Despite Our Best Efforts (Open/Diana/RoD)

Nareli paused when she heard the voice of the Grand Supreme within her mind. An instinctive response that disgusted her and  that she would soon do away with or die trying- wait, what? She shook her head, trying to rid herself of these rebellious thoughts. She was down here to rid herself of this negativity not to embrace it. Where was this coming from? Her brow furrowed, her expression twisting back into the visage of mixed negativity. Dying would be pointless even if it were to hold some sort of silly meaning! It'd put her under a much harsher form of Diana's authority that made Nareli's lip curl back in a snarl mixing with her already present expression. An expression that challenged the Kai that couldn't even presently see it. When she opened her mind to respond, Diana could feel the Kai's negativity try to seep in like oil in water for a lack of better explanation. It was like dark tendrils would try very hard to wriggle their way through her mental barriers and attack at the Grand Kai's deepest most darkest thoughts, as if the Shinjin's corruption were an infectious disease- though it was rather much closer to a brain parasite in nature and the way it was described rather than some kind of bacteria or fungus. It wasn't intentional, Nareli could say that much, but she couldn't say that she wouldn't love to have Diana understand how Nareli felt and why she felt that way. ["There isn't a point in talking anymore, and you know it. Just let me DO THIS, Diana! I.."] 

Nareli paused, a horrified expression replacing her current one as if some piece of the fake persona she had been creating since day one were peeking through and trying to dissuade her. Not that it would work, ultimately. She wanted to promise to Diana that she could set things to the way they should be- but was that really the proper way? Would that be the way that would make everyone happy? The Shinjin clenched her teeth as she struggled with the thought, her mind still open to the Grand Supreme letting her feel the overwhelming amount of conflicting thoughts and emotions that might just prove too much to bear, seeing as Nareli herself certainly couldn't bear them, otherwise she wouldn't even be here right now. ["I need.. to vent. I need to. Talking and hugging it out hasn't helped, and if it did it was only temporary."] The Kai finally formed a coherent sentence, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes as her thoughts would seem to calm for a moment before the negativity and corruption would resurface, feeling much more like a concentrated spike rather than tendrils. 

["I need to kill."]

The soft silver color of Nareli's eyes was replaced with something hazier and more purple, a color and image that displayed lust of many forms. Diana may not see it, but she could most certainly feel it. Feel what Nareli couldn't control that currently tried to attack at the Grand Supreme's own mind, as well. That last thought travelled beyond just the Grand Supreme, as the desperate corrupted Shinjin reached out for validation from a third party. One that she thought would quit holding her back, maybe try to find reason and solution within all that negativity. Nareli's thoughts were unreasonable and illogical, but would that not be expected of someone who was suffering from a terribly painful loneliness? The more reasonable part of her mind knew that she wold receive no support and that she would instead be taken advantage of.. But by this point, she couldn't care less. The loneliness and mental instability had driven her to a point of insanity it didn't seem like there was any coming back from.

Nakiya

WC: 633

Only once did Rival ever find himself at a loss for words within such a cesspool, Hell wasn't quite the groundbreaking place that people assumed it to be. In his experience this place wasn't quite anything to marvel over, most that Rival could find here were wannabe villains, and cowards claiming to have been wrongfully sent here as if the judicial system of Hell was somehow flawed. Rival couldn't understand how people, even when tried and proven guilty, would still stand to claim their innocence as if it would be enough to rally an army to break them from Hell itself. Energies weaker than a AA battery was the ongoing trend in Hell, it seemed, everything everywhere was particularly uninteresting and those of admirable power seemed to rather sit in corners alone or bare fang and snarl at whomever approached, which was quite understandable to the android considering anything and everything bred here was innately hostile like that gumball insect alien that got mad because of curfew and blew up several square miles of its personal paradise. At least monstrous play-doh was no longer a threat to the...'good'...people of the underworld.



Strong power was a rarity in Hell, either from others masking it through some ability they learned in the past as to avoid confrontation, or because there was simply barely any strong individuals in Hell for the reason that they are just too strong to be defeated and are most likely wrecking havoc in some far off planet nobody has ever heard of, gaining far more power and solidifying their immortality until old age would claim them and they would end up in Hell far weaker than their youthful bodies would have been had they met an untimely demise, so it would be a shock to the android when he picked up a power that stood out from the rest, something that didn't quite belong in this plane, it felt alien that much Rival had to admit, he urged himself forward as his curiosity got the better of him the only thing he could think of at this moment was how much he hoped that it wouldn't turn out to be Jube-Jube's massive biker-chick sister carrying more knives than Locke from Lost.



His eyes locked onto the source of the power he could feel, way off in the distance. This one wasn't quite what he would imagine would carry such power, but try as he might he couldn't deny that this...girl of some sort held a power that he found rather impressive, in an almost stalker-ish sort of way had he been capable of feeling but nonetheless he admired this stranger's power and he had to figure out just where it came from, he dangled above the stranger and studied her in an inquisitive manner, judging whether this creature was friend or foe, he would soon find out when he decided to descend, the air whistling around him as it bent to his will in order to accommodate his altitude change, his feet gently planted into the ground and he took note of the being's appearance, and how...ominous it seemed. He couldn't think of much to say, except for the burning question that hung in his mind. "Who are you?" He asked in a near monotonous tone, something in him kept warning Rival that whomever this was, wasn't a person to be trifled with, but his curiousity gained better ground as he longed to discover the source of this being's power, the question he asked wasn't much of a request for a name, but rather what she was, as he saw many different species in Hell but never before did he something like this.

Nareli Kohlrabi