Devil’s Bane
Truthfully the reasoning behind his madness for a Noble to go against his word was uncomplicated, he was in dealings with a pirate for one, two he held a previous background as a said pirate in playing the part that felt now a distant memory. Shiro was attempting to achieve something ever inquisitively, to propelling motivation; When a hand out is given does one thrive or grow any longer? No. - Parents to Mentors. Those we look up too, we search to them for answers and believe them in their field to hold it without an ilm of faltering he did not wish to create a beast made of complacency but one that was starved. A creature that would train itself to be able to devour giants. Belief in strictly a crew or painting a pictured philosophy that luck and friendship would carry against overwhelming threats inside their own demonic dimension in order this is the ethical ideology needed for preservation. With rejection the Keeper ensured that Kuro would be more desperate to pull in training and collect teachings in the short-span, in secretively he already had intention to agree to the terms but it would do no solace to tell his rival that. He preferred to let him suffer in time restraint. Unbelievably stunned still dripping sweat down his chiseled exterior and breathing from lungs of depleted stamina. “Are ye joking me matey? Honor? What happened to integrity? What sort of House is this rat shack? Thought yer stick was to follow by tailored Orders? You’ve been cooped up in here ever since the War, what could be more pressing than protecting your own? Ye think really that I am the only one affected, news flash, yer Royal Knight Sha is on the same shite-list. Which in-turn means it effects th’ people ye care about! Get over this pride, of yours!” Absolutely building up and fuming with seeping misunderstanding the action that was being played craftily. The regal man stepped in with an icy chill about him swarming and delving a hidden coat of protection. His tone reflected the same, “Listen... I believe this’‘ll be hard to grasp but you aren’t even on the same level as Sir.Sha either, don’t even get me laughing if you believe we’re equal. I merely allowed you to think you won and the only ones that even damaged me was your - woman which proved to match me in my GAME. Then the Star you abandoned, which I guided. Your whole entire career has been relying on your crew, or that thing that can’t even be controlled. You’re a liability if anything, how many times have you needed healed and saved? Pathetic... I would never honor even in amusement for a pirate. If I wished to engage you as it stands, you wouldn’t even make it to the Budokai for a rematch with me. If the threat looms over to me, I’ll defeat it. Through using your failures for me to prevail now out of my SIGHT.” His white-gloved hand pulled up before creating a snowy-print of aetherial energies carved a glyph beneath the feet of Kuro that would activate and eject him solely from his presence being in his Estate to an alleyway filled of trash in the Brume of Ishgard. Clashing down into the pile of putrid stack of garbage that the Noble saw those he had banished. The verbal battle had taken a toll and thought he wanted to lash out or get pay back to disapprove the thing was, there wasn’t anything to deny. He recounted since the very beginning of his climb, every, single time. He had been given sacrifice for his cause and brought misery and chaos to all those from threats that none held a chance. The Relics that were uncovered with every sweat seeping from heated flesh, graves made and dug, blood spewed for the Captain had become obsolete, he didn’t even own the treasure anymore cause he couldn’t handle them safely. Realization tore apart him in thousands of blades of truth piercing into his soul and mentally as he remained back pressed against the collection of foulness his confidence like a flame begun to extinguish. Hung in the silhouette of the shadows as a single street-lamp peered over his limp boot hanging off the trash-disposal. His runic tattoo etched onto his skin didn’t give him an answer. For a second his eye closed. As his purpose was meant again while he lived freely. Why, he moved. How, he stood. Those who impacted and sailed him to victory. Inside himself was the cruelest prison of them all planes forged of torment where there was no forgiveness, only screaming to sin. His escape was this one he ventured in, here he could surpass and overcome and be without a chain but inside his own inner-design, he was captive beyond comprehension. Simulated by agony, grief, pain, regret, emotions ran rampant.
He grew molten internally from sudden conviction because he knew that his brethren currently was struggling the same from possession and used as a backseat puppet. This was his mess to clean up, this was his crew and business to deal with. Like the Lord predicted he was famished and deprived on his own merit not the beast that slumbered. But his own, survival, preservation for everything started to weigh. Glinted-amber hues set on a path armed for labored knowledge to grow, train, reform himself into a weapon to forge himself the ability to achieve irrevocable survival. He had a little over six-moons or less to prepare and absorb enough leanings to become, bane of a devil.
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