Just how beautiful death can be

Who: Ashura, Cain and others (Semi-private. Please ask to join)
Where: The forest
What: Ashura waking up
When: Nowish
Why: Because sleeping is good, but being awake is good too

( How: Miracles. Sometimes if love proves real two people who are ment to be together nothing can keep them apart. )

The proof of God, is Music, of any kind.

I wish and I hope that 'everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt'.

I think I might have loved you.

You got to go home.

There’s no choice left anymore.

I will sleep. None are to disturb me.

Ashura's church catches fire and burns to ash. Nothing remains except a strange gnarled tree with a heartbeat.

the winter will always be here.

don't take the pain away.

i drink you.
i miss you.
i love you.

but most of all, please forgive me.

The flowers had been floating, kept aloft by the ribbons that surrounded the girl. Her gold hair coiled and decorated with beads and bells and crystals. Each movement was graceful and each carried it’s own music as cloth sighed against cloth and bells and coins rang.
“Gigei…”
His dance teacher smiled at him and he felt the earlier pain melt away. If Gigei was here, everything would be alright. The beautiful dancer could turn any bad situation into a lovely one.

“You’re here too Gigei…”

The young woman stopped smiling and lowered her eyes.
“I’m dead Ashura. Don’t you remember?” she asked. Ashura drew back and stared at her in shock. Remember? But he did, didn’t he? The other Ashura…The child whose soul he shared…

And then he saw it, the spears that ran her through from all directions. There would have been no surviving it. She’d kept dancing as long as she’d been able. Twelve spears had run her through before she’d fallen, still smiling.
“We protected you, Ashura.” She said, still smiling. Her smile made it terrible.

Ashura crouched down next to the dead dancer, the dancer eventhe gods adored and respected... he touched her skin, which had started to melt, leaving charred black bone.

Another of the child’s memories, he thought. His Gigei was alive…wasn’t she? didn’t they dance by torchlight, drink and laugh until they couldn’t breathe, when she visited the castle?

He.. couldn’t remember anymore which was his reality, and which belonged to the child… Had he watched as she’d been impaled with spears and fed to beasts? Who had taught him to dance if not Gigei? But.. he did dance alone in the palace now, didn't he? He shuddered and felt the blackness growing.

He licked the blood from his hands, relishing the coppery taste. He held the head by the hair, and smiled at the twisted expression before he leaned in and ran his tongue over the still wet lifeblood.
The broken corpse the head belonged to was lost in the pile he perched on.
“Thanks to you, foolish, brave Yasha, this world will become a burning hell.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the cold dead ones of the head he still held.

“The wheel of fate is spinning…towards the end.”

He flung Yasha-ou’s head to the ground and tilted his head back, laughing.

“I will stain heaven and all the worlds red with blood and flames…”

The earthquake ended as he’s cried out, bolting upright. His hair, tangled in a curtain around him, clung to the sheen of sheen of sweat that covered his shoulders and back. As he pressed his face to his hands, he willed himself to stop. He must keep control, lest he lose the seals that kept the True nature of Ashura sealed. Lest he forget himself and destroy everything. His lungs hurt and his breath came sharply as he tried to calm the trembling of his body and breathe properly.

He’d never had dreams like that before. Death had never bothered him…. The strange grinning youth in green and gold dragon armour he’d killed, the women who had died had stirred something deep inside. It had been the start the earthquake. Running Yasha through with Shura however, after ripping his eyes from his sockets… ripping his head from his body with his hands… had been the true damage to his psyche.

Death had never bother him. Even as a child, when Taishakuten had tested him with his pet rabbits… he had not hesitated to cruelly gut them and pull them apart. Nor had he hesitated the day he’d begun killing humans and gods alike, with no more hesitation than he had his adorable pets…. He’d afterall, killed his mother years before he’d killed his pets… He had always known his nature. He had known he was the destroyer of heaven and could one day, in fact, destroy everything… It had been the reason he'd been sealed, asleep for 300 years...

The battle of the moon kingdom had, in fact, been a pleasant diversion… one he had relished and begun to crave. It had given him joy and purpose and something to look forward to... The slaughter of the Yasha army had been enjoyable… His battles with Yasha, the pinnacle of his life.

But.. which was reality now? His nightly battles with Yasha, arguing with the strange green and gold boy... the laughter of friends he couldn't quite name...

He couldn’t tell anymore… there were images in his head—people—he could not explain… people he felt for so deeply their deaths had shaken him—but whom he was sure he had never met…That boy... who was he? Why had his murder hurt so much? He'd killed countless young men, hadn't he?

And then there was the murder of Yasha in his dream, ripping him apart, drinking his blood and laughing at his surprised, betrayed expression... The darkness, the Ashura, sleeping within him, stired.

He could feel it, uncoiling slowly, in the pit of his stomach.

He doubled over in his bed of blankets and cusions, gasping to regain his control and calm his shaking. He could feel it. Waking up.

It was thirsty and cold.

I know
As if I could remember it I know --
Nothing is left
Nothing exists
Not even past to be remembered.
If no one can remember no one can tell.
If no one
Can remember --
No one
Can tell.

As if I could remember --
I tell --

There was that light
That blinding light which turned all matter to un-seen light.
Not darkness.
Darkness can not exist where light can not be known.
Nothing is left.
No matter
And no more light
And no more dark
And nothing.
As if I could remember it I know

Knows then that nothing lasts forever
And nothing will remain when I have written
These words on nothing will remain
For nothing lasts for ever

ooc:Not mine, but Ashura's for the time being.

To: Destruction Girls
From: Ashura
Re: All the Destruction

♥ Lovely work my dears. Lovely. Destruction is the most beautiful force there is. It's a shame you don't have dead bodies you can pile on top... but I suppose we must be content with what we have here.

Respectfully,

Ashura

ooc: I want to add this into my thread with Yasha, but I'm waiting on his reply before I can :D

To: Destiny
From: Ashura, the Destroyer God
Re: How you fuck with my life.

If I could take all of the hate I feel, and all of the suffering I've caused... all of the death and pain I've inflicted... and if I could take all of my different worlds selves's hate and pain and wrath and death... I would take it back, and I would forge a weapon of it, and use it to destroy you once and for all.

Stop Fucking with Me.

What did I ever do... besides being born... to deserve your hatred?

I know you can't answer as you are an concept and/or a phenomenon, but if you were ever personified as a figure or a being, I would I kill you slowly. Slower than I killed my mother whose begging pleas I laughed at. I would watch the life drain from you after I slowly tore you apart with nothing but my hands. And it would not be painful, or torturous enough to pay for the suffering I feel and the wretchedness you stir in me.

If concepts can die, I hope you die soon so no more must suffer.

Sincerely and most hatefully,

Ashura-Ou

It has come to my attention that the earthquake my tantrum (yes. I admit that is what it was… there is no denying I was simply acting improperly on my emotions…) has caused not only injuries, but much inconvenience and fear. I offer my humblest apologies. It is no excuse to forgive bad behavior, but I was emotionally distressed.
I will try to channel my emotions into more productive things, but without nightly battles and so much idle time, I fear it has become easier to forget myself and begin to revert to the Destroyer, the dark aspect of myself. It is brought out by strong emotions.

Are there any musicians present? I would like to channel my energy into something productive and unobtrusive such as dancing…

I am pre-occupied with the stars tonight. They are different stars than my world, but like all stars, they move. They tell stories, and they fall... They tell me tonight, of the future. There is no floating moon palace in this place. I cannot meet with Yasha here for our nightly, ritual battle...

But the stars.. they are trying to tell me something. A grand event is coming... I am not a stargazer so the stars must speak plainly. All that I understand is that a darkness will fall over this place. And an arrival...

Dare I hope for my Yasha?... I think that would be foolish. He is not here. I wish there was a stargazer among us whome I could ask.

I am lost, and the future is not clear me.

How do I fight destiny, when I do not know what it is I am supposed to fight?

I will watch the world, offensive to me, crumble to dust. I will watch everything burn.

I didn't get chocolates, so those of you complaining or who are áttatched to someone... quit rubbing it in. SOME OF US MISS OUR LOVED ONES AND ARE WITHOUT THEM AND WE DIDN'T GET CHOCOLATE ON TOP OF IT ALL.

...I'm going to burn down part of the city again until I feel better.

To: JRockerGurl4Life
From: Ashura-ou
Re: http://youtube.com/watch?v=MbNXBxdMM1w

...Are you a prophet?

For while I certainly enjoyed the epicness of your video, I admit to being disturbed by the images you have shared.
They show a bleak, unhappy future for Yasha and me. My father and his lover changed destiny so that I could live... I need to know what you're trying to tell me of, so I may avoid it. Are these events that will occur when I return to Shurano?

Is it really necessary that I injur Yasha's eye? He's very pretty with both...

[open post with communication device]

Are you there Yasha? It's Ashura.
Although I am far from home, I maintain hope that you too, are in this place.

I long to meet you in this place where wishes cannot be granted. With no wishes, there is no war. Perhaps we could have tea, instead of meeting over the blood of our men... I crave your voice and to see your eyes glittering from something other than my flames and admist the snow, instead of ash and half-burned corpses...

OOC: Since I'm waiting on posts, I thought I'd do backstory for the current time-frame :) ie.. The night before the big Wake-Up.

The battle had been… glorious.
They’d had casualties, of course—battles with the men of Yama were always deadly. It was the truth about war. Men did not return home. But they had fought well, and would be remembered.
And as always, there had been no victor. Neither Shurano or Yama had been able to claim the Moon Palace.

The Festival of Fire had come after they’d returned. Pilars of flame blazed high into the sky and illuminated the festival grounds as bright as daylight. Alcohol poured freely and of course there was dancing, laughing and merriment.

He’d been whisked away after returning, stripped of his armor and bathed, purified, perfumed, and adorned freshly, and led back to the festivities. Ashura smile and sipped at his drink, amidst cushions and curtains, watching the best dancers their country offered with a soft smile.

The Festival of Fire was easily Ashura’s favorite festival, but as he looked up at the sky, indigo from the not yet risen sun. No amount of the sweet, thick liquor he drinks will let him forget that he would rather be on the moon palace with Yasha-Ou, locked in their waltz of swords and death. If it were his choice, he would have stayed until there were only the two of them left alive. He is guilt stricken. All around him are his favorite things. His dancers, wonderful music, heavy incense and blooming flowers. And he wishes for nothing but rock, fire, and war.

He finally stands, and there is a surprised hush. Ashura-sama is going to dance…! echoes through the crowds, and he smiles faintly at his people. Ou!! They’ve waited all night for this. It would be cruel not to give them their reward for such loving loyalty. Ashura-Ou is going to perform!!.

His heart is only half in it, but perhaps the dance will sooth him. Help him forget. His fan fwwaaappps open with a flick of his impossibly slender wrist, and the music changes. The bells on his cloths ring with each movement, and silks rustle together. The dance is fast. It is a dance of hope. It is fitting for the Festival of fire. A dance where wishes come true, and a dance he choreographed for Yasha, although the King of Darkness will never know how glorious he truly is. Jewel crusted limbs, and the crystals in his hair glitter in the fire’s light like fallen stars. He sways to the music, spins and brings the fan down with enough force to cause skirts to shiver.

No one breathes. No one dares, lest the king be distracted and miss a step. But he does not, and he is beautiful and his people go to bed that night, knowing they have witnessed the embodiment of the best their world can offer.

Ashura goes to bed wishing he could be so easily content, and dreams of bloodshed and ash, floating on the mists of the Moon Palace’s surface, and eyes blacker than night, glittering in darkness.