Chaos 11

[23:59] As Eniel came back into his church the words of both Arthur Rowan and Sors Ultovex still fresh on his mind, Of how he could improve his power both claimed what he lacked was hatred...Hatred of all things? The one thing that filled is body and spurred his anger the very thing that made his every action he did worth it....He knew exactly why he lacked it...

He lacked the appreciation of the pain he felt the anger and violence that swelled within him he remembered the day he and his brother first met...how they promised each other they would help worship of each others gods and how Ferus lied to him....and instead slacked off until his eventual death...How could he be such an imbecile...he wasn't supposed to die...he was supposed to live and work until he died for Eniel's own goals and not having him around made his anger grow even more.

A scream of anger and passion erupted from his throat as he came into his church already flooding his body with emotions control of his arcane magics? Why...why did he always strive for control...what would it bring to him...no he wanted to let it free to let it all go...how long had he been storing this power only to keep it within himself the hatred he had within his soul could not be conquered it was not somethin he needed to control...no it was the very to become a conquered that he delve into such magics...

Almost as if in response to his feelings the Grimoire of the Chaotic one appeared before him, The Glorious book began to glow an Ethereal cosmic magics through his rage he could see once more who his enemies were... The Angels the divines...the lifestream all of his enemies wanted nothing more than to see him dead and yet how could he remain so calm and collected? Why did he force himself to suppress his frustrations no he would not allow for this to be the case.

As he screamed he flowed through the power of the arcane aiming it towards the book as it showed him image after image of Angels and Gehennans and the suspected demons who killed both his brother and best friend...
(Eniel Daigal)
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[00:09] Eniel's rage would only increase his wrath, his want for vengeance why did he keep it suppressed? Syracuse...he had told him to suppress himself...to keep the activities of the cult to a minor degree...and what did he do? He went straight towards his death...he was a selfish and almighty asshole...He didn't care for Belial, He didn't care for the Cult no he only cared for some dumb vampire bitch who deserved what she had coming to her.

His hatred flared even more no longer seeing a line between friend or foes but instead he saw targets...Chaotic manifestations of his hatred began to take shape as crimson cosmic mana only flowed around him increasing his insanity pooling his hatred into a single place for him to focus on.

His screams filled the church as he held his head his body hurting from building up so much hatred for those who abandoned him, all that hurt...all that anguish and sorrow he felt for the situations he was being placed in he threw it, All of it...no he wouldn't suffer alone...he wouldn't be the only person in this world who had to suffer.

His mind came to a clairy remembering Sors and Arthur's words in tadem. " Make the world feel your pain." He rose his hand up and made his palm face the Grimoire." Make your pain your weapon...Make your hatred your power....and i'll make my anguish my sword." His eyes were bloodshot his blue puplis were beginning to dilate having been entranced in the thralls of a panic, The Grimoire only forcing more and more of his pain to resonate upon itself forcing him to fall deeper into corruption...liberating him from the lifestream was its only goal...a goal that became Eniel's completely.

" I hate it...I hate everything...I want everyone to feel how I do...I want everyone to feel the pain I feel...I want everyone to suffer..." His force pressed down upon the book like sharp needles piercing into the lifestream it drew for his suffering and turned it into a blade A quick strike would erupt forth a blast of arcane hatred that manifested from the Young Exarch..Knocking straight into the book Blowing it back a few meters.how many years has he suffered....at the hands of Oscuri...at the hands of Gehennans and now demons...at the hand of Angel's Demi angels Kraus Azrael...he had to suffer and endure so quietly for so long...pretending to be perfect pretending to be able to handle it all wihen in truth his sanity was spiraling each day.
(Eniel Daigal)
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[00:21] Eniel's fury continued he couldn't hold himself back anymore he didn't want to...he wanted to make everything around him suffer...the church was blasted with the immense force. He allowed it to linger upon him wearing his hatred like a mantled cloak around his body moving it touching it allowing for it to consume his every thought and action...He wanted to reach out and rip the throats of Syracuse and Ferus to kill them again and again himself for how they disrespected his goals.

"How could they do that? how dared they die....all this trauma...and to leave me with nothing...to leave me with no one...how dared they!!!!" His screams filled the chapel with his violence blowing apart windows and throwing his fury as manifested bolts of Arcane Telekinesis... He hated it all he hated it just so much...but was his hatred enough? It was damn it..

All his enemies...all his allies...all his friends and family were being slaughtered and he was not adequate enough to do anything...but what could he do? he could hate them all...his allies for being too weak...His enemies for being too strong, Himself for being far too involved in his own duties that he couldn't kill the people who did all this to him...

He could feel it, He could sense it...the hatred that burned in his body like lightning eating him alive from the inside out....a lightning that burned in the pit of his stomach and scratched its way all throughout his core. Ripping him from the inside out. This was his hatred...this was the true form of his malice.

As he swung open the doors of the church and lead himself out towards the snow covered peeks where he'd see the Daemon's crawling upon the grounds...it didn't take long he clutched them...almost manifesting a claw of his arcane fury that pulsated through the area ripping open the daemons that slept there violating anyone or anything that crossed his path...He hated it all...

Eniel couldn't understand...but one thing he did know for certain his control of the arcane was never control...and perhaps would never be controlled the way he utilized the power of the arcane was to invoke the same hatred...the same flood of vile horror he felt each day upon his foe...and to rush them with such overwhelming force that it forces them to their knees.

He continued practicing on the Lupin crushing them smashing them ripping them to pieces with blasts of telekinesis...He just wanted to manifest his pain...his hatred upon someone else..for them to feel how he felt even if but for a moment...despite how he wanted this nothing satisfied his lust to watch another scream in pain...nothing quenched that feeling...and as a result he felt empty. His screams no longer needed to channel such hatred...he instead could focus it and release it just as his master and Lord Rowan told him to...this is not a power of magical proportions this was merely the manifestation and flow of pure chaos the hatred that festered in his heart was the source of it...and now for once he understood how to utilize this...effectively.

(Eniel Daigal)