#muse: narsilet

[madharemuses]

It's okay to be afraid, fear can be Passion!

"You are so very fixated upon my form, But the face you see was never the norm. I use this face that you may find suitable, But my true flesh is far more beautiful. More-so than anything in these lands, for I was crafted solely by His hands."

"Gaze upon the work of the lord..."

[madharemuses]

"AHAHAHA! Yes! That's right! Let it all out! Your anger! Your rage! Your PASSION!"

There's another reaction within the room, something at Shion's feet begins to glow, very brightly.

The Sword of Hisou.

Cracks form in the ice from where the lightning struck, the whole building groans like a wounded animal.

"Shi...on..."

The blade in Tenshi's hand bursts into flame, shattering the ice below them. Tenshi falls through the floor, and with one arm, reaches up and grabs Shion around the waist, pulling her down with her.

Then the roof caves in, and several tons of Ice and snow collapse onto the cackling angel. After a moment of roaring and grinding sounds, all goes quiet. Tenshi is laying in the hole, with Shion on top of her. The hole in the ground is warm, and somehow... both of them are unharmed.

"Shion... are you... really here?"

"I don't have anything more to say to you! GET LOST, SCUM!" The strongest feeling she felt right now? Anger directed solely at Narsilet. She shouted furiously, unleashing her full power of her misfortune...Fine, if this was how it would be, Shion would just engulf both of them in her misfortune. Tenshi would be safe with her usual luck...But everything else? No chance.

Even the blizzard itself was becoming an unstable thing thanks to all of this misfortune, the dull gray clouds turning dark. Lightning and tornados would start to form even amidst the snow, pestilence roaring all over the place. Lightning would strike down upon the house with laser precision to attack both of them, Shion protecting Tenshi with her body. Gale force winds would try to tear them all away from the place Even earthquakes were beginning to manifest on the spot now...Shion was a God indeed, but one that couldn't even control the extent of her powers.

Narsilet may have thought "misfortune" only covered matters of chance. That was vastly underselling her power, however. Every instant, countless possibilities unfold. Will this ant move left or right? Will the wind carry this sand to the east or west? Will this microbe be able to survive within someone or not? Shion's misfortune, however, would bring everything to its worst possible conclusion. Absolutely anything that could go wrong would do so and of course, that included natural disasters.

[madharemuses]

"Another job well done~! Her pent up feelings are finally coming to bear, and she's being more honest with her passions."

Yeah, she's not dead. She's just off hiding again.

"Oh, but how I am disappointed, her punishment for her sins must have been for another day. Oh, Raguel, where art thou? Why have I heard nothing from other Angels? Is this one of His tests?"

[madharemuses]

"What a troublesome little blade, By false gods' hands is made. Leaves the spirit identified, And somehow the weather it can override."

"But I can make it a boon, To leave this liar child hewn. 'Til upon the floor her bones are strewn, So I will sing her familiar tune."

"Good Evening Gensokyo! This is your False Heaven Weather Report! I'm you stand-in Weather-Angel, Narsilet! The recent cold may come as a surprise, but I have an update for those of this lost paradise!"

"An aching cold, deep as this Liar Child's despair! Chilling the surface, subterranean, purgatory, and even their very False Heaven itself! Until either her heart is thawed, or the ice reaches the depths of her soul!"

"Don't worry, should she perish, I will ensure she is delivered unto my elder, Lucifer's hands."

[madharemuses]

"You openly flirt around, but your heart's not in it. The strategy seems sound, but the parts don't fit it. You wish to express yourself, this is good. But you distress yourself, your performance like wood." The grassy field extends itself into the room around then, and it grows tall with foxtails and dandelions. It can't be real, yet as it brushes up against Flandre's arms and legs, it feels so real. Even the light of the sun, gentle and warm, far cry from the pain she'd become accustomed to.

In an instant, faster than one could blink, Narsilet is right up in Flan's face, grasping her hands together. "If you're not enjoying yourself, why continue such a strategy? Every time it fails, you feel worse, and it erodes your confidence. Instead, wouldn't it be better to find something you're passionate about, and use that as an avenue to interact with people? Then, you would be able to speak more confidently, and others would feel more comfortable talking with you."

As it would turn out, she's capable of speaking normally, but like this she also gives off a different vibe. It's like... seeing an animal outside it's cage, something that should be restrained is currently free.

"'Your kind'...? Miss, it seems like you know me, but I know next to nothing abotu you in turn. Your name, what you are... I can tell that you're not human."

Flandre instinctively hid from the sunlight as she gritted her teeth, preparing for the worst... only to realize that she's still compeltely fine.

Was it... an illusion...? It doesn't look like her destructive powers would work easily on her either.

The girl still has other tricks up her sleeve, but Flandre would listen to her... for now.

"What you said isn't an answer I'm looking for. Are you really trying to help me because of charity? But I'll bite. What's your advice? And what do you like in exchange?"

[madharemuses]

"I could never have anticipated, When beaten down and isolated, A sorrow that leaves her suffocated, Would have so thoroughly consummated."

"Against her door, into a ball curled, Trapped inside her own little world, A cage manifested of her own head, Will she emerge anew, or wind up dead?"

"A fitting fate for the daughter of the false heaven! Ahahaha!"

[madharemuses]

Normally, the best thing to do here would be to wait until Tenshi calms down, and then welcome her back with open arms.

Normally...

"Hi hi hi hi~ Dark passions going wild, Despair and sorrow shall swallow the false Heaven's child."

"Father..."

[madharemuses]

"What is this? The well overflows! I thought she'd hit bottom, but she's hit new lows. Joyous rapture, rage, and lustful sin, Drowned out by a torrent of sorrow within."

"Forget all that anger, despair takes the win."

[madharemuses]

"It seems I had been going about this all wrong, Chasing after that familiar lustful song. This deep-seat sorrow, this rage in her heart, Those strings I should have pulled from the start."

"Do I chase the rage or the depths of despair? The out come unknown, it's up in the air. Sinking to the bottom of either well. Which one will dry up, which one will swell?"

"Daughter of the fake heaven... show me your passion."

[madharemuses]

"Passions released, I should feel elated. Yet the results have truly left me frustrated. Her will is stronger than anticipated. A mere fraction of her passion demonstrated."

"I need to gut her defences. But how to do so..."

[madharemuses]

"The Umbrella Ghost's heart is closed to me, it seems all her pent up passions are free. I should be jumping at joy at this victory. yet instead I find myself feeling quite empty."

"I just can't be at ease... without a heart to pry open."

"I need a new subject!"

[madharemuses]

"..."

*snip*

"Oh my..."

[madharemuses]

When Narsilet is influencing someone's emotions, I use coloured text to indicate it.

Pink Text is intimate Passion. Lust, freedom from inhibition, cravings of excess pleasure. Not limited to pleasures of the flesh, but also extending to things like greed and gluttony. Sins, of course, but Passionate nonetheless.

Violet Text is Sorrowful Passion. Feelings of despair, agony, a loss of hope. Holding those emotions within rot the soul if you don't tell someone and work through them. Truly crushing emotions, that can kill a person if too much is released at once.

Red is Violent Passion. Jealousy, spite, and rage. Destructive feelings and impulses. The urge to destroy, to tear things apart. To steal, to harm. Holding this in is seen as a sign of self-control and good morals. Narsilet disagrees and would rather you release it, for better or for worse.

Green is joyful Passion. Feelings of elation, freedom, joyous rapture! These feelings aren't often held in, but can make a person sick if they refuse to express them. Those who feel they shouldn't express joy, out of respect or out of guilt, are the most prone to holding it in.

Blue is rationality, the inner mind fighting back against Narsilet's influence. Where Narsilet only cares about Passion, one's rationality is what keep a person from devolving into a mere beast of instinct and emotion.

[madharemuses]

"There are still so many who've yet to open their heart, I only ask that you let me in so I may do my part. You do not need to affirm me with your voice, Just leaving the door open is as good as any choice."

"Just leave yourself open, so I may carry out His will."

[madharemuses]

"Everything I do, I do for their own sakes, I bring out their passion , no matter the form it takes. I have no convoluted goals or stakes in mind, I merely carry out the task for which I was designed."

[madharemuses]

"It goes without saying that murder is a sin, I merely draw out the passion within. How they express it is a matter of willpower, to stay the violent impulses of the hour."

"It's not my fault if they go berserk and slaughter the innocent, they shouldn't have held it in for so long."