[No cost is too great, no sacrifice too extreme. Take it back. As the blood in Akira's veins begins to freeze, numbness settling like a heavy fog over his senses, that desperation becomes its own sort of strength.
Demand what you need, was it? Akira's lips curve into a smile, something jagged and broken, the look in his eyes frenzied and inhuman. He doesn't need to be told twice. Blood and ash and mud filthy him, but he doesn't care one bit. Take it back. All that matters is fixing what's been broken.
The words come to him of their own accord, but the manner in which they rip from his screaming mouth is oh so familiar. Like second nature, the words speak themselves.]
Come forth! Barbatos!
[It is not a prayer, nor an ask, not a request and certainly not a plea. It's a demand, one that stirs and bursts forth from the sea of his soul.]
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Demand what you need, was it? Akira's lips curve into a smile, something jagged and broken, the look in his eyes frenzied and inhuman. He doesn't need to be told twice. Blood and ash and mud filthy him, but he doesn't care one bit. Take it back. All that matters is fixing what's been broken.
The words come to him of their own accord, but the manner in which they rip from his screaming mouth is oh so familiar. Like second nature, the words speak themselves.]
Come forth! Barbatos!
[It is not a prayer, nor an ask, not a request and certainly not a plea. It's a demand, one that stirs and bursts forth from the sea of his soul.]