Breaking Bone and Burning Ash. (Escape from Hell thread)

[Astaroth]

Crunching, louder than any other sound he has ever heard rings out through his entire body. The grinding sensation that accompanies the sound is excruciating. He has felt pain before, he has known endless suffering before, this is nothing to him. He tries to lift his arm and finds that he has no arm, next his legs, they too are missing. The Next fact that Dawns on Astaroth is that he can not see. He can only hear what goes on inside his own body and his own thoughts which are becoming more and more distant.

He has been here before, he knows where he is, this is where he would walk and gather the dust of the fallen and crushed sinners who had given up. Why was he here? Why could he not see or move.. He had not given up. The Grinding sensation kept up and now it was followed by a resonating thud of footfalls along his back.. He was tall Astaroth knew he was tall but These Footfalls were going for much longer than .. Where was his body? His body was not whole and he was getting angry now. He was Astaroth, The strongest Hason to exist in hell!

The ground beneath the Traveling Sinner shook and Suddenly Enough Ash and Bone and Steel dust flew up from the ground and into the air that it blocked out all sight. The Roaring Started off distant but soon filled the entire Ashen Cloud "I Am Not Done yet!! I Can not be Ground into Ash and Dust and be forgotten! Do you hear me!! I AM ASH! I AM STEEL! I AM BONE!! Kill me a Thousand times and I shall be reborn! I AM ASTAROTH!!!!" The Ash and Bone and steel dust quake with the roar before they are all brought forcibly together, creating a grinding and stone cracking sound.

The Sinner stands there, Watching as Astaroth reforms himself in the endless sinner desert. At first he is just smirking, getting ready to kill this Creature.. until The Sheer size of Astaroth comes clearly into view. Twelve feet High, and made of compressed bone, ash and steel dust. The Saika Turns on his Dark Gift and a long Spike of bone Slithers out of the Creatures palm. The Saika Looks up and down the Monstrous beast and moves to stab it through the skull. Astaroth shifts his head, just slightly. He Doesnt have to move fast or far, Just enough.

Astaroths Fist comes up into the Saika's Gut and the force of the4 blow rings out through their Body as he opens his mouth to speak in his deep low rumbling voice. "You belong here... You Are worthless ash and dust.." He Grabs the saika and pulls its Arm to the side, snapping the bone blade. "You are not bone.. You are Not Steel. You are not ash.. Die and Feed the strong!" The Mask of Astaroth comes off and he finally shows his deformed face before he opens his mouth awkwardly huge. The Jaw engulfs the head and upper torso of the Saika and Astaroth bites down, swallowing the top half of the Saika Whole and absorbing his essence.

[Astaroth]

The Body of the Saika grinds and crushes deep within the Body of Astaroth. The Body was incorporating with his own and the blood was flowing down into his Ashen and dusty form. He Crushed the fleshy mas down into red and sticky paste that merged with his dust and ash, muddying his middle section and making him double over. The pressure within Astaroth is immense, the Rupturing bursting pressure wanting to expel itself from within him. He Groans and Compresses his Ashen form, but soon it begins to Slough off.

Astaroth scrabbles and grabs at the muddy bloody slop that is flowing out of his body. He Groans and sounds like someone blowing bubbles through thin oil as he tries to speak. Astaroth falls to his knees as he slides his ahnds uselessly through the muck for what seems like an age. Minutes pass that seems like hours to Astaroth before he silently falls to his side and stops trying to get back the ash and bone dust he is loosing. He stares up at the sky, the roiling Blood shot sky.. He has lost it all, he is once again Limited to this hellscape.

He has no sword, Not even his hellish strength to aid him right now. His arms Refuse to move, His .. Breathing? Why is he breathing? He is made of stone and Dust.. His chest stops heaving, the throbbing in his chest Abates and what he thought was his heart beating stops once again. He Stares at the Ceiling.. The Sky having been lost to his vision. the ceiling he is staring at is the ceiling of power expected of a hason. He knows, he has known since his death that Hason are the bottom of the barrel, they are trash.. Dust to be trodden upon.

He Starts to stand.. Dust.. Dust and Bone, Crushed beneath the feet of those too high to look below them. Steel, discarded by those too weak to hold it or too arrogant to use it. He was the Hason of Ressurection, The undying Force. His Eternal suffering was to die and be reborn, but he would not suffer as was the intent of his curse. He will take his curse and make it a Boon, he will take control of his powers! He roars out, still gurgling slightly as Two more sets of arms Erupt from his ribs and hips. Both as large and strong as his main set. They turn and face behind himself and push with all of his own might, throwing himself up to a Standing position.

He Stands, Flexing all six of his arms. He holds each set of hands together, pressing against his own strength with each set of arms. He shakes his head and Re-absorbs his third set of arms, instead keeping just a total of four. He looks down at the beaten and bloody broken lower half of the saika he chewed in half and spits a glob of dusty muddied blood at the corpse. His Mision now was to go back, back to his Lord, he was a Criado after all. He had a Lord as they all did and his lord was a Hellish creature, she might not take too kindly to find that he died already.

[Astaroth]

The Palace of Queen Heshabani was little more than a throne made of skulls and assorted bones. She sat atop it with her Hason Criado's, A Deathly Dragon that could no longer speak, and a few others of little to no importance, just there under the sway of her power.  Heshabani Found Astaroth many many years ago, pounding weaker Sinners into pulp over and over again, Hunting them and breaking them until they were and then until they were dust. The Hatred within Astaroth drew him to her, Astaroth could not harm Heshabani no matter how hard he hit her.

The power Heshabani displayed to Astaroth is what started the desire to become her Criado, To have something to tie himself to was grand, a Solid place to Stray out from and seek his own ambitions. He looks down to path before him, coated in blood and leading straight up to her throne. He Takes the few strides it takes for his massive form to Cross the path ahead of him and the only person he would ever kneel to. He Takes a knee with a Heavy Thud, shaking the ground under his weight and resting the rest of his weight on all four of his closed fists.

Heshabani looks him over and scoffs "You might have new arms. But You are still back here.. Tell me why I shouldn't just Release you?" She looks down to him and throws one of her Blood coated Apples down to him and lets it roll until it is directly under his face. Astaroth Stares at the apple a moment before crushing it in one of his hands, looking up to Heshabani with Rage in his eyes. He Throws the blood across the foot of her throne as he stands. The action just draws a Smirk from her lips and she stands slowly to match him.

He Doesn't dare take another step closer to her throne, Heshabani looks him up and down and licks the blood off her hands. The Glare down lasts for a long moment but they both do not move. They both look into each others eyes and Heshabani is the first to look away but as she smiles and makes a dismissive gesture. "Fine then.. I will break you out again.. But You Will do better this time.. or else I will absorb you.. Do you understand?" Astaroth Stares at her, unbreathing, unmoving like a stone statue.

Astaroth lets out a loud rumbling sigh "Yes My Mistress Heshabani.. I will not be sent back so easily this time.." He looks to her and rolls his shoulders. He Stretches his lower set of arms back and around his back. Flipping these lower arms back behind himself so easily was strange to him so he had to get used to them. Heshabani Stood and Spread her wings out  taking flight to land on Astaroths shoulders and tapped him on the lower back before pointing onward. "Come now.. I can break you out this way.. The walls should be weaker over here."

[Astaroth]

Astaroth Follows Heshabani Wordlessly, His Moving and hulking form is a moving sign saying "Fuck off or I will crush you." The Body that Heshabani provided was one of a Deadly Allure, coming closer and closer to he as time went on without realizing how close to her you would walk before you found Astaroths fist crashing down upon your head or worse. The Pair Walked through hell mostly left be, as their truer intentions were not known to any but themselves for the time being. The problem with Trying to keep The Akki In hell was that the Akki Knew not to escape from the same place twice.

Heshabani knew not to take Astaroth back to the same Section of hell as Before, Not only that but she saw he had grown more powerful. She would need to break open a new hole a BIGGER Hole, the risk was there but she would be willing to do it. She Found a Quieter and Less Traveled side of Hell and drew out her Weapon. Heshabani was a Deadly Sweet Creature, Her Arms Grew Dragon Skulls from her Wrists and her Tail started streaming a thick black ooze. Astaroth stood back and Started to Blend into the wall, Standing perfectly still and looking like a piece of Scenery.

The First stage of Heshabani was the Most Dangerous, she got blood-hungry there and Astaroth knew to stay out of the way or he would get hurt. If there was someone there who could Truly Harm him, Heshabani would be the one.The one Thing he Feared was Heshabani and her Release, The Dragons on her Wrists were disgusting. The Fluid they spewed was Caustic and yet Engulfing, the fluid absorbed it all and fed Heshabani's body.. Making her bloat into a disgusting and putrid fat mess.

Heshabani Started to Coat the walls of the Cave system they were in, And Heshabani's form already began to turn putrid and bloated. She started to leak the same black liquid as if she was sweating it and her Spritly laughter turned to horrific Ursula-esque Cackling. The body Grew as Large as Astaroth before she stomped and widened her stance, rippling her now Flabby horrific flesh. The Ground shook with her step and sloshing mass of wet nasty flesh, Astaroth looked in disgust as she continued to devour the stone of the walls of Hell.

Heshabani Turned Suddenly, much faster than her form should allow before she Slashed out with her Claws and cut through a Figure that Astaroth could not even perceive until its form appeared bloodied and sprawled upon the stone before Heshabani as she licks her hands free of Blood. The Liquid behind her working to Carve a pathway through the walls of hell For Astaroth. His body was rigid, ensuring that he would not move or make himself known.

[Astaroth]

Astaroth Watches Heshabani Closely, knowing what to look for as Heshabani Starts to Literally devour other denizens of Hell that are trying to Piggy back off of her Jail break. She opens her mouth into a Toothy maw filled with rows of Fangs and Spikey teeth, swallowing them whole as her body ripples and sloshes. Her Body distends and roils around like a it is made of some sort of flesh based jelly as she cackles and revels in the carnage. Inevitably A Few Denizens Do manage to scramble through her Black bile and out the hole it bored through the barrier into the World of the living.

Astaroth sees a few smaller Hason and A Saika Slip through hell and out through Heshabani's Bile and he makes a Break for it, Propelling himself forward deeper and deeper into the fray, pushing his way passed the carnage and submerging himself into the Black bile eating through the barrier. He feels the black bile envelop him as he sinks down farther into it than he rightfully should be able to, down past his own Twelve foot tall form and even deeper. He Sinks until he feels himself go almost weightless and he recognizes this sensation from before, He starts to Swim upward whichever direction feels like up.

As Astaroth Breaches the Top of the Sludge with his hands he feels a Thick, almost leathery membrane at his fingertips. He Claws and tears at it, ripping a hole large enough for him to climb out of. As he steps through to the other side he finds himself crawling out of the cavity of a Dead Whale beached somewhere on a coastline. He pays little mind to the Human who was just sprayed with rottign Whale meat and fluids as he walks unseen by the surrounding humans into the Wild lands of the living before him once more.

Astaroth walks through the World of the living, slow and determined. He Must find a Quiet spot where there is not a lot of spiritual activity to Refine himself, Grow himself. His Rage seethed within himself, he would not be sent back to hell again so easily, he would develop his means of surviving he was Astaroth lord of Ash and bone! He Slammed his fist into a Nearby tree and Sent the top half of it flying into the next tree, with a satisfying thud of wood on wood and then wood on dirt.

He Walked up to the fallen tree and hefts it on his shoulder as he continued. He might have a bit of fun causing some havoc before that though, Relax a bit and bathe in some human blood to calm his wrecked nerves. He heard the sounds of a Car alarm nearby, that would be a Fine Distraction to this Weakness crisis he found himself undergoing currently, maybe some screaming coming from somewhere other than his own mind would drown at the voice in his head berating himself for letting a shinigami cut him in half.

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

I'm gonna treat this like a solo training, and since you didn't specify what you were training for, here's 140 CTP