Post by Donatsu on Jun 18, 2015 3:42:31 GMT
Able was still unconscious and hoisted over the red villain's shoulder as they traveled to the pond of blood the demons told him of. After finding his new power, and defeating the archangel, Donatsu had taken him here to complete the sistrum. The final act needed to revive was one that only fate could have provided. Donatsu needed to corrupt a righteous soul and then absorb it into his form. "I wonder what an angel's soul taste like? By the looks of it, I may not need another meal for quite a while, not that I won't stop into a few towns." Donatsu grinned devilishly at his thoughts. He had been flying to the blood pond hoping it would be a hot spot for evil activity, how else would one turn a powerful angel? He could feel the aura the angel gave off weakening, even the holy glow Able gave off hadn't returned after his defeat on the mountain peak. Eventually Able came back to reality, taking in a deep breath and gasping at his surroundings. The archangel had found himself in hell's center, the pinnacle of the dark realm's corruption. He had always dreamed of coming here as a liberator, but he found himself as a prisoner instead. "You Foolish man, you must be insane if you think you can corru- RAGGH!" Able was cut off as Donatsu ripped off his wings from behind, leaving Able writhing on the floor in pain. His blood poured from the stubs on his back, Able feeling intense hatred for the defiant human. Donatsu laughed heartily at the trembling angel he had clipped, tossing the wings into the pool of red nearby.
"Silence whelp. You need to understand that I don't listen to neigh sayers who would hinder me on my path. You will let your soul be corrupted, and I will revive after this final trial." Donatsu said through gritted teeth as he punched Able square in the jaw, his face hitting the tainted soil with a thud. "You're weak, just like all the righteous fools you serve. Only seeking to destroy evil for the betterment of the world. What will a better world bring you? Peace, and prosperity? There's no profit in it, no chaos to be apart of in such a world." Donatsu's shades and energy resembled that of hell fire as he branded Able by pressing his fist against the angels back. "I'll never live in that world, and I'll never let anyone ruin my vision. Everything in this life is for me to devour." Screams of agony filled the air as the angel was branded. He had no power to do anything but be marked by the red and demonic man that tortured his very soul. Donatsu was not only torturing the once righteous entity, he was leaving the marks of the sistrum on his back; The fact that it helped the process along had been just coincidence.
The angel knew what was being done to taint his being but he could not repel the evil power that attacked him. Even his cries of pain from the markings would only bring him closer to permanent deletion. "Even your brethren won't accept you after how corrupted your soul is, they wouldn't even call you brother!" Donatsu had changed, but he had not lost his silver tongue, using it to drive the angel insane as his inner workings were cursed. Demons began cackling and imps danced around flames that rained from the sky, blood that was in the pond foamed and boiled from the amount of negative energy that flowed from Donatsu. With his hand round Able's neck and hatred in his gaze, the red wraith slammed his fist into the destroyed archangel's chest. A spike formed of Ki piercing through him and into his golden heart where his soul had lived. The angel heart stopped beating and thunder began striking around the pond of life essence. The demons and creatures that watched the spectacle cheered him on, their hatred of the angel outweighing their fear of Donatsu. Able's eyes turned from white to black as he slipped into death, all the souls Donatsu had eaten flowing into his own. "And with this corrupted soul that was once righteous, I the Crimson Lion will return to the realm of the living! RAWWW!" He scream out to the storming heavens, ripping out Able's heart and tainted soul. Donatsu took the soul and offered it to the sky as proof of his success in the trials of the sistrum. His markings burned him causing him terrible pain, but he would not be hindered like a weakling, not ever again. The sky opened up and a red light shined upon Donatsu, the demonic beings that had grown into a crowd chanted in backwards languages as he floated towards the rift in the sky. Half way up Donatsu felt power surging through him, his markings entering his brain and demanding he fall unconscious.
(Beam me up scotty! Purchasing revival with shoki.)