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Post by Shinda on Feb 8, 2015 20:37:44 GMT
Note: Back to Unmei no yama, the middle mountainDAY 1Shinda was impressed with his work already. Even in the flight from Rycora to here, Shinda could feel his magic being drained as people were getting infected by the hundreds. He laughed to himself, before concentrating on getting his body somewhere safe were it could easily be resurrected later in peace. Shinda knew his body would probably die from the use of magic, but he was confident his soul could remain, linger until he had gathered enough energy from an outside source to heal the body. A plan he kept secret. After all, he needed to make sure none knew of his plans, not even that Bitch, Itami. Although he thought she was a little more commendable for her cunning plan, Shinda knew she would still have to die like everyone else. This world wasn't the world Shinda wanted, and so he needed to complete erase it to make it anew. But that was all for later, right now he just had to sit back and watch the world burn. Finally reaching the same mountain range Akvan had hidden in like the little coward he was, Shinda headed for the smallest one, believing it would be the easiest one to cover. Landing deep in the network of caves, Shinda sighed to himself, then glanced down to his hands. His disease magic was all worn out, but fortunately he still had some darkness magic he'd saved up for seventeen years. Grinning to himself, Shinda sent the snakes of dark magic out towards the outside of the mountain. From there, the shadows twisted up and around the mountain until it was completely smothered. Easy to spot, but almost impossible to penetrate, in or out. Chuckling at his work, Shinda dragged himself over to a wall, sliding down it, staring at nothing as he just imagined the chaos of outside. "What... what did you add to that disease?" Came Akvan's voice next to Shinda, the Devil chuckled, glancing to the side to see Akvan lying just as he was against the wall. Shinda clasped his hands together. "A little bit of Shinda-essence, nothing to worry about." Shinda jested, hoping to get something from his slowly dying, mental 'friend'. But Akvan was silent, staring forwards with a glum, if serious expression. Shinda sighed, "If you must know, it's a little formula I've been working on for a long time. It creates slaves, that's fucking right, slave creation. Not in the conventional way, no, it makes people into monsters that feast on flesh and consume others souls. Oh, and hey, did you know? If you eat someone's soul, it increases your strength, as well as immortality. So I make fucking sure I had some soul suckers out there. Once they start sucking up soul, only a part of that soul's energy will go to them, the rest goes to me, and I can mentally command these little slaves of mine to do anything." Akvan's ugly little face did eventually drop, breathing gone heavily and hopeless. "Just who are you, Shinda? And why are you doing all of this?" Akvan asked faintly. Shinda chuckled, "I don't need to tell some shit like you about my fucking life... you're dead soon, so there'd be no point." The evil Demon replied, picking at his nails. Akvan groaned a little, feeling the strain of magic just eat away as his ability to hold on. "I should ask you, Akvan, why are you still fucking here..." Shinda then scratched down his arm with his claws, the trickle of pain for him, sent a nightmare of pain to Akvan. The spirit wavered and cried a little, Shinda enjoying the moment before letting it all die down. Shinda chuckled, taking a firm and violent grab of the spirit's hair, knowing now with his freedom he could do whatever he wanted to Akvan without a response. It was all mentally done, but still satisfying. Shinda shook the weak little Demon a bit. "Why don't you just make your death sooner and fucking die already? Beats slowly and painfully going." Before Akvan could reply, Shinda slammed the spirit's head back against the wall. After all of this pain, Akvan decided to run, turning into his pathetic ball of light to go and fly a few few away, before collapsing. "Yeah, you go and fucking sleep there you brat, and don't disturb me till we're dead, got it?"
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Post by Shinda on Feb 9, 2015 20:08:01 GMT
DAY 2
Days and nights were the same for the caved Demon now, just how he liked it. Although, it wasn't like Shinda was really there. For almost the entire span of the day, he'd been sleeping, taking direct control of the flying pathogen's he'd released. From there he could watch exactly who they were infecting, and what kind of nasty conditions everyone was left in. He'd counted how many of his soul-sucking slaves had been created so far. Only a few, but it was a much harder infection to get. But one Angel had been infected, and she was a strong one too. It made Shinda smile as he viewed the world from her eyes as she went around helping without knowing what was eating away at her blood and sanity. The world, in a couple of days, was already in ruin. Trees and green-lands were dying, nothing with life in it was spared from Shinda's wrath. And rightfully so. Shinda had become long sick of hanging around this disgusting world for seventeen years in Akvan's head without the chance to do anything. Now he could destroy it, and Shinda relished in the idea of a world of nothingness. Just as it should be.
Smiling, Shinda had actually slept for a little while, waking himself up a few hours later so his body didn't just fall into unconsciousness on it's own. Yawning, the Devil got to his feet to stretch. Akvan hadn't been around in a while, which was both good and bad. Good because it gave Shinda some peace and quiet, and bad because Shinda got awfully bored. Smirking, Shinda decided that if the pest didn't come out on his own, Shinda would go to him. Closing his eyes once more, Shinda retreated back to his mind, finding Akvan lying to the side in the eternal plains of their mind. He was whimpering in pain, blood seemed to be dribbling out of him from nowhere, and every now and then the boy's body would falter and flash as if ready to disappear. Shinda chuckled, walking over and kicking Akvan hard in the back to get him to pay attention.
"Still fucking crying you miserable shit? Like you have the right to. What about all those poor pieces of crap that are dying, thanks to you being so useless?" Shinda spat, his smirk ever growing more malicious. Akvan coughed a little, using what little life he had to get up and look to Shinda, both in fear and complete anguish. Shinda raised a brow, "What? Did that hurt? Don't be a fucking baby, nothing I do to you here is real, it's all just mental pain... good thing about it those is that I can hurt you as much as I want, without hurting the body anymore." Shinda said, and Akvan shuddered. Perhaps he'd never considered this side of things, only assuming he'd be left alone once Shinda had control. Oh how the naive little boy was wrong. Shinda was still livid about being trapped for seventeen years, and had a lot of hate to get off of his chest. What better time to do so than now. And so, making sure Akvan couldn't move- since Shinda could do anything he wanted in his mind- for hours on end Shinda had his fun, using Akvan like a punching bag until mentally, the piece of crap should be dead. Leaving his annoying half in their mind, Shinda returned to the real world, to the empty cave with nothing to do but picture what kind of chaos was crashing around outside.
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Post by Shinda on Feb 12, 2015 16:46:11 GMT
DAY 7
A week in, and Shinda felt like he'd plagued the world beyond repair. Taking a look through the eyes of those he'd infected, Shinda could see so many dead, and so many suffering to death's embrace. He felt so proud, and wasn't in a bad condition either. It was a good idea to create the soul eating virus as well. Because all of the Kyuban's, as people were calling them, were feasting on souls that's powers were being transferred right into Shinda. He felt the life energy of others keep him going, but the parasite in his head wasn't doing as well. Shinda already thought Akvan had gone and died off after torturing him for twenty four hours without end, but after a couple of days, he returned as an illusion to drag himself around the cave. Shinda had beat him some more, which still wasn't getting old, until Akvan found ways to avoid it. Today Shinda was certain that Akvan would kick the bucket, he wasn't even making any noise anymore, just slumping against a wall like a broken doll. He was coated in blood, and didn't breath often, if at all. Shinda was beginning to imagine that perhaps he'd just remain as a dead corpse, floating around in Shinda's mind forever.
Tutting, Shinda was passed even teasing the pestering spirit. Instead, he was distracted by something much more serious. Their mountain cave began to shake, something very strong was bashing itself against the impermeable wall Shinda had created around the outside. Akvan even lifted his dead weight head as well, both he and Shinda were a little nervous over what to expect. Shinda was less afraid, he was confident in his magic powers, and knew his defence outside would hold up. But then he heard a smash, and it felt as if someone had hit him hard in the chest. Holding his shirt, Shinda growled, looking around for the source of who'd broken his magical barrier. He unsheathed his sword as well, knowing that this uninvited guest wasn't here to share a cup of tea and chat. Shinda's eyes darted around, until he spotted the feet of something small move in from the shadow, two purple feet. "You." Shinda hissed.
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Post by Just Mo on Feb 12, 2015 17:55:45 GMT
Mo had run out of patience long ago. What he'd been waiting a week for was the confidence to go through with his next task. It was a naive belief of Mo's that his decision seventeen years ago would have set things back on track. That the future Mo feared would happen from his lasting dreams would disappear. But no, Shinda was here, and his return could only be the sign of the end approaching. The only thing that could stop it now was Mo's next actions. He wanted to fulfil his promise to Chester and Gensho, make sure they didn't lose another brother. But the fact remained, Mo didn't know if Akvan could even come back from his current state. It wasn't hard to find were Shinda was hiding out, any Demon could sense that massive amount of Dark energy worlds away. It was a powerful barrier, but wasn't as strong as the Shinda Mo had once known. One or two slams of his own ancient shadow magic, and Mo caused Shinda's magic barrier to crumble. If this was the level of power he was dealing with currently, then perhaps Shinda won't be at the strength Mo remembered him to be. Mo hurried, holding onto a piece of something gold. It was a part of the Sun tear. The giant crystal that Mo had used to trap Shinda's mind in his own newly born body. The crystal was the heart of Akvan's soul. And Mo had been deeply distressed when he came upon it a few days ago, after helping Chester transform. The crystal was plain and transparent. It's golden shine was almost completely gone, like all light, it was fading. When Mo had touched it, the crystal almost crumbled to his gentle touch. It must nearly be time, Akvan's life wasn't holding on for long. The piece of the crystal Mo had carefully removed was his sign of whether Akvan was still alive or not, and Mo hoped it would also have another purpose, one Mo was praying to luck would work.
He approached Shinda, looking at his transformation. It had been hundred of years since Demons had looked like that. Because of rebirth, they remained their human like appearance now. Mo didn't mind what his children looked like, but he'd grown attached to the more human look they had now. It made them seem, innocent, gave Mo the idea that Demons could be good or civil. He would be a hypocrite if he said that he didn't like Shinda's appearance, but compared to the kind and shy image Akvan had once had, it made Mo almost sick to see him now changed. Swallowing, Mo took no time to release his skull familiars, all of them, to attack Shinda. Mo didn't have anything to say to the Devil, he'd known Shinda longer than he'd care to admit to anyone else, and knew that it was useless to try and reason with him. For now, Mo's skull familiars got to work distracting the Demon, whilst Mo clutched the golden crystal, seeing it glow ever so brighter now Mo was so close to it's soul. Smiling slightly, Mo glanced up, surprised to see what process his skulls had made on Shinda.
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Post by Shinda on Feb 12, 2015 21:42:09 GMT
Shinda hated the little Demon. How something that small and insignificant could even be called a Demon, Shinda didn't know, and he was infuriated to think that Mo was also King of Demons. Demons were savage killers, a King suggested that they had order, which made Shinda sick. He hated Mo more than anyone else. More than Akvan, since this purple bastard was the reason Shinda had been trapped in his own mind for so long. Growling, Shinda was desperate to run his blade right through the tiny man's gut. Akvan had vanished now, but Shinda couldn't give a damn. He was thirsty for blood now, and Mo was looking delectable. Cutting his blade through the air, Shinda smirked. "Not talking huh? Well fuck you, after all of that shit you put me through... I can't wait to kill you, Mo, along with this disgusting world that the bitch in the sky made." Shinda spat on the ground, and then braced himself for the skull familiars. Typical Mo, too small and weak to fight his own battles, always relying on his magic to do everything for him. Well that would be his downfall today. Shinda sliced easily through the skulls, but the sheer quantity of them kept him at bay for now. But Shinda had his new magic that he'd managed to wake up. So, forcing shadow magic into his blade, one slice forward, and all of the skull familiars were absorbed into a void of shadows, cleaned up and out of the way.
With his path clear, Shinda smirked to Mo, quickly jumping with his blade stabbing down towards the tiny man's head. But as Shinda thought he was gutting Mo, his blade missed, landing just passed Mo's shoulder. Shinda frowned as he landed, pushing back a bit. That blow was impossible to miss, so why did Shinda not hit his target. Shinda growled, hand on his head. He knew exactly why. So it seemed someone was quite finished yet. How cute, Akvan was still trying to help this foul Demon King, with whatever drop of energy he had left. But Akvan really was struggling, forcing Shinda to lock his joints, and make sure he couldn't move. Shinda didn't realize why until Mo made his next move.
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Post by Just Mo on Feb 12, 2015 21:56:55 GMT
Mo really did have nothing to say to Shinda, and refused to give in to the Devil's taunts. Shinda's strength was a lot more than Mo had assumed, especially with all of the things going on outside. The more people infected, the closer that body should come to dying. But Shinda was pretty strong, for the state of his body right now. He was obviously hoping to survive on magic alone, keeping the body alive by supplying it with magic drawn from consuming souls of others. Mo couldn't let that happen, he needed to keep forcing Shinda back. But Shinda unleashed his magic with his swordplay, killing all of Mo's skulls before going to strike the King. Mo had expected a mortal blow, but the sword missed. It was a small moment, but the sun crystal in Mo's hand glowed, and he knew a chance like this wouldn't happen again. Akvan managed to get control enough to keep Shinda still, and Mo took a deep breath. In on hand, he held the crystal, in the other, was a small, void looking magic orb. Mo jumped and forced the hand with the magic on Shinda's chest. It was like Shinda exploded with disease magic, so strong it was visible to the eye. After forcing out all of the magic, Mo commanded it back into his hand. He'd give it to Chester once back in Dranar, but he still needed to do something else. With his other hand, Mo stabbed the golden crystal into Shinda's shoulder, and it suddenly glowed a vibrant gold. Mo moved back, watching Shinda's gruesome glare fade away, and Akvan fall to his knees in exhaustion.
"Akvan, is it you? We need to act fast, I can try and force Shinda back, but I'll need your help."
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Post by Shinda on Feb 12, 2015 22:18:14 GMT
Shinda tried to move, eyes widening as Mo and Akvan seemed to work together. Damn them, damn everyone. Shinda was determined to make sure that this wouldn't beat him. He didn't care how far back he was pushing into his mind, or how much power Mo put into stopping him. The little purple bastard, the brat and every disgusting person in this damn world would die. Shinda was helpless as Mo forced his powers out of him, feeling the vice grip he had over this realm loosen until it had broken off completely. Using his store of other dark magic, Shinda made sure his body didn't break apart along with the disease magic, although he felt a massive build up of pressure in his head. Blood dribbled out of his eyes, nose and mouth. But Shinda himself didn't have time to feel the effects. Mo stabbed him with some sort of pure crystal, and Shinda felt himself being impaled by it in his mind. He was stuck, forced to be grounded whilst Akvan was given complete control. How long that would be, depended on how determined Shinda was to break himself free, and how much will Akvan even had left. Which meant, Akvan had a few minutes, tops. Shinda growled and cursed as he was trapped inside of his mind again, and Akvan fell to his knees.
His body felt like it was collapsing on the inside, Akvan could actually feel his inner organs shrivel up, burst and bleed in all sorts of places. Panting hard, Akvan didn't want to breath in the air of this wicked and cruel world again. He'd felt nothing but pain all of his life, and this week had been worse than hell. Akvan wasn't willing to even live anymore, and yet here he was, dragged out once more. The boy was already using up tears, howling out in both pain and complete despair. Akvan gripped the sides of his arms, digging deep enough to pierce skin. If Mo had hoped to pull out a happy and grateful Akvan from the depths of his mind, Mo was fatally mistaken. huffing for breath, Akvan finally looked up to Mo, shaking his head slightly. "K-kill... kill me... p-please." Akvan managed to say, looking hopelessly to his King. Akvan shook his head, "I d-don't belong here... this world... I... I hate it. W-why is everyone s-so cruel? A-a-and why would you f-force me to come back to it?" Akvan asked up to Mo. He took a moment to breath some more, almost breaking down as he remembered the idea of how much death there was just outside of this cave.
"You're so desperate to save me..." Akvan finally said, almost growling out the words in a way never used by the once innocent boy before. He almost glared at Mo. "Why? WHY? W-what is it about me... that you're so determined to save? What.... what am I?"
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Post by Just Mo on Feb 12, 2015 22:41:20 GMT
Mo was grateful that Akvan managed to break through, and hold on through the pain of losing his magic and the backlash of his magic use. Already, the world outside would start curing itself. Those who were ill would have all of their sickness removed, and symptoms fading quickly. As confused and damaged as they might be, everyone was safe now. Everyone... but Akvan. And Mo didn't expect to see the boy so broken. No wonder his crystal heart was dying so much, Akvan looked and sounded broken. He cried for a long time, and Mo's acute ears could easily pick up every note of despair and hopelessness in Akvan's destroyed voice. Mo looked to the ground. He'd let himself give into hope. Back when he'd agreed to help Chester, Mo had known that this would be what he'd face, but somewhere along the line Mo had actually began to believe there would be something left of Akvan to save. Finally, Akvan asked Mo the question he hoped his boy would never ask. Mo's bright face turned dull and saddened, and the old man had to sigh. He knew Akvan, and perhaps everyone else who could one day hear this, would hate Mo forever... but Akvan deserved to know.
"You... you are not a Demon, or a Human or Angel. In fact, you're not a creature of this world Akvan. A long time ago, when Demons and Angels were still at war, there was one might Demon that stood above everyone and everything. He desired nothing but to destroy the world and kill everything to no end. His power was so great, it almost matched that of the Sun Goddess. But before he could go any further, whilst she was still the stronger one, the Sun Goddess struck the Demon down, erasing his entire existence. However, the Demon's soul didn't die, and he was relentless to try and destroy the world once again... That Demon's name was Shinda." Mo paused, taking a deep breath before continuing: "When I discovered a very dark power emitting from a strange Demon child, I knew it was Shinda. At that time, I thought of nothing but what I had faced in the past, what Shinda could do with the right power. So, I did something unforgivable..." Mo pointed his hand towards the small crystal currently embedded in Akvan's shoulder. "That is a fragment of a Sun tear, special crystals dropped down by the Sun Goddess thousands of years ago for an unknown purpose. Demons and Angels used to destroy these crystals to take their unlimited power, killing off the Sun tears until only one remained. I kept it hidden under my Manor, for the next one thousand years. It was agreed that we would never use it, because Tenshi and I had discovered exactly what a Sun tear was... They were children of the Sun Goddess, the offspring of the benevolent deity. The crystals were to be cocoons, to support the children until their purpose came to be. By destroying them, we were killing her children before they could even see the world. When Shinda returned, I panicked, and arrogantly forgot what I was about to do. I went down to the last Sun crystal, and forced the Sun child growing inside to blend it's mind with the body of the new born Shinda. Akvan, you were that Sun tear... y-you're a child of the Sun Goddess."
Mo was visibly shaking. He hated what he'd done, up until this day. Because he'd used the very last Sun tear to protect his own hide and that of Demons from Shinda. Akvan had been deprived of his real life to act as nothing more than a safety blanket to shield the world from having to deal with Shinda. "All along, I've been using you as nothing more than a means to keep me from having to deal with Shinda myself. I gave you a job as a Demon God, by giving you love and care, I forced you into believing you were a Demon. A bad person condemned to the dark life of a Demon. I stole you away from your mother, and turned you into something you're not. You were made to be in this world for so many great things... but because I didn't want Shinda to destroy us, I sacrificed your chance to live without a second thought. And I am truly sorry Akvan. B-but you still have things you wish to live for, even in this horrible world I forced you into. If you just hold on a little longer, Akvan, I can return you to those you care about... Chester and Gensho, they're waiting for you."
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Post by Shinda on Feb 12, 2015 23:09:12 GMT
Akvan couldn't believe it. He'd given up on trying to breath a long time ago, ever since Mo stated that the body Akvan was in right now, was never even his. He'd never been a Human, condemned to a bad Demon life for doing bad things. He was... a thing. Akvan wasn't a living creature, he was nothing but a mind, some sort of spirit that had no right to be messing with this world. Akvan looked down to his hands. The life he thought he was living through, the hardships, the feelings he'd felt. They meant nothing... Akvan didn't exist. The boy closed his hands around his face, listening to Mo, but every word just build up blood in Akvan's ears. This was worse than just dying. Before, Akvan thought he could die, be mourned and remembered by people. But now, people would still remember him. But what they believed was their friend and brother, was nothing more than a fragment of a mind. Akvan thought about the fact that he was a direct child of the Sun Goddess. Someone so powerful and loving. To think that she'd been watching all of this time as her child was forced into this despicable fate of a life, it made Akvan sob a little more. There tears were something different this time. Akvan remembered this feeling. He had it every time he watched the sun rise or set, under no influence of his own, Akvan would cry a bit. Watching the sun in such a beautiful state, it made Akvan's heart ripple with a sense of desire or longing. The only comparable feeling was that of a child reaching out to their mother.
Akvan sniffed a little, picking that warm embrace he'd been forced to forget when Mo forced him into a Demon's life.
After everything was said by Mo, Akvan took a few minutes to compose himself. He couldn't reply, and he felt a presence by his side. "So... that damn bastard put a goddamn Sun crystal in my mind... son of a bitch. You, thing, you just gunna take that? This purple bastards been using you from the start, how do you feel?" Shinda growled. Akvan slowly rose to his feet, sliding his sword into his hand.
"I'm angry... s-so mad... m-my life isn't worth anything. I've lived and suffered for no reason what so ever... n-nothing that happens to me is worth anything." Akvan said, before breaking into an almost psychotic laugh. Finally stopping to breath heavily, Akvan glared up to Mo, with a pained smile on his face. "So... my only purpose in this life... was to stop Shinda from destroying the world?" Akvan asked, summoning some of Shinda's precious shadow magic and rubbing it across his sword. Akvan's lips quivered, "A-and... if Shinda isn't stopped, this world and everyone in it will die?" Akvan asked again, glancing to see if Mo responded or not. But Akvan didn't wait for a response, instead staring down at his sword. No matter Mo's answer, Akvan knew what he had to do. The only thing to make his waste of a life actually worth something. To do something... good, for once in his forsaken and damned life. Akvan twisted his sword around his hand, and thrusted it hard into his own chest, ripping right through his heart and shredding it to pieces. Letting out one last pained breath, and feeling Shinda scream in anguish and terror in his head, Akvan took his last bit of energy, forcing the magic he'd rubbed on the sword to flow into his blood system, destroying everything in it's path. Akvan's... no, Shinda's body would be decomposed into nothing but bone, if even that. Akvan dropped back to his knees, shaking as he felt the dark magic eat him away from the inside. This pain was beyond anything else, but Akvan accepted it with gratitude. He would destroy Shinda's chance to take on this world. Destroy his body, so that the wicked Devil would require a lot more power to remake it. However long it took, Akvan was happy to die knowing he'd given the world a head-start in their fight against the embodiment of evil in this world. Akvan turned his pulsing, reddened and dying eyes to the side, spotting Shinda's illusion crawling around in pain. Akvan shook in pain, before smiling to Shinda. "F-f-fuck... y-you... D-devil." He muttered, as the illusion disappeared into nothing. Staring at Mo, Akvan tried smiling once more, sending everything he couldn't say in word, through the smile. Forgiveness, thanks and gratitude, loving, respect, trust. Then, everything but his mind shutting down, Akvan fell forwards, giving into the light that pull him up and away from this cruel, yet beloved world.
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Post by Just Mo on Feb 14, 2015 22:42:14 GMT
Akvan's reaction was valid, and Mo hadn't expected anything less. He knew he'd broken Akvan, the moment he spoke about the boy's true identity. It must be crushing, to have no real identity anymore, and to have the previous one forced out. For Mo hadn't just forced Akvan out of his original life, he'd suppress all of his memories of what he really was. Just so that Akvan would grow up believing he was a Demon. But even that hadn't worked, and instead, Akvan had grown up feeling like an outsider to their ways, even when given a job to become even more Demonic. Mo felt terrible for all of it, and expected all this new information to flat out kill Akvan by depression and hopelessness. But somehow the boy held on, and Mo soon saw why. As Akvan rose, he brought his sword up as well... Mo stepped back a bit. He couldn't have Akvan turn on him, for fighting the boy in his state would be impossible, especially if Mo wanted to save Akvan. But Mo couldn't read what Akvan was planning, his voice broken as he asked the purple Demon to clarify things. Mo only nodded to both questions, frowning as he wondered where Akvan was getting to.
Realizing it was a shock to the immortal and hardened Demon King. Watching his child, no matter his origin, stab himself, made Mo almost break. What Akvan showed was a bravery that Mo knew he'd never possess. Forcing his body to decompose itself, whilst he suffered a few last breaths, just to make sure Shinda died... compared to what Mo had done. It made the Demon King appear unworthy, and understand the true value of a Sun tear, that he'd recklessly destroyed seventeen years ago. Given the chance, someone like Akvan could have done so many good things, but now here he was, killing himself for the benefit of the world that rejected him. As the boy fell, Mo was surrounded in silence. For a few minutes, he didn't even move. Finally, as black ooze leaked out of the quickly decomposing body before him, Mo moved. He shuffled up to the body before it was completely unrecognisable, placing a hand on the head. "I'm sorry... to force you into a world so cruel and unforgiving... for forcing you to take your own life for beings that do not deserve your kindness... I'm so sorry." Mo looked to the roof of the cave, imagining that he was looking right up to the Sun Goddess. "I return your son to you, please take better care of him than I did." Mo muttered, before moving away. The world outside would be recovering steadily by now, but there was a hole in the hearts of everyone Akvan had touched, that wouldn't heal so easily. Mo sighed, wondering how much more death his immortal heart could witness before he was driven mad. It made him want to retire, and the Demon King hated that tempting thought. He almost left, before seeing something green rise from the body. It was a little Skull familiar, the one Onrah gave to his little brother. Mo lifted a weak smile as the little guy flew around his master, before moving to Mo's side. "I couldn't save him... I'm sorry, but your brother is dead... perhaps... perhaps he's up there with you now, Onrah?" The Skull stared blankly at Mo, looking back and forth from him to Akvan's remains. Finally, it seemed to come to a decision, and flew off to rest next to it's dead master, as if waiting for him to wake up.
Mo grimaced slightly, before retreating from the mountain. He didn't want to spend another minute in that place, reminding himself on his failures to his family. It wouldn't be any easier in Dranar. As Mo couldn't hide Akvan's death from the ones that meant the most to him... everyone deserved to know what a brave person the little God of Disease had been.
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