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[The Devil Remains]

Through the dead of night. The sound of slow footsteps echoed through the hallways of G Corp. The Devil incarnate himself once again made his presence known within the towering building that he used as headquarters.

It had been quite some time since the demonic Mishima had shown his face. It had been months since he had found himself within the glossy confines of the marble floors and granite walls. While it may have seemed off for him to be at a loss, it took quite a bit of time to process everything that had happened. Despite reigning victorious over his father, he wasn't finished just yet.

His dark energy cast an omnious presence far beyond that of G Corp. A disturbance in the air that could only be felt by those enlightened enough to distinguish what that feeling was.

Kazuya had returned.

"Through the fires of Hell, the demon always returns."

[[ I just wanted to drop in and say that I love and miss you all.

I know I haven’t been around much in the last few months; though I wish I had done better with checking in.

My random absences were due to a few different reasons.

For starters, work has kept me drained as the weather is warming up.

To add to that exhaustion, My family recently found out my grandmother has cancer. Dealing with that alone is difficult enough, however, the thing that makes it overbearing is how tore up and stressed my mother has been over it. Of course I understand her being upset, it is her mother after all; but now I’ve been stressed out trying to keep her level headed. Why am I stressed about my mom? Well, my mother is a heart patient. So it’s crucial that my father and I do everything we can to keep her from letting her nerves go over the edge.

And....as always, I’ve still been fighting with my mental health issues. For a while, I felt like things with me were getting better. While I enjoyed the brief times when things were okay, it was short lived. Lately I’ve had this strange and unsettling feeling that I can only describe as “losing my grip” or “having little motivation or interest in life. It’s gotten to the point where I would swear I can physically feel the numbness that I used to only feel mentally. Feeling like “I just can’t do this anymore”.

As I said, I miss you all. I guess I felt that all of our paths went so many separate ways, so I tried to distance myself to make it hurt a little less. You all were like family to me. I’ve finally gotten myself to accept it to an extent.

Now, I won’t put you all through any more venting. I just wanted to drop in and give a quiet hello to everyone. Because don’t think for a second that I forgot about any of you, it was more of me being afraid to “show face” around here for fear of rejection for being gone for so long.

Trust me. I thought about the lot of you;

Every.

Single.

Day.

Hope you all are doing well.

— Kaz ]

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Once more Kazuya found himself standing at the window of his office. Nothing had changed. No matter how many different ways he thought about it, his situation was still the same.

Despite the mixed feelings he had about the death of his father, deep down he felt the same. All of the wasted time he spent, constantly retreating from this place in hopes to clear his mind. He still felt the same. It was just something he couldn’t free his spirit of.

He still continued to hold this overwhelming feeling of anger and maniacal hate. A burning thirst for destruction that would make even the most godly of beings shudder.

Why did he still feel this discontent? The restless feeling of complete dissatisfaction. Was killing his father not enough?

If that didn’t please him, then what would?

He turned to face the mirror on the wall beside his desk. The dim lighting barely bright enough to illuminate him, but strong enough to display his tormented expression.

Time and time again, he found himself, staring into the same mirror. Until one night, he finally discovered what was plaguing him.

Kazuya had received the closure he wanted but the journey to reach it had ignited countless fires along the way.

“Enough of this…”

angel-nightshade

Angel had just gotten back from grabbing some of her and Kazuya’s favorites for dinner that night. She was bound and determined to lift his mood somehow or at least alivate what was bothering him slightly. She hated seeing him so tormented and as his soul mate/partner it was up to her to help anyway she could. Heading up the elevator to his office area she walked into the kitchen and started plating things, pouring the drinks, and lit a few scented candles she knew he liked. “Right, Dad maybe send me a little luck that this works.” Taking a deep breath she went for his office door and knocked softly. “Kazuya? I got some dinner ready if you’re hungry. It’s all set up in the kitchen for ya.” She spoke after a moment hoping he would take a break and perhaps relax slightly. For as much of a firebrand Angel was even she worried about the devil she loved and wanted him happy.

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Kazuya’s eyes turned to the door as he heard a knock. His troubled glare remaining unchanged; despite knowing the voice that followed.

Slowly he stood from his chair, hesitant to move as his thoughts still raced. Frustration fresh in his mind. He thought this plan would be effortless. There was little to no chance that anyone would oppose him.

Except for Lars.

Lars seemed more than hesitant to trust Kazuya’s proposition. Complicating the situation further by saying things like ‘The people will still want justice.’

As if his mind wasn’t clouded enough, memories of the failed attempt to find Naomi began to surface. Kazuya and Angel were just seconds away from success but as luck would have it, some of Lars’ soldiers were in the area. Forcing Kazuya to call for a reluctant retreat as he didn’t want to give him any further reason to complicate things.

Kazuya softly shook his his dismissively, returning himself back to reality once more. The powerful aroma of dinner crept through the hallways. The smell was delightful even with him not having much of an appetite.

Walking into the main corridor he found Angel lounging, waiting for him to finally leave the confines of his office. The look in his eyes easily giving away his wandering mind; searching for an answer. A breakthrough to make this work.

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Angel was lounging nursing a glass of whiskey lost in her thoughts of everything going on and how to solve it. Damn Lars for being so stubborn and insisting on some form of justice if only to satisfy people…absurd! That had already been done by Kazuya’s own hands when killing Hehachi yet Lars refused to back down citing the war that had broken out. If only the damn fool would accept what Kazuya was offering him it would stop and be finished. Things were tense yes and both sides were ready to resume all out warfare if the other pushed too much. Something had to give or else nothing was going to change…how she just wished Lars would see that and just give in already! “Thrice damned idiot…what I wouldn’t give to just knock some sense into him.” She growled out lowly before taking a long drink still not noticing Kazuya was behind her. “Yeah like that would work, a little match with the stipulation being the loser had to accept the terms of the winner…if only such a thing were possible.”

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“He leaves me no choice.” Kazuya’s powerful shot through the once quiet room. His words dangled on the edge of cryptic and obvious. Cryptic in his intentions, yet obvious that he would be the one to push first.

If anything else, Mishima blood had one basic instinct.

Defaulting to War.

Kazuya felt satisfaction in knowing that his half brother was obliviously falling within the same family stereotype, to indirectly refuse an open truce and put his pride before the well-being of the world.

He moved smooth and silently through the room and sat down across from Angel. Gazing into apparent nothingness with a deranged look in his eyes. The same look he wore when he walked the earth again after he was believed to be dead. With Heihachi gone, there were only but a few souls on this planet that could hold their own against him. Kazuya was beginning to realize this as he began considering new strategies for a new assault on his enemies.

Angel’s curiosities on how to settle matters would be practical for normal people. However, this family wasn’t normal. If Lars and Kazuya were to face off, there wouldn’t be a loser, only a winner and a memory.

#sorry it took me 20 years/ still trying to get myself together :/

The G-Corp rooftop was shrouded in complete darkness. Nearby buildings weakly lighting the edges of the Devil’s lair, appearing to show no signs of life. Save for one scarred face that loomed within the dark void that enveloped the area.

A soul that had no choice but to retreat for another war.

A war inside itself.

Once more, Kazuya emerged from the treacherous depths of the sanctuary that was his own mentality. This time the sorrow and concern were absent. The demented Mishima had taken it upon himself to decide for the others that....it wasn’t over.

A new mentality had quickly made Kazuya more deadly than ever before. The realization that with both Heihachi and Kazumi gone, there was no one and no reason for his morals to be conflicted.

Preemptively putting the world at his mercy. Walking the edge of his own sanity. Throwing morality to the wind as he pushed the blurry thoughts of his mother to the back of his mind. He knew what it would take and he would give each subject of interest one last chance to decide their fate.

{{ “Damn it! I forgot to get on my blog for two weeks!”

Any have any tips on how to not do this? Lol}}

{{{{Since this blog is pretty much my base of operations; and most of my contacts are here. I’m going to post my current active and WIP muse list here. (Mainly so I can get on here more and not accidentally forget about them)

I’ve been trying to branch out and it’s actually been a lot of fun. However, I’m not a popular person nor do I know a lot of people. So if anyone wants to thread in any with any of these let me know. : )

**Note: Kaz blog will be just a little slow while I’m still developing these others. (The Pokemon and Fallout muse actually have full stories I’ve been writing as well.)

Muse (Verse)

- Kazuya Mishima (Tekken)

- Lee (Fallout 4 OC)

- Jasmine (Fallout 4)

- Ren Daikroz (Pokémon OC)

- Kaegro Dartak (Star Wars OC)

}}}}

devil-kazuya

Once more Kazuya found himself standing at the window of his office. Nothing had changed. No matter how many different ways he thought about it, his situation was still the same.

Despite the mixed feelings he had about the death of his father, deep down he felt the same. All of the wasted time he spent, constantly retreating from this place in hopes to clear his mind. He still felt the same. It was just something he couldn’t free his spirit of.

He still continued to hold this overwhelming feeling of anger and maniacal hate. A burning thirst for destruction that would make even the most godly of beings shudder.

Why did he still feel this discontent? The restless feeling of complete dissatisfaction. Was killing his father not enough?

If that didn’t please him, then what would?

He turned to face the mirror on the wall beside his desk. The dim lighting barely bright enough to illuminate him, but strong enough to display his tormented expression.

Time and time again, he found himself, staring into the same mirror. Until one night, he finally discovered what was plaguing him.

Kazuya had received the closure he wanted but the journey to reach it had ignited countless fires along the way.

“Enough of this…”

angel-nightshade

Angel had just gotten back from grabbing some of her and Kazuya’s favorites for dinner that night. She was bound and determined to lift his mood somehow or at least alivate what was bothering him slightly. She hated seeing him so tormented and as his soul mate/partner it was up to her to help anyway she could. Heading up the elevator to his office area she walked into the kitchen and started plating things, pouring the drinks, and lit a few scented candles she knew he liked. “Right, Dad maybe send me a little luck that this works.” Taking a deep breath she went for his office door and knocked softly. “Kazuya? I got some dinner ready if you’re hungry. It’s all set up in the kitchen for ya.” She spoke after a moment hoping he would take a break and perhaps relax slightly. For as much of a firebrand Angel was even she worried about the devil she loved and wanted him happy.

devil-kazuya

Kazuya’s eyes turned to the door as he heard a knock. His troubled glare remaining unchanged; despite knowing the voice that followed.

Slowly he stood from his chair, hesitant to move as his thoughts still raced. Frustration fresh in his mind. He thought this plan would be effortless. There was little to no chance that anyone would oppose him.

Except for Lars.

Lars seemed more than hesitant to trust Kazuya’s proposition. Complicating the situation further by saying things like ‘The people will still want justice.’

As if his mind wasn’t clouded enough, memories of the failed attempt to find Naomi began to surface. Kazuya and Angel were just seconds away from success but as luck would have it, some of Lars’ soldiers were in the area. Forcing Kazuya to call for a reluctant retreat as he didn’t want to give him any further reason to complicate things.

Kazuya softly shook his his dismissively, returning himself back to reality once more. The powerful aroma of dinner crept through the hallways. The smell was delightful even with him not having much of an appetite.

Walking into the main corridor he found Angel lounging, waiting for him to finally leave the confines of his office. The look in his eyes easily giving away his wandering mind; searching for an answer. A breakthrough to make this work.

{{ *sigh*

I had been planning all week to get several things rolling on all of my blogs and writing platforms but apparently my mind isn’t going to make it easy.

Ive started noticing a pattern in certain things.

During the day, I’ll hit random elevated moods where I’m extremely optimistic and think “I’m gonna do this and that blah blah”. Everything seems perfect and fine. Unfortunately, during the time of day when this happens, I’m at work.

Then when I get home and get settled, it’s like my brain flips a switch. Well, maybe flip isn’t a strong enough description.

I get home and my brain grows legs, straps on steel-toe boots and drop kicks the switch.

It’s like all of the upbeat energy I had all day did a complete 180.

Some days it’s just a “meh” feeling. Other times it gets a little worse and just a hopeless feeling. Here lately, it’s gotten a little more severe in that I’ll sit here, drown in my own self loathing and hope that when I fall asleep that I never wake up.

I’ve done just about everything I know to do. Trying to sleep better, trying different timing with my meds, and just not pushing myself so much.; but even that didn’t seem to help at all.

Just wanted everyone to know that I wasn’t trying to be difficult when I’ve said I wanted to come back to my Kazuya blog. I want to, I’ve been trying, I really have.

It’s just...something isn’t right.

Truthfully, I’m Not sure why I’m posting this. I guess I just enjoy talking to myself; either that or it’s my ever cryptic mind trying to tell me something is wrong and reverts me to rambling through text in an effort to create a distraction.

It’s almost like I can see myself in third person. I can see the issue and I can sort of tell what’s going to end up happening if I don’t do something before I lose control of it, but at the same time it almost feels like I’m being stupid for no reason so then I just throw myself into denial and try to ignore the glaring issue that’s right in front of me.

Anyway.

I just.

Well, I just don’t know really.}}

{{ So, The reason my activity here has fallen so much is this. I get tunnel vision really bad sometimes.

This is a OC story I’ve been writing. It’s based on Fallout but follows its own little path.

It’s not exactly lore friendly; but those parts will eventually get explained later in the story.

Heres a link if anyone cares to look. It’s trash right now but I’m trying to get better at this}}

Once more Kazuya found himself standing at the window of his office. Nothing had changed. No matter how many different ways he thought about it, his situation was still the same.

Despite the mixed feelings he had about the death of his father, deep down he felt the same. All of the wasted time he spent, constantly retreating from this place in hopes to clear his mind. He still felt the same. It was just something he couldn’t free his spirit of.

He still continued to hold this overwhelming feeling of anger and maniacal hate. A burning thirst for destruction that would make even the most godly of beings shudder.

Why did he still feel this discontent? The restless feeling of complete dissatisfaction. Was killing his father not enough?

If that didn’t please him, then what would?

He turned to face the mirror on the wall beside his desk. The dim lighting barely bright enough to illuminate him, but strong enough to display his tormented expression.

Time and time again, he found himself, staring into the same mirror. Until one night, he finally discovered what was plaguing him.

Kazuya had received the closure he wanted but the journey to reach it had ignited countless fires along the way.

“Enough of this...”

The Devil Arrives

“There are those who doubted this day would ever come, what have they to say now?”

{{ I’ll die before I let this shred of happiness leave my body...this place is the reason I’m still alive. I refuse to let it slip away. }}

My Own Demons

[[Sorry for my lack of activity again. I’ve been going through some sort of existential crisis or something. Accompany that with intense nostalgia trips and it’s spiraled into an extremely severe depression. Take all of that and mix it with the fact that it’s been unpredictable and will come and go out of nowhere, it’s been hard to keep up with myself lately.

Family keeps telling me to talk to a doctor but what am I supposed to say when nothing can be done about it. What? Tell them I’m depressed about my past and didn’t appreciate it enough and I’m upset because I feel it’s to late to appreciate those same things now? Tell them that I have strong emo tendencies but feel that I’m too old for that so I talk down to myself for it and think I’m stupid and childish? Tell them that there is no reason for any of this? It’s pointless. That death seems so pleasant but too terrified to go? Tell them that there is no point in talking to anyone about my feelings because at the end of the day no one gives a damn?

How am I supposed to say any of this when that is barely a slight touch of what I’m really feeling and when I get remotely close to putting it into sensible words, I can’t find anything but silence...]]

#*sigh* sorry. just had to release a bit

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Dancing with Devils

{ @rebellions-angel }

Kazuya became eerily silent after his minimalist explanation to Angel. Curiosity danced in his eyes as he wondered how she would react to discovering that this plan wasn’t to eliminate a person; instead eliminating a war.

A turn of events so drastic that no one would believe it. A change of heart so extreme that even the gods were oblivious to it or surely Angel would have picked up and said something.

As for Naomi’s fate; Kazuya hadn’t thought to much about it. He would have to tread lightly upon that subject as he didn’t know if his half brother was for or against the nuisance. Ultimately, Lars would seal Naomi’s fate. Kazuya was willing to cooperate with Lars as long as the intent was mutual.

The possible outcomes were as sensitive as a house made of cards. One minuscule imperfection and it would allow come crashing down. The world would be sent deeper into hell; more than it ever imagined.

——

Weeks passed and little to no information on Lars or Naomi’s locations were known.

Kazuya relaxed in his chair and propped his head against on fist as he read through documents that had been presented to him.

“I wonder if they somehow got word that they were being hunted?” His voice barely breaking through his hand as his dead stare looked to Angel. “Could Wulong have said something? Does he associate with Lars or 401?”

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“Not really, Lars could be considered a security risk and wild card to Interpol so there would be surveillance on him. It’s not Lei though who is the assigned detective, likely someone who is undercover which he’s not capable of. Leti is more of a beat detective and I haven’t see anything about him interacting with either of them.” She replied looking over some photos and files in the lounge meeting his gaze briefly. “He’s more of annoying than clever…the lack of information right now is likely a common reaction after taking the city back. If I had lost a major foothold I’d be finding the deepest place to hide for a few.” That was just her putting herself in Lars position yet Naomi was tricky by nature. “Hopefully we’ll have Naomi captured soon…I’ve good a good feeling about that plus she’ll mess up and leave herself wide open for capture. The only variable is if she uses her ability, that could make it harder on the squadrons.”

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A look of extreme approval covered Kazuya as he listened to Angel’s explanation. Remaining quiet as he absentmindedly thumbed through files, not even looking at them as he paid close attention to what she was saying.

‘He’s more annoying than clever’

The words continued replaying through his mind. He was amused to hear her opinion on Wulong but in shock that her words were exactly the same. Kazuya has always found Lei to be more of a inconvenience than an opponent; which led him to say think exact words Angel had just said.

A smug laugh escaped him but he didn’t offer an explanation. Instead, Kazuya offered his plans for the evening.

“Her ‘abilities’ are a ruse. She only leads the oblivious to believe she is more powerful than she really is.Tonight we will sweep the city. Our surveillance elsewhere has put her on the move. Judging from her history, I can usually assume her intentions. With G Corp searching everywhere else, she will surely believe she could hide in plain sight; thinking we wouldn’t feel the need to investigate our territory. She’s here somewhere.” Kazuya said in a low and confident voice.

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Angel looked up when he laughed but stayed silent going back to reading the file in her hands. When he told about going out into the city she smiled and looked at him with bright eyes. “Sounds like the perfect date…dinner, spending time with you…and taking care of an annoyance at the same time.” Hiding in plain sight only worked if no one expected it in the first place. Unfortunately Kazuya in her opinion always thought of everything including anticipating his enemies escape tactics. Naomi was easy to predict due to the same methods she used in trying to escape attention and sneaking around. “It will be priceless to see her face when we catch her.” Angel said with a humor filled tone in her voice before gathering up all the files to put away. “I’ll go get ready…this might be one of our best date nights.”

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Kazuya and Angel walked to the garage area of G Corp. he revealed that tonight’s task wouldn’t be carried out on foot or in the air. Instead it would be in the comfort of pure power and luxury. The echo of footsteps stopped as they approached a black car.

“She would expect us to ambush from the air or on foot. She won’t expect this.” Kazuya said in a smug tone.

He retrieved the keys from his pocket and with a push of a button, the Mercedes AMG SL65 came to life. A flood of xenon blue light washed the area in front of the car. The twin-turbocharged V12 engine’s growl echoed across the concrete floor sending vibration in all directions. It was a truly fitting car for Kazuya. It looked powerful, sharp yet sleek edges complimented its already aggressive body lines. The deep powerful exhaust tone sounded as if it were possessed by a demon that was begging to be unleashed. If Angel wanted a ‘date night’ this would certainly fit the criteria, at least by normal standards.

“Let’s go.” Kazuya ordered as he opened the passenger door for Angel to get in. “We will start on the North Side of the city and work our way down.”

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