised his right hand upwards slightly, flexing his fingers, which were now adorned with razor-sharp claws, each one an inch long.
Just as he was about to descend the miniature stairway that led out the front door of the hut, the door opened from the outside. The hatchway swung open, revealing the form of Kazuma’s mother. She was holding a basket filled with various fruits. Her cheery expression changed to that of horror as she caught sight of her transformed son standing in the doorway.
How could it have surfaced so early?! She thought with a torn expression, regretting not telling Kazuma about his heritage sooner. If she had, then maybe he would have known how to resist the demon within. Now it was too late; for both of them. She took one small step forward, determined to embrace her son. Maybe that would bring him to his senses . . . but she never got the chance. As soon as she took that step, the demon saw her as an aggressor, nothing more than an obstacle, and with sickening speed he lunged forward, impaling Kazuma’s mother through the chest with his right hand. The vicious claws protruding from his fingertips easily tore through her flesh and were now visible through the back of her floral-print kimono.
Kazuma’s mother looked down at her son as blood began to dribble from the corner of her mouth. Her lips moved, trying to form words that just weren’t there; instead, she coughed, painting Kazuma’s face with a crimson mist. Then her eyes went dull, and she slumped over, still partially held up by the sheer strength of Kazuma’s arm.
With distaste, the overtaken Kazuma pulled his arm free from the corpse, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud.
“Pathetic. . . .” he grumbled. Oddly, his voice sounded as if there were two people talking. Kazuma’s own voice and a more baleful, corrupt voice; both joined together to create one low monotone.
He nonchalantly flicked his stained right hand to the side, attempting to get rid of some of the blood. All he could smell was that blood, that filthy human blood. It was already beginning to pool out around his mother’s body, and would soon start to congeal. Driven by unknown impulses, the demon looked back at the corpse. The sight of her limp, lifeless form sprawled across the floorboards triggered something deep within Kazuma. The first reaction was minuscule and barely discernible, a mere twitch of his left eye. Then suddenly a bloodcurdling scream tore the night air. That scream came from Kazuma himself. The murky darkness slowly started to recede from the boy’s eyes as Kazuma screamed once again. The dark aura that had filled the room before now burst upwards, blowing the entire roof off of the hut, a small explosion of black flame complimented the odd sight. If Kazuma’s screams hadn’t already alerted everyone in the village, this would. Many people, who had seen the light of the explosion through their shutters, thought that it was fireworks at first. But no, it wasn’t fireworks; it was in fact, the flames of hell, En’netsu Jigoku.
By now, Kazuma was back in control of his bodily functions, for the most part. Tears streamed down his face as he remembered what he had just done. He had killed his own mother! Once again, he fell to his knees, staring blankly at his bloodstained right hand while his tears continued to fall freely.
I want to die. . . . this was his last rational thought before he was pulled into the depths of despair.
When the other villagers had made it to the scene of the “fireworks”, all they saw was a totaled house, and inside of the structure, a young boy, covered in blood, his sanity quickly beginning to deteriorate. --
Of course, that was years ago. Though the horrifying memory still pained him, Kazuma had recovered considerably. Now, he considered it an incentive to work harder. So that he could protect lives instead of taking them. He knew that this was what his late mother would want.
Turning away from the window with a passive expression, Kazuma sighed. He wasn’t used to having so much time to lounge around. Truthfully, he didn’t like it.
Well, I may as well get some sleep while I have the chance. Kazuma thought to himself, casually walking back over to the couch and lying down. After a few minutes, he was fast asleep.
Kazuma was dreaming, he had to be; how else could he have ended up in such an odd place? He appeared to be in a large, rectangular room. The ceiling, walls, and even the floors were an odd shade of purple, and were all covered in a square pattern. Off too each of Kazuma’s sides, the walls weren’t visible. Opaque fog, pure and unwavering, obscured those areas.
What the hell? Kazuma thought as he took in his surroundings. He knew that he must have been dreaming, but this felt real somehow . . . and achingly familiar. He racked his brain, trying to figure out the feeling he had. He remembered this place . . . maybe he had dreamed about it before? A hazy image flickered through his mind for an instant. It was his mother, looking down at him. In that moment, they were both covered in blood. Kazuma’s eyes opened wide in fervor as he realized it. The last time he had been here, was that time in the spring, when he was ten. This was where he had watched, as his mother was killed, literally by his own hand.
“No!!” Why now?! I’ve worked so hard, why is this happening now?! A couple of the pale purple tiles in front of Kazuma flickered for a second, before changing. Now he could see the inside of his apartment, though the tiles. It was like watching TV. That’s all he could do now, watch.
In the material world, Kazuma stood up, but of course, this wasn’t Kazuma as he usually was. His eyes were now a fiery orange with jet-black sclera. Just as before, his fingernails had changed into jagged claws. It was a couple hours since Kazuma had went to sleep on the couch.
“Took me long enough . . . but I’m finally out again.” the demonized Kazuma uttered, in the very same, sinister monotone. I’ll make him pay for keeping me imprisoned like that. . . .
The demon looked around, hoping to find that girl whom Kazuma lived with. He knew that Kazuma cared deeply for her. If he were determined to make his vessel feel despair, killing her would be the best way to do it. She wasn’t here though. Though the demon was loathe to simply sit around waiting, this was just too good a chance to pass up. He knew that she would have to come back sometime. --
When Leiko came back, she was relatively content. The exorcism had been a success; it was only a lower class demon that she had needed to deal with. She opened the door and saw that Kazuma was still in the same position as when she had left him. She could see the back of his head, with its oddly spiked hair, over the top of the couch.
“How lazy can you be?” Leiko asked in a good-natured tone, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind her.
Upon hearing the voice of his intended target, Kazuma slowly turned his head to face her, with a twisted grin contorting his features.
“Welcome home.” he said, in the same chilling voice. The demon was evidently still in control.
At the sound of the warped voice, Leiko quickly turned her head. She stared at Kazuma, her expression went from surprised, to serious, in an instant. Staring into the abysmal orange irises, Leiko felt like she was looking into the depths of Hell
He’s been overtaken. Leiko had already determined this; she knew what Kazuma was. And yet, she still accepted him. That was why Kazuma loved Leiko, deep down, though he would never admit it.
In one fluid moment, the pseudo Kazuma had hopped over the edge of the couch, so that he was now facing Leiko. The same twisted expression still played upon his features. The demon couldn’t wait to tear her apart, and see Kazuma’s face when he realized just how weak he really was.
I thought you were stronger than this, Kazuma. . . . Leiko reacted instantly, sliding her right foot back so that both feet were a one-foot distance apart. This was her battle stance, and she would have a better sense of balance this way. She knew what she had to do. She had to exorcise this demon and Kazuma along with it. It was all she could do for him now.
Leiko began to chant. Her lips moved quickly as she chanted the beginnings of what was known as a Verse of Death.
“Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!” as Leiko chanted this, her hands began to glow with a pure, white light. But then, she paused, and the light began to die down. A single tear slid down her cheek as she realized what she was trying to do. No, she couldn’t kill Kazuma, she just couldn’t. She let her hands fall to her sides and ended the chant. The brilliant glow from earlier quickly dissipated in entirety as she canceled the progression of the verse.
Ha . . . foolish girl. You should have ended it while you had the chance. With that thought, the demon made Kazuma’s body rush forward. He watched as the girl tried to keep her sight on him. It was amusing. No matter how strong they were, no human could ever hope to keep up with him, and he knew that.
Leiko took a single, trembling step backwards before the dark form of Kazuma descended upon her. That was it. He did it again.
Back in Kazuma’s “dream” the rain began to fall, and everything crumbled.
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