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(OOC: Chronologically this is shortly after Lamashtu's awakening of Gram.)
It was a disappointing day unlike any disappointing other, Hasenya lounged about in the Earth's orbit inside the Incinerator. She drummed her fingers absent-mindedly against the arm of her chair. Despising herself and hating her life, wishing her cousin would just hurry up and save the universe so she could return to being happy again. The view of the stars had long since become ienffective for quelling the boiling rage that threatened to spill over inside of her, a burning hate that rose to the top of her throat as if threatening to make her puke. It was agonizing. Emotional pain and distress to the point of physical numbness. It wasn't something she hadn't felt before, but each time she experienced it she could feel it only getting worse as if she were slowly but surely dying.
Hasenya rose from her seat and stepped away from what once was a calming and beautiful view, then corrupted by her unrequited feelings of anger and hate serving only as a reminder to all of her failures. Excalibur did not accompany her on this venture, rather she left the holy blade in her quarters. Lugging around what she saw as the corpse of her best friend wasn't healthy for her, only piling on to the things that reminded her of how much of a disappointment she was. To herself, to her mother, father.. Chris and Tomina too. The one's of her own timeline, that is. The Tomina of this timeline may enjoy her company now, but some part of Hasenya knew that would only last for so long. Soon, Hasenya would wear out her welcome and be cast aside to return to her lone wandering.
It was then that something deep inside her being.. flinched, for lack of better wording. Something stirring within her heart and soul in such a way that caused her to seek support by putting her hand to a nearby wall and leaning against it, clutching at her chest. She wondered if it could just be that all the things bothering her had reached a peak and decided to send her a jolt of pain, but then she heard a voice followed by feelings of a gluttonous and almost lustful hunger. Something that was out for her blood and her soul. The name forced its way into her mind, but it wasn't like an introduction, it seemed more like an order. An invitation she couldn't refuse.
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A cold chill shuddered through her entire being, making her heart briefly still and her mind alert as if her fight or flight response had just been triggered. Her hands shook and her breathing quickened, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. The hybrid collapsed to her knees, putting the hand that had clutched her chest up to her head. Her body was reacting violently to this, and she couldn't think about the why or how. Her current struggle right then was with felt like an intruder. Something inside her body, crawling along her skin and flowing through her veins. Struggling against herself, Hasenya crawled to the controls of the ship, throwing her arms up onto the dash and putting the ship into a sort of autopilot ordering it to land. It didn't matter where, it just needed to go down now.
Whilst the ship slowly descended to the surface, Hasenya curled up onto the floor beneath her chair. Jerking and twitching, bile leaking from the corner of her lips as she struggled not to keel over and puke her guts out. Her hands traveled up to the sides of her head, clutching at her temples while her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull. A low, pained groan escaped the Elemi while unbearable searing pain coursed throughout her entire body. Her skin became pale, and the area around her eyes darkened as if she hadn't slept properly her whole life. Her skin crawled and boiled, her blood felt like it had been replaced with acid. It was all more than enough to scream, yet just enough that she was stunned and pinned to the floor by it.
Of all the places her ship could've landed, it was landing in the rubble and large crater of what was once East City.
A hissing breath escaped her lips, as the Earthling surveyed the remnants of what was once a magnificent city. The demons had done a very thorough job of eradicating it, she'd give them that. A begrudging sort of admiration for their attention to detail; not a single building was left standing. No chance for survivors. Well, now she was becoming pretty thorough, as well.
She focused, quelling the ever-present whispering in the back of her mind that Gram seemed to bring. Harsh voices, promising despair and ecstasy in equal measures, that she'd grown accustomed to after she started feeding the consciousness inside the wicked blade.
It had been her only companion, these past weeks, as she hunted whatever hint or lead on demons in the area she could. It had led her to several lesser, worthless demonic presences, but ultimately she was no closer to her end goal. Still, each demon slain was more strength added to her blade, and she was rapidly growing attached to the malavolent spirit within it.
She wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but she did know that she was stronger with it than without it. She'd put a little bit of herself into the forging of this blade, and however monstrous it may seem, she wasn't willing to part with it. It was just a tool, like any other. To discard it simply because of the malicious whispers would be folly.
Or rather, that's what she tried to tell herself, as the spirit within the blade went from whispering to screaming, it's harsh cacophony of voices grating on her mind.
Her attention was drawn skyward. Her senses, warped as they were by the presence of Gram, faintly detected something descending towards the ruins of the city. She couldn't quite pinpoint it, nor get a completely accurate measure of it's strength, but if Gram was reacting...
"Demons." The scarred woman snarled with a feral, maddened grin. From off-planet? Now? Had they heard of her hunt? Were they coming to eliminate the threat she posed? She hadn't felt as if she'd made any waves yet, but she'd been wrong before. She reached down and grasped the hilt of her weapon, pulling it up from where she'd rooted it in the rubble. "Very well. Let them come. You will feast tonight, my Gram."
Last Edit: May 8, 2018 19:16:51 GMT -5 by lamashtu
Hasenya continued to writhe and jerk, letting out choked cries and pained gasped while her body continued to fight whatever it was that was inside of her. Her hands moved to her own throat, clawing and pushing against the skin as her veins became visible underneath her skin and bulged out. A deep, dark blue color that no one would be able to miss against her skin that had turned as white as a sheet. The color under her finger nails had changed to reflect this, the dark cerulean color reflected as a sickly blackish teal because of the pale peach color of her fingernails. Even when the Incinerator touched down with the surface, Hasenya continued to fight against herself. She began to mutter, little exasperated whispers that you would only hear come from a person trying to distract themselves from going completely mad. Like counting backwards from one thousand, or other simple math problems. "Like calls to like.. Like calls to like.." She then groaned and cried, her torso jerking forward pushing her into laying on her stomach.
The hybrid curled in on herself, hands held to her temples, clutching and clawing into her scalp while she shivered and shook. Her forehead pressed to the cool metal floor and her back arched slightly while she tucked her knees closer together against her stomach. "Tainted blood.. Tainted blood.." Her heart jumped, thundering, pounding and slamming against her ribcage. 'Your agony will never stop, the pain will not end.' These thoughts and more surged through her mind, firing rapidly to shoot her down and to make her feel even more hopeless. 'Nothing but anguish for the bastard child.' Hasenya then cried, raising her head just to slam it back down against the floor. She screamed for the voices to stop, for her pain to cease, and yet she wouldn't get that release. There was nothing for her but this excruciating torment.
"I have to leave.. I need help." The Elemi whimpered, and with what strength she could muster she forced herself to her feet, using the wall as a support as she stumbled out of the incinerator. Her vision was almost gone, leaving her with having to follow colorful blotches and her own memory of the ship. The ramp leading off was too much for the hindered girl and she ended up tripping, almost throwing herself into the dirt with the speed at which she was trying to move. She landed with a groan, but slowly yet surely she would wrap an arm around herself in some pitiful attempt to quell her pain and using the other free arm to slowly crawl forward. Though given the way she was doing it, it was more of a lurch. She couldn't see and could barely hear beyond the loud, high-pitched ringing accompanied by the constant whispers in her mind. But she had to move, she had to find some kind of help. The Elemi couldn't help but to sob, tears trailing down her paled cheeks, somehow more emphasizing the prominent dark blue veins underneath her skin. Especially around her eyes.
Lamashtu could feel the adrenaline start to pump through her body, a sensation she'd gotten used to over the past few days. Whenever Gram sensed a demon, the spirit within seemed to resonate with her mind, getting her worked up and excited to take it down. She tightened her grip on the hilt of the massive sword, sprinting through the abandoned ruins. She wasn't sure why some lesser demons still made themselves known in the area; it had long since been abandoned by humans.
A fierce laugh ripped from her throat as she leapt over a pile of rubble, one good eye flickering from side to side in an attempt to ferret out the creature. She found herself looking forward to it, reveling in the encounters, the thrill and terror that a fight to the death between a lowly Earthling like herself and a demon brought. Her eye finally found what she was looking for; a strange ship, descending and parking itself right in the center of the ruins. The gall. The audacity.
'This one will SUπ½π½πΌβ.γ
Well, that certainly brought her to a screeching halt. Had that been her thought, or Gram's? She took a moment to allow herself time to calm, heart racing; she'd have to be more careful in the future. It wouldn't help her at all to allow the malevolent entity within free reign over her emotions. She'd need to guard against any more mental manipulation. It was a tool. She wields it, not the other way around.
She steeled herself and slung the blade across her shoulders, eye locked on the landed craft. She tensed, fully prepared to launch a preemptive str--
"...Hasenya?"
Lamashtu was stunned. Her former companion looked awful. She sprinted forward, heedless of Gram's screaming in her mind, all terror and hate and hunger. This was Hasenya! What the hell? No way was she demonic. She needed help, from the look of it. Lamashtu immediately dipped into her ki reserves, prepared to send healing energy into the Elemi--
"Shut the fuck up!" She carelessly threw the sword she'd so carefully crafted aside, the blade sticking tip-down in the earth some distance away. That seemed to silence it, for now, though the muted whispers remained in the back of her mind. She knelt next to the Elemi, frantic, gently embracing the delirious woman.
"Shh, Hasenya, honey, it's okay. It's Lamashtu, hey, remember? The witch-hobbit? The hell happened to you, beanpole?" She uttered, half to herself and half to the girl, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her. Something felt off, felt wrong, but that didn't make any sense.
Hasenya had changed by the time Lamashtu had gotten to her. The girl's skin was literally white. Not a peach color at all, simply snow white like that of a vampire or a corpse that had been dead for a short while. The veins under her skin especially around her eyes, lips, and throat were all a dark teal color and distinctly visible underneath her strange skin. Her eyes were shut and she was shaking her head, swatting at the air as if struggling against something. She even took a bit of a swing at Lamashtu when she had come too close. If Lamashtu had known about it before hand, that dim glow that would be underneath Hasenya's shirt like it normally was had completely died down and there was a distinct lack of warmth when touching the Fire Elemi. Despite her pale skin and cold temperature though, it wasn't hard to tell that she was still alive even if only barely. "Lamashtu.. Lamashtu?" Hasenya muttered and then whimpered, her eyes cracking open and then widening. That fiery crimson red she usually had in her eyes had changed drastically as well, becoming that of a bright rose pink. Her pupils were dialated, with dark blue veins filling the sclera of her eyes connecting to the iris. An intricate web of corruption, far from what was natural in any human being.
"I didn't think.. That you would come back." She simply stated, her voice shaky and weak. The girl's body twitched and jerked both always followed by some noise of pain, as if being administered random electric shocks to various parts of her body. "You left me.. You said you would come back soon, but then you didn't. Just like my mother and everyone else." Her pitched dropped as she spoke, dripping with venom. Like a snake ready to strike out at someone who had stepped on them. The healing Ki administered to her back did nothing for the girl, at least absolutely not what it had been intended to do. The hybrid shrieked in pain, one hand closing over her stomach as she writhed and arched her back. She squirmed and struggled, shaking her head. "You have.. to get away from me. I'm not normal! You should never have come back for me, I'll only hurt you!" Hasenya yelled, clenching her stomach tightly to a point of nearly tearing away the cloth and clawing into the skin of her palms. "It isn't okay.. Nothing will ever be okay for me. My existence is a sin, a crime against creation."
Hasenya clenched her eyes shut once more, continuing to struggle and writhe for all of what no good it did her. "Bastard child.. Seed of sin. Kill it. Kill it." She then spoke again, but it was definitely not a voice of her own. It had almost the same sound, but there was no denying then that something else was at work here. Something beyond Gram, though it only could have been that damnable swords fault. The main trigger of the unbearable, inhuman pain that the Elemi was being forced to fight against.
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