A Walk In The Past (Job w/Demi)

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"This place never will sit right with me. I tried to destroy it and leave it burning and only ashes left but as you can tell it won't just disappear at all." The duo of reaper and devil had found themselves in a rather familiar setting again together. Both adults hated the destroyed facility in front of them but they had a reason to come back to it and would have done this earlier but they had to gain their adult forms back before doing it. They had to overcome the memories of their reformation into what Cor Torva wanted them to become that haunted them. "Demi, are you sure about this? We could lose ourselves to our pasts and I don't know if we will be the same after from being here." He knew what her response would be. She was not weak minded in any way and she would have the drive and focus to get through anything that faced them. Truth was he was not worried about her losing herself but himself. He had done so recently and had no control over himself. Instead he found their enemies and completely vaporized them without any sort of mercy or care about who they were. He did not want to do that to her but he knew he had to force himself to move forward. "I sound stupid, don't I?" He spoke out as he found a way into the heavily damaged structure and went inside of it.

The path inside would lead them into the training room where he had fought the 'reborn' Korvin in a gelatinous state that he thought he killed but would later come back as herself. He shook his head and sighed while holding his eyes closed. He opened them to find that a sword was quickly moving towards him that he quickly dodged by ducking under it. The sword came down towards his lowered torso now but he managed to jump back just before it could hit him but the ground below him was not so lucky as it was smashed into chunks. "Come now, Trase. You must show me all of what you have learned." A older man stood holding a large sword in one of his hands. Cirven looked down around himself and could see that the room was no longer damaged or in ruin. "Shut up..." His voice spoke out and sounded like it was his kid self again. He didn't have any control as his body lunged forward and attacked the man who blocked each attack of the young devil's clawed hands with his blade but seemed to be overwhelmed by the string of attacks. "Is this the power that you possess, boy?" The older man quickly cut his blade through the air towards Cirven and connected with it cutting through his torso. Cirven could feel a cold liquid building over his clothes as he fell to one knee and then to the ground as a deep pain built over his torso. "You need more training, boy. That anger needs focus. It needs to be guided and channeled against your enemies. It should not be used as if you were some wild beast." The man spoke from above the younger boy. A sudden burst of anger and energy came to Cirven and he quickly jumped up from the ground and aimed his claw at the older man's neck but was blocked by the flat side of his large blade. The blade was cut off from where Cirven had hit but the man did not let it phase him and stabbed the now broken sword into the boy's chest, forcing it through him and quickly pulling it out. "That was good but not good enough." Cirven fell to the ground again feeling another deep pain before he faded out of consciousness.

Cirven shook his head again as his mind was brought back to reality. The memory had left him standing in place for what felt like half an hour but it was really only a short few seconds. "I really dislike this place..." He mumbled out followed by a heavy sigh. He moved around the training and found a pod-like gelatinous object. He figured it was what Korvin somehow came out of after their fight against each other. "I thought I killed her then but she somehow was in some sort of pod to be revived that whole time..? I wonder what exactly that did to her?" He threw out questions that neither of them could answer as he looked over the pod. He then turned to look at her again and check up on her. "You have any flash backs being in here like I am?"

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The duo looked over the surrounding room and anything nearby to them. The devil was not the type to like the investigation side of things. He liked action over everything but knew that this part was needed in order to make the action part more in their favor. It did not help that the place they were in swarmed his mind with memory after memory of his past that he had recently remembered. It was like his life would forever be shaped by the past that he would rather forget besides a few chunks of it. There were too many situations where he wanted to just end it himself back then but couldn't because something kept him going. The woman he was with was one of those reasons. They had so much in common with being brought into a world they would have avoided as children. A life filled with being pretty much a puppet to those around them. Multiple trained killers in the disguise of children was all that they really were back then. He shook his head and brought himself back to reality from his mind sticking onto his past after hearing Demi's voice. "Wh-what?" He spoke out realizing that he was staring off into a hallway of the rundown facility. "A symbol?" He moved to her and looked at what she was talking about. It wasn't something he completely recognized. He had slight flashes of a symbol in his mind from the times when he was brought to the clinic area of the facility but they only amounted to bits and pieces that could not confirm anything. "Yeah, like you were saying, I rarely was able to remember anything when I was brought in here besides that my body was pretty much broken or breaking on me." He smirked at her. "I never got to see what was there clearly. For all I know it could have changed fifty times but to me it was the same mash up of blurred colors and designs."

His gaze dropped from the symbol and onto her as he smirked at her again. He wanted her to return the smirk somehow but was not going to verbally ask for it. He looked away from her again and saw one of the glass healing containers that had long since been left dry of any liquid that it could have had in it. He slowly walked into the room as he stared at the broken machine. "I was in this one a lot, wasn't I? Being known as the failed experiment really did mean something, didn't it?" He spoke out once he stood in front of the machine and stared at it.

Cirven felt his mind trail off a bit before a metallic blade flew the air towards him. He narrowly dodged it leaving the blade to stick into the nearby wall behind him. He was in the lightly lit streets of a city during the night and a man wielding two swords in each of his hands rushed towards him. The man quickly let out a flurry of attacks towards the much younger boy but found that his blades could not hit his target at all. "What the hell are you?! Why did you attack me?! Why did you have to kill her?!" The man yelled out as he attacked over and over. Cirven did not respond and only reacted through his actions. His training taught him that talking during a fight was wasted effort. It did nothing but create an opening that if you were strong enough, you would notice anyways. Speech was something the weak did to force openings in opponents and he was not taught to be weak. "Tell me!!" Multiple swords appeared around the young Cirven as the man continued his attack. These ghostly floating weapons attacked in unison with the man but the young devil was able to deftly dodge around them, even grabbing one of them out of the air and using it to deflect some attacks directed at him as he managed to back away. "I'm sorry but I can't let you live. I don't care if you are a child or not. I will have my revenge for her death!" The man exclaimed as a red magic circle appeared from over his hand and at the same time multiple magic circles of the same color formed all around Cirven. "Absolute Barrage." The man spoke out and removed his hand from in front of him, leaving the magic circle in front of him. He then quickly cut through the magic circle and at the same exact time a blade from each magic circle appeared around Cirven who tried to dodge the attack but the magic circles moved with him and allowed the attack to hit him cleanly. The man then attack the magic circle over and over again leaving the young Cirven to cry out in pain from each attack until finally dropping to the ground with little to no life left inside of him. The man approached the downed Cirven and spoke out. "I'm sorry bu-" Before the man could finish black electricity erupted out from Cirven's body and struck him causing him to spasm from it and pain to wrack his body. Cirven somehow pushed himself up from the ground and landed on the man's chest where he used the force of the impact of his body onto the man's to knock him onto the ground and pierce his claw-like right hand through the neck of the man. "Lure in those stronger than you and surprise them..." The bloodied and battered child spoke out as he pulled his claw out of the man's neck before falling to the side of the ground and losing consciousness from the pain he had suffered. His healing factor had not been able to kick in fast enough to heal him fast enough. "Idiotic boy...!" The older man who trained Cirven spoke out as he walked out of he shadows and took his body.

Cirven would later wake up in the healing container now in front of him. "Anything else coming to your mind, Demi? I'm getting a lot of memories of things. Anything else you think we should check up on here?"

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