Post by Rion Diamond on Jan 5, 2017 1:43:18 GMT -5
Rion had played the game more times than he could count. Keeping Darkness sealed away, making sure that he would not be able to take control again. Quinn leaving made him slip, it weakened the seal and released him. Maybe not fully, but it did release him enough. Rion was made up of five souls; Rion, Darkness, Ran, Fyodor, and Grimmjow, the Hollow. Hollow had been dealt with when the time was needed, when he took on the Espada level, the Hollow had no longer become a problem for them. Now, Darkness was truly the only issue that Rion had. This was something that had been coming for a long time. Once Matteo, his souls, and all of Rion's were released from themselves, Darkness had been locked, and sealed in a mummy like state. Wrapped and his powers were sealed within the wrap. Forcing him to be, for the most part, a mummy. The difference, was that he still had movement. To stop him from leaving, he was tied in place and left to rot while the others trained. Rion's training took on a different type though. Instead of physical, he took on mental training. He did this on his own as Ran lead the training of Matteo and his souls; Matteo, Stello, Fyodor, Epitoph, and the newest soul that was found to replace Caleb, was Gunnolf. Gunnolf was a wolf. He was a lone wolf, never taking to a pack. He wanted the world, and Matteo was the one to give it to him. He may have been a wolf, but he also had a human form.
Once Ran had the others started in their training, Rion sat on a massive stump, a game board in front of him. The board was covered in white and black checkerboard spaces and white and black pieces. He closed his eyes, taking in every part of the board. He closed his eyes and smiled, standing up, carrying the game board, careful not to make a mess of it and he took a deep breath, and sat down with it in front of Darkness. The two of them played. Over and over again. Rion had not won once. He grew frustrated. He couldn't help it, losing was not something that he was used to, but Darkness knew Rion's mind. Maybe even better than he knew it himself. The advantage that he had over Rion was that Rion had not even an inkling of what went on inside of Darkness. Darkness' mind was like something out of a horror story. It was filled of blood, guts, and gore. Killing, and death, but at the center of it all sat a strategical genius. Rion sat, as did Darkness, and after days of doing nothing more, not eating, not sleeping, they even came to a point where they would not blink.
Growing tired of the two sitting, and not contributing, Ran placed the two of them now elsewhere, into something of a warehouse with all white walls, and floors, but sat them onto the most powerful thing within the Enchanted Forest. The Nemeton. The ancient power that rang from this was something that was thought of only in fairy tales, fitting for where it had laid. It was nothing more than a stump, but this stump pulled magical beings to it. The point of them playing on this, was that Darkness would remain free until Rion was able to successfully win. He would be able to stay as he was, free of Rion and Rion free of all other souls, unable to leave, the two were trapped in a binding seal, causing them to be forever locked into the never ending game before them until Rion was able to win. Darkness laughed often, he won even more. His powers were sealed, yes, but he still was able to cause a slight illusion here and there. He smiled, jagged teeth showing and then waved a hand, showing Rion his fate if he did not eventually win the game. Showing him, that after every loss, the mummy binding became looser and that if he continued to lose, that Darkness would kill him, brutally, by forcing a metal stake through him, leaving him there to rot, the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Alone. The one thing that Rion feared over anything else. Being alone.
It hit him, Rion smiled, the illusion that Darkness has cast over him, forced him to see was enough. It was all that he needed, it allowed him to get into Darkness' mind, allowed him to see how he thought, and Rion smirked, looking up at him and they played. One last time. They played, this game went on the longest. The two of them neck and neck, each other them playing as if their lives had depended on it, the reasoning behind it, was because their lives did depend on it. Rion smiled, closing his eyes. making the last move. He had won. Finally, he had beaten darkness and imagery all around them began to flicker. Rion looked up at Darkness, and smiled, wiping the board, sending the game pieces flying and standing up, Darkness recoiled a bit, surprised. How had he lost? This wasn't how it was supposed to play out. He had to win. He had to free himself once and for all.
The warehouse setting around them fading, but it was not taking them back to the Enchanted Forest, no, it took them elsewhere, to the place where Rion and Ran had first met. To the now decrepit FireDrake manor. Rion fell to his knees, his eyes wide, and he began choking. The wrapping that once covered Darkness starting forcing itself out of Rion as he dry heaved on the floor. He was alone, he had been imagining it. He was in the FireDrake manor the entire time. Alone, his souls never have left his body, Matteo never having been there. It was all just a mental game. Mental training. Or so he had thought. He had hoped. Hoped that he hadn't lost all of that time. He sighed, having stopped choking and sat back, looking at the wrappings he had just choked up. That was proof. Proof that it had happened. All of it had happened. He had trained, all of them had. But the question of how he had gotten here remained. How did he get here and who was behind it?
He closed his eyes, taking in everything that had happened. Truly, he didn't remember most of it. It was all a blur. How much time had passed? Was it long enough for anyone to really notice? He didn't know. He didn't know what day it was, what time it was. He didn't know when he left the island even. What did he know? Not much now. But he felt better. He felt like, he had won. He had finally done it. He won the game that he played constantly in head mind against Darkness and by finally winning, he had completed the seal, officially sealing Darkness away. He stood up, and looked down at the wrappings and shook his head, "This was my game, did you really think that you could beat me?" He smirked and he left the house on foot.
Once Ran had the others started in their training, Rion sat on a massive stump, a game board in front of him. The board was covered in white and black checkerboard spaces and white and black pieces. He closed his eyes, taking in every part of the board. He closed his eyes and smiled, standing up, carrying the game board, careful not to make a mess of it and he took a deep breath, and sat down with it in front of Darkness. The two of them played. Over and over again. Rion had not won once. He grew frustrated. He couldn't help it, losing was not something that he was used to, but Darkness knew Rion's mind. Maybe even better than he knew it himself. The advantage that he had over Rion was that Rion had not even an inkling of what went on inside of Darkness. Darkness' mind was like something out of a horror story. It was filled of blood, guts, and gore. Killing, and death, but at the center of it all sat a strategical genius. Rion sat, as did Darkness, and after days of doing nothing more, not eating, not sleeping, they even came to a point where they would not blink.
Growing tired of the two sitting, and not contributing, Ran placed the two of them now elsewhere, into something of a warehouse with all white walls, and floors, but sat them onto the most powerful thing within the Enchanted Forest. The Nemeton. The ancient power that rang from this was something that was thought of only in fairy tales, fitting for where it had laid. It was nothing more than a stump, but this stump pulled magical beings to it. The point of them playing on this, was that Darkness would remain free until Rion was able to successfully win. He would be able to stay as he was, free of Rion and Rion free of all other souls, unable to leave, the two were trapped in a binding seal, causing them to be forever locked into the never ending game before them until Rion was able to win. Darkness laughed often, he won even more. His powers were sealed, yes, but he still was able to cause a slight illusion here and there. He smiled, jagged teeth showing and then waved a hand, showing Rion his fate if he did not eventually win the game. Showing him, that after every loss, the mummy binding became looser and that if he continued to lose, that Darkness would kill him, brutally, by forcing a metal stake through him, leaving him there to rot, the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Alone. The one thing that Rion feared over anything else. Being alone.
It hit him, Rion smiled, the illusion that Darkness has cast over him, forced him to see was enough. It was all that he needed, it allowed him to get into Darkness' mind, allowed him to see how he thought, and Rion smirked, looking up at him and they played. One last time. They played, this game went on the longest. The two of them neck and neck, each other them playing as if their lives had depended on it, the reasoning behind it, was because their lives did depend on it. Rion smiled, closing his eyes. making the last move. He had won. Finally, he had beaten darkness and imagery all around them began to flicker. Rion looked up at Darkness, and smiled, wiping the board, sending the game pieces flying and standing up, Darkness recoiled a bit, surprised. How had he lost? This wasn't how it was supposed to play out. He had to win. He had to free himself once and for all.
The warehouse setting around them fading, but it was not taking them back to the Enchanted Forest, no, it took them elsewhere, to the place where Rion and Ran had first met. To the now decrepit FireDrake manor. Rion fell to his knees, his eyes wide, and he began choking. The wrapping that once covered Darkness starting forcing itself out of Rion as he dry heaved on the floor. He was alone, he had been imagining it. He was in the FireDrake manor the entire time. Alone, his souls never have left his body, Matteo never having been there. It was all just a mental game. Mental training. Or so he had thought. He had hoped. Hoped that he hadn't lost all of that time. He sighed, having stopped choking and sat back, looking at the wrappings he had just choked up. That was proof. Proof that it had happened. All of it had happened. He had trained, all of them had. But the question of how he had gotten here remained. How did he get here and who was behind it?
He closed his eyes, taking in everything that had happened. Truly, he didn't remember most of it. It was all a blur. How much time had passed? Was it long enough for anyone to really notice? He didn't know. He didn't know what day it was, what time it was. He didn't know when he left the island even. What did he know? Not much now. But he felt better. He felt like, he had won. He had finally done it. He won the game that he played constantly in head mind against Darkness and by finally winning, he had completed the seal, officially sealing Darkness away. He stood up, and looked down at the wrappings and shook his head, "This was my game, did you really think that you could beat me?" He smirked and he left the house on foot.