Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2021 19:41:38 GMT
[ BGM — The Scariest ]
The feeling of being one with oneself, having a true sense of who you now are is one of the most revitalising things in existence. The feeling of knowing who you are as a person, what you aim to achieve as a person, and where your roots really lie. The ecstatic, mind-flushing feeling of finding the strength within you that you never knew you had. Have you ever made a decision in which you immediately regretted? Have you then released all of the bad thoughts about that decision, knowing that deep down you really needed it. Really wanted it. Really craved it? In recent history, psychologists argue that a person will have three selves. However, in the case of Natalia, all of her selves converge and diverge, forming a personality in which could be considered the personification of such an instinct. The instinct from the events leading up to her birth, and upbringing, to lead her down this path. The path in which her father before her had taken, and the path in which she is now the Erebeus, or at least one of herselves are. Despite this, and the fact that Natalia is still a young - albeit mature - lady, she has grown up with such a burden hanging over her head constantly.
"Depravity"
"Bloodlust"
Both of these ideas, emotions, feelings, urges and cravings threaten to chase her growth by the second. Her father before her allowed himself to be consumed by such ideas, because as a crybaby teenager in the middle of skirmishes all around the universe, he had no power. Nothing for himself, and no power to speak of whatsoever. However, Natalia was different. She was prideful and yet never publicly conceited. The Erebeus Lance was known to contain the hateful, darker than black emotions of people. Her father had indeed become the amalgamation of such a force, however what if the Erebeus Lance had emotions of its own? What if the Erebeus Lance had a spirit of itself? This of course would never be known, however one thing is for certain. It changes people. It changes their spirit, their souls, their very being. And as much as Natalia isn't nearly as powerless as her father before her, retaining her emotions despite being conceived by someone possessed by such a lance - it would touch her life for good.
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The feeling of being one with oneself, having a true sense of who you now are is one of the most revitalising things in existence. The feeling of knowing who you are as a person, what you aim to achieve as a person, and where your roots really lie. The ecstatic, mind-flushing feeling of finding the strength within you that you never knew you had. Have you ever made a decision in which you immediately regretted? Have you then released all of the bad thoughts about that decision, knowing that deep down you really needed it. Really wanted it. Really craved it? In recent history, psychologists argue that a person will have three selves. However, in the case of Natalia, all of her selves converge and diverge, forming a personality in which could be considered the personification of such an instinct. The instinct from the events leading up to her birth, and upbringing, to lead her down this path. The path in which her father before her had taken, and the path in which she is now the Erebeus, or at least one of herselves are. Despite this, and the fact that Natalia is still a young - albeit mature - lady, she has grown up with such a burden hanging over her head constantly.
"Depravity"
"Bloodlust"
Both of these ideas, emotions, feelings, urges and cravings threaten to chase her growth by the second. Her father before her allowed himself to be consumed by such ideas, because as a crybaby teenager in the middle of skirmishes all around the universe, he had no power. Nothing for himself, and no power to speak of whatsoever. However, Natalia was different. She was prideful and yet never publicly conceited. The Erebeus Lance was known to contain the hateful, darker than black emotions of people. Her father had indeed become the amalgamation of such a force, however what if the Erebeus Lance had emotions of its own? What if the Erebeus Lance had a spirit of itself? This of course would never be known, however one thing is for certain. It changes people. It changes their spirit, their souls, their very being. And as much as Natalia isn't nearly as powerless as her father before her, retaining her emotions despite being conceived by someone possessed by such a lance - it would touch her life for good.
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The night was foggy, the sun having just set. The young night sky illuminated the surroundings in a blue and white stain, placing more attention of the cracked, barren ground below. The heaps and hills of rock, mud and ores extruded from the ground unnaturally, as if someone had dumped the earth itself in the nearest open area. However, this spanned for miles upon miles upon miles, the wind picking up speed at times - blowing debris, dust, sand and rock with an incredible harshness. Onlooking this lonely and barren landscape stood a woman. She was short, her deep black hair being incredibly obvious to the eye despite the barren wasteland, the smells of rock, wet mud and dirtied air filling the senses with an overwhelming force. Her overcoat fluttered rapidly with each brush of the dancing wind. And yet, there was a sense of solemnity. It was almost as this woman had begun calling herself the ruler of the wasteland. At this moment in time, after meeting members of the BLADE organization, and after peacetime fell again - they were all back in their own territory. Natalia however still had questions - many to be precise. After being taken to the Temple by her grandfather's word, she would just have many increasing questions. She was still a girl however, with her father's legacy, and with his death - she had a burden on her shoulders in which she would need to make sure she kept in check.
Onryo - The Vengeful Spirit.
Some say the Onryo is the bringer of death, however that couldn't be further from the truth. Onryo is the name given to only one woman - and is given because she had become what many fear the most. The culmination of the bad thoughts from hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people - and those matured. Natalia's father was soaked in battle and bloodlust - and she was the end-product of a legacy in which not a single being in the universe would willingly want to shoulder. However, for Natalia there was one hope, one hope for her troubled mind, soul and spirit. Zone - the Leader of BLADE, and someone who has contained such a power before. All accounts of the man named Senso Yanakido all depict a balancing factor to his madness - and a more than equal match for him. Zone was that person, and Natalia in her spur of madness, wanted a piece of such a force, or was it the last vestiges of her father's will? Either way, she had already knew what she must do. Onlooking the barren wasteland, she had not yet changed forms, but was struggling to keep this intact - the thoughts in her head spiraling, stirring and broiling. On her way here, she had placed measures to draw her desired opponent in - along with losing control, if Zone had spent as much time with her father as documented, he would immediately recognise the type of darkness emanating from Natalia, hooking him into battle.
Her face looked upon herself like she was in true agony - the mental strain of holding back the darkness shows, and it was obvious why. She gripped her Mahesvara blade, stabbing it to the ground using her right hand, the blade itself reflecting the light that shone from the moon - the delirious woman not being able to hold back any longer. Letting out a deep scream, she gripped her hair, releasing it from the plaits that she had usually kept it in, the wind immediately blowing her hair back and her eyes burning with a black void - her depraved smile laughing at the sky, claiming the wasteland as her empire - and her inner-self crying out, stopping this from happening and trying to bargain with the spirit within her. A surge of pressure erupted from her as she overlooks her empire of dust and ashes, any insects that still remained quickly rushing from beneath her presence - instinctively knowing what may occur. Natalia had no reason, no proof that Zone would know what to do about her condition, let alone come to the random wasteland to face off against her - and Natalia knew that. Could this just be her crying out?
The pieces were now in line. The woman, sat in her throne of rocks, onlooking the harsh wasteland - and Zone, the last piece of what she needed to know - her inner-self crying out for help, maintaining a slim chance of any logicallity. In her mind, she wanted help - however she had no idea if Zone would kill her or not. The double-edged sword in which she would need to brave.
What would happen now?
Onryo - The Vengeful Spirit.
Some say the Onryo is the bringer of death, however that couldn't be further from the truth. Onryo is the name given to only one woman - and is given because she had become what many fear the most. The culmination of the bad thoughts from hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people - and those matured. Natalia's father was soaked in battle and bloodlust - and she was the end-product of a legacy in which not a single being in the universe would willingly want to shoulder. However, for Natalia there was one hope, one hope for her troubled mind, soul and spirit. Zone - the Leader of BLADE, and someone who has contained such a power before. All accounts of the man named Senso Yanakido all depict a balancing factor to his madness - and a more than equal match for him. Zone was that person, and Natalia in her spur of madness, wanted a piece of such a force, or was it the last vestiges of her father's will? Either way, she had already knew what she must do. Onlooking the barren wasteland, she had not yet changed forms, but was struggling to keep this intact - the thoughts in her head spiraling, stirring and broiling. On her way here, she had placed measures to draw her desired opponent in - along with losing control, if Zone had spent as much time with her father as documented, he would immediately recognise the type of darkness emanating from Natalia, hooking him into battle.
Her face looked upon herself like she was in true agony - the mental strain of holding back the darkness shows, and it was obvious why. She gripped her Mahesvara blade, stabbing it to the ground using her right hand, the blade itself reflecting the light that shone from the moon - the delirious woman not being able to hold back any longer. Letting out a deep scream, she gripped her hair, releasing it from the plaits that she had usually kept it in, the wind immediately blowing her hair back and her eyes burning with a black void - her depraved smile laughing at the sky, claiming the wasteland as her empire - and her inner-self crying out, stopping this from happening and trying to bargain with the spirit within her. A surge of pressure erupted from her as she overlooks her empire of dust and ashes, any insects that still remained quickly rushing from beneath her presence - instinctively knowing what may occur. Natalia had no reason, no proof that Zone would know what to do about her condition, let alone come to the random wasteland to face off against her - and Natalia knew that. Could this just be her crying out?
The pieces were now in line. The woman, sat in her throne of rocks, onlooking the harsh wasteland - and Zone, the last piece of what she needed to know - her inner-self crying out for help, maintaining a slim chance of any logicallity. In her mind, she wanted help - however she had no idea if Zone would kill her or not. The double-edged sword in which she would need to brave.
What would happen now?
