Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 9:40:26 GMT -5
PL: 5 Sankishin: 94,000 Anti-Sense: On WC: 538
The wind blew harshly through the torn and debris filled area. The Howling of it echoing through the destroyed buildings, the vast expanse of empty space of what use to be a busy streets and stores now empty save for the dust that twirled through the air. Life was absent here... Not even plants grew here anymore, and that could bring a tear to the eye. Where once a great civilization stood... now only the dead and the decrepit buildings remained. Destroyed by some war long ago most likely.
Kamae stood in the middle of the city, his eyes staring blankly into the distance as he did not think. He did not move nor did he even look about in question. In truth, the demon had wanted to return here... to destroy this world and its people himself... But that was not going to happen. No one lived here... and he doubted anyone would ever live here again. A curse was upon this world, its brown surface visible even from space. The smog that covered this world was like a blanket of dark, and it was clear evil magics ruled this place.
He knew what had happened, he knew that they had used the cursed magics he had invented a long time ago to end their existence. Not by choice, but by endlessly waging war. There was no other option, and the demon felt... robbed. He felt like he had been robbed of his chance to do anything, all because he had not gotten his body sooner. His people were gone, that he had known. But he had not visited this world, he had not come for himself to see with his own eyes. Now he could see... now he could witness the devastation that his own people had brought upon themselves. Did they know? Did they perhaps foresee this outcome before hand? Did they perhaps not care? Was it greed, lust for power, or were they driven made to know their "Dark God" had returned?
What else could he have done? If he had returned, at least he would have gotten the satisfaction... maybe he had been afraid for to long that Karna could actually kill him? But then... had the man died during whatever had happened here? So many questions... and no answers left the demon feeling hollowed. He slowly walked forward after nearly an hour of standing in the same spot. His foot steps disturbing the ground, occasionally kicking up dust as he walked. His back straight but his mood down, he could only grown in defeat as he sat upon a bench. The stone bench shifting under his weight but soon settling as he stared up through the branches of a petrified tree. The curse that laid upon this world was flowing through its veins, a purple light flowing through it in an unnatural pattern. It was clear... This was the work of the Akshaya Vata, and now... Now it had claimed all life upon this world. He wondered where it was planted... He could probably find it somewhere. But he had no energy or will to do so right now... Instead... he simply wished to rest. To rest amongst the decrepit and dead...