Lingering Aggression

Kamae's disguise seemed to be working, as long as he kept his cool and didn't react to anyone he knew... he was safe to assume they didn't know about him. He had recovered his body but... now he was simply hiding like a coward. It infuriated him to no end, so much so that he despised the very idea of this whole thing. But it was to benefit Derry and the relations between Arcose and earth... But then again when had Kamae become Derry's lap dog? Thoughts for another day he supposed. 

Currently the demon was in the middle of the ruined metropolis, knelt down with a device in hand. His yellow eyes watching the numbers fly by and the reading he got were... interesting. Death lingered here, souls of the departed were so infuriated by the war, by their own deaths, they refused to simply pass on. Kamae was simply trying to understand how that could be used for his own gains. Another experiment to throw into the laps of the Arcosian leadership... and frankly he didn't like it. Then again Derry had helped him recover his body. BAH he would tolerate it.

Shaking his head, trying to stop from being pulled into a circle of repeated questions, the demon returned to his studies. It wasn't till he was interrupted by the souls of the damned that Kamae stopped looking at the device. Saiyans soldiers, tuffle warriors, civilians of all kinds approaching out of the desiccated buildings which had seen looting and whatever else invaders had done. Now Kamae was their focus and he would have none of it.

As the first ghost approached, weapon raised, Kamae simply held up his hand to which the ghost froze. A struggle could be seen in the beings body, as if warring against invisible forces. Kamae's expression that of a bored man staring at something unamusing as his magic tangled itself about the ghost, slowly suffocating its very existence with his own essence. The blue hues of the ghost soon filling with the green magic from Kamae's finger tips, wispy tendrils that invaded the ethereal beings very soul.

After a moment, the ghost was completely turned green, its blue hues gone and replaced by fel fire greens. Raising his hand over his head, Kamae repeated the same trick. Tendrils of green branched out like roots from a tree but with purpose. Now Sensing their danger, the long dead beings fled in an effort to escape only to be caught like feeling criminals. Dragged back by the spreading tendrils of green energy and then brought to heel as the rest were consumed by his essence.

As he found himself surrounded by a ghostly platoon of spirits, Kamae rolled his neck as he thought of the benefits of the war that had waged here. Plenty of dead to be found in this place but they lacked a purpose he could use them for... but then again he could distill them into a potent mixture like he had originally planned.

"जानेवाला!"

Words of his ancient tongue, spat at the ghosts like venom. The ghosts then slipped into the stone once more, gone from sight but not from Kamae's influence. Settling back down onto his knee, the demon went back to his study... this time hopefully without another distraction.