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Post by Ecclesia on Jan 18, 2017 3:09:07 GMT
Time was taking its toll on the Daemon of Envy once again. It was a cruel master, that Time, though nothing that she could not be patient with. After all, she had already suffered from waiting on time for centuries, so what problem would a few more years pose? No real problems were present; Invidia simply had to bide her time. All while she had been hidden away, safely sealed in the back of Ecclesia’s mind, she had been brooding. Invidia was not one to waste the precious master, time, by sulking away and missing moments. The spirit had been gathering her ideas, and plotting vigorously, all while keeping her thoughts secure, and safe from the other side of her soul, and the foreign soul that had been placed inside their being to keep her powers at bay. Both Vince and Ecclesia had underestimated her. They did not separate her from her power-- she simply concealed it from them as she allowed it to grow and fester as the months passed by. Invidia had been lucky enough to keep the full extent and truth of her power secret from everyone else, and while the physical detachment of her Daemon side could bring her down and weaken her, with enough given time, it would be reenergized, and sit by, just itching to be used. Patience always had its rewards in the end, as Invidia learned long ago. The trick was not giving up; it was as simple as that. As the mind of Ecclesia finally found enough peace and security to dare sleep, Invidia sneaked away from the ever-vigilant eyes of Vince, the soul fragment that had been charged with keeping her from doing anything to the other side of her soul. His focus remained there, and while it seemed that Invidia herself silently slept, she reached out beyond to the other many pieces of her soul, using them as monitors to track down a target. Something strong… something that would eventually get her out of her predicament. With her many soul fragments, clairvoyance, and enhanced senses, the target was not hard to find. A powerful being, with almost, if not as much, strength as Darkwood himself, the proto-Daemon she had generated a truce with. The being was female, with light-colored hair dyed in various colors at the tips, and yellow and pink eyes-- an interesting being, but judging by just her soul, she would do just fine. And thus, with the powers that she had kept concealed from Ecclesia and Vincent, Invidia released the silent and subtle ‘claim’ to the mysterious woman’s soul. The claim was set with all of the strength and power she could muster, all while it would go completely unnoticed by everyone, including the contractee. It was the contract of a traditional Daemon, created under the sin of envy-- what else would one expect from a Daemon of Envy? The terms of the contract were simple: once the girl proceeded to either feel, think of, or muse on the concept of wanting to be greater than someone, or at least wanting something of theirs, it would be complete. The terms would be met, and the soul of the girl would belong to her. What was her name, anyway? It was something that the Daemon could clearly read, and needed to know for the contract to work. “Seria.”~~~ Nothing had been apparent to the youthful blonde as days passed. It was nice to remain comfortably in another physical realm again. Despite being a spirit, the girl at least had plenty of memories of mortal life. Though the memories could often muddle themselves into others, such as lives of various souls she had taken, somehow, they always returned back to her and remained as prominent as ever. This day was supposed to be just a simple one, where she could relax and not be forced to worry about carrying out the wishes of the late leader of Eden, Feya, nor anyone else. After the more recent event with the invasion of the evil spirits of Necropolis, Eden had just about scattered... almost. The small rebel group had not disbanded just yet, and Alice knew that it was only a matter of time before a meeting was called somewhere, and they would be back in full power, ready to rise up against the Authorities of Sanctuary. In the meantime, Alice would get herself ready in her rented apartment, taking her time, before finally leaving her lodgings for at least a while. It was late morning, and the Daemon was truly hoping that something interesting would happen- hopefully nothing on the scale of an invasion, but at least something good enough to ensure that the day was not boring. Only master time and circumstance could ever promise that.
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Post by Eryn on Jan 18, 2017 22:25:26 GMT
A blonde with rainbow locks would be walking through the fields where plenty of "Dats" were located. Small little stick beings with weird looking funny faces that usually kept to their own, loved to be cuddled, but no one should anger them. They attack in groups and have been known to break physics in every possible way just to make sure their targets feel their wrath. Despite their faces never changing, they are fun-loving and enjoy the bliss funny life they have. And despite being so powerful, a lot of unfortunate things happen to them. Like how one of them ended up in a jetpack and flown right at Seria with a fist extended, a small one anyways. But because it was so tiny, she just watched it come by the inches as it would near her eyes before she placed up her right hand and flicked the Dat. It would lose its jetpack and end up parachuting towards the ground as it swayed left and right rather quickly. Before obtaining a chance to land on the grassy ground, however, both her pale-skinned arms would embrace it before placing it close to her chest, hugging the adorable little being while trapping it at the same time. The only thing it could do in response was to flail it's arms adorably as it seemed to want to be out of the grip, only to then look up and realize that it was the luckier one of the Dat's of that moment. "That is so cute, I think I will name you Hammie." With that said, she would then grab Hammie and throw it up into the air with a mighty amount of physical force towards the sky. "Woo! Look at it fly! Goodbye Hammie!" The blonde called out to it before then looking down to all of the other Dat's as they continued to live their daily lives. None really knew what a Dat was, or how it originated. But nobody had a problem with them, not even someone as controlling as Seria, the rulemaker of their existence. Besides, she did not live to be a public servant, she was there to be the Mistress to all those who existed on her plane. So if people were indeed annoyed by them, that would be very unfortunate for them, because then she would make more. Ah, the joy of creationism and rules and she has yet to see any force defy them. With the exception of two, and that was still a mistake she regrets up to this very day.
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Post by Ecclesia on Jan 19, 2017 1:40:56 GMT
How long had it been? Months? Time did pass by eventually, and even the Daemon had placed the contract claim at the back of her mind. It was not until her stress and irritation began to teeter on edge while she was under constant watch by Vince, and taunted and ridiculed, at that. Why did she, a Daemon of Envy, have to be forced to put up with the nuisances and the blatant disrespect and underestimation from Vince and Ecclesia? Obviously, they considered her strong enough to apply a seal, so her control over her shared body and soul with Ecclesia would remain nonexistent. Regardless, why allow two formal mortals to suppress her in such a demeaning way? Her patience was running excruciatingly thin… perhaps it was time? Would time allow? Surely her claim had remained stable, though was a being like that blonde girl truly capable of being successfully contracted? Would she prove to be a useful tool for Invidia in the bigger scheme of things? While she noted that forcing the contract without the contractee meeting the terms would only result in it being weaker, how much longer was she supposed to wait? The terms were simple, and if time had gone on this long without them being met, it was about time for her to intervene. It could not weaken the contract enough for the point of it to be useless, could it? There was only one way to find out, and she had to do so without Ecclesia or Vince catching on. “Seria,” Invidia repeated, for the second time in her long life. Just by uttering the name, the Daemon would sign the contract and consider the terms met-- Seria’s soul would belong to her, and using it, she would be able to do whatever she wanted. All she had to do now was wait; the other powerful being would notice it before too long, and come to Invidia herself. At that time, she could make a move to completely capture the soul, and control Seria as she wanted. With the soul in her hands, she would finally be able to consume some of the power, and if successful, kill off her other half, Ecclesia. ~~~ Alice enjoyed the walk in the late morning sun to the nearby park. What better place to hopefully see some action? The golden blonde wore a white skirt and her usual black-colored top, covered slightly better than normal with a fancier white jacket. It was slightly chillier than other days, leading her to wear dark leggings and her favorite black-leather boots. She left her cell phone at home, highly doubting that Vincent’s reception in his own world would reach this new world where she had been dedicating most of her time. If he absolutely did need to see her, he would likely come to her himself, in person. Already reaching the peaceful park, which seemed to have been mostly untouched in the events following the attack from Necropolis, Alice continued her leisurely stroll with a calm smile, blissfully unaware of what was about to go down.
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Post by Eryn on Feb 9, 2017 21:59:29 GMT
The Dat's all seemed pretty lively. That was a nice thing to know for the future. They were one of the few reasons why Seria did not want to end the existence of... Existence? Perhaps that was the term. Even if she did not have any appeal to them, there was still one source of power that was way out of her reach. Simply due to one thing. They were unable to get the upper hand against each other. His existence, however, was a bliss thought to her, the many times she messed with him for her entertainment. Ahhhh, it was lovely, and she would love to return to those days. However, he learned a bit too early. Therefore, any plans that he might have had were ruined. And to think that her former plan would have really messed him up for good, on top of the fact that Miharu would have been extremely crushed by it all. Such a sweet girl, it was hard not to want to see her cry. But because of the unstable emotions, he felt at the time, it seems like she was unable to execute the plan that she had planned for him originally. It was her arrogance that was so costly. Oh well, it was time to continue on. So with this done, he would just pluck a Dat that was fly on another Jetpack before placing it the most convenient pocket. Unsurprisingly, it seemed to enjoy being there. Even Dat's had that sort of mentality. Hm, it did remind her of someone... But he was not even on this plane now. So it was not likely that he will ever get to see what a Dat was like. It was not that Seria could not let it happen. It was just simply because she could not be bothered. Why interrupt such an important event such as staying in the Dat field and messing around with them. Despite how cruel her mentality was, she still had a playful nature. It was used in such a cruel way, but it was still very much fun.
There were many things that involved her name around. It can be said, and she would know about it for sure but it would be ignored since they were just words. And the ones who said it could have been easily smitten. How lovely a thought, but torture was a much better road for them to travel towards. They all had their day coming. None of them knew that they lived in a dictatorship. Free speech was non-existent, but punishment arrived when they did not expect it. Seria has been living long in isolation for quite a bit, waiting was not something she had a hard time with. One little particular moment in general however would trigger the trap that crosses past the red line. "Oh? What's this?" She asked herself with lazy eyes as she would scan what had been placed. Based on what she could see, it might have been a binding contract. Like Hyn's Contract for example, or Sleepy Alysis. Regardless, it had to be shut down. So with a smile locked onto her face, he would play around with the wording a little bit. There seemed to be a trace of the user who left the mark on the contract. "Oooooo! Hello there, nice to meet ya Invidia! Let me just... Move this... Over... Here. And my name switches with thattttttt, erase, copy, paste, paste... Annnnnnd, boop! Now THAT is art." The roles have been reversed. But she decided to not find out what it did... Yet...
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Post by Ecclesia on Feb 10, 2017 2:39:02 GMT
The claim had been placed long ago, though the terms had been considered met by the sly Daemon, who had gained enough strength to exert her power over the claimed one. She was fed up with not being the one in control of her own soul. She needed a weapon, a tool, and Seria would be it... Or would she? The last thing the Daemon expected was for the platinum blonde to so vividly detect the forcing of her contract. More surprising that that, Seria even mentioned her name. Of course, Invidia knew that the aura from her claim could make her identity known, but how was her name discovered simply from that alone? The carefree and rather modern speech of the supposedly powerful being was strange to the Daemon, and also was an astonishing thing she did not expect. More importantly, the spirit began to feel something strange happen, almost instantly- as soon as Seria's voice left her mind. The dynamic of her very soul felt as if it were beginning to change. The very thing that made up her soul was being altered; would all of the fragments of her broken soul be falling under the strange, pressing influence she suddenly felt? Surely not... ~~~ "Invidia. What's going on?" the voice of Ecclesia broke through any other thoughts, confusion, and panic Invidia was thinking or feeling. The golden-blonde stood in the park, frozen in place as she fought the sudden, gripping feeling. It was not painful, but all too familiar to the once mortal side of the Daemon. The altering of her soul's dynamic brought her back to a time from long ago- when she had met the terms of Invidia's contract of Envy. The instant the terms were met, the Daemon of sin had painfully removed Ecclesia's soul from her own mortal body, and cast it into a void. The latter was not happening, though the strange feeling leading up to that painful moment of defeat was returning. How was that so, considering she now was the Daemon, and was under no contract. Not to mention, she was too strong to have anything forcefully place any type of bond on her. Just what was this? Most certainly, it had something to do with her other half. Invidia clenched her teeth and fought back her anger as she slowly began to realize what was happening. However, she kept her emotions, thoughts, and knowledge to herself, sealed away, and far from the reaches of Vince or Ecclesia. "I don't know, but I think I have an idea. Give me control, and I will figure out," the raven-haired spirit said calmly, giving no edge or hint for Ecclesia to be suspicious of. She knew that her other half hated relinquishing control of their shared soul, though hopefully, she would find that she had no choice. The blonde hesitated for a few seconds, fighting her panicked mind and the terrors of her past returning so casually. The offer was tempting- to run away from the present feeling and escape to the black darkness of her mind. However, even with Vince as her ally, doing so was still dangerous; just what trick was Invidia going to pull? First the feeling of the bondage of contract, and then a request to give up control? She was not so daft as to fall for such a scheme. "Never," she stated aloud, clenching her teeth and fists in anger. Did Invidia really think she was that stupid? Attempting to clear her mind of the fear and trepidation, Ecclesia closed her blue eyes and focused on her soul to peer into the changed dynamics. There was the trace of an aura, and one that was completely unfamiliar to her. Though Invidia hid the knowledge, the traces of aura itself could not be so easily hidden. Her soul was undoubtedly bound by something, and with that bond, the Daemon would track it to the source- just who was behind all of this? Within seconds, the Daemon would locate the source, and focus her ability to jump dimensions, worlds, and plains on it. With a quick blink of teleportation, the blonde found herself in a vast field, filled with the strange, white-faced, stick-figure underfoot. Frowning, Ecclesia would quickly turn her gaze to the odd one out in that odd world- a girl, who seemed roughly older than her, with lighter blonde hair with rainbow highlights, and strange, heterochromic pink and yellow eyes. "And you are?" the Daemon asked with a scowl, quickly realizing that this was the one she had been trying to find. This person was the culprit behind the Daemonic Contract.
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Post by Eryn on Feb 19, 2017 0:50:02 GMT
There she was! And to think that Seria would be given a chance to test it without harming the puppet. How unfortunate. "And you are" is such a nice question. She doesn't know thanks to a being within her existence. To put it simply, she became a puppet because of whatever was inside of her. Oh, what a wonderful development this ended up being. It made her giddy. [smear:FF0000]Hi there puppet! How is your day going? Who am I you ask?[/smear:00FF00] She placed her pointer right finger against her own lips, chuckling lightly. [smear:FF0000]That's something you should be asking to someone else.[/smear:00FF00] She would remark with a wink as he would then progress from chuckling to laughter as if it were an innocent joke. [smear:FF0000]Now what sort of assignment to sort the both of you too~[/smear:00FF00] There was not really much left for Seria to have left. Her fun was restricted a bit thanks to that one other being of this plane. With him out of the way, it would have been Seria who held all of the cards instead of half of them. Endelle would be nothing but ruins, and maybe she would be able to make him watch as well, watching everything he loved fall into nothing but ruins and agony. There was no better way to rub salt into the deeply cut open wound before she herself cut him opened worse than said wound. What twisted fantasies she could make a reality. If only it were not for the damn Ir that was within his body, his existence would have been wiped out a long time ago. Still though, she was glad that it was only him, who did not even spread it around and let humanity object to her. His mistake now leads to his downfall.
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