The Majin

It can be done, just, with a price to pay.

Description:

This entity is a force to be recorded with. Made out of a substance similar to volcanic ash, a silicate liquid, that is black and thick, and the flames of the undead. It seems to lurk it places you wouldn't expect, like rooms that are small and confined, or around that one corner you almost took, before being burned alive. It is, in nature, unnatural, stumbling in what great power it can possess. Not a single human soul is safe from this behemoth of terror. It likes to toy with it's victims, trapping their mind, body, and soul in a cage they can't break out of. An endless cycle that makes the target an assimilated vain that widely spreads it's influence onto people's minds, and makes them it's next target after death. There is no pattern, there is no lifespan, all you see now is a lie, a hoax, something you can't see with your very eyes, and neither can I. I am the truth, I am the ideals, and the answer to all of the humanities problems.

You know what it feels like when you go into endless loopholes. I can tell, even when you don't see it. I am the demon that roams, the deaths to end all deaths, a swarm to start all swarms. We all seek out vengeance when we have the time, and even now the world can become your own cylinder that consumes your insides one by one. A trap you can't escape from, an endless tomb of beliefs that confide with your boundless soul, aching to be let out. Your skin trembling a dark and eerie path that boils your blood to around 1,900^o Fereinhight. Simply, you can't find yourself without becoming lost in this endless mansion, with the added side effect of a soul without memory, a heart without blood. You simply can't find yourself to be who you are anymore, in this new place you call home.

It's a crime, it's the truth. No matter what path you take, it will be a dead end. I feel sorrow in your heart, but fear in your eyes. I can tell what you're dealing with, trust me, I know. The loneliness we all have to face, the satisfaction we get when we kill. We, just, don't know how to do anything else. It's a curse that we set ablaze; irreversible, but manageable. No matter how you seek attention, it could be from an unknown source. I hate to say this, but it could mean you are in prosperity of my own gesture. I seek what you seek, you seek what I don't seek, based on my overall intentions to slay the beasts. I can't be certain, but go ahead, find what I am looking for, and see what happens. I bestow upon you, granted your every wish, only to take it back for what I claim as my own. Debt is not a right, it is what I collect.

Intelligence: High

Strength: High

Speed: Low

Behavior: Hostile