The Disturbance

[17:13:20] Ja'ido: <*Stretches, as the blue flames burn about him again.*>
[17:13:20] Ja'ido: <Eutan, soon. If you wish. I'll train the child further.>
[17:13:20] Ja'ido: <*Sent only to Eutan!*>
[17:18:27] Ulrik Haruke: <*Suddenly leans on Eutan as he had fallen asleep with his eyes open*>
[17:18:27] Ulrik Haruke: Zzzz...
[17:19:18] Ja'ido: ....
[17:20:09] Eutan Haruke: Sure.
[17:20:09] Eutan Haruke: Do it.
[17:21:52] Ja'ido: <*Dips his head*><Soon enough... I will...><*Again, private!*>
[17:26:08] Ulrik Haruke: ...
[17:26:59] Ulrik Haruke: <*Is surprised oocly that Eutan didn't send Ulrik flying across the city oocly... so huppy QuQ*>
[17:39:47] Ja'ido: <*Growls loudly, trying to wake the boy*>
[17:39:47] Ja'ido: <Up!>
[17:40:38] Ulrik Haruke: <*Jumps awake!*> Ah!
[17:40:38] Ulrik Haruke: W-What was that for Mister Fire Kitty?
[17:41:29] Ja'ido: <It's time to train, you've slept enough.>
[17:43:12] Eutan Haruke: Good.
[17:44:54] Ulrik Haruke: Hmph!
[17:45:45] Ulrik Haruke: <*Pouts and gets up, following Mr. Fire Kitty*>
[17:49:10] Ja'ido: <Show me everything you can do, I'm watching. We'll not be fighting yet.>
[17:50:01] Ulrik Haruke: But you already know everything I can do...
[17:50:01] Ulrik Haruke: Remember how I gave you a good fight last time?
[17:50:01] Ulrik Haruke: <*<_>*>
[17:53:26] Ja'ido: <No!>
[17:53:26] Ja'ido: <don't settle for medeocrity!>
[17:58:33] Ulrik Haruke: ... But I beat you...
[17:58:33] Ulrik Haruke: How is that mediocre?
[17:59:24] Ja'ido: <BECAUSE I GOT STRONGER! No show me what you can do! You want Eutan to notice you!? And you struggled to fight a Giga Yokai!? Show me your best attack! Blast it towards the wall, SHOW ME!>
[18:00:16] Ulrik Haruke: O-Okay!
Ulrik grumbled and huffed and puffed at the yokai's orders. He shifed his tiny feet apart and put his hand together in front of him, his occult aura slowly coming to fruition along with a blue hue that came from the boys body while stardust began to spawn into existince around him. The said stardust seemed to latch onto him in small, brief intervals, lending him mana so he did not use to much of his main mana pools.

There was a hum which began to emminate from his body, his occult aura beggining to become less chaotic and uncontrollable and much more neatly packed around his small frame. As his occult aura did so, his glowing blue features would burn more brightly.

Ulrik opened his eyes and began to part his hands from the prayer like stance they were in, a large blue ball between his palms. It grew to be as big as he size of the childs head before collapsing in on itself and condensing into a a sphere the size of a golf ball. Ulrik moved his palms around the back of the small blue sphere, which seemed to vibrate in place as all that energy had been forced into such a tiny little space, careful to not touch the sphere's surface.

Ina quick thrusting motion Ulrik would force the ball outwards by propelling it away using his mana. The ball would soar at high speeds. It's energy leaked out little by little as it flew, leaving behind a blue tail of blue energy which was solid and strong enough to take the strikes of a steel sword without shattering. As the sphere flew and finally made contact with the black bricked balcony, the sphere would erupt violently.

The blast had the power of a MK3A2 grenade, with a two-meter kill radius. Ja'ido himself would not be in any lethal harm due to 1) his yokai hide under his burning fire coat would be more than sturdy enough to withstand the blast, 2) the wall was two point five meters tall in height, so he'd be safe from any lethal harm to begin with. He'd stagger a bit himself, having put his all into that blast.

He looked up at the infernus yokai and shouted at him.

"Is that good Mister Fire Kitty?!"
(Ulrik Haruke)
The beast watched, seeing the blast veer from his hands, soar through the air... and slam into the wall below. It was indeed, impressive for his age, and abbility. But still pathetic on the large spectrum... The beast stared down at him, his calming blue flames, now in their raging orange state, flames seering around his form, releasing massive amounts of power. "Good. But you are not going to kill a a Magi, even a Yokai, with one blast! Again! and again after that, untill it no longer phazes you!"

The beast watched, his burning gaze, seering down onto the boy below, he was determined to make this child stronger, simply out of boredom... Nothing else had presented itself, so traning would be the second best thing after all... Of course, he'd have to see more out of the child before anything could be said of such display...

This was still siny, small, pathetic... But it'd have to grow, he begged for attention, yet he could barely earn it... The man he wished to please, only respecting strength, and power. At his current state, it was surprising Eutan even talked to him. The powerful occultist, rarely wasiting his time on anything so useless... But, for now... that didn't matter. He'd see more from this boy.

Or he'd give himself a major maigrain...
(Ja'ido)
Ulrik grumbled at Ja'ido, becuase he really didn't want to do this over and over again... but even he knew that it was in his best interest. Ulrik took off his shirt and let it fall to the arena's floor, ready to cause a bit of mayhem now. The boy would collect another mass amount of energy magic, this time however, instead of the stardust collecting around himself, it collected around the energy ball.

The ball would grow massively, nearly twice as large as it had been before as the cosmic stardust spawn lent it's power to the ball of energy instead of Ulirk directly. The stardust would disperse and the large ball of energy, like the last round before, this ball of energy would collapse in on itself, this time however it would be around the size of a tennis ball. Not much difference in size on might think, but the end result would be magnificent.

As Ulrik continued to hold this energy blast, cosmic stardust would begin to respawn on either his right or left side of his body, a small energy ball within the said cloud of cosmic stardust. It helped to atleast know a star faintly, yes indeed. The extra spheres of energy would grow to be half the size as the original first blast before collapsing into the size of a pinball.

Ulrik would move his hands behind the ball like before, the cosmic stardust begining to part in a rotating spiral outwards in the direction the ball was going to be fired. As Ulrik made that thrusting motion towards where he had fired his first beam, the cosmic stardust produced beams woulf rie as well, resulting in simultaneous blasts that risked blowing the behemoth of a fire lion away and into the wall behind him.

As Ulrik fire this blast, his feet would buckle and he'd fall on the floor. This was his actual one-shot attempt to kill a yokai or magi alike, the other attack was ment for his strongest attack that left mana in his system. Ulrik groaned in pain as he felt his body beggining to heat up intensly. He said as he groaned.

"D-Did I do better..? ... Uuuuuunh..."

The part of the balcony of black brick where Ja'ido had stood was now in rubble, one of the entrances out of the arena in the library now gone and collapsed....

.... Did Ulirk impress the grumpy Fire Kitten yet?!
(Ulrik Haruke)
The beast blinked a few times... completely confused by the boy's display of idiocy... A low, annoyed growl, rumbles within his throat... it was obvious the beast was annoyed, and more so, tired of the boy's behavior... it was hard enough to train a ditz, and more so, when he fell asleep. Growling even louder, the beast gazes down onto the boy... Watching as he'd start to snore, speaking strange things about some form of devil called a 'tittes' it must be worse than the snake witch...

If something as powerful as a star, would be asking about such demonic powers... The beast would learn what these horrid things were later, it was something he'd have to focus on, when he was on his own time... For now, he had more important things to think about, than some evil power... Turning to Eutan, the beast lets out another paiend growl... It almost sounded like a sigh...

A very annoyed one at that. "Eutan... this is idiotic... I find this whole thing to be an annoyance.. why is the boy acting in such a way? It's quite obnoxious... I have no idea what he's talking about... but... It seems he's come father in this arcana known as 'cosmic' something I know nothing of..." Grumbling once again, the blazing beast holds his intense gaze on the older human child...

Finding this to be yet another set back, in his own growth... But, time would tell his powers, and they'd advance further soon enough... "This is annoying..."
(Ja'ido)
Eutan sighed, exhaling audibly and purposefully. His contained boredom escaped all at once, flying through his loosely-sealed, lipped maw with ease. Ulrik's antics were far more than enough for the weary, eldest Harukean, and he could think of innumerable better time-wasters than a... child. Oh, how he despised them so. They were vile creatures built for destruction and destruction alone, if allowing one or two exceptions for being obnoxious and general nuisances. The shrouded figure's mouth curved rapidly into a scowl, distorting at Ulrik's speech and quickly moving to face away from the adolescent.

To not understand the primary function of humanity was to admit one's own idiocy -- that is to assume, of course, that one was human. Ja'ido's ignorance was almost... adorable, perhaps, and evidence of his prevalent naivete. Nevertheless, Eutan was willing to sacrifice companionship with the purple-hued Infernus if it allowed him time away from his supposed relative. With numerous clangs, his form began to exit, hopefully capable of returning to Pumplynn and her own set of shenanigans. Should the pair resist... well, Eutan was already on edge. Thus, preventing him an escape would be... volatile.

A pair of paled hands reached outward to grasp the edges of the library-arena's primary exit, pulling the majority of his hefty weight forward with relative simplicity and negating a portion of the steps usually required. His boots made an awful screeching sound as they slid across the stone-brick flooring below, but the wielder himself didn't seem to mind much, if at all. His focus and concentration was potent, as was common for him, but... lately, it wandered to other worlds and places -- further demonstration of his building insanity and instability in general.
(Eutan Haruke)
Ulrik said nothing or did to stop Eutan as the youth was stuck in his mind, trying to understand what had gone on in his dream. He may have been smart, he may have been a Harukean - but he was still a child. He'd have to read up and try to find a way to sate his mental troubles now...

Or he could leave it alone and continue to find things out such as this traumatization of what he had seen in his dream. He had seen the tendrils, and uttered them as he walked away, loud enough for maybe Eutan to hear. He made his way to the exit following Eutan to the main halls where he'd soon part ways with the older Harukean and leave to his horrible home.

He kept mumbling about the tendrils. They seemed to have frightened him more than the scene with Aaron.

"T-The black tendrils... the tendrils... t-they were going to get me..."

He looked up at Eutan, remembering his active use of the tendrils that were what made up Lyperion Utovex. He continued to shudder and mumble to himself.

"W-Where those tendrils... m-mine?"

That was the last thing he said before his mumbles became unaudible and hard to understand as the words were slurred as he spoke.

Poor child...
(Ulrik Haruke)
The beast found the boy's nature... pathetic. How could one let their mind fall so low? One older than him no less...? it made no sense... Anger, was obvious, but the information kept from him, was nothing that was needed... he was no where near being upset from Eutan... No, his full wrath, was focused on the boy's uselessness... It was humbling, seeing how far someone could fall from a simple dream.. Utter, complete uselessness...

It was sickening, to see such a pathetic display... Grumbling loudly, the beast looked towards the young human, his amber orbs, seering into the boy's form, burning with malice, and hate.... He was obviously annoyed with the boy, his flames, making that quite apparent... As they left their calming blue state, to a much more furious orange...Roaring, and burning at the tiles below... Such a wrathful creature, it was true, emotions seemed to only get int he way... something that his creator seemed to understand.

Yet... he felt he'd never be able to do. No, he was made with these qualities... Anger, hate, pride, and a thirst for gore, something Yokai were born to do... No. Created with, something they sould always hold to, no matter the cost. With a low sigh, the beast slowly saunters from the building... Finding nothing of importance to be left in this place... The boy had been trained, yet he still felt angered... It was normal. Yet... Obnoxious...

Grumbling loudly, the being filters through his many thoughts, dancing through the hundreds of ideas, that seemed to pour constantly inside his darkened mind... So many beautiful thoughts... plans, and more. Such perfect carnage, could be find, in such a simplistic place... it was almost poetic. The beast said nothing, as it gazed upon it's own small pleasures... Many things would come in due time... He could feel it... and when the time came, he'd be more than happy, to enjoy every minute of it...

His goal, his pride... they'd be the key, for his own ascendence... And more so, the rise of his kin.
(Ja'ido)
A single leg of Eutan's pair rose up, his figure having immediately rotated to face the lesser Harukean. His speech was pitiable, and no less obnoxious than his former questioning involving human acts of reproduction. The stuttering and reluctancies shown were hardly reminiscent of the eldest of the trio's own childhood and, for whatever reason, he found issue with those who did not follow his own trends. The limb of a metallic-plated, thick-muscled, paled nature unwound immediately. Should Ulrik prove too slow to move out of the way, it'd instantly impact with the blatant target and surely send him back a few feet, regardless of Eutan's untrained strength.

His ability as a mage empowered his forceful blow, a trail of manifested stellar mana rippled from the concave innards of his knee to drift backwards in a gloriously-blinding display of cosmic manipulation and summoning. It resonated raw energies like usual magic, but retained such a sense of depravity that all but the firmly-accustomed would certainly find issue with its horrid scents. The sparks of star-like origins glowed with a prevalent darkness, somehow, and almost acted as the void -- a contrast to the immensely-bright yellow, of sorts. The kick, unlike those enacted upon Hercules, was... powerful, and visibly fueled by some form of distorted emotion.

Upon its end, Eutan glared, the same sort of mana flowing from the center-point of his reddened irises. "You're a disgrace!", he called, "You shall train with Ja'ido until you are capable of performing as a magi, childish scum!" Rings of Occultic energy puffed from the diameter of his horned helm, vibrating off like some type of other-worldly, alien machination of magic. Should his resonating shout prove effective in its goals, then Eutan would depart. Otherwise, however, perhaps more punishment would be needed...
(Eutan Haruke)
"Oof!"

Ulrik was of course, was hit by the older attack. He flew back even more than the elder had expected due to his slim build and small figure. Skipping on the stones and practically skidding across the floor once his body had been given the gift to touch the floor once more, the sound the gritting of his teeth could be heard in replacement to what one would think would be tears. He coughed a bit, covering his mouth with his right arm before getting back up.

He may have been small and frail /looking/ but Kraus and Azrael both be damned if he was truly as weak or as durable as he looked. The lad had the endurance of a pebble. Small, hard, and if given the opportinuity, could start a rockslide... figuratively speaking of course.

Ulrik's eye twitched as he began to rise up and look at Eutan. His fists were clenched as the bitter taste of the ground beneath him was still in his mouth. He repeated the words, the studdering having stopped now that he felt seething rage.

"Disgrace..? I'm not... a disgrace..."

Ulrik's demeanor seemed to have changed almost entirely, save for the twitching. He had grown tired of being nothing but Eutan's failure even after he had done his best to try and please him. He had conducted trials to prove his intelligence to him even though he was just a child. He had beaten a Giga Yokai, he even had the nerves to step foot in Nostvale -- a city that had a rich history in giving prejudice to Harukeans in particular.

Yet even though he could show his brains, strength and courage, he was still a disgrace? The person he thought of as a bit of a father-figure had shamed him, and called him useless; nothing of value. In Ulrik's eyes Eutan was disowning him as a son even though he was obviously not his son. He thought of Eutan as a father because his parents were horrible people, truly deplorable.

Neglectful and leaving the child on the brink of starving to death before giving him money to go buy groceries. Ulrik's eye twitched more, Aaron's voice laughing in the background of his head while massive amount of stardust began to collect around Ulrik while his occult aura flourished to life.

There were bits of golden highlights in the occult aura, a underlayer of cosmic aura that would make the boy look like a celestial being himself if the occult aura hadn't blocked it like the moon does the sun during a solar eclipse. He said to Eutan, anger audible in his voice.

"Can you... repeat the part about me being useless... Mister Eutan..?"
(Ulrik Haruke)
Ulrik had chosen the wrong person to idolize.

Eutan's eyes flared with an evident set of horrors, and he reflected that well in his conjured spells. His figure glowed with a masterful depravity that rivaled Yokai in sheer awfulness. It reeked of gore and death itself, almost, and a swirling mass of shadowborn tendrils rose from the murky depths of Mormegil's arena to surround their caster. Each of the strands was blatantly separate, but somehow melded together: a supremely-proficient usage of darkness magic, to the extent that even an adept of a similar affinity could not match it. They revolved about him with a sliding texture, allowing their composition to be spread across the unholy grounds like blood across grass.

"You are a disgrace," he stated, his voice impossibly loud and rattling like the bones of one of his own skeletal creatures. The tentacles screamed with their approach, wrapping about the silhouette of Eutan with swiftness and encroaching upon his shade-outlined form. Each of their string-like shapes pointed towards Ulrik, and obviously so. Their tips were like to spears in sharpness, and similarly dangerous, if not far more so. The void-like hues of Eutan's spawned 'weapons,' if you could call them such a thing, was reminiscent of the stars above, and clearly a technique derived from tainted cosmic magic.

Eutan was not being humorous, nor was he joking in any way whatsoever, if one was to follow his usual attitudes. In fact, he seemed to be quite the opposite, quaking with anger and uncontrolled rage. His snow-white cheeks trembled, contrasting with his scarlet-tinted eyes of severe intensity. They, unlike his physique, remained still and locked on their owner's focus. "You shall be forever useless," he uttered cruelly, his fleshy lips parting briefly to speak each, emphasized word with a cold tone, "You wished to see my clan's skill? You wish to earn it, as I have?"

The eldest Harukean cackled wildly, his pearl-like teeth, each a protrusion of bone sharper and more violent than the last, flashing into existence for a second or two. As if to conclude his mocking statement, a set of several, nigh-uncountable orbules spawned atop each tendril's pointed end, sparkling with grape-purple energy that resonated silence. The room, despite its large size, was filled with a potent sense of fear and anxiety, accompanied by chilling gusts of wind, all funneling into the Death magi's conjured spheres. His laugher continued without end, the balls of unearthly essence growing ever larger and denser.

Ulrik had chosen the wrong person to idolize.
(Eutan Haruke)
The beast was on his way out... untill... the man seemed to lose control over himself... A small huff was made, as the beast simply watches... Finding no reason in interfering, the boy had made a mistake... a grave mistake, that would most likely cost him his life, something the beast was not so foolish to do... A small grumble came from him.... jealousy? A touch. The man's power was earth shaking... rivaling even the being he felt in Alteros... The Yokai, with power so great... the earth shook beneath him...

Demergo. That thing, was not normal... and he knew so. But the power resonating from the demonic being... it was almost the same as the man before him... Such emense waves of energy... And the tendrils, they looked, wrong... No more than wrong... Sickly. As if, they'd kill with a single touch... Enough to send a small chill down the beast's spine... It was the first time, he'd seen something that would dare cause him fear. Even in the face of Demergo... had he stood without an ounce of the pathetic emotion...

But now, it felt so real. He'd push it aside, there was no point in clinging to such a useless emotion... As he overcame the feeling, he stares at the being, keeping his fires bright, and proud. He'd fight if he had to, but for now... It'd be a simple waiting game, waiting, and watching... for the fate of the young boy. It'd be a shame if the child would die... But nothing the beast couldn't forget. He disliked the being, and felt no sympothy... As he faced such a terrofying creature...

It was a learning curb.... Watching the being laugh, his power pulsing outwards in droves, surging through his own being... It was horribly off, not normal, almost unlike any occult powers he'd felt before... yet... it felt the same, as the serpent witch... The sin user... the one who'd follow the path of lust, they were the same, the same type of laugh, of seering power... It was exactly the same, and he knew it... Such a being, burning with horrid power...

No matter the situation... it was exactly the same.... "Such power... such raw power... is this the strength I strive for...? It feels.... horrid... sickening... that stench... the horrid feeling... yes.... he is just as the serpent witch... Even if he claims no sin... his power... it rivals even the greatest of beings..." His own thoughts continue to race, dancing about... so many things to think about, so many things to see, as the raging insane Haruke, takes his own might, onto the young boy...

Much could be learned, so much. And so little time to do it....
(Ja'ido)
Ulrik... had never felt such fear in all his life. Eutan... was horrifyingly powerful, beyond imagine. Ulrik was trembling in fear, his little fists clenched up together while shaking in fear. However, even as overwhelmed as he was with the aura and strong sense of occult power and mastery Eutan gave off, his aura was still on. It was on and was beggining to rise, Ulrik trying to show off the fanciest aura he could muster up.

He wasn't going to back down to him, no matter how much he flashed his magic. The outcome was something Ulrik already knew was highly likely as Eutan was not the kind of person to put a knife to your throat then drop it and say he was joking around.

Ulrik rose his head up at Eutan, his eyes full of anger and hate and rage. Fear showed in them too, let that not be forgotten he was scared beyond all means of reason, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from showing Eutan he had some balls and a will to fight for his life like any cornered animal.

He'd snap back at him, saying with confidence what he thought, tears beggining to well up in the corner of his eyes.

"I'm not useless! I'll do whatever it takes to prove that you!"

A part of him felt the exact opposite of what he was saying. He kept speaking to himself, putting himself down while he kept trying to fight what he told himself.

'Eutan said your useless... your weak... he'll never notice you.'

'You can't even beat Mister Fire Kitty anymore - how are you going to beat Eutan?'

'Your going to die...'

The tears streamed down his cheeks, his anger seeming to fill an endless gauge. His veins began to pop out from the corner of his forehead as he began to push as hard as he could. This couldn't have been all that he could dish out, right? He had Haruke blood in him! He had to be able too be stronger! He had too!

Ulrik wanted to unleash Lyperion Utovex like Eutan did. He wanted to make those tendrils of his that hat shown themselves briefly to come out and whip Eutan's tendrils out of his face. He shouted out at him once more, still seething in a mix of sadness and rage.

"I AM GOING TO BE ABLE AND GET THOSE TENDRILS! THEY'RE GOING TO BE /MINE/ I SWEAR IIIT!"
(Ulrik Haruke)
His form descended upon the given opponent instantly, a flurry of violet-yellow, brownish, fluidic material flowing from the back of his shroud and beyond. It shone with a wild essence like to that which composed the stellar entities above, and Ulrik's so-called 'Aaron,' threatening to tear apart even the strongest of Eutan's garments. His cast-iron helm shook with a trembling power completely unfitting of such a weak foe, as unfortunate as such a fact was. The duel was instant, practically, and served well to boost the confidence of the elder Harukean. Each of his strikes landed nigh-ideally, and the adolescent figure of the younger of the pair was bombarded endlessly with a roaring fury of spell after spell.

Eutan's ravaging proceeded for a mere few seconds, every one of the lesser individual's energetic offensives simply absorbed by the Death-strengthened hide of the man's armor. Upon Ulrik's fall, Eutan failed to realize, and his onslaught continued for another set of moments, soon to die by the forces of time alone and naught more. The depravity-cloaked man was, as was evident, ravenous. His every thought was a rampage of exceedingly-potent bloodlust, so much so that his very halting alone was nigh-impossible. It took his full force to slow the emission of his blows to a stopping point, and even more of an effort was required to injure his power any further.

Both of his paled palms reached upwards to grasp his headgear, and he whined loudly, screaming with an abundance of volume. Blood-stained eyes containing scarlet-tainted irises shook, much unlike the stillness they had presented initially. Eutan was visibly suffering to such an extent that he found standing to be difficult, let alone continuing the fight. The notion of not killing a villainous antagonist such as Ulrik seemed inherently absurd, but... it was irresistable, regardless of what connections the man had with the boy. He dropped to his hands and knees harshly, the impact of his translucent aura and solidified tendrils enough to crack the floor below into a shattered mess of rocky dust.

Eutan, pitiable in his current state yet somehow still alien-like in his superhuman ability, crawled to his apprentice or disciple, of sorts, approaching with unfitting speed. His shuffling appendages marched with a noticeable struggle, barely managing a few feet, let alone numerous yards. Nevertheless, the demonic will that had overcome its host won over control, and exhaustion became a concept of the past. If there was any one word to describe the instability-laden man, it'd have to be monstrous. Upon enclosing the distance between the pair, Eutan brought up a tentacle subconsciously, allowing his hidden visage to droop over the younger's.

Crimson pupils gazed with space-like essence, seemingly forever-lasting in their extreme depth. "You're... You'll... Pay... Punish...", he mumbled, subconsciously hurrying along the arrival of his extension. It wrapped about his figure tightly, squeezing to breach the boundary of Ulrik's headband and tear it aside. Eutan was truly a creature -- a beast -- in his gory desires and, with haste, a large symbol was carved permanently into the boy's forehead. It was the mark of the Seers, arcs of lightning extending outwards from a central circle, of sorts, and threatening to curve and split directly into the child's innards themselves. Blood seeped from the specific wound, only to be sapped up by the blackened, void-like limb of Lyperion Utovex.

He cackled wildly, obviously brought back to some other event as a result of his vile doings. He pushed himself from the adolescent and shakily stood, his knees quaking and wobbling. Whatever had overtaken his mind passed, as did his pair of auras and the extensive tendrils of darkness. He looked... aloof, as if neglecting to speak or do anything; as if doing everything he could to restrict himself. It was hints of humanity clinging to his mentality that saved him from a total descent, but the two times that such an outcome had occurred were leading to... worsened states. After this, it was unlikely that Eutan would be able to restrain himself again, if ever at all.
(Eutan Haruke)
Ulrik fell to the onslaught of spell and tendril as he battled his idol, alone, and with out any form of help of any being watching. He still had his fists clenched tightly together as he quaked in anger and fear, his body having failed him and stopped moving after he had reached his damage intake limit... and entered a state of shock.

He felt just as useless as Eutan had said he was - though, something that caught him off gaurd was the state he had entered during the fight. The absolute sinicle state he had shifted into... it was horrendous to watch. Ulrik watched in horror as he got closer and closer towards him, crawling as such unatural speeds with those tendrils out on the floor, dragging themselves behind him.

There were no words he could speak. He simply watched, his puffy red eyes looking into his blood-shot gaze. He had the look of a complete and total monster. His teeth clattered and a yell of pure agony escaped his maw as Eutan engraved that marking into his forehead. He could feel the blood rushing out from his forehead and the tendrils engrave the marking into him.

He felt like he had just been branded apart of Mormegil's property. He couldn't even cry anymore due to the excrutiating pain. Though... what hurt him most you might ask? What could possibly hurt him more than the excrutiating pain he was enduring now? Well... the fact that... the person he looked up to as a father... had just hurt him far worse than any other person had in the past. This past a father disciplining his child... it was abuse to Ulrik, and he knew it.

Just recovering through rage and anger of what he saw in his dream, and coming back to this cruel reality... it was... to much-- and there was no way for Ulrik to let it all out. Ulrik's body went limp after the engravement on his forehead had been done, him now staring up at the ceiling once again. His heart felt like it was stopping, while his occult and cosmic aura's continued to flare even though he felt completely drained.

The stardust that spawned around him helped... not to mention the boosted mana regeneration from his cosmic aura, though... that soon faded too... and then there was just Ulrik watching the ceiling above, another wave of dead silence coming from him.

A last tear fell down his cheek, his star clapping and speaking to him inside of his mind about how much of a show this was. He hated Aaron. He hated Ja'ido... he hated Eutan. He hated... everything and everyone at the moment... was nothing but someone to hate and dispise. No one cared for Ulrik... he was but a boy against a world he could not handle alone...

...Screw it all...
(Ulrik Haruke)