"I'm referring to a being who exists on an entirely different plane than us—A devil known as The Spectre." Eidolon began. His face was already masked by nonchalance. Everyone in the room paid attention to his words—Even the wind slowed to eavesdrop.
"Typically, you're not supposed even to speak his name—The more you do so, the more his forces retaliate." He raises his brows sarcastically, "You're welcome." Hiruzen groans, his confusion and concern growing all the more.
"His infection starts small, enemies are stronger than normal—Things are out of place—Canon is distorted… But then it gets to bigger things." At this point, Hiruzen was frantically writing things down. Canon? Specter—Do not speak his name! Things of that nature.
"Beings that don't belong began to appear—Clouds of chaos and darkness begin to shroud the world, and a tower is erected in his name, created by his demons to channel his energy into the planet itself like a lightning rod. The taller it gets, the stronger the connection, and eventually, key planets within this galaxy will be targeted as well. All for the same purpose of extending his influence unto this reality."
By this point, Hiruzen had gone through three bowls of tobacco—His pipe and lungs practically screaming for a break, but his nerves were through the roof. "And this… This can all be expected when?! You're here, so that must mean it's close!" Hiruzen exclaimed—His Anbu had long since been dismissed alongside the one sent to fetch Kurenai.
Thank god she's taking her time. Hiruzen began to think, This information is too valuable to pass up. Eidolon shrugged in response to his question, causing his last bit of hope to cling to the possibility that they have time for preparations to plunder. "Honestly, this world is looking good, though. No tower of darkness—Nor the clouds, so you're good. Stop stressing, I don't need you killing yourself right in front of me." Eidolon scowled with disdain.
Hiruzen coughed into his fist—His cheeks flooding with heat slightly as he sat back down. "Sorry." He muttered, still faking to clear his throat. Eidolon waved it off, "Whatever. Anyway… This is why I said I need you to trust me and provide me with resources. If anyone knows what their looking for, it'd be me." He shakes his head. "But, I respect your reasoning and therefore, I will cooperate. Clearly, you care about whether or not this world makes it—I'm sure your fathering nations do too." He sent a questioning glance toward the Hokage.
Hiruzen nodded in agreement, "Right, yes… A-As for your requests, give me the night to think it over. This is a lot of information." He frowned. "Right, sure, take your time. Just know that every hour you hesitate in lending me a hand in preventing this is more lost time on this planet." Eidolon stood up—His eyes tracking from the Hokage to the right corner of the room, his eyes lingering before he scoffed and shook his head—Heading for the door.
"And don't bother sending that Kurenai chick for me. I'm going to hang around the Hokages' quarters." He saluted over his shoulder, leaving the room with an elicit click from the door. Silence permeated the room more heavily than ever before.
The stacks upon stacks of paperwork no longer scared him—His attention had fully been grasped. But there's a chance he's lying… This could be a ruse from the Sand to distract me. He thought, reasoning with his rationality.
However, the memories and flashes of the giant flaming ball that flew over Konoha replayed in his mind. His gaze shaking with uncertainty—How would the Sand pull that off…?
From his thoughts, Hiruzen's head snapped up and raised toward the right corner of the room—The same one Eidolon had scoffed at before leaving. From the shadows of the lamp, Danzo appeared—His singular eye sharpened and full of unrestrained fury.
"Don't tell me that joke of a fairytale truly has you smitten!? And you're supposed to be the Hokage!" He roared, stomping in front of his old friend with estranged might. The bandages on his arms danced in hidden pressure from his chakra. The wood beneath his feet creaked in restraint.
Hiruzen glared at his intruder, his jaw clenching as his knuckles grew white under the pressure he clenched his fists with. "Danzo! How dare—" He paused, calming his anger. He wanted to scream about his sneaking, but this is a great opportunity.
Danzo still fumed with fury, but he quieted down a bit, seeing his friend's meek response. "So you heard everything, huh?" He questioned.
"Of course I did, you old bat! That's how I know you're really falling for that terrible excuse of a story!" Danzo barked back. His disappointment was well apparent. Hiruzen paid it no mind, though. "Yet, Danzo, he fell from the stars! He doesn't speak like we do—He doesn't wear our attire, nor does he possess any form of Chakra. I know you sensed that. There's no way you couldn't have."
Danzo's fury blurred away into blind anger and confusion—"Well, yes, but what does that have to do with anything? " Hiruzen snorted, "Are you that blinded by anger, friend, that you would forget that all living things possess chakra?" Danzo bit his bottom lip but quelled his rage. Diving into his mind as he plopped down into the very chair Eidolon sat in.
"…Shit," Danzo muttered. Hiruzen chuckled, nodding along. "Shit indeed…"
. . .
Just east of the Hokage office, a lovely, traditional shoin-zukuri style mansion was established within one of the forestry areas within the village. This estate belonged to the Hokage. And well, Eidolon now.
Sitting in the middle of a concrete arena situated in the back of the estate, styled with four stone pillars with a whirlpool etched into its ends. An astounding fountain decorated with giant leaves and various lily pads sprang loudly in the back—Though now amid the night with a cool breeze wafting in the background, Eidolon was the closest to peace he'd get without death.
With his legs crossed and his arms arrested on his knees, he had his eyes closed—Dread locs low and covering his face. His chest rose and fell slightly, barely perceivable but very much there.
The reason he meditated was for discovery—With the insignia of a cross embedded in his right palm, he was granted the abilities of Park Mujin, a character he was somewhat familiar with in the Universe of God of High School.
His Chaeryeok abilities were centered around gravity, his energy constructs, and his spears. His obsession with power and the need for revenge drove him to heights Eidolon could only aspire to reach—But right now? Eidolon concentrated on simply connecting with the power that rested within his very soul.
A system panel floated idly in front of his closed eyes—
[ EIDOLON, THE CURSED.
TITLE: Cursed by The Void
LIFE: 567th
ALIGNMENT: Chaos-Neutral.
ABILITIES: Vessel of Humanities Defender - [Park Mujin] - [AWAKENED], Soul Blade; Ishtar - [Original Blessing.]
UNIVERSAL MAP: *Select Here To View Options*
STORAGE: . . .
SQUAD: *Select Here to Begin Process*
LEGEND: "An immortal cursed by the darkest parts of creations heart. Destined to battle Gods and face existential threats, this warrior carries the heaviest fate of all, and will die behind his blade carrying it out."]
A bead of sweat pooled off Eidolon's forehead—His body beginning to levitate as the gravity around him began to pulse. Rocks and tiny bits of dust and loose floral rising in place, shaking and vibrating from the unrestrained force acting upon them.
Time stilled for but a moment—Eidolon's eyes shot open and his onyx orbs glistened with a newfound control—A sense of power and confidence he didn't wear before. The nearby debris rested on the ground, and he touched the floor with his feet planted smoothly beneath him before his influence over the area's gravity subsided.
I can feel the gravity around me within a fifteen-meter radius… A small start, but it's not a bad range with me as its center. He noted, gazing upon his right palm. The golden cross embedded in it pulsing with power. My energy is converted from stamina—duly noted.
His jaws clenched as he slipped a robe back over his topless body. The cool breeze wafting in the gaps caused his hair to flutter. He wiped his face with a towel and entered the estate through the court-side doors.
The interior was of traditional Japanese architecture and design, with tatami mats lining the floors perfectly. The hallways were blessed with smooth, pristine oak and dark woods.
He found himself wandering towards the dining area, grabbing himself a tall white glass bottle with a cork screw plunged at its top. Huh, you can always count on people in power to have alcohol in their rooms. He shook his head blissfully as he recovered from a quick swig.
"Woo!" He barked, his lips puckered, grimacing from the spice. "Damn! That's some good shit…" He muttered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He placed the bottle back on the counter and froze where he was as he heard the front door open.
His senses instantly relayed to him who it was—"Finally… Thought those two would talk all night." He hummed. Still, it'd be best not to push anything. It's what, three in the morning? He guesstimated, letting go of the tension that rested in his chest, and chose to fall back on patience.
Hiruzen sighed upon seeing Eidolon freely moving about his house. "I'm glad you made yourself comfortable…" He murmured, half sarcastic and half tired. Eidolon shrugged. "I told you I'd be here."
Silence was pursued as the third Hokage tossed his coat on a rack near the front entrance and plopped on his sofa—The one that took up more than fifty feet of space. Eidolon kept his novelty to himself. He's seen his fair share of abundance. A giant couch isn't that surprising.
Taking another swig of soju, Eidolon turned to exit the room. Deciding to leave the Hokage to his own musings while he went to sleep off his earlier awakening. That always does leave me so sore the next morning. He grimaced mentally, already practically out of the dining area.
Still, the giant hallway that connected the entire estate led straight to Hiruzen's living room, giving leeway for the old man to call out. "Eidolon—" He paused. Leading Eidolon halting mid-step—His body never turning around.
A heavy, hesitant silence settled upon the entirety of the residence.
"I'll do it. I'll conform to your requests." A heavy sigh followed Hiruzen's statement. "The influence you speak of may already be in action." Eidolon glanced over his shoulder, a stern, serious glare in the center.
"Good. Rest well, we'll talk tomorrow." And he stalked himself back to his designated room. His own mind reeling at Hiruzen's revelation.
Shit.