Blood from Stone (Meta-Morph/Open)

[InZanety]

A statue, holding a great and powerful entity, stood in a shrine above the mines. The stars over Alaska shines differently here, for this shrine holds a dormant Archway that could send anyone to any dimension at anytime, if they knew how to use it.

Sin Incarnate, the original holder and summoner of the Seven Deadly Sins, stood there in his stone prison. He relives his memories of the Beta Test in this prison the Administrators of Ymaggion put him in, doomed to go on forever until his Sins are returned to him...

[Morph]

The burst of power he had delivered had evaporated all traces of the great monsters he had been combating, but he had not been aware that it had led to something unanticipated, something that had effectively made him comatose, and officially inexistent: a condition worse than death, or perhaps more pleasant, for in death one still experienced things, and in true oblivion where nothing exists none experiences a thing, and none does not realise it exists.

The dark one, the carrier of the title of Prime Mirror-Me walked through the dark tunnels of the mines, thankful that her eyes had been adapted to the darkness to allow a certain degree of sight. A wicked blade was strapped across her back, and a smaller one was in the sheath at her side, one with a long hilt. Her armour gleamed, or it would have, were it not so dark. It gleamed with an inner energy, a dark energy that causes no light, but causes light to eat itself and become a shadow that empowers itself in its own darkness. Meta was her name, daughter of Xastra was she called, and once revered by a tribe of otherworldly beings as their leader. She did not dwell on such thoughts, however, although they saddened her some each time she thought them, for thinking about the past meant to realise it was not the present, and she was leader no more, and had lost the powers she had once had, locked in a fleshy prison.

She did not realise herself what fleshy prison it exactly was, however. She thought more of herself as that, considering the power she had once had. As she was, she felt little like she used to be. She felt weak, the world felt weak, it felt different, it felt... peaceful. It was not dark, this world. It was not filled with horrors as the other was, not filled with great dark presences like the Seven Beasts or those of her father, brother and those she had once allied with. She thought she might once again ally herself with them, if only they still existed, still drew breath, still had power...

A gauntleted fist of bloody red smashed against the rocky walls of the tunnels and made a nearby pillar of wood tremble and dust stir. Her head was down, her hair falling beside her face. A curse escaped her lips. Why did she have to appear in such a dark place, so far away from the free reaches of the Earth? Why did such an awful thing have to happen at a time where her power had dwindled so greatly, without her ever knowing why or how, or when it had been taken from her? It was unfair. It was just so god-be-darned-twice-and-the-devil-for-third unfair.

[InZanety]

Sin's statue started to glow as Meta grew nearer. The brighter the glow, the more the memories became like dreams for Sin. This glow also gave off a presence throughout the mines, one all too familiar for Meta. Sin, was in fact, subconciously calling for help.

[Morph]

Something pulled at her soul, a presence all too familiar to Meta. It was as if a part of herself was in the presence, or as if the presence had been a part of herself once. It was powerful, this presence, and alien. Only one could give off such presence. Only one of her old allies in war was of this kind.

For a moment, strange feelings took over her mind. Gluttony, lust and rage and more, and then the influence was over again, but the presence was still there, still strong. Meta started walking into the direction she felt the presence the strongest.

After walking for a distance, Meta noticed a glow ahead of her. When she came closer to it, she felt that the glow was part of the strong presence, and resonating along with it. The glow came from a statue, hewed from the roughest stone into a somewhat familiar shape. She stopped immediately once she noticed it.

"Sin." She muttered the name, no emotion in her voice it was most like a statement.

[InZanety]

A few moments right after Meta said the name, the glow from the statue became a blinding bright light. When the light died down, Sin Incarnate could be seen standing on the base of what used to be a statue. He wobbled a little bit, then fell over.

There were a few new features about him, a couple of them troubling: He had 7 black orbs implanted in his chest each with a gray symbol representing the 7 Sins. Another one is that he didn't have his creepy smile on, but he wasn't frowning. It was like he had a dazed look on his face with his eyes closed, he was even drooling a little bit. His mind was lost, lost to point where he had passed insanity...

[Morph]

Meta's upper lip was drawn back in disgust as she watch a dribble of spit crawl down Sin's cheek. "Ugh." She turned her head away from him for a moment, before she started to walk towards the body. She softly kicked against his side, and when no reaction came, she dug her foot below his body and with a push she tried to roll his body over so that his face would be down in the dusty gravel that covered the floor of the mines.

"Are you going to stay like that, or are you actually going to get some consciousness back and pull your ass together?" The Mirror-Me muttered. She thought of rolling him over again and investigate the orbs she had seen in his chest--had he had those before?--but decided against it, awaiting a reaction. She hoped that the warrior from the pitchblack nightmares had not fallen so low as to be like an ordinary man, or worse.

[InZanety]

Suddenly, a Shade sent by the Nightmare God appeared.

First... find his... Mind... Then... regain Sins... Holy water... is conciousness.... Still able... walk... with support.... Please... help my son.... I cannot...

Then the Shade dissapated into nothing...

[Morph]

(OOC: If you want to tell me to get into that Bunker thread then no, not gonna do it. Too many people are already in there, and I am not about to make it more chaotic.)

[InZanety]

(OOC: I edited my 3rd post a tad at the end of it. I also deleted my posts in the Bunker thread. They weren't getting any replies anyway.)