Kamui Gakupo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ilikebigbuffs) wrote2012-04-09 03:12 pm
ilikebigbuffs) wrote2012-04-09 03:12 pm
The most metaphorical demon slaying
[It was kind of refreshing, having a new subject to delve into and squeeze for all the information it had available. He had passed the subject of possession a few times during his research of curses, but never had any reason to search it further. Now, however...a friend was in danger. Week lost to crazy implanted memories or no, he'd been a very, very busy bee.
There was certainly a lot to read on the subject, so his room had become cluttered in notes again. He found, however, that most documented cases of demonic possession he had come across at later dates were instead proven to be psychological ailments instead of spiritual. This gave earlier documented cases more dubious credibility, so he wasn't sure how accurate most of his notes even were. Frustrating as it may have been, it was worth writing down and keeping among the more important notes at his writing desk.
It was dusk now, but Gakupo had already been asleep for...a few hours. He could never keep a healthy schedule when he was studying, and with how long his face had been firmly planted in a compendium he may well wake up with ink on his cheek and nose.]
There was certainly a lot to read on the subject, so his room had become cluttered in notes again. He found, however, that most documented cases of demonic possession he had come across at later dates were instead proven to be psychological ailments instead of spiritual. This gave earlier documented cases more dubious credibility, so he wasn't sure how accurate most of his notes even were. Frustrating as it may have been, it was worth writing down and keeping among the more important notes at his writing desk.
It was dusk now, but Gakupo had already been asleep for...a few hours. He could never keep a healthy schedule when he was studying, and with how long his face had been firmly planted in a compendium he may well wake up with ink on his cheek and nose.]
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Then what am I? Pitiful mortal, liar, priest of lies, if I am not of Hell, then what do you suppose I am?!
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His eyes widen at a sudden thought.]
...I think you're an illness.
this is literally his only icon that isn't smiling...
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... but there's something other than anger in his eyes, as well.
fear?]
You think... You think that I was born in this wretched body? That I am some... some... weak pitiful human?!
How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?
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Do you remember a life before him?
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he doesn't.
his eyes widen in a growing panic as he casts his mind back as far as it can go. he doesn't remember. his earliest memory is of drawing on a wall, a horrified nun scooping him up and away...
why can't he remember any further back than that?]
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His human mind, it... it must have done something to me! Dulled my senses, clouded my mind! I can't... I can't remember! Why can't I remember?!
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You...I really think you're just a different face on the same coin, here.
1/2
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after a long moment, he raises a shaking hand to put his glasses back on.]
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...Father Hiyama?
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Do you... Is it possible? Do you really believe it's possible? That he's...?
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Then I...
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If this is true, then everything I have supposed about myself is...
... I don't know.
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You know I'm still here for anything else you may need.
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Thank you. Truly, I am in your debt.
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I'm more than happy to help a friend.
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