Awakening: Chaos Spills Forth

Arrival
Naraka. A place so terrible that not a single soul who dared venture near ever left intact, if at all. It was here that a secret slumbered, a secret that would establish itself in the subconcious of all men and women of every time period since its incarnation. Only a madman would dare penetrate the depths of chaos.

Rei Mokuzai, the host of Beelzebub , was such a madman. A shadow, dressed in all black, he walked with purpose. Armed with nothing more than his wits, magic and a deadly sword, the former criminal sought to enter the forsaken grounds and plumb its depths for a treasure beyond comprehension, the remaining seven Demon Lords, who slept contentedly in their stone prisons, only waking for brief periods to thrash about and to seek freedom.

The sky above him turned gently from blue to red, as if some giant being had bled over the heavens themselves. At least by that, he dared to assume he had been on the right track. Through the crimson sky and the sparse clouds above, the Sun's light was weaker than it had been elsewhere. Probably due to the magic that lingers in the air, Rei assumed as his gaze turned skyward. He enjoyed the weakened light, which until recently had been far more harsh on his body, almost wanting to reducing him to ash for the attempted blasphemy he would commit by nearing the damned ground which bore the name Naraka.

After another ten minutes of walking, the ground had become more unstable, large gouges sundered the earth, rocks jutted upwards haphazardly and in some places, even solid ground seemed to be little more than loose dirt that looked ready to collapse under his weight, not that he would fall. With Beelzebub's powers at his disposal, the Seller could simply walk over any gap, at the cost of nearly losing his own sanity to the devil within. To progress forward, he clambered over the largest possible rocks he could.

One particualr rock had shifted under his weight, collapsing, heading straight for one of the massive splits in the ground, trying to take the man with it. Waiting to see how far he would need to jump, Rei balked. The chasm looked rather large from his position. He estimated a good twenty, thirty yards, minimum. Below, he knew there was only death, and to try and run along the falling stone’s face to the safety of the cliff it now fell over was suicidal.

Despite his demonic advantage, Rei knew the fear of falling as much as knew the fear of dying at swordpoint. If Beelzebub had any inkling of being uncooperative, it could spell disaster, as would just standing around. Mustering up his will, he opened the corrupted floodgates of power that lied within his own soul and began to pull and tug on the devilish power inside him, willing the monstrous Beelzebub to empower him, to give him control of the winds, the power to walk where no mortal could.

In a brief moment, Rei went from being in danger of death to floating as if gravity held no sway over him. For that, he was thankful. Walking forward, as he had been doing, he watched as ripples formed under his feet, a translucent green wave that he knew so well and even felt a measure of comfort from.