Ana
The blade sunk into the man's chest, pinning him to the wall. Ana smiled with smug satisfaction as she drank in the victory. "See? Its the natural way of the world. Disipline will always win out. Salvation is inevitable."
The foxgirl turned to walk away, her steps barely registering among the cold concrete. A black ooze coated her dainty toes and the girl looked down at her feet before slowly turning behind her. Eyes widened and a indescribable chill ran down her spine. The foxgirl's heart throbbed so intensely that it legitimately felt like it would burst from her chest, as if her vital organs could somehow comprehend this monstrosity more than she ever really could. If that was the case, then death was the better option.
"N-no father I could never I-"
Ana grasped her own head, her right eye twitching, her entire body shaking. "Hatred? Father do I hate you?! No Father I hate that teacher.. I will kill him for you father I- AHHHHHHH!" Her screams ran through the entire sewer, her body consumed with black fire. Her skin melted away, leaving only thin musculature and bone.
"Lawrance you..." she started, pressing her hands against the box she suddenly found herself trapped in with bloodshot eyes. "YOU FOOL! YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP ME HERE! I'll kill you! You can't kill me like this! You pretentious little shit! Who do you think you are!?"
Then, she saw the eyes and realized the true horror of her situation. "N-no. W-what are you?"
The black spikes began to sink into her skin, yet she could no longer bleed. Tears fell from what remained of her cheeks. Many times, this girl found herself crying, sometimes for no reason. But in this moment, this second, she understood all too well why.
Entheo
Entheo stood up, his heart pounding. Blood was still coming from his jaw, dripping down and tainting the already murky waters with his crimson body fluids. There was also the stab wound to the chest. After all of that, it was starting to catch up to him. Every pump to his heart radiated pain throughout his entire body like a current of electricity.
What is this sensation?
Survival instinct, fear, the dread of facing a wall.
No we are... my life is flashing before my eyes.
25 years earlier... (Skippable)
Even though it was a full moon, no one could see it from behind the layers upon layers of dark clouds, crackling with thunder and lightning. If the clouds were obscuring the sky, then the rain was obscuring the space between people. A dense wall of heavy rain made even the buildings surrounding a person seem far away. The raindrops slammed into the earth, filling the normally quiet night with the drumming of droplets. Even in a barrage of rain in which the roars of engines could not be heard, a single babies cry pierced the pouring rain.
"Oh thank god." A young woman's voice said in emphatic joy. Yet in the rain, it merely sounded like a whisper. "He... I thought he would die in birth..."
At first, it appeared as if the baby was being held in her husband's arms, his glowing smile radiating through the darkness, but no. The crying baby was sitting atop a mountain of trash, crying its lunges out. "Jason! Jason! Where is he!"
The young woman reached out and wrapped her arms around the baby. "Don't cry. Mommy's got y-"
But her arms went through the baby. A hand touched her transparent body. It was the only hand that could ever really touch her. Jason shook his head and said, "We are dead dear. You died giving birth. C'mon. We can figure out another way to parent him we ca-"
"NO!" she yelled, covering the baby's entire body with her own in a big bear hug. Of course, her body sunk into the baby's a little bit, but the tears still flowed. "I.... I will stay by his side... always. Do you hear me Entheo? Your mommy will always be there for you."
And yet, the cries that came after her could be heard even over the baby's, drowning it out amongst the other things. "Always."
That wasn't your life. That was a memory you kept from when you fused with your mother's soul.
Entheo watched the man stand to his feet. The second he saw that stance, his eyes widened. As the demon bragged, it all came together. The comment about fighting alone, he finally understood what he meant. They weren't just fighting him, but all the techniques he stole from other masters, all the souls he consumed. Entheo and Gezo could practically see the spirits of the countless fallen masters behind that man, standing over them like true phantoms.
Goddamn it why isn't it ever easy?
Shut up and prepare yourself. We bought ourselves a chance. We have to see it through.
Entheo gripped the guandao, sharpening his eyes in complete focus. Right.
The sun beyond the sun lit a sea of clouds above the clouds. An enormous man stood over the throne, his pupil's shaped by lightning bolts. The man's aura alone was enough to create mountains and shape planets, his glare capable of erasing the most powerful warriors. The "floor" that was the clouds opened up and Entheo, caked in blood with a sword through his chest marched through. Two hands grasped the hilt of the blade in his chest and ripped it out without hesitation. The young man's glare met the god's unforgiving gaze.
"You complete waste of space. You think wiping out that man's family, his home, his everything was going to make me let you use my body?"
"I'm weary of your tone. You are a spirit vessel, a mere tool to be used by the gods. Your mind, opinion, nothing matters but your body, which when perfected will allowME to kill Hades. "Now I will ask you again, may I join with you?"
"Next time I see jesus, i'll ask him where to find a good crucifix for you."
"Very well. Tell me, do you know what it feels like to be atomized?"
Good lord, Entheo thought. I think he likes me. I kind of hate it when they like me. Its way easier if they hate me, way more fun.
Tell me Entheo... Do you hate him yet, this man who took those warriors like that girl took your parents?
No. Of course not. Just like Lawrance, I can see his passion. But we can't let him go.
Entheo gritted his teeth, then grinned. Yes, he was still enjoying this from the bottom of his heart. "Pick whichever one you want," he said, spitting out some blood that collected in his mouth. It hurt to talk. "We'll show you Sakuyomi's technique."
Using the guandao, Entheo drew a slash across his torso, threatening all the vital points in that area. Meanwhile, a flurry of targeted stabs followed in the shadow of that slash, aiming for his limbs, throat and legs. They weren't just air slashes, but attacks that defied range itself. The slashes and stabs were delivered as if he was in range, but far beyond the length of the guandao.
"Let the souls you violated be at peace."