Artist: EGOIST - Song: euterpe [Full Version] - Word Count: 2305
Ingesting the sounds of Iriko's poetry as a baby bird would consume its nutrition from its mothers mouth, the mind of Neoveta was opened to the words that he uttered. In these oh-so twisted lines that connected the twos souls, the thoughts and sensation of Neoveta's introspection came to be and flourished to life within the depths of Iriko's being.
Their historic meeting was a motion in the universe that could not be so easily stopped. If it were to be stopped; then the innermost discoveries of their purpose and self would remind a shroud of mystery. In this ambiguity and lack of desire, the darkest most selves would arise from the depths of this unfounded ground and seek to reap the soul. Once the spirit is theirs to claim, that which The Demon Gods influence would fall to sunder and once again fall at risk under being consumed by the void.
Thus, despite how painful this journey may be for all parties involved, this was a quest that they all must venture forth ahead of to find that hope, to discover that yearning and to find the fire in their hearts to push through this cosmic calamity that has torn their worlds into such sunder. Overview the dust of the past, but do not allow thy's history to consume your present and future in such wicked and hasty flames.
Reach -- for future.
That was the ultimate message that Neoveta learned. And through their distorted bonds; her mother, father and Iriko alike would come to comprehend these sensations brewing within her soul and come to their own conclusions on how to cope with such a finalization of thoughts. That was the nature of their marking.
So, with these sensations nailed down to the cross for all to bare, the child awoken to the world around her with a renewed sense of self. Holding forth her ground between the spear of word play between the divine and the not-so divine, the likes of Neoveta felt such anguish wash over her heart akin to an unwanted heat wave ravaging the lands with its unforgiving temperatures .
Yet, in spite of these jabs to her persona and spirit, she'd not falter nor turn away from them as she had in so many years past. Until this conflict was resolved, until they saw the light of this morning through their eternal night; Neoveta would not rest, nor would she cease, until their adventure into Hell came to a satisfying conclusion.
It is why she would not allow herself to whence, curl up and cry out in pain after reading Iriko's pulsation of will. This dejected feeling would be acknowledged, but she'd not react to it. For this voice that echoed within the child's head uttered the notion that she was a vile beast for allowing the man to reach the condition he is. The two of them were in a calamitous strife with two Demonic Gods; just where did she get off making such pitiful and awful cries of fear to further burden the shinigami?
But, where did he ever say he was not ready for such a thing? That was the counter argument her waking mind gave to the response of this wicked voice. So in that instance, Neoveta would go beyond the realm of mortality and become divine by allowing herself to be forgiven. And in doing so, the child's forgiveness extended to Iriko and she'd pardon him for the brief flight of fear within herself.
So as The Dragon of Shinigami cried tears of emptiness, the child took them into herself and accepted his nothingness into her being. If he lacked a place of belonging? She'd be his place to belong. If the male knew not of nothingness? The context of mind would fill that concept from her perception. The greater the loss, the greater the gain; and what she gained in Iriko's company was more than The Demoness could ever hope to aspire to.
Through this reasoning, upon this logic, was the reason that Neoveta started to accept the stance he held in this world. If there was nothing to contrast death; the notion of life could not exist as we know it. Much like the threshold of pleasure could not be understood without the bitter taste of agony. In this mixing of words and feeling, the revelation of how this reality worked had started to come to life within the child's heart and mind.
"I...understand. Thank...you."
Those words were as slow as a slug, but the deepened intent and comprehension that Neoveta held for his own were all but realized in their telepathic connection with one another. While the child held great capacity to speak on her own, there were just some things in the universe that could not be conveyed in simple words. Some prefer the mask of vagueness, while others lean towards the light of total understanding. In that moment, Neoveta chose to adorn both in a mesh of twilight. Allowing the briefness of her statement to bring the light of enlightenment, while granting access to the ambiguity of it all and allowing Iriko to draw his own understanding and stance from the pulsations of emotion, thought and perception she held in this bond they shared.
Henceforth, coming back to the reality of things, The Princess of Demons started to become more aware of the space around herself. In this way her eyes would focus and shift their attention towards the decaying rot of Iriko's body. Blinking with fear at first, the child grew to appreciate the attention The Gods and The Captain Of The Gotei commanded.
Throughout their exchange of metaphysical blows; Neoveta failed to pay much notice towards the injuries Iriko was enduring. Therefore, as she nuzzled herself further into his chest, the Demoness called forth her powers of the semi-divine to come to work once more. Their task? Mend the wounds of The Broken Dragon.
On that line of thought from their master and creator, the transference of energy from The Asthavon to The Crow would complete itself. They'd seek to embrace their target in a loving warmth, overflow his body in a reddening glow and carry out the task of healing his body. Reconstructing new body parts from the energy within himself, flash turned anew, sight brought back from the depths of darkness, building forth new nerve endings for ones once destroyed and giving the man his own legs to stand on once more were all intended goals of The Child's attempt at repairing the male's shell before her.
It was from this point that the exchange between The Lone Crow and The Demonic God became blurred and hollowed out. Searching their feelings, the child understood that their clash would not come to blows. So, with this sense of relief oozing over her like a cool breeze on a summer day, Neoveta allowed herself to be at ease and focus whole heartily on the recovery of Iriko with all her might.
So, as the very lands around them started to fizzle in and out of alterations, the child paid not much attention to them. It was unimportant compared to the duty of making The Shinigami whole once more. Or, at the very least, as close to whole as she could make them.
There was a doubt within The Princess that her hand could even make such miracles, but that was life. Despite how grim things seem one must come to accept these feelings and act in spite of them. So as her mind kept repeating the futility of it, Neoveta kept focusing on it with dedication and attention to detail.
Spreading her spiritual particles throughout and within Iriko's body, patching the holes of his injuries and further pumping new life into him was all she could pay much insight into at that time. Like a Doctor with a passion; Neoveta's desire was for the male's body to get better if he would not care for it himself.
Although, as the conflict that bled out around her came in blurs, there was a sentence or two that brought Neoveta's mind to awareness. One of the first was the mentioning of the fact that if one cannot communicate with their own heart, then they'd fail to grasp who they were. In that line, a realization came to be within the soul of Neoveta.
Perhaps the reason for her own timidness and fear is the fact that she to did not understand her own heart very much before this quest into Hell. Abiding by the whims of the world, Neoveta was like a loose tumbleweed going where the winds took her. Never one for having much of her ground to call her own; the sudden dawning that she had taken her stance was monumental to her in hindsight. In that cycle of thought; The Demon Princess had more self-assurance that was the correct path she was indeed traveling upon and reaffirmed herself once more.
In that harmonizing of the inner-soul, in fact, the illumination of energy around The Royal Demoness's body began to change. No longer was it the blood red essence of her power, nor was it the blackness of her fathers soul; it was a shining burst of white light that screeched forth to the horizon around them that this power was -- Neoveta's. Not her mothers, nor her fathers and certainly not the Demon Queen's, but The Demon Princess's own will and internal self coming forth to the surface to raise above all other influences that try and claim her body for their own.
When that overflowing awakening came to pass, as to did the second line of acceptance Neoveta allowed to be assimilated in the soul. Somewhere in between the stopping and going of these mental blurs, the child ingested a line that spoke of a God who did nothing but watched his subjects. Met with the recourse of being just as powerless as those who had no strength due to his lack of action; a string within The Princess's heart came to life and further accelerated these flames to ignite with a damning screech.
Throughout most of her life, the Demoness considered herself to be oh-so passive and oh-so indifferent. So as she took more bold steps to become more assertive of her ground, map out the inner blueprints of her will and evolve into a demon with its own desire; Neoveta used that line as strength to further ease the voices of uncertainty that flowed in her mind like an unwanted fog. From this point onward -- she'd have to take action in what conflicts with her morals; even if her heart felt such terror and fright by taking such a lone stance in the heat that was conflict.
For that reason, when the overflowing embrace of Khala slammed into all the souls gathered on this day in the land of the divine, Neoveta could do nothing but hold her stance and finish the job she started by making the last bits of healing finalized and prayed to her God, to herself and to her mother that she'd somehow manage to make a helpful difference. That is what her soul so desired: the ability to help those in need, provide love where there was none and to put her powers to a higher purpose and attract those without it to her like a moth to the flame. She wanted to provide -- goodness -- in a world filled with strife and be the kind of person who could sustain the lives of others with her strength.
Ergo, nothing but a smile could be returned to her mother who had more than found the same sort of relief within herself through this bond they all shared. The only thing that was uncertain was if -- Deveta -- could find the same in spite of all this that goes against his desire to absolve himself into nothingness. So, in response, all Neoveta felt was required to pull him out of that was provide her hand to him, let the words of Iriko sink in and the influence his heart had on him to bring him back forth into the clutches of reality.
But like a strike of lightning in the night, the flash from happiness to concern lit up across Neoveta's face. Smile turning to shock, Neoveta teleported herself to the side of the limp Shinigami as his energy took a nose dive. Was it perhaps something she did? Could his morality be catching up with him? Or was it some bizarre act of fate that he lay nearly dead on the ground?
Those horrifying thoughts and more swirled around in Neoveta's head as a twister would across the land, but she would not let it consume her. Letting these pressing thoughts guide her towards the light of truth, she let them be and used them as energy to help her in the quest of bettering Iriko. In this way, the connection they shared became more apparent and The Demonness realized something mindboggling: before this fall to grace -- there was relief.
A relief the pair of Godlings tried to so desperately infuse within the male -- had come to pass. It was unbelievable, but so confusing as well. Was he in good health, or was he in horrid condition? It was hard to tell, so Neoveta took comfort in the fact he found peace, but failed to stop in her effort to try and force his body to remain in stable well-being.
"Has your own void been fulfilled yet, Iriko?"
That simple question was then posed back to the limp Crow as The Demon Princess awaited an answer with an earnest smile.
