Protect and Destroy

"Soul wrought of terra corrupt, quelling impurity, purging the stream to beckon forth an ultimate fate. Behold mighty Chaos, Omega's squire to the lofty heavens." Omega has been stopped. Gaia has been saved yet again. But now the squire roams freely, his form unable to change from that of which he shared with his previous host. For now the daemon is weak from his battle and separation, but oh, pity the fool that dares cross him. [Independent RP blog for Chaos post-DoC]

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I seem to have neglected mentioning this for the past month or so.

The following blogs have been/are being discontinued:

usherofsouls

keeperofthevoid

theceruleanbeast

apairofcats

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URL Change

terra-corrupt => usherofsouls

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[...Huh. Lost five followers on here since I last checked.

]

[sanguinesaint]

A different kind of encounter

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There is a moment when the daemon feels a need to reach out to the man. That moment disappears out of the rare respect for his personal space. He knows the ways of Hellmasker, knows how he feeds off their host’s negative emotions.

This could have gone infinitely better.

“…Any kind…in particular…?”

[sanguinesaint]

The prospect of Chaos…feasting on something that is not blood, pain, or the despair of hope lost has never dawn upon this man before; thus, it is at a great level of surprise his question has beckoned. Lashes flutters, a shifting stance sees my crimson irises glance back at him. Lips part, and close…”…I” The ex-Turk shakes his head. “Just drink…”

Pulling the fridge open, I reach for a can of beer.

To ask if the planetary ultimate weapon wish for one or not, it seems ridiculous.

[usherofsouls-blog]

Chaos gives a low hum in response, watching his host reach for the alcoholic beverage. How humans could stand such drinks was beyond his realm of understanding. Though, such questions could wait for another time.

"My host...I believe it's time...that I take my leave...and allow you to rest..." The daemon moves to the door, right hand clasping the handle. "Until next time..." 

Then he is gone, the lock clicking behind him.

[mallior-deactivated20201004]

Cid gave Vincent his drink last. “Can you even get drunk?” He asked. Vincent shrugged lightly. “I’ve never tried.” “I don’t think we’d like to see Chaos smashed,” Yuffie spoke up, having heard the question. “No, wait…that’d be really funny.” The rest of the team sighed in unison. The amount of damage that would ensue from a drunken planetary weapon would definitely not be funny.

One Week (FF7 Fanfiction)

[sanguinesaint]

A different kind of encounter

[sanguinesaint]

Interesting and not interesting. I have his attention but it is not that attention I seek. Pathetic. Worthless. Weak. Failure. Words roll on in a foreign tongue barely recognizable by men. The quality of his arms exists in the grating sound parting from beneath twisted mask— dry and sizzling, corse like sawdust. The ex-Turk braces himself, a shift of stance to have his arms lazily lace. What action is percieved in the mind only mirrors in the mind. The man who stands before Chaos remains frigid in his stance.

“Glad to know I was missed.”, dryly the host commented in a soft whisper more to himself.

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A sinister, rasping sound spills from that hidden visage in brief spurts, rising and falling. It is the creature’s laughter; a laughter that would send children screaming to their mothers and make most men quail before doing the same. 

Then he lunges for the man, weapon aimed for his head.

[sanguinesaint]

In mind, there is nothing like the space as one know. The shift from one position to another can be by steps pulling away, or just a touch of thought. Jerking back, what is commanded in mind is mirrored in body. In mind, the host has not yet to power to control those that he thinks he must. A sharp rein of upper body see long jet lashes flutter opened, lending the light of vermillion to the world once more.

Inhale. Exhale. Inside, heart is constantly pounding; I resist the urge to lick my lips. Another breath held is released. There is his topaz, glowing in answer, constantly watching.

I comb my hair back, body pivoting.

“I need a drink.”

[usherofsouls-blog]

There is a moment when the daemon feels a need to reach out to the man. That moment disappears out of the rare respect for his personal space. He knows the ways of Hellmasker, knows how he feeds off their host's negative emotions.

This could have gone infinitely better.

"...Any kind...in particular...?"

[sanguinesaint]

A different kind of encounter

[sanguinesaint]

The mind turns and the host reels away. Form within a mind, if one can call it that. His is becoming more obvious now. The erry glow from beneath that mask has never failed to draw a shudder from this body. Hellmasker. A child, and yet not. Not in the cold malice it displays. Hellmasker knows no compassion. The world fits only into two categories: interesting and not

Hellmasker knows no boundaries either. What has cut through this mind, it will leave a mark on my return. The wound that is not for eyes to see, here, there is a price for venturing to deep.

“You are not need now.”

Interesting and not interesting.

What shall it be?

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Hellmasker, a child yet not. He is a creature of self-satisfaction. To be forced to serve another left him in a constant, twisted rage. He wanted his freedom. He wanted control. 

Control that Chaos had prevented him from having. But now the WEAPON is gone. Now there are only the demons. Down here, there is only Hellmasker and his “master”. 

“Pathetic. Worthless. Weak. Failure.” Words accompanied by venom and honed to be sharper than any blade. Hellmasker is the personification of self-loathing for this man. 

And it is this man that he will break.

[sanguinesaint]

Interesting and not interesting. I have his attention but it is not that attention I seek. Pathetic. Worthless. Weak. Failure. Words roll on in a foreign tongue barely recognizable by men. The quality of his arms exists in the grating sound parting from beneath twisted mask— dry and sizzling, corse like sawdust. The ex-Turk braces himself, a shift of stance to have his arms lazily lace. What action is percieved in the mind only mirrors in the mind. The man who stands before Chaos remains frigid in his stance.

“Glad to know I was missed.”, dryly the host commented in a soft whisper more to himself.

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A sinister, rasping sound spills from that hidden visage in brief spurts, rising and falling. It is the creature's laughter; a laughter that would send children screaming to their mothers and make most men quail before doing the same. 

Then he lunges for the man, weapon aimed for his head.

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I'll take it. "We'll see" is always better than "no." Perhaps we could start with a smile? Just a small one?

"...And how...would that help...?"

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I have no idea what it is you want to be free of, only that you deserve to be free of anything plaguing you, and I want to be the one to make that happen.

The creature had to admit that this greyface was interesting, Perhaps there was a chance...

"Hm...We'll see..."

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I want to set you free.

The daemon let out a bitter laugh.

"Do you...even know...what I wish to be free of...?"

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If you could be anything for a day, what would it be and why?

"...I would be free..."

[It's safe to say that's all you're going to get out of him ._.]

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What is your favorite animal? (humans count)

"I'm...'fond' of humans...when they aren't harming the Planet...but I do not have a favorite species..."

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jynxtsilevon replied to your post: (GAHGlakjghlkajbh MARCH MARCH CHAOS IS BACK!)

(PPPPFFFTT I miss March!Chaos and his fun banter with Elfe)

[It’s still hilarious how he makes Elfe go OOC-ish xD]

[execoterrorist]

(not too ooc. Not more than Seph does. But he causes her to face up to her demons and she hates that. So she’s more like eight year old Felicia over battle hardened Elfe…or she’s’ just ooc haha)

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[Oh sweet Shiva, it’s brats all around xD Between Chaos, Vince, Elfe, Seph, and probably a few others, we’ve got plenty of amusing opportunities xD

[execoterrorist]

[Felicia/Elfe is NOT a brat.]

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[I will now direct your attention to Elfe and Shalua :P]

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Gives Chaos a polite nod and holds out a paw in greeting "welcome back my friend"

The daemon smirked and crouched down, taking Nanaki's paw and shaking it lightly. "I'm glad...to be back..."

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jynxtsilevon replied to your post: (GAHGlakjghlkajbh MARCH MARCH CHAOS IS BACK!)

(PPPPFFFTT I miss March!Chaos and his fun banter with Elfe)

[It’s still hilarious how he makes Elfe go OOC-ish xD]

[execoterrorist]

(not too ooc. Not more than Seph does. But he causes her to face up to her demons and she hates that. So she’s more like eight year old Felicia over battle hardened Elfe…or she’s’ just ooc haha)

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[Oh sweet Shiva, it's brats all around xD Between Chaos, Vince, Elfe, Seph, and probably a few others, we've got plenty of amusing opportunities xD

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jynxtsilevon replied to your post: (GAHGlakjghlkajbh MARCH MARCH CHAOS IS BACK!)

(PPPPFFFTT I miss March!Chaos and his fun banter with Elfe)

[It's still hilarious how he makes Elfe go OOC-ish xD]

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"But, in all seriousness, welcome back, Sirrah. It was lonely without you."

"Oh...? What brought this on...?"