Monday, 25 January 2010

Weakness of the Mind

“Weakness of the mind, its different for each one of us”, the black demon Janvier tells his newest daughter. “For me it is the fact I am easily controlled”.

The newly completed demoness lifts her head to view her father and sire, her tongue licked over her lips before she makes a response. “I’ve got strong mental barriers; I’ve had practice thanks to Drake”.

Janvier laughed then in amusement at her as if what she had said was funny, though to her it was not and later on stood her in good stead. Unlike her father she was not a puppet to anyone, except perhaps Dimentox who was able to overcome her defences. Pieter also had done the same but he had been allowed in, in a counter to it she became more cautious to who she let in. Her mind, her sanctuary. Blueray was not safe from the weakness of Belial’s bloodline; her existence was driven by hate, rage and basic carnal needs. Then there were the times before the foul and bad temperament took over completely, she would randomly be seen running through the Toxian streets and around people. Her voice lifted in to song that spoke of random things, when she dashed off once more people wondered about her state of mind.

It was clear to those around when she had the chance to hurt another that clearly she was not alright inside her own head. Torture of the living things often got the demoness worked in to a frenzy that she would lose control over her held shape and her true form is on show. Oh how she did enjoy to hear the cracking and breaking of bones, something that she had picked up before she became a demon. Her weakness was the instability of her mind; she suffered the need to be covered in blood. So close to being a clone of her father, perhaps such a thing was inevitable.

Terrox himself had called her insane.

Blueray was to be found sitting on the edge of the volcano which, is inside the bowels of the place everyone called The Pit. Her blue, clawed feet splashed in the boiling lava un-phased by the heat, surrounded on all sides by dark walls with the usual whispers of spirits by her ears. Hands stretched out behind her, she had her head tilted up to view the glass ceiling that was also the floor if you stood up on that level. Blue irises constantly drowning in a black abyss of her eyes, flickering her gaze as if she could see things that weren’t there. She was thinking back upon the forms of insanity she had seen in her family, Kishi was prone to extreme violent outbursts and Nuku was a schizophrenic. Picket well Picket was already extremely unstable; perhaps she wasn’t as affected as the others.

Since she has been taking in more chaotic energy that had begun to unravel her sanity more and more, then there had also been the arrival of Doctor Franken Stein whose madness infected her own. Those two often spiralled one another down to insanity fuelling each other, she mutilated and devoured herself while the human madman had the visions he alone could see. Her violence had increased especially when she became unstable, coming out in bursts that would be directed at targets for her hate.

Her thoughts now upon her own blood that causes horror visions, allows people to see demons from the other plane. Little vessel of madness that she was immune to her own effects, she was perhaps considering that maybe just maybe the weakness of the mind was caused by this blood. Why else would the children of Belial that were once stable of mind, become such demented creatures when they are turned?

It made sense... If she thought about it, it really did make sense.

Blueray’s own catalyst that broke her mind in to pieces was chaos, helped along to complete its shattering by Dr.Stein.

Why that human?

Slipping further in to the volcano to submerge herself completely in its heat, she pondered upon this one insignificant being that had gained her respect and friendship. For her time among the House of Shadows she been surrounded by varying degrees of madness, dementia and insanity, she could not place her finger upon it why it was he who dragged her down the rabbit hole. Heaving out a sigh the demoness of black and blue hues began to swim down through the hot depths, the questions asked by herself with no actual answers nor were they to be found.

Why not Vistyne? It was obvious the red demoness herself was crazy, with a temper that matched or perhaps outmatched her own. Would she not have been a better and more worthwhile one to be breaking her mind? Or Emmelia half brain dead, and had messed with Blueray’s mind causing agony for days.

“I’ve lived with insanity all my life; your blood does little to affect me. I think they keep my own visions in my head company”, words of a madman.

Was that it then? The fact he had been mad since the day he was born, is that why it had been Stein and why they infect one another?

Tucking her knees up under her chin, her tail curling about her ankles and her arms wrapped about her legs. She now floated inside that lava to get some rest and feed from the spirits that flowed from its hellish mouth opening, those thoughts and those questions still whirling around and around in her head.

Besides being around insanity wasn’t so bad, being completely insane was rather refreshing.


Friday, 15 January 2010

My scapegoat

In my grasp of mind control that I am once more excerising to its full extent, I have had the Righteous human girl Roxy as my new puppet. When she failed me I abused her for it, punishment to hope she doesn't fail again.

She failed!

Two failures and I was not happy with her I was already one step ahead, going to the church I was hoping to get hold of the book of Stryke myself. However a nice turn up for my own books was pilgrim's willingness to help our Lord Pieter, who was suffering from the fact he couldn't feed. So I made a deal with her. If she could get me a bone from Calleigh's mother, I will release Roxy from my control and pilgrim would be helping Pieter to be free of the curse.

The idiot agreed to the deal as willing as I was to free the human right there and then pilgrim said upon her succeeding for Roxy to be released. Fine with me means I get to keep the little mugworm for longer. Little does the angel though that her task would set her up nicely to be the fall man, or in other terms in some cultures called a scape goat.

Pilgrim succeeded and handed me a finger bone, I thus recieved the item and freed their comrade. Awwwww sometimes it is so good to be me, and that babypyre Kash decided to keep insulting me.

Beat him down and infected him with my brand of madness.

Serves him right.

Lulz of the day:

[20:10] Marv Whittaker: Bye the power of Greyskull...
[20:10] Blueray Darkes: I jizzed in my pants

Thursday, 14 January 2010

He drives me nuts

I have nothing much to say...


Stein drives me crazy he pushes me in to my insanity, so much so that I want to scream and gouge out my brain matter. Claw open up my own head and scoop out the mess, throw it across the walls and ground in gruesome fashion.

This is what he drives me to...

I want to murder him, I want to break him, most of all I want to learn from him. There is no other human that I respect as I respect him. I let him get away with so much, fucking god damn monster Stein.

Lost inside my insanity, I will mutilate myself.

Lulz of the day:

[11:59] Spawn Rieko: Just because you don't do it now, doesn't mean you're not going to do it later
[11:59] Spawn Rieko: You can't trust yourself in this kind of situation. Something could come up that you weren't expecting.
[11:59] Spawn Rieko: How do you solve this problem?
[12:00] Dakira Seetan: with cheese
[12:00] Spawn Rieko: I'm being serious right now.
[12:00] Spawn Rieko: But yes, cheese helps.
[12:01] Spawn Rieko: Think for a second lol.
[12:01] Spawn Rieko: What would you do?
[12:01] Spawn Rieko: What SHOULD you do?
[12:01] Dakira Seetan: you want me to use my brain now?!

Try me

Upon one of my incursions in to the LA base I found Jess taped, tied and chained in the cage at the back of the base. Intriquied I made my way over and woke her up from her slumber, she stirred briefly to try and convince me to free her.

Now if I was stupid perhaps I would have just freed her on her word alone, that just because the host is an officier doesn't mean anything. If you're sitting there chained up there has to be a damn good reason for it, I do love to overstep my rank boundries and take matters in to my own hands. The taste for taking command and leading still fresh, though occasionally it turns stale in my mouth and grows bitter. If the AR was smaller it might be easy to go above my own rank, this family is huge and growing all the time doing so could get me in trouble. Specially since Tempest doesn't mess around when it comes to dishing out punishment.

Pain is fun in the right situation but not the way Bosslady deals it.

Banter between small, short and sweet if ya can call it sweet, I said I would tell our leader that Trime as she now calls herself wants to be free. I guess no one really knows that caging something wild, generally ends up killing them on the inside out. We as demons have to be free. I left her there in the cage, to go and find Bosslady or at least an officier. So far no luck. Oh well Trime maybe later.

Lulz of the day:

[15:43] steyr Shutt: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the insides of da Blue, she has a toaster in there and a vacuum cleaner too, but the rat cage and the rodent i dont know she got from where, but when i looked inside yesterday i swear it wasnt there .... lalalalala ((continues singing))

Monday, 11 January 2010

Fairy tales and unseen horrors

Not quite sure how I ended up speaking with a fairie, or as I have dubbed her butterfly simply because her wings remind me of such. I saw some butterflies once and her wings were just like them, I wanted so much to grab a hold of them and pull them off. Butterfly wandered away leaving me behind with Dux and some feline girl, typical that my bad mood always drives away victems. *sigh*

The cat was being an irritant though I actually expect that of felines, I shot a spitwad out of the air with a fireball. Fucking immature bitch. Reluctantly I went over to her and the demon Dux, both proceeded to think of ways to cheer me up. *Yeah like I need that* Or they were just pissing me off by discussing my heritage, I was made in to a demon not born I'm a full blood and royality at that. Fastest way to piss me off other than some other tactics, yes yes I won't relate that here not right now. Is to call in to question whether I am part demon or part something else, if I recall that Delrith my first sire had the heart of a dragon inside that body made of demons. I can only assume the draconic traits come from that, but my father's essence is what runs rampant and makes me who I am.


Fuck you all just because you got no idea how to make your own spawn without fucking someone, doesn't mean you got the fucking right to pull my own bloodline and family in to question.

I am going to poison that girl with my blood make her see all the things that no one can usually see, she seems willing to be shoved on to an adventure. Hey at least it will be her fault and not mine. Hehehehehehehe

Lulz of the day:

[20:42] Marv Whittaker: omg, cake ate me
[20:42] Jax Stryker: In soviet Russia, cake eats you?

Sunday, 10 January 2010

Old faces

I figured I have been neglecting my journal again, since Bosslady has requested that we write in them for a week... Well what better time to once more pick up my pen and my journal to write, my history and my thoughts since coming to LA and joining the AR inside a lycan's body. Like I ever needed an excuse to write anyway.

I had spent a few hours in the bar called the Zodiac listening and drinking, I have a thing for vodka its a potent drink but not as strong as say absythne. Damn love that stuff but having it in my bloodstream is not a good idea, specially not in my current condition that will once again take time to calm down. My body is on fire the needs and urges of it enflamed to dangerous levels, I was glad for this growing cold that was happening inside the bar as I leaned against the pillar.

Going to have to find Stein I have things to work out with him, I want to tear him and break him thrash him to an inch of his life. Then drag him back to health only to do it all over again, the thoughts of such make me shiver in delight.

~Violence excites me~

Upon just being observent the bar is still somewhat empty, its at a comfortable level of people right now. I hear a familar voice and a familar name, it came to right then I recalled a certain frog with a soul trapped inside it. Poor taste in joke that was it made Hitaroki so mad to have seen that, eventually after I spent days looking after the thing he stepped on it. Anyhow my old friend Elamyrath Bracken, a person who escaped Toxia just like I did and we know the wanton desctrution of the fiend that believes he controls the city there.

So we spoke of the Kindred Allience of Dimentox and I clued him up on some recent events, I felt his anger and I did as I always did I fed on it. I think I am becoming a glutton, I wonder if that is another of Pieter's influences. Never the less the energy was stored, I grew weary along with my frustration and usual bad temper coming in to play as the bar filled up. Out out I had to get out, making my exit I left that place stepping out in to cold air. This place is full of people I used to know.

Following morning I found out we got to keep a journal for a week, I guess that's why I can find myself writing this now leant up against a lamp post near the LA pack den. Maitso is sitting on the magazine stand just kicking back, I hadn't seen him since he left the family I hadn't gotten any orders to get his head on a platter so I generally left him be. Yeah I know my first entry of the week isn't all that sick or twisted, I'm just putting pen to paper right now while talking to the vampire about a few things. Nothing important nothing even serious, idle chit chat to be honest. I got mildly amused at the Pack getting victems near their base, they seem to be a bit brighter than the ones back in Toxia.

I hate the Pack in that city, at least these ones here I can tolerate. They seem to be able to think for themselves, and not base everything upon their own instincts. Such is the way I see things that if your IQ is so low then don't bother me, if you can hold a decent conversation I will welcome it. That does not mean I will like you, I generally hate a lot of things... I wonder what else can happen this week, I hope to be able to write something interesting at least.

Lulz of the day:

[12:28] Jax Stryker: [ Piet's presence is so strong it causes my DCS to reset? ]
[12:29] Blueray Darkes: [XD]
[12:29] Pieter Seelowe: ((yeap, epic Pieter))
[12:29] DCS2 2.46.10: Suyuan Quan OOC: He's epic like that.