Hellbound [OPEN]

Alone on the field, he was meditating. His mind was focused on the energy around him, feeling its fluctuations in the air as it swirled around him. Recently he had learned not to question why he did things and simply acted upon his thoughts. As simple as it sounded, it did an amazing job on his overall stress level. In his mind, he recreated several encounters he’s had on the past and finding ways to overcome these seemingly impossible challenges. These people he had held a grudge on once, now their image only served as a stepping stone for him to progress. He had shown abilities when striking down several foes and he felt as though he was in a better position than ever to fight them again. On the condition, they ever came to Hell. He’d show them who was the true big chief down there.

His mind sidetracked a little and he thought about the Heran village and people who had accepted him as one of their own, despite his lineage. Was it really the best thing for him? It was calm, it was peaceful, well, as much as it can get for their people and it was basically everything he’s ever wanted. There was no more of that struggle he once had to deal with on a regular basis and for once, he was able to take time for himself. To learn who he was. It was so peaceful that he felt restless. It almost felt like this perfect ending was given out to him due to pity. That he did not, in fact, earn his peace. But then, what would he have to do in order to attain it? Conquer Hell? Find his way to Heaven and rip it to shred? His soul was still burning for something…and that something came at the expense of some others.

<Some things just can’t be helped, huh.>

He did not need cause nor reason. His heart, his mind, and his body simply longed for it. It was visceral. Stronger than a desire to live, much purer than his wish for peace and normal life. To everyone else, such thoughts were unfathomable and were best described as dangerous lunatic ravings. But, hey, different strokes for different folks.

As he sunk deeper into these thoughts, his aura felt increasingly more menacing and violent. Unlike in the past where it would also get more chaotic as he gave in to these violent tendencies, this time it was controlled and assumed. It was not the actions of a madman lost in his own head. It was calculated and voluntary.

And now, was there someone to disturb this peace of his?