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Kiasin / Kami
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Date Posted: 04:51:07 12/05/02 Thu
Hold me.
The words screamed out of my head, a silent watcher thru my own eyes as I saw...sa...w..my...no not mine! Yet..
They were my own.
Nothing could change that cruel hard fact as I watched, the small house filled with the small shards of dawn escaping thru the trees of the village...I..no HE...came here in the middle of the night, some craven theif sneaking into the home...a family of Forgottens...
Their blood ran down my hands..my finger tips...my arms...all over...and it felt goo...
NO!
Kiasin fought with the demon who just recently entered his life, a fly taunting the grizzly bear. The hands slowly reaching down to the womans jerkin, letting her own family's blood drip upon her flesh...as if atoning her for some sin or plague.
The last hint of Kiasin...the saiyajin boy, flickering within the twlight winds of tartarus...quivered in violent spasms as he watched...some vile scrying device he could not escape from...watching...feeling..enjoying...disgusted....
" ZENRA!!!!!!!!!!!! "
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Tears streaming down his cheeks, the bright angel seeming to be birthed of a endless choir of light, the hues dancing at a harmonic hymn that seemed as old as the birth of muses, tears of sorrow and disgust...but not at the creature raping the poor woman...
But at himself.
This was his mistake...and he could not judge Kiasin. Never for this act..for he committed himself...over..and over...the power of Forbiddion seeming the only way for justice to suceed in a battle where his strength was not enough.
Wise and Foolish..Kami was this paradox of Good and Evil.
Still covered in the flith of Forbiddion, as if the sludge would never let go of his soul..not even in death, The Angel plunged into the heart of the boy, the ravisher even as he graced the woman into a state similiar to catatonia..no feeling.
Kami plunged on..and saw...his oldest rival...
Black wings....silver hair...red eyes....
a crooked grin of confidence....
Forbiddion incarnate.
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" ZENRA!!!!!!!!!!!! " I screamed out with the minute power I had left, my face contorting for a brief moment but once more I was bombarded. Posession. Is this not the worse of evils I thought? To force anyone into...this...and making them..enjoy..showing them..their darkest of thoughts?
The chaos swirled in my vision, the scene ending my torment but slowly drifting into all colors..and none, a cyclone that sent all my senses at first reeling into the extremes of vertigo...then settling into darkness as I felt myself break apart...
Then I believe..with all my soul...that Zenra heard.
A streak of light pierced thru the darkness, shielding my soul from the final despite. Leper I am, I felt my cold nerves tingle with renewed health at this strange pillar of kaeliscopic brilliance, thru the light...within its very heart that throbbed with the pulse of the ages....was...
The hut, dark as there existed no one to light the candles to ward away the darkness, was a thing like a thousand suns, light lancing out of every possible crevice as if it finally was allowed freedom from a aeon of imprisonment....
Atone.
With the light, came a wail of pain and sheer agony...but filled with triumph. The light a celestial remedy as it splashed outward, covering the land for a brief moment as the sheer clarity of it sharpened into impossible focus....
And leaving the hut, glancing back to the sleeping family only for a moment....His long silver hair dancing across his back as a playful lover toying with his muscles......Emerald eyes shining with purity and resolution, breaking apart the areas of black and white and showing beneath the cold hard reality of the world...was Kiasin, his wings unfurling as graceful as a falcon as he flew off, wordlessly as the people gawked upon the Angel.
His skin near still throbbing alabaster white from the flame that nearly consumed him, his form playing in joy at the purity achieved even as he flew like a fey fairy, happy...free...a stark clash to the thing held in his left hand....
A long curved blade, bathed in silver light...the flames seeming to dance in the coming of the dawn, even as the being slowly tilted his wing downward...toward the vampires...toward his destiny...
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