JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 17, 2014 2:31:03 GMT -5
HEAVEN'S GATES
won't open up for me
Candles lit the enclosed region. There was no artificial sunlight to make it easier for one to see nor was there any furniture to sit upon save for a trifling wooden box in the center of the room. The ground was composed of firm and compact clay with the walling made of bizarre brick. Ultimately, the room was just a cylinder with a diameter of ten or so meters and a height of roughly six feet; most that entered found themselves having to stoop. It was designed to be an uncomfortable experience, and that it was for all who found themselves forced inside. The only entrance was a steel door that automatically locked from the outside. A prison cell of old, replaced by the more modern dungeons that had proven to be far more adept at blocking the usage of spiritual powers.
It had also been occupied by none other than Emil Heidrich for the past forty-three hours. The nude body of the male lay stained with sweat and reeking of musk in the corner of the cell. During the few hours of wakefulness all the Gemischt had managed to do was wear himself out for some futile cause. To him it was the only cause that he needed however, regardless of how the outside world viewed it. The death of youth still fresh in his mind, he recalled the plus that had felt to a hollow right in front of him. He recalled the conversations that they had held and the joy that the soul seemed to be experiencing while in his company. It was something that he could have deterred had he been in his right mind, it was something that didn’t have to happen if he had been able to access the full depths of his Quincy power. It was forbidden for his people to kill hollows but he could have at least injured the creature and prevented it from the murder. Instead however, he had done relatively nothing as he watched the child be gobbled up by a monster.
There was more than just that encounter however, there were numerous that ran rampant through his mind. The shinigami weren’t holding to their part of the bargain and Quincy and humans were dying by the masses, he could recall the village of his slain brethren. Someone needed to stand for those who had come to an untimely end and all who couldn’t raise their own weapon to defend themselves.
Emil could pray and whine for someone else to step into the role and sacrifice themselves but what good would that do? It would merely be allowing for someone else to suffer while he, someone who had nothing to lose, sat on the sidelines and cried over scars that had healed. No, that wouldn’t do. He would regain himself and find a power that even the likes of the Reaping Reaver feared. He would become the Knight-Commander that was respected by his comrades and feared by those that wished ill upon the innocent. He would deter violence. He would do violence in order to END violence.
It had also been occupied by none other than Emil Heidrich for the past forty-three hours. The nude body of the male lay stained with sweat and reeking of musk in the corner of the cell. During the few hours of wakefulness all the Gemischt had managed to do was wear himself out for some futile cause. To him it was the only cause that he needed however, regardless of how the outside world viewed it. The death of youth still fresh in his mind, he recalled the plus that had felt to a hollow right in front of him. He recalled the conversations that they had held and the joy that the soul seemed to be experiencing while in his company. It was something that he could have deterred had he been in his right mind, it was something that didn’t have to happen if he had been able to access the full depths of his Quincy power. It was forbidden for his people to kill hollows but he could have at least injured the creature and prevented it from the murder. Instead however, he had done relatively nothing as he watched the child be gobbled up by a monster.
There was more than just that encounter however, there were numerous that ran rampant through his mind. The shinigami weren’t holding to their part of the bargain and Quincy and humans were dying by the masses, he could recall the village of his slain brethren. Someone needed to stand for those who had come to an untimely end and all who couldn’t raise their own weapon to defend themselves.
Emil could pray and whine for someone else to step into the role and sacrifice themselves but what good would that do? It would merely be allowing for someone else to suffer while he, someone who had nothing to lose, sat on the sidelines and cried over scars that had healed. No, that wouldn’t do. He would regain himself and find a power that even the likes of the Reaping Reaver feared. He would become the Knight-Commander that was respected by his comrades and feared by those that wished ill upon the innocent. He would deter violence. He would do violence in order to END violence.
MADE BY SIRIUS OF GANGNAM STYLE
