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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Aug 16, 2022 0:04:44 GMT -5
Pain, a blinding pain was all she could feel running through her veins. The blood that pooled around her had become uncomfortably sticky against her body. The tips of her fingers had felt increasingly numb and cold, as the only thing her eyes could see was the blurry night sky. Alone. What a cold feeling to have been left to die, discarded and left for dead. Perhaps that would have been a mercy, something that was not granted to her the moment she was bleeding out and thrown to her demise.
A cough and a wheeze.
Her breathing was becoming difficult in the painfully twisted position her body laid in. Her lungs were filling up with her own blood, succumbing to her internal injuries as she laid there, cursing the men that had tried to do unspeakable acts and then bitterly stabbed endlessly for fighting her captors. She was weak, she was dying and she was also dreadfully alone as she laid on the dirty ground. Her life had already been quite the bore with nothing accomplished. Life had been unfair. Life had been bitter. Life decided to give her another reason to hate those around her.
Those who only took and kept taking. Those who believed to be rightful for the things they wanted. Those who only bore selfish thoughts and lived to hurt others.
To hell with it all!!!
The lavender haired woman growled and hissed as her final breaths began to choke her, blood pouring out of her mouth and spilling onto the ground. Oh, how she wished she could tear those beasts apart. Most of all, she wished...she wished...
"Da...mn...it....a...ll."
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Aug 16, 2022 17:45:48 GMT -5
A pale figure stood in the doorway. Bleached bone covered by a cloak the color and depth of midnight. Behind the cowl around its head there was a reflection of a human, a human missing its skin, muscle, and nerves. Beneath the cloak, the same grim visage was reflected...yet it still moved into the room, looking down at the human. The figure carried two things upon its person. First, and the thing most people noticed first, a scythe. Normally a tool for the cutting of wheat and other grains. Secondly, and an item reserved for a special few, was a sword that hung from its waist.
The black voids that were the creature's eyes took in the scene before it, the monsters that assaulted the woman's poor body. He had spent the centuries fleeting from battlefield to battlefield, moving from this world to the next filled with sand...and in this century he had found himself drawn here, this moment, to her.
WHY?
The monsters part subconsciously as he walks to her, the hairs on their skin rising, as if their primitive brains recognize that touching him is an act equal to their deaths. They can't see him, few that live do. But this girl can...he doesn't know how he knows but he does.
He stops over her, looking down at her with no expression or emotion on his mask, simply the grinning reflection of a skull.
"DO YOU WANT POWER?"
It asks, the voice coming from nowhere and everywhere. It looks at the monsters near him, she could right this wrong. Yet he felt the sword at his waist...the choice.
"OR PEACE?"
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Aug 17, 2022 16:42:07 GMT -5
There it was. Her blurry vision watched as something came close, something dangerous and yet this something was the only thing not related to the men before her torn flesh. Her fading vision looked up to the being as it asked its question. A dreary voice, an ominous echo and yet it brought her a sickly hope. Peace? There wasn't anything waiting for her if she were to die. What peace was there for her? A life full of torment and abuse. What good would dying do? No, she desired something more. If she could do so, if she had the strength to do so, she desired power. Power to wring their necks. Power to break their bones. Power to make them feel the same pain that they had dealt unto her. Power? Now that was the obvious choice. She desired it, she wanted it and at this moment as she laid on the ground and stared at the ominous creature she shakily raised her hand, reaching towards the creature she gave her reply.
"P...ow...er.." Her throat gurgled with the blood that spilled out from her lips. She wanted to make these men pay. She wanted to hear them crumble beneath her and beg for mercy! Her body shook as she felt her hand touch the creature, an eerie feeling and a feeling of dread. Perhaps, dying while looking at something other than her killers was life's final mercy. All of her rotten luck culminated into this moment and finally Life decided to be merciful for a change. Her lips quivered into a soft smile as her shaky hand lost the strength to keep itself upright against the creature before her. Her breaths are becoming more of a chore to do as the corners of her already fading vision was slowly going to black.
She will die here. Alone, just as she had always been. Life's mercy was also its last form of cruelty as one of her killers tired of hearing her struggle. He began stomping at the center of her chest, clearly a man of very little patience as he tried to hasten her death. Whether it was due to her already failing body, but the pain hadn't completely registered with each stomp. She silently heaved and vomited blood with each harsh stomp, keeping her gaze in the direction of the creature she had seen before her vision faded.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Aug 17, 2022 19:27:04 GMT -5
The deathless creature heard the living thing's response, and somewhere in its body it was amused on how...human that response was. Had there been any hesitation in her eyes, regret in her voice, no. Instead, there was the simple-mindedness and singular drive that drove all bestial things. It was almost inherently clear that this creature would join their ranks quite well. The figure didn't move as she touched him standing firm and resolute. If the other humans in the room noticed her words, her brush against death, they didn't give her attentions besides what they had already given her.
He reached forward, a skeletal hand moving towards her chest. It pressed against her, not caring for flesh, and sunk deep within her. It almost seemed to be searching for something inside of her, bones clenching around it as it pulled. Out and out he took his hand, bones wrapped around a small iron chain. He pulled until the chain stopped, an iron plate afixed in her chest. With one last look he gave her a nod and injected himself into the chain.
Suddenly mouths started to appear on the chain, a few at first but slowly growing out of hand. More and more appeared as they started to eat the chain and themselves, dull iron disappearing as the chain got smaller and smaller. He watched, slightly curious at the process as the chain reached the base of the links and a white mass started to form around her face.
She was turning, she was hollowing....she was going to be perfect.
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Aug 21, 2022 14:23:28 GMT -5
The sound of clinking as she felt something within her be pulled by the creature. The rattling unheard by the men above her, something most likely invisible to their eyes. Was she that close to death that her perpetrators couldn't see or hear the chains being pulled from her? Could they not see the creature beside them doing these actions? The lavender haired woman gasped at the sight of chains and the numb tug of the pulling reached their limit. Her eyes looked up at the masked creature as it nodded at her, taking in her answer for power.
Then she felt the sheer terror of seeing the chains form mouths and eat the dull metal of it. The mouths are ravenous and doubling in numbers. An ominous hunger as they continued to eat until they reached the base of the plate. Her mouth opened as she felt a gasp escape and something more followed along.
There was something forming over her face, she couldn't see what it was but that was the least of her concerns. She felt herself coursing with a burning sensation through her body, energy seeping through her core and then as a loud monstrous howl escaped from her lips that were gasping from the strain of the energy. She felt like she would burst!
...foreshadowing as the energy collapsed and caused an implosion to occur. The men were in disbelief as they were blown back by an unknown force. They scanned the room as they scrambled to stand up, adrenaline coursing through them as they turned their heads. One key detail was missing in the room: the woman's body. Unbeknownst to the mortals,the energy had created something monstrous. What had been human had now been a masked beast with claws. Resembling a carnivorous bat with an extra set of arms had been clinging to the ceiling and watching the men horrified over the missing body. The unknown can be a terrifying thing, especially if their victim disappears and perhaps comes back to bite them in the ass.
Well, bite them in their jugular for this instance. The woman turned into something that gave her the strength to bring the retribution these men deserved. The blood that sprayed from the first kill was enough to rouse a hunger she had never felt before. The next few minutes were filled with the crunching of bones and wet squelch of blood painting the floor and walls as the newly made hollow ate the weak souls of the newly deceased men. She had almost forgotten her savior as she took her fill of a meal. Then she turned her masked face, watching the other man cautiously as the moments before replayed in her mind.
"Why?"
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Aug 21, 2022 15:44:36 GMT -5
The hooded figure stood there for the several long minutes it took for the being infront of him. It seemed almost a piece of the scenery, a mountain standing against the flow of time. It didn't interact as the screams came, the blood flower, and the cries for help stopped. Even after those dead things had risen from what once had been their bodies as plus', pure souls, and could see him. He'd have seen fear in their eyes then as they realized a little of what was happening. Still, even as one grabbed at his cloak, he remained still and silent.
Then it spoke, the bat thing asking him the question first on her mind yet farthest from necessity. The Hollow, for that is what they both were now, raised a bony hand and pointed at the hole in the bat's chest, then at his own just below his neck. "YOU HAVE NEED, DESPAIR, HUNGER" it waved a hand at the dead bodies around them. "YOU WILL FEED, GROW STRONGER."
The Hollow moved a hand to its side, bones wrapping around the sword there. As he pulled it the immaculate blade would give the newborn a sense of wrongness, of opposite to herself. No normal blade by far...but the blade of a shinigami. It presented the blade, turning it so the flat of the blade was towards her, using it as a mirror. "YOUR MASK" his other hand moved to his own face, the visage of a skull. "HIDES YOUR SHAME AND DESPAIR."
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Aug 21, 2022 20:30:32 GMT -5
She could only tilt her head as a response to what the skeletal creature had said. Questions left unsaid as she approached the other figure, extending her clawed hand and stopped mere centimeters from his mask. Curiosity and intrigue over the figure's appearance. Did she look different too? Her clawed hand lowered itself as she observed the other. Everything he had said was accurate to the sensations she had felt while turning.
The need to eat. The hunger. The power.
Things that were amplified in this form as she had desired the power to live and the power she needed had been granted to her. Yet, this mere existence to continue striving for more was something she hadn't thought about in the moment the option was offered to her. She could only heave a sigh at the situation presented to her and live with the consequences of her actions.
Her mask hid her shame and despair? Then when will she be freed of such an accursed thing?
"Will this shame continue to hide itself? If it were up to me, I'd rather accept the shame if it meant growing stronger for my own reasons. Hunger and shame? Then I will satiate it and grow past the feeling of shame. It is unnecessary if it will hinder me." Her voice almost seemed ghostly with the lingering echo, something she will have to grow accustomed to if this would be her new existence. If this was her new life, why did this creature before her help her? Will he ever answer that question?
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Aug 21, 2022 22:21:08 GMT -5
"YOU FEEL THAT WAY NOW...BUT YOU NO LONGER AGE, YOU WILL FEEL DIFFERENT GIVEN TIME." the hollow would say as it talked with the newborn. Words almost seemed to come slowly to it, as if it wasn't used to speaking. Yet the more it spoke, the more words and the quicker it seemed to come. "THERE ARE WAYS...TO BECOME MORE OF WHAT YOU WERE WHILE KEEPING PART OF WHAT YOU ARE NOW." His hand left the scythe, the tool staying straight up in the air. He put the sword away and moved both hands to his hood and moved it down. "BUT TO DO SO SAFELY...YOU MUST BECOME LIKE ME." He he grabbed the scythe and held out a hand to the newborn. "I WILL SHOW YOU HOW."
As she took his hand the two would disappear, the evil spirit's fast movement technique taking them away from the site of her death and rebirth to an almost similar scene...if it had been multiplied a thousand-fold. As the hollows stepped onto the battlefield, they would find the sense of death, destruction, and suffering quite overwhelming. Yet the older of them, the one who had done this a thousand thousand times knew where to go and what to look for. Stepping from one corpse to another he found it...a man with a chain coming out of his chest...tiny mouths on it.
Would she feel pity for this thing that was still half born after its first death? Would she let her hunger consume her. What reason did she have and what amount of it would she retain when surrounded like this. He held out a hand to stop her from stepping forward. "WAIT, WHEN IT IS DONE, FEED"
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Aug 24, 2022 21:45:43 GMT -5
The whole moment the creature began speaking slowly, explaining her current situation better and to better understand her current thoughts on the matter as something to be improved upon and to be more open minded. She was no longer human, she would no longer age, she would be different but keep the same of her human traits if she were to become like the odd creature before her. Her hand held onto his as he travelled to a similar scene to her new life's beginning. Her head turned to a man under the same predicament as she had been, changing and becoming new.
A deep feeling of craving seemed to bloom in her, like the primal instinct of simple hunger. Before she could take the easy meal, she was held back by the creature and she obeyed. If waiting was his advice, then she will listen and learn from him. After all, he had brought her into this new form and he had lived in this situation longer than her from the way he spoke of her transformation.
Once the chains dwindled and the soul imploded, she stood still as she turned her head waiting to see if they would appear before them or elsewhere. Wanting to eat, wanting to tear and feeling antsy for whatever this rushing energy was forming from the changed soul.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Sept 5, 2022 16:56:49 GMT -5
The soul before them screamed, the chain reaching the base and twisting the plus, soul, being in front of them into something utterly inhuman and alien to Milo mere days ago. Hollows were ever so similar to animals it seemed that their forms mimicked them, in this one it was a tiger. Sleek and powerful, the new hollow rose up, teeth bared, as rows and rows of teeth beyond the mask it now wore showed. "LIKE YOU" the hollow master would say, moving a hand forward. It released the smallest fraction of its power, the air filling with a cacophony of screams and pressure as the tiger hollow was flattened to the ground. "PURE SOULS WILL SUSTAIN YOU," he'd voice, the sounds coming from everywhere around them. "BUT STRONG SOULS, THE DEPRAIVED, THE ONES IN BLACK ROBES....THEY WILL MAKE YOU STRONGER."
He let his scythe fall, removing the hollow's weapons as it did. Perhaps it might one day acquire regeneration...but such a new babe would be unable to protect itself so. "WHEN YOU CONSUME MORE YOU WILL GROW, EVOLVE." he held up a hand, three fingers displayed. "FIRST YOU WILL BE LARGE, A TOWER. SECOND YOU WILL GROW PROTECTED, COVERED IN BONE. FINALLY YOU WILL BE SMALL, AS YOU ONCE WERE." in that last line he held up a hand to his own body. "BUT ONLY IF YOU SURVIVE."
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Sept 6, 2022 7:30:47 GMT -5
The way the beast had contorted and the way the creature that was taking her under his wing flattened the newborn hollow befofe them was frightening. So much strength, such power and such tenacity for survival. If she needed to keep growing and gain more experience in fighting so that she may become a stronger being, then she would do it. She was no longer human, her animalistic hunger screamed at the back of her consciousness and she nodded to everything he was informing her of. Kill or be killed kind of world, nothing different to what...her life as a human was.
Nothing seemingly changed, just her body and her new diet. Would she be able to live up to such a task at hand? She was afraid of disappointing the other but she will do what she can to become strong. She will feast upon souls, tearing whatever stands in her path and find those robed souls and feast upon their corpses.
"I will survive. I will become strong." Her tone was sharp and determined to become something more. She will do it. She will make it possible and she will relish in her newfound strength as her body changes. "I won't disappoint you."
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Sept 6, 2022 18:59:22 GMT -5
The hollow didn't acknowledge the fledgling's words at first. It was thinking back on its life. Back to when it had been nothing more than the thing it now saw before it. How long and how arduous had its journey been? How long until the conviction that it had felt newly turned been eroded away until the calm and cold stoicism facing the world that would never accept it? How long until those hunger pains had found their wait through its heart and mind forcing him to lock them away lest the worse happen and he be lost to both of them as both of them were lost to him? How long?
It didn't know.
"ONE YEAR" The reaper would say, gazing down at the newborn, nodding its head at it. "MEET ME AT THE PLACE YOU DIED, WHERE YOU WERE REBORN." he turned, looking up at the sky to note the arrangement of the heavenly bodies therein. "MEET ME IN ONE YEAR, PROVE YOU CAN SURVIVE AND GROW STRONG, THEN I WILL TEACH YOU MORE."
It turned, leaving the newborn hollow behind. It walked the battlefield, unconcerned with the dying and dead around him, not caring if the new one followed him or not. If one of these spirits rose as a corrupt thing like the two of them he would watch and wonder at what would happen.
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Sept 11, 2022 20:00:21 GMT -5
The silence between them after she spoke was louder than anything else she had ever experienced. Her new body was different, her meals would be of souls, hollows and what would be black robed spirits as well? This would be enough to deter just about anyone, but in comparison to the recently killed hollow before her, she still held her wits. An odd situation she supposed but lucky enough for her to be able to have an edge against the mindless cretins.
Then the other creature spoke. She turned to him, tilting her head in curiosity at his words. One year. She had to survive for one year? That was her goal for now.
"One year it is then. I will become strong...I," The bat-like hollow paused before she turned her back towards the tall figure, "I will come to meet you at my rebirth place. If I do not arrive for that fateful day, then I will fail in keeping a simple little promise."
As they stepped away from one another and walked their separate ways, she had already felt the loneliness settle. She would be alone in her path to stay alive. She would have to endure so much alone, yet this only meant she would become a more resilient force to be reckoned with. She would make sure to leave nothing behind. She would not want to be a hindrance to the taller creature and she proceeded to flap her wings and fly away from where they stood.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Sept 13, 2022 14:33:37 GMT -5
A year for them to part, a year for them to meet again. What was so little a time for an ancient such as him? He had spent more than 600 years upon this world and many others, what was one year to him? Nothing. There were few who could challenge a being such as him, few who could entertain, few who could prove themselves worth his attention. Yet it wasn't so for the young, the new and bold. While lesser hollows may weep and die in his simple presence they might claw and scratch at the newborns. In one year he would find what this newborn had in their veins, in one year he might learn what it was to once again feel the world brand new. It was either that or the common disappointment he had come to expect from these nights, that one of their race intelligent and rare would be snuffed out by the beasts of rage, need of hunger.
He opened a portal in the sky, giving one last look to the little hollow that now made its way through the world. What would it learn...where would it go. He was curious to hear its tale but he had other things to do, other things to contemplate. He only hoped what he had just done hadn't been a waste of time.
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Sept 19, 2022 21:50:05 GMT -5
A year, one single year of many days coming and going. How the seasons came and went as the hours passed and even began to mix with one another as she tread upon her chosen path. A sick and twisted joy formed within herself as she snuck onto unsuspecting prey of her own kind, the pluses and the uniquely robed spirits that wielded their swords proudly.
Her hunger continuously filled but never yet satisfied. Her fangs and sharp claws ripped and grabbed at every prey she managed to catch and charm them into paralysis so she could feed. She was a crafty killer, a predator made for ambushing and rarely exerting herself on the small fry.
In one year she had honed her craft of ambushing her prey, and so she ate and she grew. Perhaps her form changed but those changes were most likely lost onto her as she fought for her survival. She was not going to let this life make her into a disappointment.
As she made her way to the meeting place of her death and rebirth, she walked at a leisurely pace. She was most excited and anxious as to reuniting with the very being that saved her that day. She hoped to not having become a disappointment in the other's eyes, for it would be too much to bear by herself. She just wanted a sense of belonging and craved for that hole to be filled.
She stopped at the exact spot, looked around and sighed as there was no sight of the thin creature of her past. Perhaps she...she took too long? Perhaps she failed in some way? It was nerve wracking just waiting for the other to appear.
Her sense of belonging was slipping away the more time ticked away.
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