It was said that great men never died, they simply faded away. This was, of course, complete and utter foolishness if one took it literally. All men died, only those who transcended mortality, those who became more than human, could spit in the eye of death and blind it to their continuing existence. The saying was symbolic, a way to point out that those whose deeds have surpassed the norm become legend and live on until that legend is forgotten. Hoshikata did not want that, he didn't want to die in the first place.
And yet, tomorrow, he would set out to do just that, oh not die right off. He would instead do the thing that would make his death inevitable. He could hear the corruption of that power, biting him a piece at a time demanding he let it have its way again. He couldn't. He would rather die than let that part of him take control again. Perhaps a seal? Yes, a seal. He looks down at his hand, smiling.
He could seal a persons' soul, their memories, why not this? Black flames begin to flicker at his skin as he focuses his chakra. The last time he'd sealed himself, it was the second most painful thing in his life, only to the time his god played with him like a chew toy. Would this be the same? No, of course not. He was a god, he did not feel heat and chill like mortals.
As the flames finish gathering, Hoshikata reaches around his side and slaps his bare skin, letting the flames flow into him once more. Agony erupts in his skull, lights flashing in his sight and sending him to the floor shaking like a chihuahua that just saw Paris Hilton reaching for it.
He had no clue how long it was before he awoke, but he could tell it didn't work. Oh he hand a new seal, to be sure. A seal of power. But not one that quieted the link with his fell lord. He sighs, getting up and into bed. He had a long day ahead of him, it seemed.
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And yet, tomorrow, he would set out to do just that, oh not die right off. He would instead do the thing that would make his death inevitable. He could hear the corruption of that power, biting him a piece at a time demanding he let it have its way again. He couldn't. He would rather die than let that part of him take control again. Perhaps a seal? Yes, a seal. He looks down at his hand, smiling.
He could seal a persons' soul, their memories, why not this? Black flames begin to flicker at his skin as he focuses his chakra. The last time he'd sealed himself, it was the second most painful thing in his life, only to the time his god played with him like a chew toy. Would this be the same? No, of course not. He was a god, he did not feel heat and chill like mortals.
As the flames finish gathering, Hoshikata reaches around his side and slaps his bare skin, letting the flames flow into him once more. Agony erupts in his skull, lights flashing in his sight and sending him to the floor shaking like a chihuahua that just saw Paris Hilton reaching for it.
He had no clue how long it was before he awoke, but he could tell it didn't work. Oh he hand a new seal, to be sure. A seal of power. But not one that quieted the link with his fell lord. He sighs, getting up and into bed. He had a long day ahead of him, it seemed.
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