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Adular would sit still, motionless, his body placed firmly on a piece of dark maroon rock. Honestly, hell was quite boring, perhaps he hadn’t run into the right warriors? He certainly expected to be fighting far more people, and he didn’t count that lesser warrior’s skirmish, Kira, as a fight, as interesting as her techniques may have been. That encounter was actually quite… Horrible, really. She left him with more questions than answers, and a less that satisfactory fight. A humorous thought would suddenly pop into Adular’s head, chuckling to himself, Adular would cross his arms and mutter outloud, “I suppose that’s how things are supposed to be in hell…”
After a moment of silence, Adular would uncross his arms, squinting his eyes and looking up, “...Suppose the same goes for why the sky is such a grating shade of piss yellow.” He’d grimace, it wasn’t at all pleasant on the eyes. Adular’s hand would curl, forming into a fist as he felt a small surge of anger building up. Though he’d quickly advert his eyes from the sky, letting his nose flare as he exhaled. It was stupid to waste his anger on the color of the sky, even if it was such a dumb, aggravating sulfuric yellow.
Slowly, he’d let a deep breath of air escape his lips, exhaling and clearing his head. Now, he should get back to wandering, and trying to figure out what Kira had clued him on.
How he could escape hell.
But for now, he was somewhat clueless on how to achieve said goal. So all the direction he had was to find someone who would know, as little direction as that was. But, he had nothing else to do, so with little options, quietly, Adular would stand up, stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders. Finally, he would get moving, placing his thumbs in his sash and resting his hands. Beginning to take steps away from the stone he sat on, keeping a consistent, slow pace as he distanced himself from his resting place. Taking no backwards glance as he walked, keeping a focused, unblinking glare on the way ahead…
…
...Thirty minutes would pass, thirty minutes of uneventful movement. But to Adular, this thirty minutes may as well have been thirty lifetimes, he grew tired of wandering, but he didn’t see anyone, not yet. Adular would grimace to himself, has he been just so unlucky that he somehow, missed everyone in hell? Of course, he saw some, beings, but none worth his time. Pausing to think, Adular would let a long, exasperated exhale out, his eyebrows squeezing together, “Damn…”
Frankly, the more Adular thought about his scenario, the more and more he realized how absolutely shitty it was. Beginning to grit his teeth, Adular would start to think about why he was in this mess in the first place… That Duke, that damned Duke… Who DID this, who, wouldn’t, just, die-
-Without a moment's notice, Adular would suddenly freeze up, his body wobbling around as he lost motion. His eyes fading to a pale white as color drained from his body. Desperately trying to avoid damaging himself from a fall, Adular would crouch down, keeling over with his palms laid out flat on the ground. “W-What is this… What is this…” Adular would wheeze out in confusion and surprise as his body shook and a thought surfaced from the depths of his mind. But no, not a thought, but a memory.
It could be recalled with crystal clear precision, a pristine, ornate, dark-grey and blue room. There he sat, his body locked to a chair so disgustingly glamorous, it could have been a throne. A hole in the back of the chair where his incubator rested so vulnerably, “N-No… No, no…” Adular would begin banging on his head with his fists, yelling out in dismay, “Guaahhh!!” Qucikly breaking out into a maniacal shaking of his head, Adular would try everything to distract himself, going so far as to smash his head against the ground. Though slowly, the memory would fade away. Stopping before it could progress any further. Adular would begin to collect himself, he was not ready to relieve that, he would never be.
Taking quite a few, deep, raspy breaths, Adular would push himself from the ground, his palms shaking, but soon stabilizing. First taking a knee, he’d slowly stand up, taking time to make sure his footing was good before standing up completely straight. Adular would still be in shock from the resurgence of the memory, but he would do his damndest to ignore it.
His death, was hardly a pleasant memory. Stamina: 4/4 Base PL: 101,734 PERM PL: 1,017,340 Mohs Hardness Scale [x10] Techniques Used:
Within the depths of the Abyss is where the goddess had chose to reside today, dedicating her time to some home projects that she could quite easily invest herself in without some elaborate plan to break out of Hell. Now normally, the deepest depths of Nareli's home wouldn't perceivable to any mortal eyes. To gaze to these depths would lead to certain madness, or at best, eyeballs exploding.. or melting. Nareli had never watched somebody that was stupid enough to do it, and those that did had their 'corpses' quickly retrieved by the Abyss's inhabitants; one of Nareli's beloved, deranged children. However for the sake of visual, think of it as an endless black void. Blacker than black. Nareli herself stood over something of a surgery table, with a little desk nearby, a tray of tools placed atop of it. The tools weren't quite like what one might see during a normal, proper procedure though. These tools clearly weren't designed with the comfort of sleeping patients in mind. And given the nature of Hell, these were all made from either sharpened stone or from strange metal ranging in dark colors between maroon and jet black.
"Bah, do I really have to go hunting a pair of humanoid legs down? You're a rather difficult patron here, buddy!" Nareli playfully tapped the jaw of the decomposed skeleton laid across her table, a quite small skeleton at that. Missing quite a few of its pieces on top of that. Some of the darkened bones held tatters of old bandages or worn out black cloth, with the faintest hints of what once might have been white or purple trimming. One may wonder what Nareli aimed to do with a set of surgical tools and a decomposed skeleton, but then one might also earn a valuable lesson as a response. Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to.
She was working away on her secret when she felt it. The anguish of s being tormented by his memories. Even better, a spirit struggling with their own death! With just a bit of concentration and her own unconstrained excitement, she reached out with her mind to tap at the vulnerable mind of this.. Adular. A wicked grin spread across her face as her infamous mental tendrils sank into the Bijou's mind, latching onto and then grasping desperately for that image of the ornate room. Adular might be fine for the moment, but Nareli wasn't done with him. She seemed to appear as if from shadows, coming in from behind Adular, hovering some inches off the ground to accommodate for his height. Her hands were placed on his shoulders, a wicked smile only a real maniac was capable of pulling off spread across her apparently young face. For the moment, she appeared much younger than if she were to be at full power. Though maybe that might just boost her intimidation factor.
"Well aren't you just a treat." She hissed right by the Bijou's ear, like a siren that had a hold of a soon to be devoured sailor. "So powerful, so haunted.. Why haven't I gotten my mitts on you yet, hmm?" She added on, and though she might be described as a siren, in this instance it may be more accurate to say she was like a viper. One that was about to sink it's teeth into its prize. Little did Adular know, Nareli kept hold of that image of the blue and grey ornate room. She wanted more, and she would force it if need be. For now, though..
Adular would slowly begin shaking his head in an unthinking, idle attempt to keep his focus off the memory, anything, to not return to that place. He'd continue to deter his memories, taking a quick moment to look himself over, noticing that the lower half of his Gi had been dirtied while had been on the ground, he'd slowly bend over, dusting them off by the knees.
Quickly, taking a shaky breath outwards, trying, somewhat pitifully, to keep his mind focused on other things, Adular would examine his surroundings viewing the atrocious landscape that was hell. Finally, he'd begin walking again, rubbing his temples as he did so, even just revisiting the location in which his death took place felt worse than a shot to the head, and made him easily one hundred times more enraged.
"What was that." These three words repeated themselves in a rhythmic pattern, dancing around in Adular's mind like a tango of trauma. Of course, he knew what it was, but why was it coming to him, or rather even, how? He hated this sudden feeling of paranoia and unsureness that befell him, from this event, he was the master of his mind, it wasn't the other way around.
After a moment of walking and self-directed anger, Adular's mind would slowly trail off into a different thought, Adular would close his eyes, appreciating the small moment of respite that broke up the inexplicable resurgence of his trauma. He'd exhale, opening his eyes and continuing to walk, but like a knife through the chest before he could take more than three steps, he'd feel it, it was burning, burning through his mind, it was forced into his eyes, forced into focus.
He could see it, hear it, and very, very well feel it.
"W-What... Guh-Guhh…" Adular would mutter out in a slurred shock, seeing the image peel it’s way back into his head, the dark-grey ornate room, "N-Nugh… N-No!" He'd grip onto his head, closing both his hands onto each side. His breath would very suddenly and quite vastly increase in both speed and fear, his head was pounding, his heart was heavy, he felt that he was growing weaker by the second.
Ornate dark-grey blue room.
Death.
Failure.
Executioner.
Without a moment's more of notice, Adular's body would rock and sway from side to side, his body desperately trying to keep him up, his legs moving left and right to balance himself out. Slowly, he would regain control over his body, but yet, his mind was still unchained, untamed, it was killing him. Adular would grip onto his forehead with his hand, taking a deep breath before his breath was abruptly cut off, instead taking a sharp inhale as he felt a pair of hands placed on his shoulders. Spontaneously acting off of pure instinct, Adular would shake his shoulders to throw this mysterious figure’s hands off of him, quickly backing away and turning around, being more than quite confused by what he saw. While he had no expectations for who was behind him, the woman that placed herself before him, at least, from his perception alone, seemed, passive, dare he say even innocent. Though with a continuously bubbling bad feeling in his stomach, he knew that it wouldn’t be the case. Slowly, he'd try to breathe his way from the trauma, finding himself failing, the thought wasn't going away.
Dark-Grey Ornate Room.
It still remained.
“Who… The fuck, are you?” Adular would mutter out to the woman, his current mood souring any pleasantries that he may have at the very least attempted to put on. He'd freeze in place as she walked near him and spoke into his ear, the words she said, getting her mitts on him, how come she hasn't seen him before, normally he'd be unphased by such odd comments directed to himself, but well, this wasn't normal. He'd look onto the woman, a total look of bewilderment and… With a break of his demeanour showing, fear, clear in his eyes.
Then, she would, offer him tea? He… ...He had no idea how to react, the comfort that he had previously shown completely shattered. His mind stuck on his death, the horrific room of his end. All while his body shook, and his chest couldn't be any more tense, he'd sigh out with a shaky breath, “Why fucking not…” Stamina: 4/4 Base PL: 101,734 PERM PL: 1,017,340 Mohs Hardness Scale [x10] Techniques Used:
His attempts to shake and move her away would all be in vain, he might be stronger, but in his current state he was nowhere near Nareli's level of agility. She saw those memories through his eyes, the negativity feeding her, sating her darkest of hungers as she drifted carefully up and over him as he would attempt to back into her. A fluid movement, with an almost unsettling sort of grace. The wicked smile across her falsely young face never once went away, as if she found this all to be a sort of game- nothing more than entertainment to lighten up this dull prison for the universe's wicked souls. "Think of me.. As a healer! That's what you want to hear, isn't it?" She giggled, with an absolutely unnecessary level of audible joy to go with it. She couldn't help herself! The other lone wandering souls of this place had plenty of negativity to her to keep her fed and happy, but this man was something special. She felt as if she had just struck oil, or gold! "You're much too old looking for me to use the old Santa Claus trick.. But that doesn't mean I can't give you wonderful gifts, all in exchange for what you're keeping innn.. here!" She leaned forward, extending a finger and pretty much jabbing Adular on the forehead. "Oh.. Maybe a genie in a lamp would make a good comparison? 'Course, I don't always need to be rubbed a little bit, and you're almost certainly not the type to want to rub up on this form." Her giggles turned to something more of mad cackling, as she found hilarity in her own twisted little humor. Aside from her own jokes though, she was taking a great deal of joy from causing this Bijou visible distress and pain. Because she was the one who put it there. Like insects crawling around inside his skull, getting their spindly little legs all over his brain, she dug into his thoughts and memories and held to the ones that held the most negativity behind them. Especially the one with that ornate room.
"Tea helps with headaches, I hear. And you won't ever get another opportunity to enjoy it down in this little hole, no sir." Her gaze drifted down to his chest, knowing of the tenseness going on within. And how she wished she could just watch it all build to its breaking point and explode.. literally! But no, this one was a keeper. This one had to live, so Nareli's own survival would be guaranteed. And if her chain of luck willed it, he would have so many more other uses to her evil little schemes. Now would be the time to calm, however. She could save her loudest laughter for when her plan here would actually succeed. Just because she had the fish on the hook, didn't mean it was quite out of the water yet. "And after that's all done.. You'll never have to see that dirty old room ever again~ No more guilt, no more pain! Dear lil' me will shoulder aaaaalll that nastiness for you." Her voice was soothing, but unnaturally so, still laced and dripping with venom. Tempting Adular to take a bite of the forbidden fruit, in a manner of speaking.
Adular would take, deep, rattling breaths, every inhale only pushing him down further into this abyssal, deep dark memory, every exhale escaping his lips while simultaneously rattling his body, shaking it to it's core. Despite their height difference, EVEN as he looked down at her, EVEN as his physical presence was so much taller compared to hers, she somehow towered over him. He felt less than miniscule from this, almost as if his body kept shrinking proportionately to the growing fear that wracked his soul, and he just kept growing smaller and smaller. His body kept trying to reject this, reject this memory, reject this feeling, reject everything that was happening, he wanted out, but where was out? He'd continue fighting to keep his body up, even as his façade of anger was peeled away, layer by layer, inch by inch, but he wouldn't dare return there, he couldn't, he would never.
Slowly, his eyes would peel even further open as she began to speak, he'd look on in shock and confusion, "H-Healer, what the fuck- Who the- What the fuck are you talking about?!-" Adular would yell in a sudden outburst, electricity flaring around his body as he gave a useless display of his power, Adular was never put in such a circumstance, and all he could do was lash out, "I don't give a shit about any santa, just... Shut up!" He'd quickly swat away her finger from his forehead, not even a grab, not even much violence, he simply couldn't gather the energy to. As she kept talking, the appearance he put up, one someone in control, someone who was angry, someone who wouldn't be pushed by someone a fraction of his size, it all, oh so quickly melted down, "SHUT THE HELL UP!" In a quick wave of his hand, spikes of crystal spirals would form from the ground, shooting their way up to Nareli, but stopping. He'd be visibly, oh so visibly terrified, his body shaking with every breath, his eyes twitching as he stared onto this woman before him. This murderer, this careless kill happy warrior, made for death, made for battle, he was rendered to nothing but a cornered animal, and all because,
of an Ornate Room.
He'd continue his slight hyperventilation as she seemed to cackle, laugh like a madwoman, she was a maniac, a true maniac, she even seemed to get happier and happier as Adular continued to break, she was horrifying. He'd grimace as Nareli began to talk once again, her words enough to disturb his focus and cause the spikes of diamond to break away into dust, floating away into the wind. He'd let his head slump down, his mind and spirit quickly growing more and more defeated, "...Shut up about your tea... I-I... I don't care about your tea!" He'd close his eyes, squinting as his head tensed, seeming almost on the verge of tears from what he was experiencing. He'd look to her, eyes wet and shaking, he'd say nothing, instead remaining silent and letting her speak.
Once she had finished her speaking, Adular, emotionally distraught, spirit torn and broken, soul and mind only steps away from the same fate, would take a deep breath, he'd remain without a word spoken, but his eyes said everything. Finally, his head would drift down, he was defeated, he had nothing more to say. Stamina: 4/4 Base PL: 101,734 PERM PL: 1,017,340 Mohs Hardness Scale [x10] Techniques Used:
As those spikes shot up with intent to wound the small goddess, she moved with an abnormal grace, simply raising her legs just barely out of their range and when they had stopped she lowered herself down to perch atop them much like a bird.. Or perhaps one might even describe her as a malicious sort of gargoyle. "You look defeated, but you aren't yet defeated. Are no? No sir, there's more in you than that. I can feel it- Feed off it, gain power from it.. Perhaps I could bend and mold you until you've done the same? Perhaps not in the same fashion, but, hmm.." She contemplated for a moment, her deep, indigo eyes never breaking contact with Adular until he had lowered his head. They were bottomless, much like the abyss, and yet full to the brim with all sorts of unspeakable evils. With their height difference though, she could dip down and peek up at him, forcing him to keep on looking into those eyes of hers. "No tea then? Are you a man that's more for cutting to business? I certainly wouldn't mind that. Saves me the trouble of buttering you up before I take what I want. What I need." She enjoyed the power she held over Adular, to a point of darker and unspeakable satisfaction. Nareli was a messed up little goddess to be certain, but she was not lying when she hinted at offering the Bijou some form of freedom from his guilt and his woes.
Adular would grimace, his tear dripping eyes - his stare shooting up to Nareli, the perch she had placed herself being just enough to raise her above him. He felt it, the difference in their strength nor stature mattered here, she was towering over him, he was defenseless. He'd take a breath, his chest sucking in, and pushing out. Why, why was... This, he couldn't even structure together what "This" was. Though he knew what it was, he was being broken. Shattered like the gem he was.
He was terrified.
He was angry.
He'd glance up to her.
But,
he'd say nothing.
Adular would grit his teeth, crumpling further, "Shut, shut up... Just, shut up!" He'd whimper, his tone jumping from one of a vulnerable child, to one of a man who knows nothing but rage. It was funny, in truth, Adular was a little bit of both. He'd look up to Nareli, tears streaming from the side of his face as he gripped on his hair, "I-I..." Adular would scream out in a burst of emotion, slamming his head down on the floor, raising it up to show cracked skin, a bejeweled cranium's outer layer shaved. Showing the dazzling gem underneath.
"...I- Please, stop this, I don't want to remember this." He'd let out a whimper of fear, like a hurt puppy, who knew he was beyond saving.
"I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER! I DON'T WANT THIS PAIN!" Adular would rip through the solemnness of their conversation, a massive pulse of hysteria and ki displacing the area around him, but leaving Nareli unmoved.
...
"...What do you need." He'd quietly whisper out, his voice lacking all anger, there wasn't a fire of rage left, but there was a scorched soul left behind. Stamina: 4/4 Base PL: 101,734 PERM PL: 1,017,340 Mohs Hardness Scale [x10] Techniques Used:
"Give in to me. Give me your pain, and I'll replace it with something even better." Nareli spoke softly, reaching down to place her hands on Adular's face, cupping his cheeks. She made it sound simple, perhaps even appealing. It couldn't be as simple as that though, could it? Even now, the pain and negativity Adular felt and displayed gave her strength. Usually, when Nareli consumed the negativity from a soul, they would vanish from existence- Adular was special though, he was still here.. still feeding Nareli's dark hunger. "Become mine and I'll give you everything you've ever wanted and more, you just have to say yes, and then obey me." Broken as he was, Adular may mistake Nareli's smile for something soft, warm and inviting. But anyone with clarity of mind could see her true intentions written all over her face- feel the evil she exuded so strongly.
With Adular under her belt.. She could complete her mortal body and be freed from the shackles of a Kai. She may lose her power in the process, but it was something she's always wanted. Finally, she can make her dream come true. "Come to me. Clear your mind and receive my blessing, Adular. I'll make everything better." More honeyed words with that audible lacing of venom. She made lots of promises, but could she really be trusted to follow through on them? She could take away the pain, or she might just make it even worse. Adular wouldn't really get to know for sure unless he accepted though, wouldn't he?
...There'd be silence, no response, the shattered gem laying defeated with his body slumped limp. He would barely move, barely even breathe, a slight inhalation, his eyes moved, scaling up the wall that was his eyelids to look to Nareli, this demon, this corrupt goddess, this perversion of morals and humanity, and.
"Yes... I... Take this pain away from me, I just can't... I can't... I can't stand this." He'd take a deep breath, breathing in, then out, in, then out, "This pain, this agony, this slow stabbing sensation, I- I can't bare it! It drives me mad! It- It..." He'd slow his breathing, closing his eyes as tears of hatred and spite dripped down, watering the ground with his torment, this memory, it... It flooded back to him.
An ornate room, an official standing abreast to a restrained Adular, he was held, stuck, every limb stretched and pulled on by the vigorous tightening force of the alien metal chains that had him in place. It wasn't a place for an execution, there were banners, blue flowing banners, like water, an ornate table, carved of marble and resin, a plate of food on it, yet to be eaten, and a bed. Adular would let out a wild yell, screaming as he tried to rip free from the chains that held him, roaring like a monster against this disgrace, this indignation.
A man wearing an official's robe would look up to Adular, his face painted with disgust and his body stained with uncomfort, he'd look up to the detained Adular, clearing his throat and talking aloud, "Adular, under the convictions of mass murder, high treason, and attempted regicide, your execution has been ordered from the king you so tried to kill. You have no grounds to refute these claims, and as such, this execution is to go underway without interruption. Lord have mercy on you, but I doubt he has that much mercy to spare." The man would walk out of the room, as two people, features indiscernible would enter the room, wearing the unmistakable gowns of executioners. Adular wouldn't respond, he wouldn't react, he didn't want to grace those bastards with it.
The two executioners would hold a tool, something that appeared to be a mix of a drill and a sword, they'd walk behind adular, cutting open the back of his shirt. Few thoughts raced in Adular's mind, uncertainty, blind hatred, and denial of this fate that was brought before him, he'd break out, they wouldn't be able to hold hi-
Hi- Hi... Him...
Adular would be gasping for air, as if his lungs were punctured it'd all leak out as soon as he breathed in, he'd feel a pain unbearable, nearly indescribable, it was a mix of sheer uncomfort, as if a centipede bit into the soft skin underneath the fingernails, as if rocks were placed on the back of his neck, as if a fine scalpel blade scraped upwards on the vertebrae of his spine. He'd be in shock, this pain, this feeling he never could have experienced, this agony, why- why. But all the sudden, it intensified. A scream of fear and wrenching agony ripping open tears of pain and burning sensations. It wasn't real, it couldn't be real, it's not that it was dreamlike no, it's that it was too harsh, too painful, too cruel for life, this feeling that no one should have had to feel.
And as the blade barely pierced the surface, this pain wouldn't cease,
and it would drill deeper, and deeper
for hours, and hours,
till the pain finally ceased.
"This... This... Pain, I want to be better, I want this to go away... I-I... I... ..am yours..." He'd speak, his tone growing weaker by the second, his soul and mind worn from the torment that had resurged in the memory, his body, defeated.
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