As time progressed after that whole fiasco with the Djinn attacking the village, Kagai's mind had slowly been deteriorating. This beast, this Djinn, had cast him away as if he was trash, as if he wasn't the chosen paragon of Lord Kojin, as if he was not backed by the one true God of the purifying flames.
Kagai had locked himself away within his apartment, not bothering to leave, even when he had ran out of food almost a week ago, he refused to step outside. His body seemed to be withering away, and he was in a shambles. Ever since that day, something had gave away within the confines of his mind, and in the silence, he could hear a constant drumming....'Da da da da....Da da da da....Da da da da..." over and over again. At first he believed it was just the beat of his heart, as one does tend to become more aware of their heart beat when in dead silence, but it almost sounded like the beat of two hearts within his mind, and it was driving him mad.
He would mimic the sound at the oddest of times, tap it upon the wall or table, tap his feet to it. It was almost as if it was engraved within his subconscious, and was the main reason he had locked himself away and refused to take up any missions, even though he had been warned multiple times by now that his rent was do, and he was going to be evicted...."They can come and try..." Kagai muttered to himself, his voice low and raspy as the eviction notice within his hands became engulfed in flames. He let the paper drift slowly onto the wooden floor as he watched it turned to ash. The flames reflected off his golden-red eyes, which seemed to reflect his current state of mind. He almost wished that somebody tried to come in here and kick him out. They'd be dead before they got two feet of him, and he didn't care who it was either.
"Is this what has become of my harbinger....?" A booming, demonic voice would say, one of the only things that was able to be heard over the sound of the drumming. Kagai's eyes shot up and his eyes fixated directly in front of him, even though nothing was there but the darkness...."Have you lost your will, your pride, your faith, my angel of retribution? Did you believe there was darkness enough to hide you from my sight?!" The voice continued as sweat began to pour from the face of Kagai. His breathing had become quick and shallow, almost like he was hyperventilating. He dared not answer, half hoping that if he ignored the voice it would go away. He preferred the maddening sounds of drums over this voice.
Kagai would back away and sit down upon his couch, clutching at the sides of his head and almost pulling at his hair as he now stared down at the floor. He was trying to will it away, mind over matter, the voices and the drumming weren't real...."What use is a faithless preacher...?" Kagai would say to himself as he tugged at his hair a bit and, out of frustration, pounded his head down upon the coffee table in front of him. Other pain, coupled with the almost childish belief that he could beat the madness out of him, hoped would distract him enough to ignore it, at least for awhile, but to no avail....."A FAITHLESS PREACHER IS EVEN WORSE THAN A HEATHEN!" The voice boomed, sounding like thunder within his mind and felt as if it was echoing off every corner of his psyche.
It could be the alcohol, it could be the lack of food, but Kagai was dangling on the edge of sanity, though it could be debated if he ever was truly sane to begin with. Was he a man, dreaming his was a demon? Or a demon dreaming he was a man? Either way, he needed to find out....."What do you wish of me, my Lord?" Kagai would finally answer the voice, whom returned the sentiment with laughter..."Come to me, my angel of death..." Was all the voice would say as it began to fade, along with the drumming.
Without a second thought, Kagai jumped up from the couch, knocking the coffee table over in the process as he almost ran towards his door, grabbing an old coat of his and charging out of the door. He had no idea where he was going, or how he was going to get there, but he knew he had to get to the bottom of this, and if that meant standing face-to-face with a God, then so be it.
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WC: 794
Kagai had locked himself away within his apartment, not bothering to leave, even when he had ran out of food almost a week ago, he refused to step outside. His body seemed to be withering away, and he was in a shambles. Ever since that day, something had gave away within the confines of his mind, and in the silence, he could hear a constant drumming....'Da da da da....Da da da da....Da da da da..." over and over again. At first he believed it was just the beat of his heart, as one does tend to become more aware of their heart beat when in dead silence, but it almost sounded like the beat of two hearts within his mind, and it was driving him mad.
He would mimic the sound at the oddest of times, tap it upon the wall or table, tap his feet to it. It was almost as if it was engraved within his subconscious, and was the main reason he had locked himself away and refused to take up any missions, even though he had been warned multiple times by now that his rent was do, and he was going to be evicted...."They can come and try..." Kagai muttered to himself, his voice low and raspy as the eviction notice within his hands became engulfed in flames. He let the paper drift slowly onto the wooden floor as he watched it turned to ash. The flames reflected off his golden-red eyes, which seemed to reflect his current state of mind. He almost wished that somebody tried to come in here and kick him out. They'd be dead before they got two feet of him, and he didn't care who it was either.
"Is this what has become of my harbinger....?" A booming, demonic voice would say, one of the only things that was able to be heard over the sound of the drumming. Kagai's eyes shot up and his eyes fixated directly in front of him, even though nothing was there but the darkness...."Have you lost your will, your pride, your faith, my angel of retribution? Did you believe there was darkness enough to hide you from my sight?!" The voice continued as sweat began to pour from the face of Kagai. His breathing had become quick and shallow, almost like he was hyperventilating. He dared not answer, half hoping that if he ignored the voice it would go away. He preferred the maddening sounds of drums over this voice.
Kagai would back away and sit down upon his couch, clutching at the sides of his head and almost pulling at his hair as he now stared down at the floor. He was trying to will it away, mind over matter, the voices and the drumming weren't real...."What use is a faithless preacher...?" Kagai would say to himself as he tugged at his hair a bit and, out of frustration, pounded his head down upon the coffee table in front of him. Other pain, coupled with the almost childish belief that he could beat the madness out of him, hoped would distract him enough to ignore it, at least for awhile, but to no avail....."A FAITHLESS PREACHER IS EVEN WORSE THAN A HEATHEN!" The voice boomed, sounding like thunder within his mind and felt as if it was echoing off every corner of his psyche.
It could be the alcohol, it could be the lack of food, but Kagai was dangling on the edge of sanity, though it could be debated if he ever was truly sane to begin with. Was he a man, dreaming his was a demon? Or a demon dreaming he was a man? Either way, he needed to find out....."What do you wish of me, my Lord?" Kagai would finally answer the voice, whom returned the sentiment with laughter..."Come to me, my angel of death..." Was all the voice would say as it began to fade, along with the drumming.
Without a second thought, Kagai jumped up from the couch, knocking the coffee table over in the process as he almost ran towards his door, grabbing an old coat of his and charging out of the door. He had no idea where he was going, or how he was going to get there, but he knew he had to get to the bottom of this, and if that meant standing face-to-face with a God, then so be it.
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WC: 794