Finally, after years of being entrapped in my repetition, playing through every failure, success, life choice, and lover. All consecutively, one after another in a multitude of different sequences and beats. but still all the same past experiences, hopes, and wishes. it was maddening, and I had successfully become hopeless. although the idea of insanity was freighting the constant fear of forever being confined within myself for eternity, was even more so.
Every reach and attempt of freedom only failing made this fear even more certain, and what use was sanity if it met yet more decades of the same dance? At least insanity was a promise of a certain bliss and an escape into the soft pillow of ignorance.
But now, I was certain this was my chance; whoever this was, could be no more than a gift from Fahety herself. Finally, the beloved lord of the feast had heard my prayers, to think someone so weak could have so much Qi And such a bloodline. why would there be so much latent potential in someone so weak? something so convent could only be a gift from the goddess herself. Or a vicious trap in waiting.
but the risk was worth it given the overwhelming chance of reward; there was no chance this one wouldn’t survive a transference, and I’m sure their soul would be delicious; I just needed them to make it here without being devoured by any of my dyers. Ananian federation, are maybe even a migrants from the red haze.
It has been years since I’ve even seen an infernal; very few of them leave their side of the front, and I don’t blame them. I’d like to imagine that in a thousand years, some people would be able to work past their prejudices, but I doubt it, sense powerhouses from decades past, before even my time still most likely roam the front, in fear of them and their military might.
I can only hope if any war has ensued that it has long passed, then again it might be a nice distraction. I know that if I’m not careful with my escape I may end up being the fronts ‘main concern. that is if anyone important is still alive. A thousand years should be no time for syndicate dealers, as long as there not killed.
given the fact they only deal judgment to the most difficult of threats, being killed in the line of duty wasn’t all that implausible, and I’m honestly counting on it because given the fact I am going to be using a dark art. while being sealed in a government-mandated prism. I can only hope my family hasn’t disowned me and will allow me asylum, because, I can only at most. hope to hide from the front for a whole of 3 weeks, on my own.
my power has Dwindled in these years so even that is questionable. As I surveyed my mind, a certain someone, was only drawing closer, and as he did my anticipation only grew, and my curiosity even more so, he had given a strong enough impression on my hive, seeing as not one of them had tried to kill or devoured him since his massacre of the weakest of my Dyer, so I found it strange the not even those in the Midear stages cared to try.
I understand that his poison is quite deadly, but given that his so low-leveled, it shouldn’t have any real effect on anything above the linear stage, I’d assume they should be fine for the most part. there is definitely something more going on, with them, and it makes me a bit anxious, but regardless of the fact, I have to continue, I only wish I had access to my hive so that I can know what it is about him that has them so scared.
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time seems to be slowing as the individual that will be responsible for my freedom draws closer, only minutes away, and I am fluttering with a multitude of Perturbing emotions, as Elated as I am that a strong chance of freedom is nearing, the pessimistic, and doubtful thoughts still seem to be, lingering, and the more I push them down, the heavier they weigh on my heart. “cease your doubt young child Fahety always provides,” I said while trying my best to push past my doubts.
they were currently in this moment, entering the Red River, and the grave of my oldest, may he rest in the embers, just wait for a while longer, my child, you will return soon, and the bastard who slayed you will feel your raft yet again. “its time” I said readying myself for the job at hand, “mother. lord of the feast, I pray to the. may you bath me in the blood of luck, as you feast a pone the nape of her neck.”
I then funneled all the Qi in my body from my core and past the slither of cracks I was able to successfully inflict on the prism. after exactly eight hundred years of effort. once the Qi had successfully leaked out of my entrapment, I then allowed it to oz in the Red River and spread throughout it into I had fully encased its entirety, all 300 meters of it, if I was free this would have taken seconds, but in my weakened state, it may take a few minutes, 10 to be exact, but, it isn’t like I’m in a rush, this was the easy part.
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the hard part would come, when it was time for me to force their body to become something kin to a magnet, when that happens, it would pull at my soul like its life depended on it. which will be quite painful. giving it will force my soul to squeeze through, the needle-thin cracks in the prism. in which will be, quite difficult given how powerful my soul level is, due to years of honing my Qi and tempering it.
making it thicker than your average soul, which is why I couldn’t do it on my own efforts, that and the fact that my body disintegrated years ago, so existing without a host would be impossible, honestly, I’d have at most a month before the gatekeepers come to escort me to the spirit cloves. which wasn’t all that bad of thought not too long ago, but given the opportunity that has presented itself, I’ll take advantage of a chance of having a body now, instead of trial and error of searching for one in soul form.
I need a body now, I couldn’t let them get away with their cruelty and whatever could get me closer to revenge the fastest, was the one I would always take. with that in mind, I began to start claiming full control of the Red River, and once claimed, it was time to start the next part, in engraving, in which I threaded blood together, into it resembled that of the sharpest of needles before etching dark runes into the skin of my soon to be body, making the groundwork, for the transference, and once all the engravement where on the skin and ready to fuse, I did exactly that.
I patiently lined every rune with dense and refined Qi, as I did so, I could feel something strange happening inside of him, but I couldn’t quite make it out, so I put it aside for after I had finished with my process, perfectly threading my Qi throughout all of the runes. after I’d finished, the strange feeling was back and stronger.
" What was happening inside of him at the ?” I thought while beginning the activation of the technique, and right before I did, the strong piercing feeling of dread started to sting throughout my being as whatever was happening inside of him had now become very prevalent, and apparent, but it was too late I had already activated, my technique and what happened in response was quite horrendous, he was pulling at my soul.
he was devoting everything in sight. the blood of my oldest, the Qi in the surrounding surrounding, the grass the trees, the prism. he was a black hole at this point, and with every single thing he devoured, he only began to gain more valuer, beauty, and power with it, it was a sight unlike which I had ever seen, as he glowed an almost purple hue, I’d only seen a sight like this once before, Kona, the hag, she’d eat every and anything if it met she might get stronger, and the one time it seemed as if she might have been bested, she began to, lose control, and devour, the devour world her, to gain the upper hand, a frightening women indeed, one I am glad I’ve never been on the bad side of.
he must be her descendant, are maybe his practicing the same art, whatever the case is, making him a vessel is impossible, he’ll just end up consuming my soul and becoming stronger in the process, all I can hope to do, is maybe petition a contract with him, and hope he accepts it. I Don’t know how given his state, but if I don’t somehow gain some tie to his bloodline, I’ll no more than cease to exist in a few. I’ll be greatly weakened in the process, but at least I’ll still have a chance to survive. “I, Iornhide d Vermilion, offer my soul, as a loyal dyer.”
and without a second’s notice. I could feel my request being accepted, followed by a voice, that rang in my head, with an otherworldly echo as it did so. “he is not to be lead astray, I know of your ways Iornhide decedent of Fahety d vermilion, the Vamperian lord of my time. now known as the lord of the feast. She owes me a great deal of debts, and as her decedent, you also bear the responsibility of, paying them. my child is not yet ready for the power he is consuming and could end up destroying himself, and anything in a 50-mile radius, I need you to stop him, by forcing him to endure your virus,” said the dark lady as she demanded my obedience.
“you can’t mean for me to bless him, I’m just a soul, I couldn’t bite him if I wanted to, and a soul blessing is impossible for me to perform in my current state,” I said, ‘Look again, child. I do not speak fool, nothing I ask will ever be in jest.” with those words I took a glance at myself, and to my surprise, I was flesh and blood, “but how?” I asked. “well you can’t very well be a good servant as a soul can you, but understand turning him will do you a great deal of affliction, you won’t even be half of what you were before, but if you remain loyal to him, in time it will not mater, because you will be even more then what you could ever be.
‘and if I……”
“you die, and I’ll throw your soul into oblivion, where you will not only perish but cease to exist. do you think I am one to be tried young fool .” asserted the dark lady, loudly.
so much so my ears began to oz blood. “yes, your darkness I’d never question you again.” I said while quickly rushing to dish out my task. the mess this beautiful monster had made was terrifying. It was as if I was looking into the eye of a storm.
was this worth my freedom? I thought. as I struggled to fly through the cores and sharp atmosphere that cut through my skin like a knife, luckily Vericks healed quite quickly, but the closer I got the sharper the air got, I was at least at half the power I’d been at before I was imprisoned, so this didn’t hurt me all that much, and the poison staining the air was a familiar irritant more then a hindrance, but I would be lying if I said I was at odds with myself in the moment. I had pride. this child I have years of experience over. is now going to be my better, and also was going to steal the Little bit of progress I had gained over sentries, and I was supposed to believe, that I’d gain something out of, this." damn this world," I thought as I finally closed in enough to look my soon-to-be master in the eyes. he was beautiful. almost god-like, all the doubts I was having disappeared as his red glowing eyes gazed into my irises. maybe this was the effect of some natural luring technique but I didn’t care, everything felt right and calm, despite the mess and ruin around me. I'd never if even once have felt so sure of anything in my life, and at this moment I didn’t even have the will to fear that fact, as I went in, so I clammed his neck with a swift. CHOMP!!!