Prince of Rage

Key:
King Destroyer

Discord:
ℝ𝕖|𝕧|𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖#9990

Rank/Rare Applying For:
Hero of AspectL: Prince of Rage

Character Name:
Bishamon Iki Ryo

Character Age:
18

Roleplay Progression:
Bishamon Iki Ryo had changed since making it to the topside, this new world pushed his body from a place of serenity into wanting to commit some sins. Should he save the world or should he judge it for the sins they were committing against the Divine? Only the Divine would know what his path would cook up for him in the future. His principles started to change after his commitment to this new training was going to award him a new power. Trying to devote his full ability to his new lifestyle choices, maybe that would lose him some friends too. The way they acted always just ate at him, the images of the Divine door were so close. That heaven seemed to be stolen from him. that peace erased by the people that meant so much to him. Even the fact that Bishamon was asking for help to train himself, grew annoying.

It felt like doing the same thing to keep up with these people. Holding back his rage, he needed to figure out a way to unleash it. That was the greatest sin of Bishamon other than not fulfilling his job. Allowing other people to do what he refused, was another sin committed by the child of the Ravagers. Bishamon was not accepting who he was and maybe that was why he needed a new lifestyle. Bishamon grew tired of the fake villains, the fake heroes, the simps. Not everyone was bad, but for the ones who were bad Bishamon wanted to pop them.

People need to be redeemed and people need to be judged.

Bishamon Iki Ryo would clash with Ji, the attacks of his sword chopping into the body. Wild strikes to attack the man who was going to cut through his body. Ji took the Oni to the limit in the beginning until Bishamon activated something from his past. A thing he had not activated in the latest. Bishamon started to push his body further while dashing in again. His body blocks the attacks and slamming into the body of his opponent. Following behind Ji, he would start to smash his hands into the body moving further.

"Forgive me, Divine. For I have found myself falling into the pit that I tried to avoid. This is who I am my Lord, this is what I want to be! I miss the Rage! I shall destroy my opponent's defenses. Watch closely, I am your redeemer."

Sliding to the side going faster with his arms behind his back. He punched into his chest through an opening of his sword stance. A hand hit his chest while watching Ji get pushed back. Bishamon followed the flying man who defended himself well hitting his body with a hard attack. Avoiding more attacks, Bishamon was like a wild monster moving around.

Ji was hit again, but this time he did not stand back up. Bishamon's eyes caught that stopping on a dime quickly. While moving to a sliding position, looking at the human when he went down. He let out a sigh before kneeling, Bishamon had to go into meditation after to calm his body.

"May you accept my prayers. I apologize for my sins."

watches the fights around him bringing him into different emotions but most in the areas of madness. It felt like he was being tested by the Divine watching most of the things that were straight bullshit. Locked in a land where all they did were face villains who meant nothing but to toy with their lives. Also fighting demons who were nothing but toddlers with power who were trying to corrupt the world. Bishamon had to face that darkness, he had to face it all. The darkness was not going to consume him, no he was going to mold the rage within him. Once these people understood that he was going to be a Ravager, an Oni who made their path through the cut. He had to look himself in the mirror to truly understand the path that the Divine urged him to take. To crack the peaceful image while letting out the monster that is the rage that was inside of him.

Bishamon tried to dodge that beast while the Divine had been encouraging the beast to be let out. Encouraging the rage to be controlled by the man instead of placed under the cage. The Priest was no longer allowing the beast to be held back, HE was the first planning to not allow that to happen. No, it was the world around him that needed this type of violence and pressure. Pressing a hand into his body, he could feel the shaking of his bones. His mind was no longer lost, he had found the true Nirvana in his eyes. No longer his greatest fear, he, himself had pulled his rage from the gutter to allow his body to fuse into one beast. No longer being trapped down by being a clone of what an Oni would be.

Bishamon's body burned like when he was in magma, the body continued to seek wrath and rage. A burning that ate him up inside until a smile spread on the face of Bishamon. The creature smiled wider showing off his monstrous side, which he was not only hiding but becoming. This was no longer the regular Bishamon, he was an Oni of Rage. Anger could have been just a demon of the underground creation.

Fear no longer inhabited his body, he forced himself back while the once bright field turns into burning ashes while his eyes started burning with Wrath. He started to let his body relax while slowly letting his eyes open to the world again. He met himself in a dream world while knowing that behind the mirror was just truly him.

Though he was not visually showing anything to the eyes of his friends around him. Bishamon couldn’t see the wall in front of him or hear the voices around, they were all muted. A loud sound of rushing water around him as if he was in a lake underneath a waterfall in the middle of a war. The water started to run red with blood with dead bodies piling up around him. The path ahead would not allow him to be happy, chaos was all around him. Bishamon knew this was going to be a trial but could he truly beat evil without becoming evil himself. The water around him covered his body in blood, the liquid sticking to his clothes while he felt divine hands around his body. The sound of a knife being pulled out as it was then plunged into his body. Bishamon fell forward into the water, a shock sent through his brain as he wanted to survive. This forced his body to wake up to the real world looking around him, still stuck in the streets. A slum while the group was still trying to compete with one another. This quickly got Bishmon to his feet, just watching what his friends had devolved