Locked Power [Invite]

That was the word of his life, the constant reminder of everything up to this point. Agony... Suffering... rage... Pain...Hate. That was all that Kamae felt at his own inabilities. He had usually captured people to simply experiment on them, yet he could learn nothing from this people. He had come to this town a day or so ago. His rage was a quiet one, silent as the coldest night. He didn't speak to anyone, he didn't tell anyone where he had gone nor what he was doing. Instead he had simply come here to vent. He silently sat upon a bench at the edge of the village, his twisted visage staring out into empty space. One of his eyes was nearly destroyed, his face much more distorted than before. Where once his eye shined a bright yellow, it was now an empty socket with a tiny red spark in its place.

His hair protected his eye from view, and it was clear he hadn't been taking as good of care of himself as he should. His rage was a silent storm, pure and emotional unlike anything he had felt in some time. Even though he was hidden mostly from view, occasionally the stray animal came nearby. Birds landing nearby only to suddenly twist up into a mass of flesh, a twisted lump of flesh that twitched before suddenly breaking down completely. Cellular decay that infected the poor creature within moments.

It wasn't till the demon caught sight of a young man standing nearby that his eyes turned to gaze upon him. At first neither spoke a word, simply staring at one another. Yet in the next moment the boy simply began to back away, clearly not interested in speaking to someone looking as Kamae. Walking quickly away, Kamae was left alone yet again with a puddle of what was once a bird. The puddle growing smaller and smaller as the cells broke themselves down rapidly until nothing was left in its place.

His eyes cast out over the horizon once more, thinking back to Konats. He replayed that event over and over and over again and again and again in his mind. Failure... Failure... Failure... Failure... All those lives wasted for nothing... all that effort wasted. No longer would Kamae be allowed to offer up primordial life energy... but it had changed him. His DNA was different, his very soul altered... He could feel it like worms in his skin and veins. It felt awful, he hurt... he was in pain. Agony was all he felt. The Sankishin was in the void, resting, recovering from its wounds.

Kamae on the other hand was simply trying to recover mentally. All his work... all his efforts... they had failed him. His intelligence, his strength, his cunning and willpower? Worthless in the face of the fact he had failed... Now he was simply waiting... he didn't know for what... but he was hurting to bad to think of a grand plan... Now he was simply seeking succor from his pains.

Kamae said nothing as the voice behind him announced themselves. Kamae simply continuing to stare out over the horizon for a few more lingering moments only to let out a sigh, of irritation or defeat could be hard to tell. The demon crossed his legs, entwined his fingers in his lap before looking over his shoulder at the girl. A single red light in the empty space of his skull, the blackness surrounding it deep enough to swallow the light of a star. The void was present in his empty socket, and down the side of his cheek to his toothy mouth, blackness. It oozed primordial magic, cracks visible at the edges of skin and where Void met flesh. 

Kamae said nothing for a little bit longer and simply waved dismissively.

"They are petty, insignificant. They will forget I even existed before long. So I care not what they think now."

Kamae stated before returning his gaze to the horizon, thoughts on the future and his frustration.

"But I take it you do not wish to forget or leave me be... If you have come here to preach to me goodness or to leave the village alone... I'm afraid my patience is very limited today and you might find yourself with a very angry individual on your hands should you push me to far."

Kamae didn't want to leave a subtle hint, he was angry, his rage boiled from his very essence, and the world about him was twisting to match that same ugliness around him. The ground was dead, the trees about him was gnarled, the animals were no where to be seen or heard as fear of an execution.

"My name... is Sankishin Kamae... If you have any idea of who I am... then you will leave least you wish to make a deal. Otherwise I will tear your heart from your chest so you can regrow one majin... and then I will repeat that trick till you stop working."

Kamae was restraining himself from wanting to hurt this new arrival, and it was no secret his bloodlust was in the air.