Dark Forces Abound [Dojiro]

So earth was just as he remembered it, bland and tasteless as ever. The air was crisp, disturbing to the senses and utterly repulsive to his sense of smell. Yet he felt an odd... fulfillment in being here. It was his original home after all, but to see this world for what it truly was brought a nausea to him. Dojiro had come to this place, of darkness and decay to feel at ease. It was a foul place created by foul magicks. 

Dojiro was currently walking along the side of the ravine among-st the rocks of a large mountain. His eyes liken to one who was bored, but he needed to learn more about this foul place. It was created by someone who used dark magick, but to this level baffled reason. Dojiro was no stranger to demon's, but he couldn't imagine a demon wielding this kind of magic. Yet the fissure was there for all to see and was not healing. It was a wound in the earth, like someone had cut an artery and the life force of the world was bleeding out.

Slowly a black cloud began to form behind the boy, skulls and faces began to form. Whining and groaning in agony, floating about the boy insistently. Dojiro would look over his shoulder at them like one would look at an annoying child or someone unwanted. Cold eyes and even colder reaction.

"Eh?! I just fed you pathetic lot... Disgusting demons... Always hungry like leeches."

Dojiro was then touched by one, its hand grazed his shoulder for a brief moment and a look of utter rage filled the boys eyes. He quickly turned, throwing his hand outwards before slapping the poor souls. From there he knocked them down before stomping on them repeatedly, spouting curses at the demons as they moaned helplessly beneath the onslaught.

"You sacks of garbage! Do not touch me! Worthless weaklings! Disgusting filth!"

Dojiro's voice was filled with pure hatred and malice as he stomped the cloud a few more times. The demon's whimpering before being drawn back into his body through his foot. The boy staring down at the ground where they once were for a few more moments before his eyes softened once more. Then turned into a smile before beginning to cackle like a mad man.

"Guahaha!"

Dojiro's sudden shift in demeanor was quick and lasted but only a second. Soon returning to his calm expression before he adjusted his cloak and let out a sigh. He really needed to work on that, losing control of himself was becoming more frequent. He supposed it was because of the fact he had been feeding on demons for so long, but whatever the case was, he needed to learn a bit of self control.

It was then that the boy sensed another nearby, a demon by the feel of it, but something... between? No he couldn't tell off hand if that was the case, but it certainly was worth investigating. To which he took to the skies for.

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It didn't take long for Dojiro to arrive, landing softly nearby to see another person standing by the fissures edge. Perhaps he was investigating as well? No, no one could rival his genius intellect and even if they got remotely close it would be pointless. Dojiro smiled faintly to himself before holding out a hand out from under his cloak.

"I wouldn't get to close to that dark magick... It eats away at the life force."

Dojiro warned, but he supposed that much would be obvious on first glance. The green miasma it gave off as it glowed brightly was a pretty big give away. Dojiro's eyes travelling down as a flash of green light erupted from it.

"Marvelous to look at no? Magick truly is a wondrous thing. But I digress. You are a demon no? Did you get drawn here like the others?"

Dojiro referred to the other weirdo's who arrived, being those of all shapes and sizes. Earthlings, to humans, to even aliens, all kinds of folks were curious about this fissure this days.

Dojiro was glad the young half-breed listened to him, as it would be an unfortunate event if he ended up a broken husk at the bottom of the valley. It wasn't to say it would instantly kill anyone, but it would bleed you dry eventually of continued exposure. The world gave an agonized groan, ground vibrating slowly as Dojiro approached. The young man's name was Choco Vixen, one the abomination would remember for the future.

"I am Dojiro, my last name has long sense been forgotten."

As Dojiro spoke, the cloud of demon's from within spilling outwards, skeletal hands reaching at Choco but seeing as how far Dojiro was, they couldn't reach. The demon's would need to stretch fifteen yards to even get within range and even then they were harmless. Trapped in perpetual torment within Dojiro's body and the boy simply sigh as he placed a hand over his face. This demon's were disgusting and hard to deal with near this fissure. 

"Apologies, they are restless near the fissure."

Dojiro kept a smile, but it had shifted to a ruthless and cold one. His eyes reflecting the sadistic glee he got out of their suffering. Their moans colliding together to form a unison of suffering chorus. However, this was ended as Dojiro grabbed one's head and squeezed. The skull turning to a smoky form and all of them shrieked in pain before returning to their prison. They could reach from the cage, but could not escape their shackles that bound them to Dojiro.

"So you know more who can use this magic hm? Interesting. Is one of them your teacher?"

Dojiro asked, stopping his advance now within ten yards of Choco. He didn't know the effects of the souls appearing but seeing begging souls probably didn't speak well of his first impression. He would simply need to reassure this Choco so he could learn more.