@fiendt ... a garden of illicit mushrooms. // sc!!
it is a painful existence, this one. ever since he can remember, he has lived with the pain of not knowing who he was supposed to be, what he was destined to be, and how he was supposed to be built. having once had no skin and no eyes, he had truly been cursed from birth. but that birthed within him a fire unlike any other. the child wants to live, a resounding cry was heard throughout the streets of hole when he was found. it was a difficult life, but such was the case for anyone that had been cursed to live their existences in the depths of hole. no matter where they went, they would constantly be at the mercy of the vicious sorcerers - those who had been blessed with powers beyond humanity's wildest dreams. he had always believed that a sorcerer had been responsible... though he could not remember who. or even what. his situation must have seemed familiar to those who were aware of a certain lizard-headed man, but it was not that he had amnesia. it was that he knew something was always wrong, that magic had been his undoing.
and yet, felt a familiarity with it all the same. the half-breed, he was called, and he would get to the bottom of it. but for now... something more pressing was at hand. a bit of an incident he had gotten wrapped up in, as a matter of fact.
he hadn't caught their names. one was frighteningly fast, strong, quick enough to block one of his blades; while the other was simply a defensive wall that could not be penetrated, yet hid within her a white aura that purified everything that it touched if it so chose. he could make out all of this and more as he fought with them - those that had gotten in his way of one of his finds. a sorcerer that seemed to be inextricably linked to these two, one that had a green arm attached to his shoulder - the color being just like his own aura of course. he was still blind, after all. it was detrimental to him, but he was damned if he was going to let it affect his search.
a shame that he was caught, then - but not killed, which did genuinely surprise him as he was taken to a place that smelled of moss, rot, and a thin perfume that seemed to have been sprayed over it to maintain some sense of decorum. of normality. but there was still a hint of rot that could be detected by the average person, so that they could be aware that this place, this mansion, this palace was an area of danger - and it was unknown territory they were stepping in, and though it was beautiful, it was best to keep one's back straight in the presence of the god of rot.
...though, this metaphorical explanation was far beyond him at the moment. he could only get a sense of it, it was only a feeling to him, as he was taken there. but why had he been kept alive? did he have some use to these sorcerers that he was unaware of? maybe it was because he was able to land a blow or two on those giants - their auras were undoubtedly sorcerer, but they carried with themselves something more. the stench of blood that was constantly fresh. it was revolting. he wrinkled his nose with every step that they took. and yet... somehow, he'd managed. but it was for nothing, in the end.
and so... by the time he had processed all of this, he was thrown to the ground in front of someone. a terrifying presence. red and purple - the sign of something truly terrifying. hyakkimaru's brow furrows, and though he tries to grab at his arm to tear it off - revealing the blade inside - those hulking masses hold him in place. he may have some kind of power himself, but he is still not in control of it just yet. though he can kick and scream, he does not - he growls. it's inhuman. but he does not notice it.
he fixates on that presence. that being of ultimate rot. and if hyakkimaru could see, he would be able to make out the spiky red-haired men with a mask that appeared skinless, teeth portruding. the image of that god would come to mind. and, no doubt, he would appear a demon.
" ...why? me? you... did you take them? they... are mine! "
