The Cursed Eye [R, DE, Hard]

[Kento Waffles]

Name: [Fate of The Masurao: The Cursed Eye]

Participants: [Asmokon Masurao]

Location: [See plotline]

Difficulty Level: [Hard]

Setting: [DE]

Plotline: [Asmokon will awake with a tremendous pain in his eyes, as if they are on fire... The first thing that he will see is a white room, dimly lit by red lamps, and a shady figure in a white coat. His reiatsu is at 0, and his Quincy cross has been confiscated. Not that it matters, as he has a collar around his neck restricting his reiatsu anyway. He is shackled to a surgery table. Slowly, it comes back to him. How he was ambushed by four cloaked figures. How against four of them at once, he was completely defeated. How he was captured. And the rest is only blackness, up until this moment of waking up with an agony unlike anything he has ever felt before.]

Estimated Enemy Strength: [2-1, one class 0 if chosen to engage]

Estimated Time Until Completion: [3 pages]

Starts: [Now]

Special Conditions: [The Kento will be a bit slow posting due to a high volume of threads demanding attention.]

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Awakening on a metal bed was something that Asmoskon had experienced in the past and in this moment as his left eye opened he knew what was going on. Not in any sort of specific detail yet his arms and legs were strapped to the metal surgery table. The room was somewhat lit by dim red lights, but Asmoskon could tell that the room itself without the lights was in fact white. His eye was burning and from what he could tell his eye patch was actually removed.

He looked around the room for a moment and looked over himself. Not much about him had been changed. It seemed he was still in his normal black attire yet only his pants. His shirt and coat were gone and his pants were both cut and burnt. His boots were gone and so was his cross and Asmoskon could tell that he had no reiatsu at his disposal right now. The ambush against him had been one that the Vandenreich hadn't been able to accomplish.

However, he wasn't completely sure that the Vandenreich were the ones that captured him. During the battle Asmoskon had released up to his second bow something which normally didn't even need to be called upon to claim victory over a dozen foes. The five that had ambushed him though were equal to him in power individually. Try as he might fighting against them all at once while outnumbered had resulted in him suffering a large array of attacks the main one that he could remember being fire which could be why his clothing was burnt away and his skin was blistered.

That was when he saw the shadowy figure in the room and knew he wasn't alone. Immediately Asmoskon began to flex his muscles and start to pull against the straps. He didn't know who this was or where he was. All he knew was that staying here wasn't something wise to do and the first thing he would need to do was find his cross. He needed reiatsu in order to be a true threat and get away. For some reason though the straps didn't want to budge even against his strength. There was perhaps only one way that Asmoskon would be able to get away, but calling on him wasn't something his pride was going to allow just yet. "Who are you?! Where am I?!"

[Kento Waffles]

The shadowy figure twisted around and looked upon Asmokon. Though this figure appeared to be only a shadow, a single, glowing red eye on one side opened wide with joy, lighting up with its hot stare. "Ahhh, you're awake!" the figure exclaimed gleefully, shuffling over quickly to Asmokon. Upon the shadowy figure's approach, the temperature seemed to drop. Asmokon would feel much colder, enough to make him desire a blanket more than most of his other desires. The shadowy figure's blank visage appeared over Asmokon's face, stretching to observe him more closely. As if Asmokon was nothing but a test subject... A mere laboratory rat. An experiment.

"So tell me, what do you see, what do you see?" the shadowy figure asked him excitedly. It really did appear to be only a shadow with a glowing red eye that was speaking to Asmokon. But, with each of his heartbeats, the pain in his eye would grow stronger. It was as if there was fire lapping at his brain now. And, as he looked over the shadowy figure, if he saw past his captor he would see in the background behind him something shocking. Just, briefly, momentarily, he would see Hotaru, standing there peacefully. Then, the image of Hotaru turned to him, and its face was deep brown and covered in horns and spikes, with yellow eyes and blood coming from its mouth.

And in the next moment, that image was gone. Asmokon was left unable to grasp what had just happened. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" The excited shadow pleaded with Asmokon, shaking the Quincy's body. With these restraints, Asmokon couldn't get himself out to react out of vengeance. Plus, there was no hostile intent behind this shadow. It was simply curious. Curious about what? Who knew? Asmokon's progress? Whatever was happening to Asmokon? "Ahhh wait you must be uncomfortable!" the shadow exclaimed, unlocking Asmokon's shackles. "Now tell me what you see! Tell me! You're in my lab, and I have just performed a genius experiment on you!"

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon couldn't break free from the straps that held him to the table. Now though he could see what appeared to be nothing more than shadowy darkness in humanoid form. The darkness moved towards him and as it did Asmoskon could feel all of the warmth in his body start to fade away. He'd never encountered such a sensation yet he didn't need to have experience in order to know that whatever this was it wasn't normal norm was it good. Whatever was in this room with him right now was something else and he was beginning to get an idea of where or what might have happened to him including what actually attacked him.

In the next moment though unimaginable pain flowed through his head from his eye socket. Yet there was nothing there why was there so much pain. Asmoskon couldn't help himself from screaming out in pain his lungs and voice almost giving way after long moments without pause. After around a minuet of screaming the pain lessened slightly or perhaps Asmoskon simply was able to overpower it for the time being. He didn't know, but it was then that the shadow spoke and asked what he was seeing.

Asmoskon could see a single red glowing eye and that was all aside from the darkness that made up this things body. However, in the next moment he saw Hotaru in the distance. It was one of his hallucinations again. God even now when he was captured and more than likely going to be tortured his mind wasn't allowing him to forget about that slut. His left eye though widened and his pupil dilated in the next moment. None of his hallucinations of Hotaru had ever been injured and what stood before him was what looked to be one of her dead.

Asmoskon didn't know how to react on the surface he hated her and had even threatened her that if he saw her again he'd kill her. On the inside though no matter how much he wanted to ignore it the sight was worse than the pain he had felt in his eye. NO! He couldn't let her win he couldn't keep allowing her to rule over him even after what she had done. She had betrayed him and that made her nothing more than a disloyal whore that he would kill if he ever saw her again.

The figure though seemed to be a maniac and was shaking him pleading with him to tell him what he saw. In the next moment Hotaru was gone and Asmoskon simply looked at the figure with a stern gaze as he kept himself composed. "I've got to be calm this one is simply insane. I can use that and find some way out of here." However, the figure then spoke of how uncomfortable he must be and unshackled him from the table. That alone threw Asmoskon off and made him question trying to break out for the time being. "I saw nothing, but a dead whore. What of it? Where am I? What have you done to me?"

[Kento Waffles]

Asmokon's eye was burning. There was no denying or avoiding that. The sort of pain that one can never forget. Recall for a moment the first time your heart has ever been broken. That feeling when you wake up the morning after, and it feels as if there's a heavy weight on your chest... An ocean of pressure, and a knife sliding through the center of your chest. It makes your breathing difficult, and it makes you want to scream, but there's no air in your lungs. Take that pain, and consider if it was nothing but physical pain, rather than emotional. Take that new physical pain... And imagine it, well. Even then, you can't even begin to imagine the pain that Asmokon had to experience in his eye.

"I've given you both a gift and a curse!" the shadowy experimenter said excitedly. "I've removed your eye and replaced it with the eye of what is called an Akki, which is a monstrosity escaped from Hell. It took a great deal of ingenuity on my part to make the eye compatible with you. Were it not for that, you would have died from the mix of reiatsu." So, essentially, this guy had kidnapped Asmokon and gouged out his eye, then replaced it with another eye. If Asmokon looked around, that would explain, a bit, why he was seeing things so differently. For now, everything seemed cloaked in that red light of the room... And he would see every now and again whispers of shadows... Faces from Hotaru, and Baal...

"This eye will make you marginally more powerful... But in exchange, you are now cursed. Were it not for the racial purity of the Quincy species, you would not survive the curse. However, Quincy are special. That is why I picked you, a Quincy," the experimenter continued to say. However, he was not yet explaining exactly what this eye was. Oh how it must be infuriating, right? "This new eye will rely exclusively on your hate. The more hate you build, the more powerful you will become. The potential is there to even allow you to exceed the strongest your family birthed before you. But, the more hate you feel, the more pain you will also experience... And the more horrible things you will see. Terrible hallucinations that you cannot escape from."

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The pain seemed to ignite further than anything else Asmoskon had ever felt throughout his life. It was as if all of the skin on his body was being slowly burnt while at the same time being sliced off. His right eye had been destroyed during the ambush by the Vandenreich and now it seemed that this shadowy figure had somehow given him a different eye. One of total evil and corruption. One that was causing unimaginable pain throughout his entire body. The only thing he could do as the pain made itself known was scream.

As loud as he possibly could was what happened. His body shaking and thrashing about as the pain broke through his stern calmness and every ounce of will power that Asmoskon had built for himself throughout his life. All of it was burnt to nothingness by this pain. Even the heart break that he felt towards Hotaru was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now. It was worse than being drugged to be more sensitive and than having every part of his body peeled off slowly.

All he could do was scream as the shadowy figured grinned devilishly at him and started to explain what he had done. Asmoskon couldn't feel his own body anymore all he felt was pain nothing else. Tears streaming down from his eyes. His EYES! However, the stream of the new eye was different these were not tears they were red with blood as it tried to desperately to destroy Asmoskon. The power of the Akki didn't want to be apart of the Quincy and it seemed it was trying its best to simply kill him now.

Asmoskon was barely able to make out anything that this shadowy entity was saying, but he did and that was when he tried to focus on what he needed. He saw the ghostly figure or Hotaru and Baal standing there. All he could do was hate. That was all he felt towards them right now all of it was ruined and every ounce of his mercy was gone. His emotions were a smolder cauldron of pain and rage. "DIE!" Asmoskon screamed in blinding rage towards the shadowy entity as drool ran down his mouth from his anger. That was when the pain seemed to waver and Asmoskon could feel something inside of his changing.

[Kento Waffles]

"YES! This is POWER!" The ghoulish shadow exclaimed. Reiatsu at this time was pulsating around Asmokon's body. It would hurt even more than it had only seconds earlier, and yet, with the pain, there should also come a clarity. An image of whom he should hate. There standing in the background of the room, probably not even real, was the image of Wilhelm Kohler, the one called B, The Boss, Baal. Standing there, smiling. Standing there, edging his face to look Asmokon in the eyes, and to whisper to him terrible things. "I killed your family, but you let me kill them because you were weak. The only reason that you're alive is that you're boring."

And as reiatsu pulsated around Asmokon, his shadowy companion lifted him onto his feet. He would feel the touch of cool floor on the soles of his feet, and would soon be led, reiatsu still flaring around him, out of the room. He might not even be aware of what was happening, Soon, he would find himself in some sort of underground battle arena. Upon his head, a helmet would be strapped that amplified the power of his new eye and helped control it, seeing as this was brand new. Around his arms, metal gauntlets would be strapped so that he could better control his reiatsu, which for now was running around wildly. With this better control, and his new feeling of hate, he would face an adversary.

A skulking beast came out of the other side, fourteen feet tall and possessing six arms, all heavily muscular. The beast was blue colored, with a head that had no mouth or ears, and a face covered only in eyes. It looked more like a twisted version of some Hindu deity than the Akki that it was, yet it was this Hellish creature, unbenounced to Asmokon, that would change him forever. The more he looked at the creature, the more his hate would amplify. Not his hate of the creature, but of all things. And, the more it gazed back at him, the more voices he would hear in his head urging him to get more powerful more quickly... Because if he didn't, what good was he?

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon couldn't seem to bring himself up from the table that he had been experimented on. He felt such pain and rage at the moment that everything that had ever given him happiness seemed to just disappear. There was nothing in him, but hate. He could feel the pain start to just disappear as well though as the power of the Akki bonded with his soul. That was the moment that the pure Quincy known as Asmoskon Masurao was killed and a new individual one that shared his name, but was no longer pure entered into the world.

As the pain subsided Asmoskon looked around the hate that his soul was experiencing and forcing him through was overwhelming. It seemed that this eye wasn't done accepting him or at least testing him though as it dived into his mind to find the one individual that had destroyed his life more than any other. Standing there was Baal of the Vandenreich in all his twisted pride. He spoke against Asmoskon demeaning him so that he would feel lower than dirt. However, the eye that had once belonged to an Akki suddenly felt Asmoskon's rage towards Baal. Rising upwards Asmoskon starred and the red iris of the eye glowed like fire as the illusion of Baal was cut to nothing more then a heap of flesh.

Over the next few moments the shadowy demon seemed to pick him up off the table and get him to his feet. The floor was actually cold and seemed to bring Asmoskon to his senses. He had a good idea of where he was, but the fact that it was cold was surprising. Everything started to feel like it was vivid though as if he was present in a dream. He started to have difficulty focusing as the demon led him from that room. Without knowing it Asmoskon was equipped with a helmet and gauntlets. There the area opened up as did his focus and he saw he was having a trial by fire.

He was in some sort of dark arena and had a small amount of armor on for one reason or another. However, what truly made the difference was that his pitch black cross was now back around his bare chest. Everything seemed to be closed off to him now as the blue Akki starred at him from across the arena. Asmoskon gathered his reiatsu and as he did for some reason this creature was bringing on further anger. His teeth were in full display to the creature as the demonic eye glows in his skull at the monster. In a blurring flash of moment Asmoskon raised his left hand and an arrow was sent soaring through the arena towards the Akki's chest. However, as it got close it would suddenly split apart and be ready to embed the demon's shoulders. (Arrow is traveling at 1600 speed)

Remaining Reiatsu: 1540/1600
Quincy Cross: {+1600}
Class 7 Arrow: {-10}
Short Bow Speed Boost: {-50}

[Kento Waffles]

Two arms flipped up quickly, grasping the arrows. And, as they grabbed them, something peculiar happened. The arrows never touched the beast's hands, but rather dissipated and vanished as the monstrosity's grasp closed in around them like a gaping maw devouring its prey. And that was it, right there. The two arrows had completely and utterly vanished. Asmokon would not sense any sort of destruction. They simply ceased to be. The blue monster started walking toward him carefully, cautiously stalking its prey. Was this some sort of demon whose purpose was simply to tank him, survive everything he had, and help him control it better? If so, it was going to be incredibly powerful.

If he extended his energy sensory, he'd be able to detect that it constantly had reiatsu funneling into and surging throughout its system somehow. That meant that essentially, it had infinite reiatsu. There might also be other effects to its connection with wherever this power source was, too. It didn't seem fully normal. Or, was this simply the power of Hell? Regardless, it didn't matter. The Akki soon closed in on Asmokon, its speed equivalent at that moment to his. Two arms reached out, aiming to grab at his shoulders. Why it would seek to just grab his shoulders was unknown for this moment. Could it vanish him as well if he was grabbed by the Akki?