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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2022 17:37:04 GMT -5
Azuki was bitter. Why wouldn't she be? The last few months had seen her self-determination, friends, and life so meticulously, manipulatively, and callously torn away. Her own eagerness to get stronger, to impress Jackie by dedicating herself to protecting people as she did, fell flat. Her biology was unnatural. Twisted. Despite the latent potential coursing through her veins, Azuki couldn't access it. Not on her own. How convenient that she stumbled upon an ancient magical artifact capable of helping with that little issue. Sweet, honeyed words and the promise of tripling her strength were all it took for her to hand over the reins to her own body. And where did that get her? Damned to Hell along with the same Entity that had committed atrocities with her body.
What had it mattered that she had done no wrong herself? That her intentions were to help protect people, not slaughter them? In the end, she was still punished. Hell wasn't as bad as people portrayed it. Swathes of Demons still roamed about sulfur-choked fiery terrain, but only if one ventured far from the dimension's core and into the unguarded territories. For souls like hers, deemed not good enough to make it into Heaven, they were kept in a warped facsimile of comfort. Peaceful meadows, a wide pond (disturbingly colored a bright red), and plenty of Ogre-supervised venues for food and entertainment. It was the cosmic equivalent of a participation trophy, and Azuki wasn't sure if she was MORE insulted by that.
The hodgepodge of wayward souls projected an aura of discomfort. Like mourning and loss on the edge of happiness, knowing they were doomed to spend the rest of their conscious thoughts here until the time came to be recycled. As for Azuki, she was morosely lazing about one of the long pond boats, laying down face-up to watch the infinite sky, sipping on some sort of sweet drink (tiny umbrella included). She was allowed to manifest a body, opting to have it appear much like her usual self, scars incorporated. The main differences came from the single-piece green gi, dark undershirt, and short cropped hair. Her will to persist was already slipping away day by day, and the freak couldn't see this lasting for more than a month before her soul just gave out.
What had it mattered that she had done no wrong herself? That her intentions were to help protect people, not slaughter them? In the end, she was still punished. Hell wasn't as bad as people portrayed it. Swathes of Demons still roamed about sulfur-choked fiery terrain, but only if one ventured far from the dimension's core and into the unguarded territories. For souls like hers, deemed not good enough to make it into Heaven, they were kept in a warped facsimile of comfort. Peaceful meadows, a wide pond (disturbingly colored a bright red), and plenty of Ogre-supervised venues for food and entertainment. It was the cosmic equivalent of a participation trophy, and Azuki wasn't sure if she was MORE insulted by that.
The hodgepodge of wayward souls projected an aura of discomfort. Like mourning and loss on the edge of happiness, knowing they were doomed to spend the rest of their conscious thoughts here until the time came to be recycled. As for Azuki, she was morosely lazing about one of the long pond boats, laying down face-up to watch the infinite sky, sipping on some sort of sweet drink (tiny umbrella included). She was allowed to manifest a body, opting to have it appear much like her usual self, scars incorporated. The main differences came from the single-piece green gi, dark undershirt, and short cropped hair. Her will to persist was already slipping away day by day, and the freak couldn't see this lasting for more than a month before her soul just gave out.
Thread PL: 80,000 (Unwillingly suppressed to 40,000) | TWC: 385
