Phayne
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[Location: Village fighting Kishin]
[Mentions: Elias Kyuubey ]
[Interactions: Camilla Jackaboi Lewellyn RageFactorXIII Alice Britt-21 ]
From within his soul space, Alcross had watched as Camilla and Alice fought; the combination of the blonde haired meister and her weapon partner Llewellyn doing their best to fend off the assault from the shadowed Kishin; the endurance of the shielded form not lost on Alcross. While the boys demeanour and personality were somewhat annoying to Alcross; given how he was being addressed, he did have to admire the fortitude of his shielded form as it brushed off attack after attack whilst Alice had punched it with her own fist drawing the monstrosity's attention away from Camilla.
With the Kishin focused on Alice and Llewellyn, Camilla had taken the opportunity to address Alcross's earlier concerns; the boy still unconvinced by her reassurances. Words were one thing, but she could not hide the fact that her soul had reacted oddly and Alcross could not deny that he had felt that unease. Whatever it was, Alcross knew that Camilla was hiding something from him, her words simply not carrying the conviction to convince him otherwise. Though pursuing the matter further would have to be done at a later time as Camilla prepared their counter attack. "Ready" he replied simply, focusing on the problem in front of them and steadying his own resolve. Regardless of this creature being the personification of evil, the pair of them were about to take a life and without the resolve to go through with it, his blade wouldn't even penetrate the skin, let alone scratch it. A quick deep breath and Alcross's bladed form was thrust through the back of the Kishin; his tip coming out from his chest as darkened blood began to coat his weapon form; the kishin collapsing to its knees and falling forward as it began to dissipate into air; the red glow from its chest the indication that its soul was ready for consumption. Alas the next steps were halted as a wave of unease washed over everyone.
Distraught and urgency coated Camilla's words as her demeanour drastically changed; fear present in her words. "CAMILLA!" shouted Alcross as he felt her soul shake; a tsunami of despair washing over her as she too fell to her knees; body shaking uncontrollably from fear. "HEY!, CAMILLA!, GET UP!!!" he continued to shout; watching from his perspective as his meister had fallen to the floor, petrified and unable to move. Yet Alcross could do nothing about it; his own actions and desperation to aide his meister put on hold as his eyes were drawn towards a figure in his peripherals. "Who are you?!" he questioned, addressing this intruder, though the entity said nothing and did nothing before it vanished and rather then wasting time with it he returned his attention to his distressed Meister, Camilla still laying upon the floor in despair."CAMI..." Alcross began though he was was silenced as he suddenly realised the situation around himself.
As quickly as the spectral entity had disappeared, the entirety of Alcross's soul room had begun to lose its colour, the space he inhabited being consumed whole by a viscous like shadow oozing out from unseen crevices upon the wall. Cracks appearing as his soul begun to succumb to this external pressure that had attacked the four of them. Like a living entity this darkness had crept along every corner of the room, devouring any and all sources of light that had illuminated this isolated space leaving the once lit room in complete darkness save for a single spotlight that had shown down upon Alcross and the Piano. Blood curdling laughter from the entity that shared this space with Alcross could be heard echoing all around him; the mischievous little demon relishing this silence before the storm as it watched the 'world' around Alcross collapse into depravity. The glass like window shattering into a million pieces all around him.
Like Alcross, the others had become victims of their own insecurities; the darkness hidden within themselves being pulled towards the surface by an external force unseen to the quartet. Madness, rage, anxiety. Whatever their fatal flaw was, this concealed behemoth had done its utmost best to stir the placid surface of their souls; to lure the monster deep within the crevices of there darkest of places. As if baiting the boogeyman, this camouflaged monstrosity had succeeded in its endeavours as the four of them wrestled with their demons; the sound of the Piano playing untouched signalling the beginning of Alcross's own nightmare as an expression of anger began to form across his face; crimson eyes staring down at the piano keys as they began to play without his aide.
"Oi!" shouted Alcross, his displeasure directed towards his own little demon yet his eyes remained fixed upon the piano keys as a familiar tune began to play all around him. Growing in crescendo the deeper it got into its performance; the chaotic melody unchanging no matter how hard Alcross had began to slam the other keys of the dreaded instrument. "Whats going on?!" he shouted once again, clawing at the air around himself as he begun to feel like he was being engulfed by the dark energy swirling all around him. "ANSWER ME! YOU IMP! YOUR JOKE ISN'T FUNNY AT ALL. CAMILLA NEEDS ME" he roared; standing fully and slamming both fist on the top of the piano; his anger only managing to draw out a childish cackle from the demon residing within himself; the little imp enjoying the chaos from deep within its hiding spot.
Closed to the outside world and dealing with a memory he had long since tried to forget; Alcross was unaware to the growing chaos within his partner as well as their team mates; his sole attention focused on this garish scene unfolding within his soul space; the chaotic sound of his last public performance so loud that he was on the precipice of going deaf. "Stop this now!" demanded Alcross, fists clenched tightly as the music reached its climax. "I said stop it! fucking stop it!" he repeated again, body visibly shaking as he knew what was coming around the corner. His patience was waning, the once thick barrier between remaining composed and losing his shit now paper thin as his emotions continued to be played with; Alcross of course pointing the finger of blame towards his little companion despite its innocence in the matter. Who else could he blame? Who else could he point the finger at? It had to be his doing.. what else could draw out his darkest day?
This memory, this dark moment where the fragile hope he had been so desperately clinging onto had been shattered right before his very eyes. A slap in the face to his efforts, his hard work and his existence. This was the day where he realised that the world around him did not see him as 'the hard working Alcross' it did not treat him like everybody else, but rather itsaw him as the 'Natural Genius child of the Evans Family', someone on placed on a pedestal to be admired. He was seen as nothing more than a mere product created by a family of talented musicians. He was the boy who could do no wrong, A meastro whom had been kissed by the gods of music and whose talents had been a blessing rather then a cultivation of his own hard work and effort. The sweat and tears he had sacrificed in order to reach the heights he had arrived at had been brushed aside like dust in the wind. Spat on, trampled on and ridiculed.
What reason was there to continue his path of music when all that he was rewarded with was the same natural acceptance that it was expected of him to be good. What purpose was there to cultivate himself as a musician if even in his own attempt to destroy himself he would still be lauded as a genius. Could they not differentiate between the good and the bad? Were they sheep being led by a shepherd, brainless zealots who merely applauded him because of his background rather than his effort. That dark day had proven one thing to him, it had shown that not even the blatant sabotage of his own performance could illicit a genuine critique, a genuine opinion of him as an individual. Simply blinded by his heritage, he had been clapped and lauded for his attempt to cripple his own music.
This haunting scene being played before his very eyes was a nightmare he could not forget and it was the birth of his madness, the day where the little bastard had come into existence and the day that Alcross swore to never perform in front of an audience again not when he was not going to be appreciated for who he was rather than what he was.
"You little bastard!" growled Alcross as the sound of applause echoed all around the room; the same applause that had reverberated all around him after he had undermined himself intentionally. By now, the little demon had found its way upon Alcross's right shoulder, appearing out of the dark viscous storm around the blue haired boy; two clawed hands digging into either side of Alcross's head as it maintained its balance."It's not me" it whispered into the boys ear; a faint giggle in its voice as it switched over to Alcross's left shoulder. "I'm not the one doing this" it whispered again, now clambering atop Alcross's head and peering over his forehead as its own seedy red eyes stared into Alcross's own. "I'm just enjoying the show" it giggled again, pivoting around so that it now hung off of Alcross's head, two feet pressed on either shoulder as its hands clung onto the blue strands of hair. "Aren't you enjoying it?" it questioned, tilting its head sideways in mock confusion. "Its a the day I was born... why won't you share in my excitement?" it queried once again before disappearing into dust as Alcross reached out to grab and pull him away.
"Teehee my little Alcross" its voice echoed around the space."Have you not noticed yet?" it questioned, voice coming from behind Alcross. "You really are a foolish boy aren't you? So easily distracted by such petty problems... you really are lucky that I enjoy your music otherwise it would have been easy for me to take over your soul, easy for me to wrestle the reigns of control from your tiny little hands. Alas... I need your little hands to continue to perform for me, So letting you exist has always been in my best interest" it goaded, "Though if you continue to be an embarrassment I may have to change that... So Stop being pathetic, Evans boy" Madness's face had appeared all around Alcross; its face enlarged upon the darkened black walls. "You're not the only one suffering right now. Alice, Llewellyn and even poor wittle Cam-Cam seem to be having it a tad harder then you are. If you want to let them die though... I won't stop you... seeing you get swallowed by your own depravity would be rather interesting as well" it taunted before completely disappearing.