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Naruto: Shinjitsu no Mon

I can likely supply once I get my genin finished and posted. I have JUST the Jounin fo the job.

Naruto: Shinjitsu no Mon

If it makes you feel better, Taka, I knew.

Naruto: Shinjitsu no Mon

>:3

Origin of Species

So, I am unsure of how to progress in terms of what I want to do with my species for my next post. I need a bit of help. Maybe some suggestions? I've been agonizing over it for the last few days.

Essence of the World

The Chimeric Lord of Chaos
Theme

His arrival brought forth only more destruction, angels fell, buildings crumbled, and essence was drawn to him, devoured by his shadow. His eyeless visage stood in the center of the square before the Citadel, it was the center of a vortex, a vortex that assured the death of those who entered its sway.

Angels flew in, only to be snared by the constricting weight of his endless shadow, pulled in by his body and devoured by its unending maw. He walked, almost unimpeded, towards the building, his power growing greater by the second, every death, every life stolen fueling his chaotic sway over the world around him.

A pressure was building in the area, his vicinity, but even as it did another energy released itself within the area of the lord's senses. An essence he knew, but still hardly recognized. It was blinding now, sweeping over the city just as his own influence had. His body shuddered and he again felt the old one stir within him.

An angel, seeing an opening in the flux of energies, attacked him from behind, brandishing their blade and driving it forth towards the lord's exposed back. The shadow rose, ensnaring the fool in manifested tendrils of darkness, quickly engulfing him, and then pulling him into its depths.

There were no further attacks as the power emanated throughout. “A new gatekeeper has arisen,” the lord stated simply, turning his sightless gaze towards the Red square and walking away from the Citadel. The angels, realizing the severity of this, did not let up.

They swarmed in from all sides, some foolishly flying, but others using sheer grounded speed and ranged weaponry to fire upon the lord. Lances neared, javelins closed distances, but the lord continued to walk. His shadows rose from the surface of the ground, becoming a thick sphere of inky darkness around the lord.

Their blades impaled the sphere, becoming lodged in its surface. They were pulled in, crushed, and absorbed just as all else had been. The sphere folded out, touching ground once more and becoming what any who knew not the danger would consider a mere shadow.

Szayeis continued on, an d the angels continued their assault. Two even managed to step onto his shadow and charge him, only for their feet to be caught by the pulling abyss and their bodies slowly ingested by his darkness. “I am unending, foolish angels. None of your kind stand a chance against me, nor do any of my own.” His voice spread, sending shudders through their bodies, yet their souls were drawn towards him. Allured by the sound of chaos, the power he held.

Then a shining light, illuminating the sky with its brilliance, descended to strike down the darkness that stood before their Citadel. Szayeis took stance, raised his hand and blocked the archangel's blade with his bare hand, his mouth curving into a smile as he heard the movement of another pair of great wings.

“I am closed to your strikes,” the lord said with a smirk across his lips. The other angel swooped down, his wings tearing through the air, before folding in a dive bomb, his fists and divine light his only power. The first arch' pressed his blade down, pushing the lord back a few inches. His smile only grew, for while the arch' could resist the power of his constricting presence, his divinity could not.

The light emitted by the angel's wings began to be pulled towards the ground, the shadow's endless hunger tearing at the being's very essence. “You are but a mere demon...how can you be so...powerful,” the plates of armor that rested on the demon's face shifted to reveal two glowing white embers. The eyes pierced right through the glare of the arch', cutting through all boundaries and burying their gaze like a spear, deep in the angel's mind. “You are nothing but a relic,” Szayeis' voice growled, “and relics should remain in the ground, dead, where they belong.” The angel's armor began to vibrate harshly, rattling together even as his comrade dove to attempt rescue through defeat of the monster.

Szayeis began to laugh, a deep, multi-toned cackling, manic, maniacal, and filled with mirth and dark amusement. Its pitch rose and fell on multiple scales at once, striking fear even into the archangel before him. Terror seemed to emanate from the lord, and with his piercing gaze striking through him, the angel could no longer bear the sound.

Blade dropping from his hand, the angel fell to his knees and covered his ears. Szayeis turned and looked directly into the eyes of the plummeting arch who had thought to strike him down. The smile upon his lips was malicious as his shadows engulfed the other arch, strangling his essence and pushing itself into the being's body. “Possession is a marvelous thing,” the lord said with a dark grin on his features as the defeated arch rose to his feet and took to the air, wings beating till he passed his ally.

Blood fell into the pool of darkness as the diving arch's wing was split from his body by the blade of his ally now made foe. “I am Szayeis, the lord of chaos, and your essence shall be mine. Take honor in knowing that your miniscule existence will become a part of my power!” The lord laughed again as his shadows caught the arch and devoured him, ripping from him his essence and taking it all in one fell swoop.

For Szayeis was no normal demon, and he was likely the only being who could do so, as an archangel's essence was volatile. It was too bad that Szayeis' hunger was infinite and the stomach of his Origin endless. His smile having grown somewhat, the lord turned and bent his knees, suddenly erupting into the air and leaving behind a crater. The shadow however, never left the ground, only expanding as his body cast a larger and larger shadow. Those still in the square and all those below him found themselves suddenly entrenched and soon swallowed by the lord's shadow, becoming a part of him as many of their comrades had before.

So he landed, the armor once more covering his features, and readied himself to jump once more as the building below him began to crumble, and simultaneously be pulled in by his shadow's hungry maw. Again he took to the air, soaring over the city in search of the gatekeeper, in search of Hazumi, drawn to her essence.

The angel's struck.

Flying above him and slicing downwards an angel attempted to skewer him as two others passed him on his sides, slipping their blades through either side of his body. Szayeis growled, slapping the other blade aside, and spinning to slam his foot into the side of the angel's head, sending it flying. The other two soon found themselves in immense pain as his shadowy essence crept up their blades, despite them having flown away, and into the small wounds they had received earlier. Their bodies began to convulse and their wings turn black, as his chimeric power took hold of their bodies and devoured their minds. As this occurred the lord's wounds quickly healed and his shadows rose and formed wings on his back.

“Very well, you unruly lot, let us see how you fare when the sky is taken from you as well.” The angels swarmed in, taking passes at them, each less successful than the last as the lord impaled one, threw another, tore one in half, dodged three and landed on their backs, tearing their wings from their bodies and letting them fall into what remained of his shadows. They all fell, like birds in a flock, one by one, into the depths of his shadow, devoured in moments, to only add to his power.

Glaring as their corpses continued to fall, Szayeis noted a strange absence of essence near what he thought to be Hazumi's location. White eyes narrowing beneath the armored mask, Szayeis' body suddenly writhed and Origin State fell to shambles.

The angels were engulfed, completely, in a visceral mass of whirling black fog, taken into the nightwalker's body, and then suddenly infused with the very essence of madness and chaos itself. Szayeis had possessed them, all twenty remaining angels simultaneously. Then, guiding his flock of bodies, he took wing to the locale, intrigued by the strange absence.

Angels still attempted to attack him, but not for long, for the bodies his now possessed hid a large portion of his nature, concealing it within the quickly dissolving bags of flesh and gore. Few bodies could hold the lord for long, such was the nature of his chaotic soul.

Nonetheless, he would reach the locale in a few minutes, and then the party would truly begin.

Origin of Species

I'll work on my post today methinks

Essence of the World

Mairyell is going to notify them of the plan, then dash down, slaughtering demons as he does so, and quickly hotwire a car. Julian is thus gonna have to defend Mary while he does that, but once that's done they can high tail it out of there, Julian driving, Mary in the car, and Mairyell flying outside and clearing away any especially dangerous demons.

Essence of the World

Oh god.... Guess there's little reason to destroy the council building now. Hmmm, good thing Szayeis is the fastest moving of those who can wield. Damn...this is difficult.

Well, bravo, you sure have made things complicated.

Essence of the World

For anyone whose curious as to why that last quote is in there, well it was in the 'Data Files' thing I posted in the previous OOC (on the old guild) detailing the past things that Szayeis had done in Loom/on surface. One of them was a prophecy that ended up driving the clairvoyant angel completely insane, after which she vanished.

The following is the first half of the first verse of that prophecy along with the explanation of its translation/meaning in relation to current events.

"Eyes of glowing red, tears do fall,
The lord of end and beginning tall
Listen now as hell's gate splits,
Melody's sorrow, Chaos blitz,"

First line: Judas Iscariot's eyes are red and tears of blood fall from them in one of his forms.

Second line: Relates to my big secret.

Third line: Judas Iscariot is destroying the remainder of Hell's gate as we speak.

Fourth line: Melody will die when hell's gate falls and Szayeis has contributed in shrouding Loom in chaos! (Not to mention whatever happens in Wind's post)
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For those of you who are curious, I'll be giving the Data files to Wind to enter into the site (weebly) once more, so the full prophecy will be there.

This is the rest of the first verse, which follows after what is shown above:

"A lord long lost, a being of strife and sorrow,
Has struggled for its long, short, life,
Now they come, now one once more,"

Essence of the World

The Chimeric Lord of Chaos
Theme

Tired of hiding in the shadows, sick of waiting to strike, and driven to use this form, Szayeis walked now through Loom in that very guise. He took no time to hide his form from any who looked in his direction. He made no effort to conceal himself and so he was seen.

Angels soared down, those who were too stupid to stay away, and struck at him with their blades, their spears, and their fists.

As they neared his body their wings would seize and they would fall to the ground, where the lord's shadow would devour them, pulling their bodies into themselves and eating them whole.

He made no effort to resist them, they simply fell before him, around him, and into him.

Any humans who came too close were devoured as well.

Thus, after viewing the spectacle, the angels began to actually think, so instead of attacking the lord, they cleared his path. For if they could not stop him, then perhaps they could at least minimize the casualties caused by his presence.

Taking no mind to the pests whom skirted the edges of his body Szayeis' mind writhed with incoherent thoughts and the sounds of many voices clamoring for control.

'Give it back!'

'The body is mine!'

'Usurper, you have stolen my throne, return it!'

'Stop the pain...the fear, I just want to die. Let me die...'

'Sleep, I need to sleep.'

Some were more violent...unruly even.

'Tear them apart!'

'Weaklings, devour these inferior beings. They should not be allowed to breath the same air, share the same essence.'

'Yes, he is right, they defile this world.'

His own voice remained silent, but his will was unyielding as they pressed at him from all sides, some calling him a thief, some a usurper and a traitor. Others simply wished for their own death, while even more wished for the death of others. Szayeis? He wished only for their silence...and he got it as one much older presence roused itself within him.

His step faltering slightly, the demonic lord glanced to his side to see several tamer angels just waiting to strike as they shepherded humans away from him. As he turned to them they paused, telling the humans to continue away from the area. Then, the tamers readied themselves, expecting their readines to give them a chance.

A harsh laugh rang through their minds as they were assaulted and all six of them toppled to their knees as a crushing malice, and devouring hunger ate at them. Their minds buckled not in minutes, not in hours, but in seconds and they fell not just to their knees, but then to their stomachs, pinned to the ground as the lord turned and walked over to them, a dark smile forming itself on his formerly faceless visage.

Still, there was a great eeriness, for there were no eyes on his face so as he approached, there was no way for their breaking, shattered minds, to measure his intent. However, it was soon evident as the poor tamers entered the radius of Szayeis' body. As he approached they began to sink into his shadow, a shadow which was unnaturally large and unnaturally dark.

As if it were the abyssal void itself.

The angels continued to sink, weak moans and whimpers exuding from their throats as the shadows devoured them as they had their brothers and sister.

In response to their essence, the lord shivered once more and the shadows writhed throughout the entirety of Loom. His voice would then make itself heard throughout as his influence became unveiled and the aura his power cast revealed itself to all.

The entirety of Loom would be hit, almost by a shock wave, and enveloped by a horrifying terror, a primal fear. “I pity you all,” the lord of chaos said, its multilayered tones stretching over the entirety of the city's breadth. “I pity you for your ignorance and your weakness.” The lord then turned away and continued walking to his destination, his mind changed, and so the chimeric lord of chaos shifted purpose.

He would not seek out Hazumi, she would seek him out.

His voice rung out once more, “There is an angel within these walls, her wings dark as the night sky, with a hunger eating at her mind. She will make council with me, or I will raze that which she serves to the ground.” He then fell silent, though his mind did not, and bent his knees before erupting into the air only to land on the top of a sky scraper.

'Kill the heathens!'

'Destroy the abominations...'

'Let the pests rot in our stomach and be devoured by our might!'

'Silence,' the power of the voice shot through him and the others fell silent, leaving only Szayeis and the old one to speak within the great chimeric mind of the demonic lord.

'So you have finally realized the frailty of this world.' Its tone was one that had experienced much and lost all care for all things that existed, be they past or present.

Szayeis did not respond to it, not at first, and continued to approach the Citadel. He did not expect it to be ungaurded, but it mattered not. Seraphs and those below them were nothing to him, only the archangels stood any chance against him, but they did not face him alone.

'You fear me, do you not, demon? Otherwise you would not ignore my words, for such is unwise, child.' Szayeis twitched in response, feeling his form briefly shudder from continued exposure to the ancient presence. “I fear nothing, but fear itself...and I...am-” '...Fear.'

Again he twitched and his form writhed, but he paid it little mind as he traveled through Loom, devouring everything that stood in his path as he did so. 'No matter how much power you attain, you cannot defeat me,' the voice said after a long time of silence. Szayeis made no response, simply continuing to traverse the distance. A sigh could be heard within his mind, 'Very well, child. You need not listen, for you will know soon the fruitlessness of your intentions,' a harsh laugh emanated throughout his being and it made his body briefly dematerialize, where he splattered against the top of a building after a jump.

Cursing the old one, the lord of chaos quickly reformed and forced his ethereal form back into Origin state. He would not allow anymore of the being's intrusion. “Begone relic, you belong in the past where you came to be,” Szayeis said aloud in an attempt to reassure himself.

It was a mistake.

'I am eternal,' its voice roared in his mind, driving him to his knees as he had done to the angels. 'You are but a speck before me. Your essence is naught. Essence is naught. All is impermanent, and so shall be you...like all those before you,' gritting his teeth, the demon rose to his feet and his form shifted, the two armored horns moving to the sides of his head briefly to reveal the place where he should have had eyes.

There were none, but they soon formed.

They were not blue.

Instead what burned was a fiery white and as the eyes formed a steely determination could be seen within them as they narrowed and the lord spoke, lifting himself fully to his feet. “I will not be like those before me; I will not be like the rest.”

Quietus. Silence again reigned in his mind, for the ancient one had recoiled from the phrase, as if it were foreign. In response, the lord smiled and the eyes melted into nothingness. They were quickly replaced again by the plates, which shifted to their natural locale before Szayeis raised his arms at his sides and then thrust them down abruptly.

“Let there be chaos...let there be...” the lord smiled, “...death.”

The city erupted into activity. Demons emerged from the shadows and buildings they'd been hiding in. Humans of tainted purpose, mages and warriors both, struck out and in moment the place would become a battleground.

Yet where his pet dwelled, there was less. He would need him later, and so he would assure the vampire's survival. With this done, Szayeis moved his hand before him and pulled his shadows upwards into reality, before swiftly stepping within them.

With the next step, the Citadel rose before him and a smile spread 'cross his sightless features.

For chaos had fallen.

Caeriana said Eyes of glowing red, tears do fall,
The lord of end and beginning tall
Listen now as hell's gate splits,
Melody's sorrow, Chaos blitz,
….