Angels & Monsters [Training | P]

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Wounds heal. Scars fade. Awful memories can be overwritten with better ones if given the chance. The little imperfections of our psyches become overshadowed by the people whose love we cherish because they cherish us despite our faults; physical, emotional, spiritual, or otherwise.

Rocky terrain spread out miles upon miles in front of the girl’s stiff body. Grey stone lay before her, cold, unmoving; old. It looked as if it had been there since the dawn of time witnessing the first rays of light, remembering the first fall of darkness. A light breeze caressed the lonely mountain, whistling through the cracks and holes time had left behind. The wind searched for something to play with and found only the woman’s hair, twisting and bending it as it wished in its divine movements. It passed over her skin, leaving behind a coldness so pure, so unforgiving she greeted it as an old friend. Her icy hands were clutched together tightly against each other; her feet crossed into one another, presenting each other with minimum warmth. The girl herself was wearing nothing but a shirt and knee long pants, hardly offering any protection from the metallic winds threatening to freeze her forever into time should she remain motionless for any longer. But none of this was of her concern.

Uzumaki Ophelia, the host of a three-tailed monster, Isobuu, sat still for an unknown amount of time for reasons known to only her. Her skin had turned pale, slowly taking on a sweetly purple colour that signalized the bruises nature had bestowed upon her. And yet there she sat, still, unmoving; almost lifeless. Her eyes closed concealing her emotions from the outer world, not that anyone would be there to process them. She was by herself, away from any kind of civilization, but not alone. Inside her mind there dwelled the beast, starving for its long lost freedom, waiting for the day it would tear apart the woman. Its power was horrifying, its nature evil by default. Its patience, unparalleled. And what greater a gift than patience?

Her face was devoid of any expression, only showing the vast concentration she was steady building up inside her mind. Times were dreadful and she would be in need of every last bit of prowess she could claim for herself.

You’ve come to me again….what is it that you seek?

A serpent like voice echoed through the halls of her mind meant to keep her safe, but not this time. It had long been since these halls had offered any comfort to the woman, if they ever had. They were cold and wet; unwelcoming, not fit to live anyone but a beast. That was what resided inside them, ruling over them, befitting to its nature only. Any humanity had long fled to other parts of her mind, giving enough room to the monster to keep it satisfied, in exchange for power. And power was what she sought.

Ah….I see….hahahaha….

The monster slightly laughed for it amused it how this woman despised its very existence, and yet came for help to it. Humans were not as complex as they pride themselves to be. For their hunger knew only one ruler, and that was power. The monster moved wearily around, the walls cracking as it passed them by.

I shall give you what you seek…once again…

Her eyes shot wide open, but there was no humanity to be found inside them. They had given way to the power of Isobu, kneeling under its thumb. The female creature arose from her posture staring far away into nothingness as it appeared. Her face stripped of any expression, she lifted one arm and the stone beneath her split into two, shaking, rumbling under the monster’s might. But it was not finished, its work was not done. The crack remained empty for not long, for an orange stone-like material emerged out of its depths, rising high into the sky. It defied logic, power, nature. It did not bend in the hand of the winds, it did not break under its pressure. It rose higher and higher until the creature extended her arm forward which led the orange stone down the mountain and into a lake, its length reaching unimaginable distances. Smirking devilishly the possessed woman formed her other hand into a fist, making the ground beneath her tremble once again. More stone cracked and more stone rose just beneath her feet, forming itself into a grand seat for her to take, lifting her high up into the sky. She grinned.

Your turn….

The words echoed for long inside her mind as the creature forced her eyes shut, falling back into the comfort of its cave. The woman opened them after only seconds, their human nature having already returned to them. She beheld a vast arrange of rock and rivers, no trees or green for miles to be seen. She looked down only to see how she was sitting upon what seemed a throne forged out of orange stone which seemed fragile but was anything but. Letting her hand feel it she noticed its uneven surface. Realizing that it was her turn to utilize this new gift she concentrated and after a while placed her hands on top of the stone. It started shaking and crumbling as it moved in dangerous speeds towards its source, on top of the mountain. It was a delightful change of colour, this bit of orange, compared to the ever gray landscape. The woman stepped down from the throne forged by and for the monster. Things like these reveled an awful lot about their creator.

Go…on….

The woman, fully in control of her body, but not of her mind, did as she was told and raised her hand as the monster previously had. Nothing happened. She looked to her feet; no crack no, no sign that would give away the coming of the orange stone.

Try again….

She pressed her eyebrows together. It bothered her a great deal how she was taking orders from an enemy she had underestimated upon their first meeting. She now realized she had never been so wrong in her life. This monster was not to be underestimated, not to be befriended, not to be trusted. The woman could not change the facts, however. It was strong and she needed to become so as well, no matter the price. She concentrated harder and the ground beneath her feet started shaking as century old stone was torn apart with what seemed little effort. Of course this was far from the truth. Slowly, the orange stone emerged from the new crack and rose in a spiral motion until it reached her height and came to a halt. The beast smiled satisfied and disappeared into the darkness.

Good….good….hmhmhmhm…

The woman was thrilled. She could feel the new power growing strong in her, looking at her palm that glowed for a few seconds a bright red before it dispersed into shards of red and floated away carried by the winds. Her gaze met the slide of orange stone and moved towards it, her intentions anything but hidden. With a swift motion she found herself sliding down the rock, her shoes gaining in heat from the friction. With a graceful ‘plum!’ she fell into the lake and swirled around for seconds as she watched the air bubbles escaping towards their freedom. She hovered there in silence, her mind vacant of any thought as she realized what she was capable of. With an elegant motion the water started shaking along with the ground of the lake, cracking open as the orange stone emerged in impressive amounts and speed, taking the woman with it towards the surface. It pushed her up, seated comfortably upon a seat similar to that of the beast. Her hands lay comfortably on the armrests as she rose higher into the sky, stopping after a few meters. She looked down at her creation.

A smirk made itself comfortable on her face.

This thing we call the human condition with all its bittersweet blind corners and senseless humor evolves from within ourselves and not because of some pre-ordained reverie we desire to cast in the constellations.

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Credits for the quote at the beginning and the end:
August Clearwing