The Tension of the Unfulfilled Urge

[Lemon]

Horrible things happen at night, when the moon is new and the sun has dipped below the horizon. Daemons emerge to terrify, rape, murder, and ruin the lives of countless souls caught in their path. The earth trembles in homage to the night's deviations, the forests covet them like lost treasures and civilization holds its breath in anticipation. Life ends in the night; worlds change and crumble, but all the world knows the fear of a night gone awry. Catastrophes unparalleled and unchallenged, however, happen only during the most pleasant of days.

A limp husk of tissue hung suspended from the splinters of what was once a table, now an obstacle laying in the street and covered in human remains--the rich oak cast from its usual home by violent force and very much against its owner's wishes. The sun, a forgotten visitor from happier times before The End, shone once more on this town ruin unimpeded by a single nimbus, its pure rays reflecting the taint of crimson now adorning the rubble and thatch. Death had come to this place too late, some other force beating him to his work and making a terrible mess of things.

A shape resolved from the deep shadows within the surrounding forest. Two legs paced drunkenly toward the town, confused and alone. A single black arm shot out from the central cylinder as it stumbled over a broken body, ten undefinable fingers sinking into congealed red upon the side of a fruit-vendor's stall. It walked deeper into the destruction, almost following the same path as the shadows before him which tore the place apart, but the strain was far too much. The human shadow made it nearly all the way from one end of the town to the other, trembling and collapsing before it could finish its route. A creaking breath leaked from the things lips before it curled in on itself and ceased moving forever, its destruction of the town complete. As its life faded away and the warmth left its body, so too did the pitch black which obscured the young man's features. Clothes resembling the same style as many of the other deceased townspeople emerged from the dark haze; facial features and blue eyes so clearly more like his mother's than his father's resolved from beneath the gloom. In truth he resembled neither now, each parent reduced to gory pulp in their modest home, done in by the hands of their crazed, now dead, son.

A similarly human-shaped darkness watched the boy die in silence from beneath the awning of a small shoppe, its carmine eyes smoldering in disapproval. She recorded everything in her mind, making a point to focus on every detail both physical and unseen, knowing the trial's failure would need to be picked apart if the next one was to succeed. Still, she sighed before turning around and disappearing into the thick noon air, murmuring to herself, "He's not going to be happy about this..."

((Uhm... just needed to write something. If anyone wants to like... rp anything relating to this or the next trial or something >.> go ahead and post, lol. <3))

[Shin]

Darkness. That's all their was, pure and impenetrable darkness. There was no feeling, no sense of oneself or ones surroundings. Nothing moved, there was no sound, no smell and no sense of touch.

Am I dead?

He willed himself to move. Nothing. Fear gripped the boy at first, the fear of the unknown.

Why can't I feel my legs?

He began to panic, the weight of the world was pushing down on him. He took a deep breath in, coughing violently as his body jerked violently in response. Pain. It was the first thing he felt as he the darkness began to give way to a dim light. His breath came in short shallow gasps, he was suffocating.

What happened?

He willed himself to move again. Feeling the sensation in his arms return he began to move them, trying to find a way up..to move. With everything he could muster he pushed up, nothing at first. He tried again, his lungs burning, his body trembling for oxygen.

It moved, only a inch or two. But it moved.

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The home was nothing but rubble, the wood building had collapsed in on it self and with parts of it in flame it was hard to imagine that anything survived. But something moved, from the outside a support beam raised a inch, if that, and was slid to the side.

A finger peaked out from the darkness, searching for something to grab on to. As it found an edge who was ever pushed again and again the support beam slid, moving with it some rubble and other beams that had collapsed on it. Minutes passed, but eventually an arm protruded out from the carnage. Followed later by another, and finally the boy pulled himself out of the wreckage.

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Devon could barely breath, his ribs were broke, his head had a large gash in it where the beam had struck him. He sat now, on the dirt, outside of what was once his home. One hand held over his side, his body leaning to the left and his vision still blurry. He couldn't make out anything but the most basic of shapes.

It took a moment, but tears began to stream down his face. Everyone was dead. Nothing was left. There was no sound. Devon sat there, crying silently. What had happened, why was him home attacked, what could have he done to deserve this?

Silently he sat there, the fifteen year old boy, crying shedding tears for his mom and his dad, his friends .... everyone was gone. It struck him, he was all alone.