Update of events

After the tension became threatening to be almost overwhelming I left the confines of AR, for about two weeks I spent the time merely drifting. I either hid away inside my shadow or visited Toxia, to see old faces and those I would still call a friend. I took Tokii there to show her my legacy that I left behind there, the innocents still whisper my name in fear and the darker beings exhalted me in praise. I can never return for long periods or even permentally, once the burned bridges had been somewhat fixed I returned to LA and my family there. Since then thoughts of setting foot in the Toxic dump are a great distance from my mind.

Kytara the one I know arrived pretty much after I fallen in to my old role of officer, she informed me that her Lich self had been torn from her and was wandering about on her own. She was seeking this missing piece in hopes to be made whole, but the lich was doing her best to avoid Kytara at all costs. Eventually though the two were re-united.

Following on from that came an influx of power endowed to me, strange tattoos had appeared on various members of the public increasing our own powers and skills. Some of them were unhappy and wary, ever hungry for power I accepted it as it is and used it. However after a few days the toll upon me was evident, I hadn't needed to eat I always needed to move. Yet with this surge of power there came agony, a constant pain in my muscles and in my head, I even started to sweat soon even using my powers became an extertion on me. Some of the family tried to corner me to assertain why I was becoming sick, I put up a fight with minimal effort and escaped. All the while Stein simply watched as he neither cared or was concerned over my plight, sometimes just sometimes I wish he would see me more than as a specimen. I want to be what he called me once, a friend. When my condition got worse Tony which, is short for his full name Anthony had stepped in to converse with me, lost inside my own insanity to quell the constant pain even I couldn't endure I listened to him and almsot bent to his request of getting rid of the tattoo. He passed out and I slunk away only to be impaled by Jo the darkest being I ever did encounter, then ganged up on by the madman doctor who was on his own verge of insanity. Once my blood had sprayed over him from the spikes in my body he went crazy completely, a strange woman was nearby one who made Stein twitch with anxeity. Stein hacked my arm off with a scalpel (not before impaling him on earth spikes) and I woke the next day in his lab upon a slab, my bearly healed body sporting more cuts and a sense I been violated in the medical fashion. My arm was still missing. It took further coaxing from Tony for me to have the marking removed from my other arm when it appeared, soon as it was gone I felt myself return to normal or as normal as I can get. We found out it had been a parasite, for some reason I felt deprived of something great.

After that Tempest's father came to collect her, there was rumours of High demons coming to turn us against one another. Avian was one of them who had betrayed us and even murdered one of our own prospects, Kaz too who had always been somewhat rogue now openly declared her rebellion. I didn't spend too much time trying to help or figure this out, mostly because when I was awake I had no idea what way to turn. Most of the events happened when I was resting inside my shadow, when our leader had returned to us fully I severly punished Avian for her treason. I now call her Pinata.

Recently though a group of old people have shown up, they are extremely rude and crass with no sense of decency or morals. They no longer follow the normal set pattern of their own human society, they stink of insanity and chaos along with other things I would rather not smell.

Yesterday I finally caught up with the mad Thorne Demon called Murdoc, like myself he does not conform to normal demon society that resides in this city. I have two sins my primary is Pride as is my father and his father who is Belial along with my father's brother Vulcan, my secondary sin is Lust that is to be expected since one I am female and two it would fit due to my past torments I went through. My third is not original to me it comes from my Lord, the sin of Gluttony that causes me to feed even when I am not hungry. My main priority is Chaos for those of us from Belial's bloodline tend to be chaotic in nature and therefore we do not conform, even my uncle who is usually so calm in composure has a chaotic nature. I guess that is why Murdoc likes to be around me, he is born from madness itself and thus has more chaos than anyone. In a way that is why I like him, so mad so insane so much chaos. Anyway I ramble I found him yesterday writing on a wall his mask almost completely broken, I bid him to teach me the runes he alone knows so I can help him. I learned and it made my head hurt to do so, but that is a price I paid and will pass soon.

In the meantime I have also had Tokii make a request of me, Hiffaro or Hiffy has also requested to spend more time under my tutorlage for Red hands. I even have more to learn from Murdoc, and Caiaphas has been missing for a while. Skitzo is in our prison after he got tortured and flayed...

No rest for the wicked!

Lolz of the day:

Anthony Brownrigg: Don't poke the lens! There is millions of people in there and you're poking them, you're also poking three fingers back at yourself.

Meltdown!!! Oh noes...

Lost Angels is on meltdown or at least the nuclear re-actor in Tempura is, so far I've seen no panic about the situation at all. Maybe even the mortals are not afraid that they will become nothing more than a crater, I have nothing to worry about if I get destroyed I can go see grandpa even though he hates me.

Travelling from LA to Tempura by Stein's side was a quiet walk, he didn't utter a single word til we reached the plant. It's like watching a kid who just walked in to a giant ass candy store, his whole face lit up at the sight of the building and all that science laying inside. When the woman Bomb arrived to let him in he began to rattle off all this nerd speak, okay admitedly I'm average with my nerding and he made me feel stupid. Really stupid...

I can see why I shouldn't bother with him at all, why I shouldn't keep trying among various other things. He makes me curious, he's violent, he's intelligent, I can hold conversation with him when we're on the same level, we share an interest in taking things apart. We're insane... There is no other human who gained my respect in the way he did, no other human I can tolerate to get away with the things he does.

Yet he made me feel like I was somewhat retarded, he's so beyond me there is no point in striving. Sigh... I might not be able to keep up with him in the science stakes, but I'm sure there are other subjects I can keep level with.

The plant is a lot different than the factory, though I would love to explore the area and see its wonders. Stein is going to be here for two weeks, two long weeks but at least he will be happy.

Now the big question is, can the nuclear team prevent us from blowing up?

Lulz of the day:

[20:23] Jax Stryker: [ *summons a Blueray, loses 250 MP*]

[20:34] Blueray Darkes: [on a roll ne?]
[20:35] Jax Stryker: [ Like a katamari, baby. ]
[20:35] Blueray Darkes: [*laughs*]
[20:36] Bombalurina Catronis: (( If I keep facepalming I'm seriously going to poke an eye out. ))
[20:36] Blueray Darkes: [You get used to him :)]
[20:36] Atrius Bellic makes a little machine with a flyswater to let Bombsie do her facepalming with "There you go, no eyepokage with this" lmao))
[20:37] Bombalurina Catronis: (( Thank you. I'll never be afraid of mosquitos getting in my face again. ))

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.

Limitless...

New land!

I was freed from Toxian City!

Stein and me we broke open my chest, tore out my heart and for the first time I could see it was black. Tampered with. Filling a jar with my own blood we placed the heart in to it, I entrusted myself to the doctor. Destroying my shell afterwards as I had dragged all the essence out of it, I will not be bound to this island anymore I needed more freedom.

My will is to serve the House, my desire to be all that I can, to be strong in all ways, I can not imagine why I trusted Stein to do this for me. He more than likely wanted to dissect the organ, to be fascinated by the way it would mend itself. Only other I would have trusted to take my heart anywhere would have been Pieter, but he never leaves the city and I like this human. Even if he is a monster.

Stein did his work in flipped out crazy mode, I could hear him as I beat inside the jar simply waiting. He spoke to me in that insane way he has when he's slipped, my blood on his hands falling between his fingers as he held my heart in his palms. I could feel myself seeping through his pores, burning a path to his brain infecting him with the madness I carry. In this state as just an organ with all but a little of sensory feeling lost, I had other ways to feel my enviroment and different ways to feel things. He placed me inside the body of a dead lycan, oh hell familar ground for me and I took to it like a duck to water. Fixing myself in place as my blood began the healing, with my weakened state I found I was unable to heal the surgical incision. The doctor got out thread and needle to sow me up neatly, while I spoke with a few members of the lycan's family.

For now I have been wandering around this new city and the delights it will have to offer up to me, I intend to fix the weaknesses that I have in this place to serve where I had no previous ties and where I am unknown. Too long have I had the prestige of respect from once being a Shadow Council member and one of the Seconds In Command, to return to humbler beginings where I had no such leadership and once more follow without expectations. I guess the urge to be where I feel belong to "pack" with others, is a thing I have been unable to kill off even with the months I spent as a demon.

My new playground - City of Lost Angels

My family while I roam here - Archaic Redemption

My future is in my hands, and I promise this. Skyler my brother dear I will always strive to remember my roots, to remember that people are tools and the way I used to use them. Hitaroki my friend and so much more, I will reach that full potential that you and others tell me I can achieve.

Let the cycle begin once more a new, in the body of a lycan called Dendra. Don't worry crazy little thing, we will be one completely and undeniably you will be mine.

Lulz of the day:

Do not give Blueray sugar and caffiene, the hyperactivity on skype scares the shit out of you!