Post by Exitium Hakai on Mar 11, 2015 21:19:11 GMT
Perhaps the pain he'd put Chester though had been a little weak a use of Exitium's energy. He couldn't send another wave like the one before from his stock of Oblivia magic. And using destruction magic on her would kill the woman, which would come later. He needed to save his magic for a battle he could sense coming his way, with every breath he ripped from Chester's lungs. He took pleasure in the pained coughs and gasps for breath, from both of his tortured toys. Exitium always preferred choking his victims. The sound of them slowly giving in, as air refused to give them a release. At the sight of their red and blue faces, their desperate looks as they tried to suck in air. Letting Chester take her moment, Exitium almost chuckled as she used all of that blessed air on yelling at Exitium. But he refused to break again. She could call Itami all she wanted now, for seventeen years he'd been carrying her spirit on his back, her dream that intertwined with his own. Exitium didn't need any other's opinion to try and alter his own, especially not from some Human turned Demon freak. He let her finish, perhaps as much patience as Chester would ever receive from Exitium. He nodded to Mujihi, someone much easier to show patience to. "You have a point Mujihi, but I do enjoy seeing this little pathetic face light up with pure hate." Exitium twisted Chester's head painfully, not enough to break it though, "Don't you think this look is priceless."
Exitium chuckled a little, dropping Chester's head to let it move back forward, leaning close. "And are you any better? Selling yourself out to some worthless coward, a Demon not worthy of the name, not worthy of his powers. A plague on this world, and yet you still fell for him, and sold yourself to him and his friends. Where did that lead you dear Chester? Following Akvan and his pathetic family brought you nothing but pain, and yet you still choose to care for them. Do they feel the same?"
Exitium lifted his head, looking around the room. "If your family cares for you, as much as you care for them... then where are they? Where is the rescue team, prepared to lay down their lives to save dear sister Chester... perhaps they are sick of you, sick of carrying around a broken toy." Exitium sniffed, spitting at Chester before glancing to all in the room. "This goes to all of you, heed this message... tell any who may assume otherwise. I don't expect people to sit around and accept my perfect world. In fact, I desire them to challenge my life. Because in the world I create, there will be no such thing as peace, or happiness or love. It will be a world of violence and chaos, where every day one fights for their life, until only the strong and worthy survive. I let others do my bidding, because I know they need to get stronger, or die being weak. Only then can they challenge my power. Itami was the only one I could believe would reach my level. I loved her for the passion for violence and suffering, and knew she'd only grow and improve. Which was why I was prepared to one day, be the one to kill her as the fight for power inevitably appeared." Exitium looked right at Chester, grabbing and squeezing her neck a bit to remove that new breath she'd gotten back. "Of course, I couldn't be the one to kill her, because your bastard brother took that opportunity from me." Exitium glanced to Mujihi. "Be aware of Rurushu, he was the first Dracomancer of my creation, and holds a lot of power. I would suggest going for the weaker Angel first, and use him to get to the part-Dragon bastard." Exitium moved back, turning to Art and shooing away the Demon's holding him up. Picking up the boy himself from his red rope, Exitium forced Art onto his feet. "Now, your job... You shall infiltrate the Mun Clan, and bring me the Demon, Mizetto. He cannot be dead, but any who try and protect him, you shall end them without hesitation." Exitium commanded, kneeing the boy hard in his broken chest. Art would need supporting by some Oblivia magic if he was to come close to completing the task, which Exitium began granting the suffering boy on the floor. As he filtered a small amount of the red mist over Art, he glanced to Mujihi. "Shall you take him down? Or do you desire to remain here and look after our 'guest'." Exitium asked her, finding reason to either answer.
Exitium chuckled a little, dropping Chester's head to let it move back forward, leaning close. "And are you any better? Selling yourself out to some worthless coward, a Demon not worthy of the name, not worthy of his powers. A plague on this world, and yet you still fell for him, and sold yourself to him and his friends. Where did that lead you dear Chester? Following Akvan and his pathetic family brought you nothing but pain, and yet you still choose to care for them. Do they feel the same?"
Exitium lifted his head, looking around the room. "If your family cares for you, as much as you care for them... then where are they? Where is the rescue team, prepared to lay down their lives to save dear sister Chester... perhaps they are sick of you, sick of carrying around a broken toy." Exitium sniffed, spitting at Chester before glancing to all in the room. "This goes to all of you, heed this message... tell any who may assume otherwise. I don't expect people to sit around and accept my perfect world. In fact, I desire them to challenge my life. Because in the world I create, there will be no such thing as peace, or happiness or love. It will be a world of violence and chaos, where every day one fights for their life, until only the strong and worthy survive. I let others do my bidding, because I know they need to get stronger, or die being weak. Only then can they challenge my power. Itami was the only one I could believe would reach my level. I loved her for the passion for violence and suffering, and knew she'd only grow and improve. Which was why I was prepared to one day, be the one to kill her as the fight for power inevitably appeared." Exitium looked right at Chester, grabbing and squeezing her neck a bit to remove that new breath she'd gotten back. "Of course, I couldn't be the one to kill her, because your bastard brother took that opportunity from me." Exitium glanced to Mujihi. "Be aware of Rurushu, he was the first Dracomancer of my creation, and holds a lot of power. I would suggest going for the weaker Angel first, and use him to get to the part-Dragon bastard." Exitium moved back, turning to Art and shooing away the Demon's holding him up. Picking up the boy himself from his red rope, Exitium forced Art onto his feet. "Now, your job... You shall infiltrate the Mun Clan, and bring me the Demon, Mizetto. He cannot be dead, but any who try and protect him, you shall end them without hesitation." Exitium commanded, kneeing the boy hard in his broken chest. Art would need supporting by some Oblivia magic if he was to come close to completing the task, which Exitium began granting the suffering boy on the floor. As he filtered a small amount of the red mist over Art, he glanced to Mujihi. "Shall you take him down? Or do you desire to remain here and look after our 'guest'." Exitium asked her, finding reason to either answer.