[b]The First Lotus[/b]

I gather the threads of my existence as quickly as I can. This would be done in seconds if Lilianna had her power but he’s sealed them away. This is disappointing but not surprising. My oldest friend has many characteristics. I wish betrayal wasn’t one of them.  Lilianna stops screaming after that first stab and grits her teeth, opting to bear it all in silent resistance. I admire her strength but the admiration suddenly turns to cold dread as I watch the transformation in her eyes. Then she laughs and my heart sinks. I’ve seen that same look and heard that same laugh before. It’s not one of joy, it’s one that’s been pushed to near insanity. It’s the demeanor I’ve seen in Zaakielo when he’s become unstable, unhinged. It’s a look that’s difficult to return back from. I just hope I won’t be too late.

[b]Li-Li ~The Oasis~[/b]

I don’t feel the pain. Not anymore. It fuels my rage and I focus solely on the fire of fury. The laugh is cold and yet hysterical. This is too funny, “You ancient idiotic perversion of air. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Without my powers I can feel it, more than I ever have before. I let it breathe and feed on me, the way it was supposed to. The way it was designed to, for me. With each word my rage builds, “There was only one thing keeping me from eradicating your existence. Now…you’ve given me my license to kill.”  Vengeance is the venom in my veins and Akuketsu comes alive. It transforms on me into a full body black leather suit with knee high combat boots. A length of cloth purple so dark it's nearly black wraps around my eyes like a blindfold. The back of the blindfold ties itself like a bow in my white hair. The Kamuey now sees for me as a dark purple hooded cloak, the same color as the blindfold, drapes around my shoulders; black clocks with vertical eyes in the center cover the entirety of the cloak.

It’s like experiencing my Kamuey anew and I know that this is only the start of its power. I shatter the Umbral bindings like glass, thanks to this living demon cloth. I feel it feeding on my need for vengeance and my rage. It’s perfect because I have plenty of both.

I have only two goals now. One retrieve my weapons. Two kill Zaak. There's no other option and zero hesitation. He is no longer allowed to contaminate this realm by existing. I will eradicate him like I should have when my father, Galen, told me to. I hold out my hand and my staff returns to me. I thank my mother for teaching me how to existence lock my weapon, though I never thought I'd need it. I'm not done though. His filthy hands took my father's weapons. I will collect them from his corpse if I must.

I charge forward. One hand grabs for the guns that are rightfully mine. The other swings right for his face with all the power this Kamuey now gives me.  A punch just like Razz taught me.