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GarthNixZozo
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Ashkara had been a young little thing, only two years old, when her parents gave her away to Them, the scientists and magic users who would blend the DNA of an able bodied human who could conjure a substance -be it Darkness, Electricity, the Dead, Water, etc.- and bend it to their will, along with that of a Demon. There were many possible outcomes to such a defiance to the natural way, normally ending in death or incurable madness, or other less notable variants that would still remain equally dangerous. Just beneath the surface. Her case was no different and, although she has lived all the way up to her early adulthood so far, her mind was forever cut into a state of omnipresent fragility. Despite this, They found her abilities reaching all expectations and with much psychiatric help, they found ways of bending her will into becoming their own, using nothing less than brainwashing and classical conditioning.
A young woman of nearly twenty sat alone within a white room, atop a pristine, white swivel chair with one leg folded, resting over the other, staring up at a blank screen. One of her feet tapped against the air to some unheard tune that the cameras and recorders could not pick up on, black, knee high boots occasionally changing rhythm as the sounds either picked up the tempo or slowed down to being almost non-existent.
They were watching her, she knew, they were always watching her when they thought she wasn't listening, her only times of privacy being during her assignments where the cameras couldn't venture without the demonic energies bursting them into balls of metal fire or spontaneously imploding. That was why she needed to be Their eyes and, more recently, Their weapon. Humans, other magic users, demons, hybrids and even the rare Organization run-away, had begun to, for unknown reasons, take up residence in the forbidden lands of Africa, away from their lives of 'safety'. The more ludacris beings would even head off to the Daemon Realm, a place she could not recall having ever been to, but which They would assure her that she had been to many times before in her youth.
A male face finally appeared on the screen, staring back at her until she looked away defeatedly, a lock of thick green hair shielding one of her eyes from his gaze. Satisfied with the recognition of his authority, the male informed her of their most recently needed task, the elimination of a certain other male. A liability. For what reasons were not stated, but she was used to limited amounts of information being leaked to her. She was a liability in herself, and they all knew it, just so long as she could prove her worth though, others like herself would not be sent out to end her life. After a nod of understanding at his orders, the screen again went blank and Ashkara stood from her chair, the dull thud of her flat heels against the solid floor the only sound in the room as she walked through a newly opened door in the wall.
A young woman of nearly twenty sat alone within a white room, atop a pristine, white swivel chair with one leg folded, resting over the other, staring up at a blank screen. One of her feet tapped against the air to some unheard tune that the cameras and recorders could not pick up on, black, knee high boots occasionally changing rhythm as the sounds either picked up the tempo or slowed down to being almost non-existent.
They were watching her, she knew, they were always watching her when they thought she wasn't listening, her only times of privacy being during her assignments where the cameras couldn't venture without the demonic energies bursting them into balls of metal fire or spontaneously imploding. That was why she needed to be Their eyes and, more recently, Their weapon. Humans, other magic users, demons, hybrids and even the rare Organization run-away, had begun to, for unknown reasons, take up residence in the forbidden lands of Africa, away from their lives of 'safety'. The more ludacris beings would even head off to the Daemon Realm, a place she could not recall having ever been to, but which They would assure her that she had been to many times before in her youth.
A male face finally appeared on the screen, staring back at her until she looked away defeatedly, a lock of thick green hair shielding one of her eyes from his gaze. Satisfied with the recognition of his authority, the male informed her of their most recently needed task, the elimination of a certain other male. A liability. For what reasons were not stated, but she was used to limited amounts of information being leaked to her. She was a liability in herself, and they all knew it, just so long as she could prove her worth though, others like herself would not be sent out to end her life. After a nod of understanding at his orders, the screen again went blank and Ashkara stood from her chair, the dull thud of her flat heels against the solid floor the only sound in the room as she walked through a newly opened door in the wall.