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Blood. All over this pitch-black room.

Step one...rotation.

Wisps of a dull purple collected sluggishly around in a spiral. As the violet aura picked up speed, the sound of a light breeze could be heard from the spinning disc. Under the eye of the growing maelstrom, a clean right hand, palely illuminated, stood still under the growing bundle of energy.

After several minutes, the room itself erupted into a flare of red light, temporarily illuminating a man sitting down in a meditative position. Just as fast as the flare had come, it vanished only to be replaced by glowing lines of pale red markings. The floor, the walls, and the ceiling were covered with these red lines along with the stench of freshly drawn blood.

Step two...power.

The rough shape of a ball began to take form in the center of the purple maelstrom. As the purple mass grew in size, it turned from a thin spinning spiral into a vibrating bright purple sphere with tendrils whipping about. Several of the tendrils whipped across the man's face and arms, leaving deep cuts with the blood leaking onto his pale blue clothes.

Illuminated by the sphere's incandescense, the man's shoulder-length hair could be seen with its shades of brown and blonde. His short-sleeved blue gi had large clean cuts with blood splatters all over. The man's eyes were closed and the expression of his face was neutral as it was cut up by the sharp violet blades he was feeding.

However, as soon as a cut had appeared, the man's skin appeared to hiss and bubble over the wound until there was no sign an injury had ever existed.

Step three... control.

The tendrils stopped lashing out, brought to bind with the new mass of purple energy. The ball started to vibrate in place with the sound of a soft breeze being replaced by a horrific high-pitched shriek. The sound of nails upon chalkboard would have been harminous and calming in the midst of this sound...

Drip.

Drip.

A dark crimson liquid fell onto the floor and onto the shoulders of the dirty-blonde man. The origins of the liquid became clear as the man's ears oozed out dark red, the crimson dripping out at steady intervals. Not a twitch nor a wince had been shown by the man as he continued to hold his right hand out with the hellishly bright ball. The intensity of sound and light increased with the size of the purple sphere.

The bright light of the sphere completely illuminated the entire room, revealing the finer features of the man: the thin scar that vertically bisected his left eye, the rows of black seal markings that ran across his right arm and part of his exposed chest, and his heavily scarred left arm which became more grizzly as one trailed their gaze down.

The small room he was in shook for a moment before it was still once more. As soon as the room stopped shaking, his heavily scarred left hand started to go into motion. It picked up speed as it started moving through more and more hand seals.

The pale red markings of the room suddenly glowed into a brilliant sanquine red, though the intensity of the red glow paled in comparison to that of the purple orb. The lines of red markings continued to glow in increasing intensity as the man continued to move through his array of half-seals.

Was this truly the only way?"

His left hand slowed...paused...and then started again. Before long, his left hand moved just as fast as before...and then even faster. His left hand then transformed into a blur of motion. Meanwhile, the purple ball of light had a diameter the length of his chest. It burned brighter than the mid-day sun, its incandescense infathomable to human eyes.

The lids of his left eye fluttered several times, barely opening and closing. A look of concentration appeared on the man's previously stoic face. As he breathed in, the lids of his eye opened a tiny sliver before closing again upon his exhale. Several minutes later, as the man repeated this motion on top of moving his left hand and focusing on the ball on his right, the lids of his eye opened. For a moment, his left eye could be seen, strange circles of gold radiating from a black pupil like ripples within a lake. Then, red lines haphazardly crossed the golden lines as his eye was forced to look at the violet sphere. The pupil of his eye constricted until it was no longer visible. The golden lines turned into lines of darkest black before disappearing entirely. All that was left was a completely white eyeball with blood pooling out of his eyelids.

Never had been able to use that eye since it happened anyways.

His left hand finally stopped at the sign of the rooster with the red markings pulsating at fast intervals. His right hand blistered from the heat of the bright violet ball, blistering and then healing over again...and again...and again. The man continued to sit stoically despite the pain, simply waiting for something to happen.

He inhaled. He exhaled and brought his left hand under his right hand, under the orb of violet energy he had created.

He closed his eyes for one moment as his nightmares were brought back up to his conscious mind.

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A scarred hand impailing the forehead of a pale-eyed woman, pink matter dripping out of the wound..

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The blood-filled lips of a man upturned to a calm smile. Red eyes with peculiar black markings stared from behind long black hair.

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A smile from a white-haired old man before turning into the dust.

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The withered arm of an elderly blonde woman as she said her goodbyes. A beating heart and a line of intestines lied on the floor.

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Eyes opened up again with a determined expression.

His hands moved into his stomach, the ball melted the skin and part of his abdomen as it entered. Tendrils of skin could be visibly seen trying to reattach itself around with minor success. And then the ball exploded.

As intestines and blood whip across the room from the maelstrom he's unleashed, his last thought before it turned his brain to flying ash and erased several miles of land from existence was...

Home.