Oras Quest.

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For a brief moment she felt empty. The man she was watching? Seemed to be enjoying the idea of this quest even though he didn't show much of it. While she felt nothing walking towards this quest. Yet, from everything she knew of her kind she should be ecstatic to the point of salivating right now! Briefly the Blood Devil pondered if maybe something was actually wrong with her, if that emptiness inside of her was real. However, any ideals of being incomplete was chased away when she reminded herself that feeling nothing towards this impending violence was a step closer to feeling disgust towards it. While her kind had been conditioned to listen or avoid before? No one had ever been conditioned to straight up despise what they were supposed to love! Maybe she could be the first. The girls chest hurt at that idea, but she couldn't comprehend why. 


Quickly he started providing her with the answers she needed, which was pleasant considering no one would truly tell her what she wanted to know these days. "If a rule benefits someone else?" she sounded like she was questioning very well knowing every single rule she was under benefited everyone around her, in the sense of she wouldn't bite anyone nor would she end up killing anyone. How did the rule protect or benefit her? She supposed it kept her from getting tranquilized or shot, but she didn't know if that counted under the sort of thing he was talking about. "I suppose the rules do protect me, as my alternative is getting tranquilized or shot." but for once she wasn't sure. People had questioned the morality of conditioning her so heavily before, sure, for heavens sake she wasn't even allowed to win at anything or exceed in grades. However, this was the first time someone had mentioned anything the way he was. "Heck, they probably gave you the gun and a surplus of the darts, so it's most beneficial for me to behave as best as possible. Or do you see this differently?" she was curious how he saw it, as she had encountered several odd perceptions on herself since coming to the academy.  


Blue optics followed the swing of his sword, nostalgic feeling as if she'd seen someone swing around a weapon before, which was impossible as she'd always been forbade from seeing fighting. It likely resembled the handling of a knife she'd seen in a cooking show. "You're right, that does make a good deal of sense. Though for context encase they failed to inform you, I'm a Blood Devil, so they could just as likely be trying to see if I break and behave violently under this quest. Someone could be watching both of us. It's weird, ever since I was enrolled they've kept on sending me to watch situations I was always taught to flee from to avoid temptation. Almost like they have no common sense." she shrugged slightly talking a few more steps so she wasn't lagging so far behind, having stuck back until she wanted to speak with him to understand this better. 

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Did someone have to know what they were missing to be oppressed? There was no way for someone like her to know something like that, she just knew too little. Nyx only truly knew that she was a good girl who followed the rules that Askel had laid out for her and never broke them, expect for occasionally getting angry. "And I suppose if there was such an artifact there it could also still be dangerous, so it is both harmful and protective as a rule." maybe the rules laid out for her happened to be something like that? It actually made a bit of sense if that was the case. Sure, she'd always to deal with this emptiness when exposed to violence, feel unfulfilled when she saw what she was missing. Yet, she was protected from being attacked herself due to being unable or unwilling to stop herself. Morally gray was a great way to put it and she agreed whole heartedly with his point that maybe things could be more than black and white. "This world sucks." she scoffed the comment out between gritted teeth, unsure why she was suddenly upset about this when she had never felt that way about it before. 


"I guess anyone who doesn't know I'm a Blood Devil would always wonder a lot about the rules regarding me." wanting to stretch her wings she extended them and started flying behind him a foot or two above the ground. Frowning when he revealed that they had provided him with the gun, she sighed slightly "You don't have to hide it than, I'm used to seeing it, I've had someone with that gun near me ever since I can remember." especially when young, her breed was notorious for loosing their cool and doing things like throwing all the cars on a city street into the buildings or favorably passerby if any came. Honestly, she didn't like the gun, it made her feel bad. "I've tried hard to be good, only ever thrown a few temper tantrums nothing worse than a normal child, but still no one cares about that, they just care that I'm a Blood Devil and I could kill them even this small." and she was indeed tiny, only three foot and five inches. 


Laughter briefly broke out when she saw the gesture he made at the sky, as if there was something up there to tell to screw off. "Everyone has the right to defend themselves, huh? That's funny cause one the rules is that I'm not allowed to hit back even if someone hits me." Of course, that was likely because she was capable of lifting a car, so she could kill someone if she slapped them too hard. "I like seeing the sword." she seemed shocked at her own statement for a moment, before shrugging it off, the sword was just new. Right? "My only teacher experience so far is one who took a blood packet when she's not a blood drinker to see what it was like. I got the rest of it." That was something she still hated herself for, because she had lost it and taken the pack without hearing if the teacher said she could have it. 

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He was quick to agree with most things uttered, contrary to the sort of person he had initially seemed to be, currently he was acting a lot like a good citizen. He said numerous things about corruption, but sometimes loved ones were the ones behind such rules! In her instance, her own father who was kind hearted enough to adopt something dangerous as herself, made the rules she followed without true questioning. Apparently, she was beginning good as well, because she was making him chuckle with their conversation which was something she didn't often encounter. Hard for someone to laugh worrying about the fact the person speaking to them was likely thinking about how their body would look dismembered. "Sharing secret plans with someone whom you didn't make them with seems to defeat the purpose of secret plans to begin with. Idiot." it was true, like trying to set up a surprise part but telling everyone at different times or with letters, eventually the subject was going to find out about their party because the secret had holes. 

"It's a good theory, but again, from what I've been told if my kind uses our mind instead of our conditioning, we just end up traveling in small armies and wiping out everything we see for no good reason and it seems perfectly logical to us. I don't understand why, but apparently very few of my kind care about receiving fatal wounds, even if we know that winning is hopeless we'll just shed as much blood as we can until we die. So under conditioning we at least have longer lives I suppose." What no one had informed her of was that while yes her kind did often sustain fatal wounds on the battlefield and 'die' from those wounds, in a way they were much like phoenix's, rising from the blood when the fire died down to continue their quest. Nyx had been sheltered by Askel in every attempt to make sure she would not turn into a typical Blood Devil or worse come into her past self. "I really do wonder why the others care so little though, a life is a precious thing." she shrugged slightly her wings moving just enough to keep her moving forward and air borne.

Her eyes widened and she stopped cold her body hitting the ground as her wings stopped completely. Had she heard him right? The tranquilizer gun was not with them, it was also presumably destroyed by his hands. This boy seemed to like tempting fate, she could come up with any logical reason that someone would tell a Blood Devil that the main method of subduing them was not present, that there was no consequence but maybe a fight for breaking conditioning. No, there was no reason he be afraid of telling her that, she was a good girl, better than the others, never going to go off in the first place. "Sorry, its a bit stunning. I've never been out without someone holding it before." not that anyone had ever needed to use it on her, because she knew how to be good. "Also, from what Askel explained to me, it's less paralyzing us and more that non lethal subjugation also serves as our punishment for going off, denying us the fight." she didn't know from experience, because they never had to use it on her, the small girl was good at bringing herself back around. 

A single scoot back was taken when she heard him turn around and dead set staring her in the face call the rule the most stupid thing he'd ever heard. "That's the first time anyone's called that one stupid." head tilting down she wondered if he was just insane or actually different. Was it possible for her to learn that without becoming one of the bad devils who had to live with the military or other blood careers? "If they found out I was training, I'd be tranquillized." finally she managed to get herself standing, hands up slightly in front of her chest turned inwards, slouching. He was serious, this man actually wanted to teach a Blood Devil to fight, after so many had taught her so hard to never raise a single claw. Looking down at her claws they suddenly seemed to feel itchy and she brushed off the idea it was because she wanted what he was offering. 

Still widened blue eyes looked at the hilt of the sword as he spoke about letting her take it for a spin, instinctually her hand extended. Between her nature as a Blood Devil and the memories she knew nothing of, it was second nature to want to touch it. Momentarily she flinched pulling back her small hand for a few moments before instinct won out over her conditioning and her tiny limb closed around the hilt. A first step she would never be able to undo. She let him convince her without hesitance, no one to fight meant no foul.

Moving slightly she'd pull the blade back towards herself holding it slightly to the side, keeping the side of her eye on it as she turned and swung it slightly a few times. It felt, she could swear it was something along the lines of nostalgia but more rising from deep within and gripping around her heart. As the seconds ticked by the discomfort of feeling like she was doing wrong faded away completely leaving only her Blood Devil nature and muscle memory from her years as a warrior. Deep inside, she felt like her stomach was churning the sensation causing her to side step, resulting in the end of that swing slicing shallow into the bark of a tree causing sap to rise up like blood would on beasts. 

For the first time, she truly and completely snapped her eyes dilating with an intense focus on the leaking sap. Within seconds she was off the ground jumping and swinging the blade again, this time going right through the tree before kicking it to cause the massive oak to begin falling away from them, rolling in the air and slicing through the opposite tree on the way down.

Hearing the thud of the first tree hitting the ground caused her body flinch and her gaze to return to normal, quickly turning fearful when she looked at both of the tree's, placing the blade back in front of Oras swiftly backing away from it. "I.. I." it had felt so good, but that was bad, all wrong, a clear internal struggle flickering across her pained features for a second. "I didn't know I had the strength behind me to do that." only seconds ago two tree's had been alive, now they were dead and she could only think of lifting her tail to her lips to suck on the blood in it, allowing that to calm her. 

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For a child of a species that was nothing beside bloodthirsty warmongers? Nyx was actually a shockingly agreeable individual when she was not made to be upset, which was a toss up to be fair. Listening to him, her mind briefly mentioned that if someone was not going to eliminate an enemy completely the first time, they should be done away with themselves. Quickly, the idea of people using words instead of actions seemed disgusting, planning a backhanded plot filled with deception, death was their punishment! Shaking her head slightly, acting as if nodding, she wondered briefly where those had come from. Sure, Nyx was used to fanaticizing about killing someone, but never something quiet as detailed as the ideology that had just burst into her brain, normally it was just senseless violence with no 'logical' reasoning deduced behind it. 

"Contract?" she laughed loudly at that comment, he thought she had a contact, there was no contractual agreement for something like her, just a slim set of laws to protect them once they had agreed to do the necessary conditioning to live in society. Nyx supposed that was a contract, but not like a typical one, and she wasn't even a typical Blood Devil she wanted- thinking she wanted blood she sipped on her tail a little more. "I'm pretty sure most of the civilized word still see's Blood Devils as wild animals." if what she heard of her own kind was true, she couldn't blame the rest of the world. How could they not produce a single devil that wasn't completely corrupted. Well with any luck she would become the first. 

Nyx seemed entirely shocked to find out that she was actually immortal. "Father never told me that." why did he leave out such an important detail about her anatomy? It mystified the young girl, knowing she could revive would have been useful information to have that greatly aided her understanding of the world. It also made sense as to why her kind were tranq'd instead of just killed, if someone killed them than they'd just come right back and keep on going. "Though apart from getting tranquilized being a punishment, it makes a lot more sense now as to why I never heard about any Devil's killed for flipping out." because they literally couldn't kill them, that was hilarious in some respect. Years, she carried a fear for death and now she was slowly wondering if that fear would wane, having now learned it just wasn't possible to kill her. "Do you know exactly how it works?" like if there were any rules where someone could keep her form reviving, not that she was planning to misbehave, but now she was so curious. 

"I think most of my kind are actually treated like animals, but I'm one of the few who cares because the others are busy being content with their simple bloodshed in military or hunter careers. Maybe training for such things. Whereas I have openly expressed I currently want to be the first Blood Devil to be something else." but she wanted to be something else because of Askel not herself, though she'd yet to realize that simple fact. "You do that, maybe you can convince them I know how to be good." she scoffed slightly, doubtful considering how little success she had doing that for years. 

He seemed to be contradicting himself considerably, saying she couldn't die than telling her that they were saying she should just die. However, she was more interested in the fact he mentioned being able to teach her to avoid harming loved ones when she lost it. Nyx was far from naïve, one day she would flip out at least once. Thus, the young girl nodded at his comment. Learning not to hurt those she loved would be beneficial.

Why was her being able to slice down full grown tree's interesting! Confusion played across her frightened face, her fingers touching the tips of one another in the downward turned gaze of her blue eyes. "I don't want to lose control like that again." she nodded unable to say the word yes to breaking the rules, hugging her own arms as she sighed.

They moved onto her name and she smiled slightly at the change of subject, considering her prior upset with the actions she had taken. "Nyx Chaotica. I honestly don't think it helps my case I mean in mythology Nyx is the night alongside being the daughter of Chaos and my last name is practically chaotic. Askel said it was that way when he adopted me." she really wished he would pick up his cell phone, but she guessed he was just having a busy work week or something like that. 

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Beating the lights out of her in a duel? Would actually probably be beneficial to the memories she was not aware of loosing, bringing more things like her sword mastery to the surface of her existence. Askel had done his best to keep the young Blood Devil away from any sort of violence or conflict... However, his motives were not pure as his adopted daughter believed them to be, instead entirely corrupted by self preservation, fear of her wrath should she recall what the truth was, he cared nothing for what actually happened to her, so long as she didn't remember enough to come after him. From the moment she began growing up here, Nyx was no better than a caged animal, without even being the slightest bit aware of it expect for occasional rising emotions and reflexes. "I'm only a person to me and you." and that was the dilemma of the situation she always faced. Even her old friends from her last school? Nyx knew would easily step to the side and let her be darted, even if she was somehow completely aware in control if the guard deemed she was acting out of line, she wasn't in the least bit of control, and sometimes that got infuriating. "I can be what I want, all I want, that doesn't change how the world is going to treat me." she shrugged the comment out, looking down at her feet for a moment. 


"He must have omitted it by accident, he had to go over a lot of things with me." for the moment, she was going to continue picking to see her adoptive father in the best light. Oh, how that would change in the future! When someone left you all alone for an extended period of time? It became much easier to see their true nature in a light they had prior kept from being shone. "I wish I had another Blood Devil to ask about it, sadly I've never run into any others. Due to not pursuing the same life plan as them." normally at her age, most devils were already in academies for the violent career of their choice, cadets getting ready to take on the military, police force, or such. "At least we're not hard to find. I guess I'll go to the military base in E'olham sometime after this, certain to be tons of my kind to ask questions to at that place." Of course, the trip would be costly so she would have to pick up more quests, which meant more exposure to violence if the academy had anything to say about it. Nyx briefly wondered if she could hold onto herself and do that at the same time, but she'd done well this far, no reason to believe she would not continue doing so. 

That was incredibly lucky, he seemed able to translate the truth of her comment without pushing her to speak words that just could not come from her rulebound throat at the moment. Staring at him with blue eyes, while a pit dug its way into her stomach, she tried to think of the best time for them to both get away with it. "Midnight? Everyone should be asleep on campus expect Mr.Ozaki who should be off grounds hunting." she was not aware of any other truly nocturnal vampires on campus, and even Mr.Ozaki only counted as partly nocturnal thanks to his job securing blood for the member's of student and facility who had to consume it. "Eh, its moreso the whole name being dark, but it's mine in the end." and she was kind of wondering why someone would name their child that, perhaps by keeping it, one day she'd come across the blood devil's who birthed and put her up for adoption, ending her in Askels care. Why hadn't they wanted her? "And it's all I have in connection to whatever two devils conceived me." she couldn't shake the feeling there was something she needed to know about her birth. If Oras ever prodded to research in response to her comment? He'd quickly find that several things were actually amiss about the young girl, namely the fact there was no birth record for someone named Nyx Chaotica and no other Blood Devils had the last name Chaotica like she did, so it was more than likely she had not been adopted legally but by someone who had the means to make an illegal adoption perfectly legal. 

As they made their way through the cave her optics kept flickering around to every skull in the room, bones crunching beneath their feet and putting this stupid grin on her face, filling her with a feeling she couldn't understand. The girl was silent for how she had been before, hands clasped together in front of her, a weird expression painting her features as if she was squirming within her own body. For some reason her chest was swelling warmly with fond emotion at the sight of such massacre, and it was disturbing as to why it would do that. Heck, she could just about see each one falling and their blood pouring out onto the ground. 

That moment, was when it became, the demon easily able to latch onto what she did not understand.

Nyx froze in place, blood leaking from the skeletons and slowly coming to form a carpet of viscera across the cavern floor. As if possessed she walked forward, hearing the blood and other assorted nastiness squish beneath her feet as some unknown force drew her forward down the hall lined with bone and bronze. When she finally reached the end? Atop a pile of skulls in a bronze throne sat large a man seemingly double her size with bone white hair and blue eyes. "Nyx." she heard her own name spoken by that man as he descended the pile of bones connected to his throne, without delay he was standing right before her a single large palm coming down to rest on her cheek fondly. In a trance like state, the young girl leaned her face into his touch, content rising within her body as if she was complete in this moment. "My devote little Nyx, I tire of this." making a small sound she looked up at him with her blue eyes shining with happiness she hadn't felt in this lifetime. "Let's runaway from all this-" he kept speaking, arms moving to embrace her, but without her memories to aid it the demon trying to defeat her willpower had screwed up. Nyx felt the pit in her stomach drop, a loud hiss emitting from her mouth as her arms which had been rising to embrace him suddenly pushed outwards. "YOU'RE NOT CHAORIS!" who was that? Nyx couldn't remember, but she knew this was not him the feeling churning in her stomach the moment he said 'runaway' screamed it at her. Within seconds the illusion was on fire and once it burned away it shattered. 

It was now she realized that the demon was staring her down, debating what to do with her, before she could even react the creature chose to throw her into the illusion Oras was having. 

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It was incredibly disorientating to be thrown into someone else's illusion, into a dream she knew nothing about and did not belong within. Only, something about walking through this landscape felt familiar, as if she was used to walking through things she knew were not real. How could that be? She'd never done anything like this before, but of course she had never seen a man named Chaoris before to her knowledge. As seconds ticked by and she observed events, the female realized that she was invisible within this illusion, likely because the demon did not want her warning Oras of whatever it was about to do. All Nyx could do for the moment was run to keep up with the moving events so she wouldn't get lost somewhere in his psyche. Was that even a thing? Part of her told her that could happen to people.

Normally she was supposed to be avoiding violence, but she was seeing an excess of it lately. Momentarily? She considered closing her eyes and covering her ears as to avoid more exposure which woke those uncomfortable feelings inside of her. Yet, she quickly realized this just wasn't possible if she wanted to keep up, she had to watch. Quickly as the seamless fighting progress, it didn't feel horrible as she had expected witness such carnage to feel. In fact, the girl found herself running alongside them even though she could interact with nothing, her body reacting on its own to perceiving that she was in the middle of a fight. Why did watching them take down a small army feel like something she had seen thousands of times before, as if it was just the appetizer for something better. Nyx wanted to see more of this, desperately, but she guessed if she stuck around with Oras eventually this would become an incredibly common sight to witness. 

Feelings churned in the illusion, but being as she was taught to remain calm as she could at all times the Blood Devil had an exceptionally limited ability to quickly process what was passing through her in this dreamscape. Everything broke down again easily enough when Oras jolted forward and stabbed the beast snapping them both out of it this time. Suddenly being back in the real world was jarring for a few seconds and it took her several to be able to move her body again this time, whereas her partner had only been subject to one the little devil had been subject to two in a row. Once she could move? Her brain went to stopping Oras from instantly killing the beast, as she needed to know the truth and unable to fight she could not make the creature tell her why it had shown her that man.

"Oras!" she rushed up alongside them, staying just out of the demons grasp to tug on the blade wielders shirt lightly, body still shaking slightly from everything. "I need to know why he put me under the illusion he placed me under." she seemed a bit desperate to be completely honest, blue eyes slightly watery as if she was in pain, which part of her was, she just couldn't remember. "I don't know the man he showed me, I don't know why he showed me that place, none of its mine." she needed to know if it was just some trick, otherwise she may be trying to figure it out forever. Little did she know, that she did know everything that desire demon had showed her, it was simply that the memories that should have been attached to the desires were completely absent as if they hadn't existed in the first place, feelings stronger than time and muscle memory left in their place. "Can you do that? Can you make him tell the truth?" she sighed slightly, backing off, if Oras couldn't do it than the demon just needed to die.