[Ask First] The Blood of the Seraph

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[Ask First] The Blood of the Seraph

Postby Rin Kaenbyou » 02 Dec 2012 08:41

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[[s]Prettiest Kasha ever[/s] Rin Kaenbyou - Shinki]

There weren’t many who’d feel at home in the Makai realm. The daemonic paradise was a seemingly endless horizon of broken steppes of chalk white earth choked in a dark red veil; the crimson miasma rolled over the alien landscape like the ebb and flow of a great ocean of blood. The tide was ever shifting, revealing hidden valleys and glistening jeweled forests of violet amongst the tundra only to pour back over them, shrouding them in an instant. Just past the steppes and the forests was the source of the miasma, a dark scarlet ocean, upon which were broad crystalline glaciers and massive sheets of a translucent substance the shade of the palest amethyst. And beyond still, on a mountainous island in the center of the ocean was the Fortress of Pandaemonium. The crown jewel of Makai, the anchor of its existence and seat of its creator, the daemon queen Shinki.

The fortress was a city in itself, comprised of a series of six concentric tiers and was home to a legion of makai creatures. The very summit of which was crowned by the Shinki’s citadel, resting like a grand diamond in a tiara of platinum. Shinki’s palace was an ever-radiant beacon in the midst of the desolate land; The broad corona of light around her spire was a constant assurance to her children of her presence and protection. Though the goddess had a keen appreciation for the importance of symbols, Shinki herself had little use for frivolous costumes, choosing instead to don a simple (well simple for a goddess) mantled robe of deep red with broad sleeves and trimmed in silver, with silver piping and filigree embellishments around the wrists and neck. Also about her neck was a black scarf cinched by a jeweled brooch.

She boasted no crown or symbol of office, but bore a serene majesty as her diadem. The image was almost ruined by the locks of hair bound in a sidetail. Almost. Its addition to her appearance seemed to delight Yumeko to no end, and secretly Shinki herself had grown to become fond of it. It would be a fatal mistake to take her for a fool, or her serenity and grace as marks of limitless benevolence. She wasn’t known as the daemon queen without reason.

Shinki continued to walk the corridors of her home reflecting upon the course of events soon to come. The spheres had been set to motion, now all that was left was to place the last piece. There was a brilliant gem in the palm of her hand and she caressed it with the other, delicately doting over it as one might a small kitten. She had not been wandering her palace’s halls without purpose, and she soon found herself on the highest of her private terraces. It was one of her favourite spots. Her attention turned to deep azure gem as she clung it close to her bosom. “My dear child... it has come time for you live again. Please be patient just a little longer.” Shinki walked towards the low parapet at the end of the terrace, six small slivers of darkness unfurling from behind her. With each stride, the slivers of distortion pulsed. They widened ever further, until with a radiant flash, the six wings of the goddess completely manifested and she took to the sky towards a very particular location, an oasis hidden amongst a forest of crystalline trees where the miasma was thin.

She touched down upon the surface of the lake with such grace that she sent a single ripple across the surface of it’s lapis lazuli waters, the water turning to a crystalline ice beneath her feet. Her silver eyes poured across the white sand shore until she found the fractured remains of an orb. She stepped across the lake the water danced in resonating waves as her passage froze more of it into a beautiful latticework of ice with each footfall. It was only when she had passed to the shore that the opalescent bridge melted away. The goddess stood amongst the a collection of shards and the fragments began to vibrate as she placed the dark sapphire amongst them. They emitted a cacophony of discordant notes as he hand passed over them before falling still. It was finished. Almost. She drew up into the air, obscuring her presence in the crimson miasma. Now all that was left was to see how long it would take for the trinkets and baubles she had left as a trail of breadcrumbs to draw in her target. The spheres of the Makai all moved by her hand, it was only a matter of patience.
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Re: [Ask First] The Blood of the Seraph

Postby Kogasa Tatara » 03 Dec 2012 16:54

[Kogasa Tatara - Shou Toramaru]

Shinki wasn't the only mobile body of import in Makai today. While Bishamonten's avatar doesn't feel exactly at home within the thick blankets of miasma, she can manage if something important enough called her to trawl through the lower world's twisting chaos.

Indeed, the tiger was on a mission today. It would seem that a treasure, something once amongst Byakuren's possessions, had been missing ever since the events that lead to the monk's awakening. It was not an artifact of power, like Shou's own pagoda, but one of some sentimental value. It was just a trinket, one that most wouldn't stop to glance twice at passing by, so there was no urgency in its recovery.

That is, until Nazrin doused up some good news out of the blue. By means and reasons only known to the mouse herself, she had located Byakuren's personal treasure... in Makai. If it had settled anywhere in Gensokyo, it would have been a trivial matter for the treasure hunter mouse to retrieve the goods herself.

However, Makai was a far more dangerous place, one riddled with chaotic creatures, confusing landscapes, and poisonous miasma. It was one thing to be sealed within the confines of the Palanquin down there, it was another entirely to set out on a journey through the dominion of devils.

This is where Shou comes in. Nazrin finds the treasure, and if need be, Shou gathers it. The tiger's fierce loyalty to friends and lingering guilt from past failures provide more than enough reason for her urgency today, much to Byakuren's own protest. It was just a silly trinket after all, nothing worth risking your life over.

Shou knows her limits, and though it would pain her to be unable to accomplish any mission, she knows full well what disaster would follow the disappearance of Myouren's own god avatar. If things got too dangerous, this tiger wouldn't let pride be her downfall. She wasn't doing this just for herself, people depended on her. There was no way that she'd throw away all the faith placed in her for some personal piece of mind. Byakuren was naturally worried, but Shou knew the monk trusted her. Otherwise, she would not be down in Makai right now, dodging demons and looking for diamonds.

With the help of one of Nazrin's mouse companions, Shou makes her way towards her goal. Upon reaching a figurative oasis in the desert of poison, the tiger finds herself in the presence of many treasures. It was odd, suspicious, as if Makai knew what she was after and was baiting her for something.

It was more than enough reason for Shou to move cautiously. She had managed to avoid rough encounters so far, but the miasma was starting to take its toll. Her intuition tells her it's no fortunate coincidence that the trinket just happened to be within a rest stop. Nothing was ever this convenient, especially not in Makai.

It would take a while to manually pick through it all; the sooner Shou could return to Gensokyo, the better. She could use her ability to gather treasure and be on her way, and it wouldn't be taxing with the miasma so thin here. This is exactly what Shou does, on guard, but woefully unaware of the dormant power standing by.
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Re: [Ask First] The Blood of the Seraph

Postby Hong Meiling » 03 Dec 2012 22:09

[Hong Meiling - Sariel]


Conscious thought was an exceptionally difficult process when one is spread across a billion fragments throughout time and space. It had taken the presence almost two years after its destruction to conceive of its fate, let alone spend anytime at all in impotent rage. It seethed, rolling and crashing between fragments as it gradually lost what threads of intelligence it had once possessed. As more seasons passed, a dim awareness arose that its source of sustenance was stymied. Once a raging torrent of death and misery had sated it for countless centuries, and now it was down to little more than a trickle. Plenty to sustain the presence, but not enough to satiate its furious hunger. Hunger that was growing, even spread wide as it was. Madness consumed it, impotent rage at its inability to even plan or perceive its surroundings. Finally even that last strangled gasping was drowned into stultifying silence. Silence that taught the presence a sensation it had never known before.

Terror.

Terror that mercifully lapsed into memory, as it was the last refuge of the presence. The sands of Iram of the Pillars, before its drowning in ever rising water. Ancient cities of the Land Between Two Rivers. Endless consumption, pleasure beyond mortal conception. The presence had known ancient civilizations and traveled the breadth of space and time. But now, confined as it was in fragmentary consciousness it was left with what seemed an eternity to reflect and consider. Whatever conclusions it had reached by the time Shinki had grasped the Strange Jewel once more were interrupted, lost forever on the tangled skeins of time. Something about its situation was changing, but what precisely it was imperfect in understanding. It could not hear Shinki, but it could feel her words, her tone of voice. The vibrations had a strange calming effect, even as it realized the Daemon Queen was responsible for it's confinement to a single form in the first place.

An odd sense of patience would settle over it, as if it too anticipated a coming event. This perception increased as Shou approached, the divine presence within her causing the Strange Jewel to resonate. All of the fragments and dust scattered about would brighten to the point of starlight, casting an eerie blue-white haze over the clearing. The treasure that Shou grasped in her hand was hot to the touch, but not enough to burn the Tiger. More than just hot, it was impossibly bright, as if a great light had been locked away inside of it. This Strange Jewel would become the focus of the presence, as if understanding unconsciously what Shinki intended. It took every ounce of its frustration and limited willpower to will the jewel to shift ever so sharply and quickly in Shou's grasp, slicing along her palm. Even as this very limited force of action threatened to extinguish the awareness of the presence, the spattering of hot divine blood on the jewel's face would raise it from the depths.

The treasure Shou held in her hand became hotter than even she could grasp, an obscenely bright globular mass of plasma suspended in midair. The sounds it made were not unlike water splashing and churning, overlaid with the discordant sound of a thousand voices speaking at once. All female, all fearful. No sense could be made of the din, as it was in a thousand tongues speaking all at the same time, even as the dust and crystals scattered around, as well as every other treasure was lifting into the air. They ran like water on a pan, towards a central point. The Jewel. Joining faster and faster, the sound increasing until it was one bright mass like unto a star descended from heaven. Any human present would have melted like wax before a blazing torch, and lesser youkai likely would have lost their eyesight at the least. Only one of Shou's caliber could withstand the furious shining light and live to tell the tale unharmed.

And yet, it wasn't enough. The presence, even as it regained full awareness, was at risk of collapsing in on itself. It lacked the form it had once held, and like a swimmer finding its strength fading perilously fast, it would lash out this way and that. Energetic tendrils of raw power smashing apart the forest clearing. It was drowning, threatening to collapse upon itself without the guiding hand of Shinki to give it form once again. It had long since forgotten how to exist without the shapes she gifted it, ere the first Emperor of Japan was crowned.
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Re: [Ask First] The Blood of the Seraph

Postby Rin Kaenbyou » 05 Dec 2012 19:28

The first signs of tempest were brewing in the crimson clouds, the roiling sea of miasma beginning to shift in the skies of the Makai realm. The first quiet murmurs of thunder had turned to a low roar, as if the very skies were challenging the diving intruder. The clouds illuminated like fiery rubies, followed by loud cracks of thunder. With each rumble the bloodstained heavens beginning to draw in a slow spiral around the oasis, tightening around it. Another bolt of eldritch energy arced across the clouds, illuminating the form of the six-wing’d daemon queen, though her image was like a fleeting shadow. As she lay in wait biding her time, there was a flicker of concern in the her platinum eyes, her serenity upset by the pace events were unfolding. It was all happening quickly. Almost too quickly.

She had hoped a few of her children would have successfully ambushed the avatar, slowly bleeding out the tiger’s strength. It seems she had underestimated her query... or overestimated her children’s strength. It wasn’t as if she had asked any of her beloved daughters to directly engage Shou...that would be condemning them to fail. She merely asked them to strike at the tiger and vanish. There didn’t seem to be a wound upon her, though the harsh nature of the realm itself had obviously begun to exhaust the avatar. She reminded herself to reprimand her daughters for their failures, justifying it to herself ‘I chastise those I love, so they may be stronger, and better love and follow me. I must be cruel if only to be kind. ’ Even though Shou had arrived far more quickly than she had anticipated, all still fell well within the bounds of her script.

A fell wind blew through the crystalline trees causing a the bristling formations of arcane glass to sound haunting melodies. The wall of miasma was thickening at the very periphery of the trees about the lake. It coiled about the oasis like a scarlet viper, tensing before the lethal strike. She watched the tigers every motion, regarding her with a mixture of disdain and almost giddy anticipation. Well, as close an approximation to giddy as the goddess could manage. There certainly was a sense of joy swelling in her chest as she watched the spheres of her realm, the heavens and the earth, and all that moved upon it properly align. All the tumblers in the lock that bound death were falling into place. Soon the shackles would fall away and Death would be unbound. The great veil would be cast aside, and her child, her precious child would be born anew. The goddess’ serenity was broken a second time as glistening drops pooled in the far corner of each silver eye before they raced down the curves of her smile-creased cheeks. The drops flizzled into iridescent dust in the wake of the awesome forces at work.

Joining faster and faster, the sound increasing until it was one bright mass like unto a star descended from heaven.


Shinki did not turn away from the brilliant flare of energy as the angel began to be born, though the light itself would have scorched lesser creatures to dust. She had seen it before and she had known the touch of its power. It was the very light of true creation itself, and it was within the grasp of her hand. The gathering tempest became a maelstrom of miasma and eldritch energies, the wind intensifying as the sanctuary’s borders with the miasma began to collapse. The tendrils of energy from the proto-star met the storm walls, the flow of diabolic energies feeding the nascent angel. The entire storm became a focusing array that began to resonate with Sariel; the cacophonous legion of voices becoming a harmonious chorus.

It was into this primordial chaos that the goddess descended, her abyssal wings stretched to their full expanse. The veins in each of the six wings blazed with the energies of a void as she reach both her hands into the center of the white star, serving as an anchor to this realm as she began to remake the star into a familiar form, stemming the angel’s collapse back into chaos. She could sense It was at that instant of contact that she knew Sariel’s terror and rage; she heard the great host of voices shout out, and then suddenly be silenced. She cradled the angel’s form in her hands, gazing upon it lovingly before drawing out her palms to the side. The goddess served as a conduit for the raw furies of energy raging about, guiding it into a singularity, imagining Sariel as she had last been: a glorious, beautiful seraph.

She tilted her head to the side, a bittersweet smile on her lips. “My daughter, you may live again.”
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Re: [Ask First] The Blood of the Seraph

Postby Kogasa Tatara » 08 Dec 2012 19:53

Things got out of hand in a hurry, such was the chaos of Makai.

Shou had been cautious, but not nearly enough. One mistake is all it takes, and as the tiger felt the retrieved treasure grow with intense heat, she knew she had made hers. The tiger would would reel back and let out a roar of pain as the trinket lost form from intense heat, cutting the hand that held it deeply as it whirled away to a molten form.

Indeed, were it not for the power and protection of Bishamonten, the god avatar might be nothing more than hot vapor now. Shou could count her blessings later though. She has bigger concerns at the moment, namely, getting out of ordeal alive. Quickly regaining a grip on the situation, she takes her treasured pagoda from its place on her spear with her uncut hand, holding it close to her bleeding one. A soft, golden glow emanates from the artifact, quickly mending the wound so that Bisahmonten's loyal servant wouldn't be done in by something so pathetic as blood loss.

With the wound mended, Shou turns to face the now apparent monstrous mother and her newly reborn child, spear brandished in one hand, pagoda in the other. You could say that she was left speechless from the awe inspiring display of raw power, and even though true, there was really nothing to say. This was Makai, the land of devils and chaos. Rules were different here than in Gensokyo, and Shou wasn't about to make any foolish assumptions of outsider's immunity, nor would she overestimate the sensibility or goodwill of what is probably the two most dangerous beings in Makai.

The tiger won't be first to strike, but her readied stance shows that she is fully prepared to fend off any assault. The intense developing energies had awakened the war god avatar's sense of the battlefield. Shou stares down the devil and her daughter with fire in her eyes. Standing tall and ready, her battle stance could have inspired lesser foes to immediately back down. Such fearsome foes were the tiger's opponents, however. Battle had not yet begun, but Shou already knows she is at a severe disadvantage. Worn from the miasma and intense heat, up against two unknown beings, and surrounded by unfamiliar terrain, you can bet she's focusing on her retreat. The trinket was lost, but Myouren's god avatar was not. She made a promise to return alive, and this is a promise she'd keep.
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Re: [Ask First] The Blood of the Seraph

Postby Hong Meiling » 08 Dec 2012 21:23

The pain of living again was such that for a moment, Sariel considered oblivion a blessing.

But only a moment.

To describe the creature properly would be difficult for any mortal chronicler. There is something ethereal to her presence, as if she were not entirely there. As if you could only see her by looking straight on, lest she vanish from the corner of your eye. Hair is long, flowing to the her knees, stained purest white. Her eyes are closed at first, but as Shou looks on they would open. Gimlet stars they are, impossible sapphires that shine with a light that is most disconcerting. A light not meant for this world, or perhaps even the next. Clad in what mockingly seem like heavenly raiment, a blue dress to her feet with long sleeves of white. Sariel's chest is adorned with the same strange jewel that Shou had attempted to reclaim, the treasure of her master now a permanent adornment of the figure. No shoes adorn her feet, as she floats twenty meters above the ground on six angelic wings. In her left hand she clutches a staff atop which swirls an entire galaxy of colors and diadems of magic. Her right hand is held palm out, in a symbol of peace.

And yet, despite the serenity nothing could be described as peaceful about when she speaks, though whom she is addressing is not immediately evident. The sound of her voice could not be considered pleasant, as it shook the senses and forced attention upon itself. It was immediate, inevitable. It was the death of all things. Worst of all, every time she spoke, her voice would be twisted by a cascade of heavenly chorus. Four or more alternating, sweet dulcet tones would ruin the intent of the finality. Casting terrible confusion and doubt upon what Sariel's true aim was.

I HUNGER. I live. I fear. I love.

Sariel would not even turn to face Shinki, though it was clear she recognized her 'motherly' presence. That gaze was fixated on Shou the whole time. Her lips not moving a single inch as she spoke, her serene calm and smile were totally unspoilt by the words that crushed all hope, denied her own peace as a lie. She was the assassin that no lock could hold, the ultimate fate of all that perished. If she showed gratitude to Shinki for being allowed to exist once more, it was shared on a level that words could not communicate. But even still, there was no denying the hold Shinki still had over her terrible daughter, should she exercise it.
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