He who Embraces the Dark

[Nisorin]

Here, a barren wasteland dimension on the border inside the Negative Plane, lies a field clear, for the most part, of the shattered ground the rest is covered in. Within its empty field, one man stands tall and strong even amidst the dark corruption staining the entirety of the negative dimensions. He reaches out his hand, feeling the darkness envelope it, seeping into his skin and attempting to corrupt his mind, his spirit. But this man would have none of it. Steeped in the dark his entire life, the black shroud of power could find nothing to corrupt. Instead, he reaches out to the evil, ensnaring it in his own will and drawing it deeper into him. Standing there, amidst the negative energy, a symbol of Plex' power, the man laughs. "Are you really what has tried to take the positive spectrum from us? A weak force such as yourself, that cannot even find hold in the mind of a single mortal?! Come now, Plex! Show your face to me, that we might have a proper conversation!"

[K2]

The darkness was not something one could overcome, as it was something that kept coming in brute force. It would crush all those who it came upon, bearing upon them so hard that they could not breath, so loud that they could not hear, and so frequently that it could not speak. The very pressure of the darkness would crush the man in the negative dimension. The radiation that the darkness released would fry his insides nearly instantly.

Violent storms of darkness began to pick up throughout the dimension, thrashing violently as screams of those in the positive dimension could be hear. Visions of rape, gore, blood, death, torture. In the instant that the man arrived, the darkness bore down on him, and even as it did, he would see only one thing... It was a girl, very close to the man, being raped violently by negi.

[Nisorin]

Unfortunately for Plex, Kerion was no stranger to darkness like this. Trained since he could walk to favor pathways with similar environments, he walks over to the Negi and rips one away from the girl, smirking inside as his body keeps absorbing the energy, as if feeding off of it. "I would speak with your master, boy. And seek that you refrain from cowardice such as this, though that is perhaps a matter for another time."

[K2]

However, Kerion would find that this darkness was a lot stronger than that which had attacked the planes. It was not something that could be simply absorbed. It was eating apart at the very fabrics of Kerion, refusing to change into something which could fuel him. It would feel as if thousands of swords were stabbing him over and over. It was infiltrating his body, trying to attack his weave.

The negi grinned and spit in his face. His spit was almost like an acid, burning in his face as thoughts of rape tried to enter Kerion's mind. The negi broke from his grip and continued assaulting the girl.

[Nisorin]

Kerion was rather unique amongst the Sons of Plunder, and even amongst his Relorian kin. Where they kept to the light of day, embracing the Positive, he had lived his life embracing the night. Negativity was no stranger to him, and this darkness was not unexpected. Every attempt to devour him was met with a, figuratively speaking, larger mouth, devouring the energy directly. When the Negi tried to spit at him, he disappeared, both body and magic signature. "Fine then, no more fun for you boys." His voice echoes about the small plain as razor-sharp rock rises up around the woman just as the Negi still toying with her pulls away, quite literally cutting him away from her and encircling her in a dome of stone. "Now, where must I go to speak with your master?!" He shouts, appearing once again atop the stone dome, eyes pure black as bat-like wings burst from his back. The corners of his mouth curl in a defiant, devious and slightly disturbing smirk as the energy finally grazes his Weave.

"Too bad, you're too late. Farewell, Negi. I'll simply ask your captive." He growls, the wall surrounding the artificial weave of this false body, stolen from a Negative Plane denizen to grant him entrance to the plane, popping like that of a bubble. The dome disappears, leaving a crater in the ground as the body itself destabilizes, the Weave's core exploding, strewing strange new green particles about for miles. These green particles seem to be untouchable by the darkness, as if too slippery to be grasped.