Grim Views

He had been working on his body for countless moons. A foolish choice had Kyoukimaru eating a fel explosion, something that would have cost anyone their life.. But Kyou had always been..... different. His body was a facade, his heart nonexistent, his breath an act, his very thoughts perverted by a lack of humanity so many around even him possessed.

The slime that was scattered into the oceans and across the shore was indeed the blackened ichor that his body formed itself with, and with only his core remaining, Kyoukimaru searched for what felt like ages to recover these pieces. During his trials, many portions of his body caused horrid troubles across the Broken Isles for all sides; demons, horde, and alliance. Despite a naturally macabre cheer being the nature he possessed, Kyoukimaru was troubled. He paced back and forth undergound in one of Oriy's many dens. Before him, another partially meat-covered skeleton as black as his own, but much larger. This was the body of an orc, the very body of his avatar; Kyoukiyama who also shared the same deathly fate on the shores.

"And you're tellin me it's a bad idea... to give him a bit more so he dont take years to regenerate?" Kyou seemed to as a nearby potted plant. The undead necrocrafter, whom took an affinity of life hid well within this flora, only revealing himself as the plant vibrated and spoke.

"Actions, illogical. Subject: Yama is regenerating and can be assisted provided more bodies ar-" Oriy spoke before a knife flew into the side of the pot on the ground he hid part of himself within. The ground undulated as the undead moved beneath the now broken pot.

"-And the bodies gotta be hunted from our own kind. Dead or no, that aint gonna WORK! Cost affectiveness, Flowerpot. Bodies cost money if they're from our side, and can even get the entire family here in some crap. No more of that. No more avatars, no more bodies, none. Got it?" Kyou growled as he paced back and forth. a moment of silence passed before Oriy spoke again.

".....Would you give up a single perfect form.. to create more numbers of less effective units?" Oriy asked before kyou let out a big sigh.

"IT AINT BOUT UNITS AND THAT!" Kyou roared in response! The words Oriy babbled came off as almost a different language to him, and aggrivated him. "This body has flaws. The soul-gorging aint a fun process, making avatars costs way too damned much, and just like that ELF's spirit, theyre not all obediant! And for what? A bit of security about my prey dying? The aura of madness? The spouts of fel energy? BAH! It's all secondary!" Kyou flared up again, felfire in fact crackling and igniting at his feet as he ranted. He sighed after more silence answered him, clenching a fist and walking back to Yama's body, which was clinging to life desperately..

"Dividing power may make you mortal again.." Oriy hissed once more as Kyou removed his hood.

"Then I'm gonna have to get better at staying hidden." Kyou replied.

"Your avatars are not complete... You can make them infinite.. Does this not achieve target goals?" Oriy asked as Kyou removed his gloves and boots.

"Don't need an army that can turn into an annoying group of enemies. That'd just be worse off for everyone whos not a clone of me.." Kyou growled in response.

"Combat strength. Killing potential... All is set to diminish... This goes against Subject's goals.. Confirm?" Oriy asked as Kyou removed his chestpiece and clothing.

"Then I'm just gonna have to get better at stabbing things, ain't I?" Kyou glared as he stopped and thought.. His mind was addled with reckless thoughts quite often, but lately one emotion had taken a huge portion of his energy: Shame. He knew what he was to the Grim.. and yet he had spent so many moons feeding off them, being carried by them, doing nothing but leeching from them due to his body being the wild card it was.

But. Combat was his specialty, so Kyou made due. He took a knife and cut into his own exposed chest swiftly and pulled out a blackened mass that resembled a stomach, placing it in a nearby pot and sealing it shut, he glared in Oriy's direction as his fresh wound already began to sew itself shut, black blood dripping from it only to crawl back up and return moments later.. He then looked to his right arm and readied his cleaver again.

"Senseless actions taken. Mutiliation. Advised stop. Stop.. Stop.. Cease.. STOP!" Oriy began to babble and chant before raising its voice, but it fell silent to the sound of chopping. Kyou swung as hard as he could and managed to sever his arm from his body! The flesh immediately turned black and crawled off the bone to the fresh amputation wound in his arm, leaving the pitch black skeleton behind. Kyou's lack of pain showed as he picked up the severed bones and placed them in a lockbox, then stretched his jaw and forced the small chest into his throat, swallowing it.. He then turned to Oriy.


"It's done. I got a small fragment stored up, definitely enough to make something useful after what happens next. I won't be aiming to give up my tenacity.. But each fragment of me is about to get a lot stronger. That's for sure.. Now, you gonna keep moping or what?" Kyou grunted as he kicked the flower in the broken pot. the plant swayed and fell, turning to dust swiftly after. Oriy had left. Kyou tilted his head and sighed a moment later before turning to the fleshy skeleton of his avatar, Kyoukiyama.

"Alright tons-of-fun. Time to get you back on your feet.... Don't worry, I got ya..." Kyou said somberly as he sealed the chamber.

Though the chamber was a distance from The Grim's official chambers. A sickening madness and stench of fel energy emitted for hours that night, as if something was being spread like radiation, leaving the area and searching for something..

Days later, Kyoukimaru stumbled out of his private quarters, his body whole once again, but wrapped in rags from head to toe. His white robes and hood were nowhere in sight, and as he staggered through the guild hall he felt a plethora of feelings flowing back. Physical and mental strain had flooded his form after so many years of madness and a body free from mortal bonds.


His aura was different almost entirely from before.. The crippling feeling of encroaching madness had diminished almost entirely, freeing even him from the chains that held him back. Before reaching his quarters, Oriy popped out of a nearby pot. The undead's eyes scanned Kyoukimaru in the moments it took him to approach.

"Collection of scattered essence proved impossible.. Energy was... Directed.. Purposed elsewhere... Unable to turn or reverse... Old God powers have diminished.. Question; What was the purpose?" Oriy asked as he pulled himself from the planter and for once in a rare while stood in front of Kyoukimaru.

"Had a feeling I was holding something back. Call it a hunch, I know you won't get it either way. But look, you worried about me right? Watch." Kyou replied as he stopped and turned towards Oriy, unwrapping the bandages that covered his head.....with his right hand. Kyou revealed his face, Red eyes and red hair and opened his mouth. Out stretched the same vile tongue complete with a vicious maw of its own, writhing and hissing before it returned to his mouth and hid. Kyou then reached across his body and yanked at his left shoulder, swiftly detaching and tearing out his left arm, only for it to fail to bleed.. the limb fell, wriggled violently, turned into a black ichor and slithered back up his body to replace and reform itself. Oriy watched intently before Kyou re-wrapped his body and covered it. He turned back towards his course and continued walking.

"The voices you thought were power were clouding my thoughts, keeping me unable to fully function. In truth, I'm stronger now than before.. and so are my... minions. Mind the Big Guy, would ya? Imma nap.." Kyou said as he approached the hammock he'd occupied and studied it a moment. Oriy failed to reply, but looked inquisitive as ever, studying and recollecting everything that had happened.

Kyoukiyama grunted as he stood behind Oriy, saying nothing, but the orc now looked down at the Death Knight and awaited his reaction. Oriy swiftly whipped his head around to begin studying Yama, only to get berated by the orc.

"I was created to be a warrior for The Grim and The Horde.. I may have died once, but my only regret was being captured twice... Once by the Apothecaries under Sylvanas, and by you... Slow my regeneration again, construct, and I will see your body returned to the soil...." Yama growled as he threatened the undead, before leaving..



Oriy stood there a moment, processing the words and actions of the creatures he'd encountered. The Death Knight looked back to where Kyoukimaru said he would sleep, only to find the goblin vanished entirely.

"Actions... Illogical... Response, positive... Unable to calculate reason for success... Unfathomable answer..... Theory... Old Gods have no sensible power about them...... Accepted... Reinstancing.." the undead hissed to himself before turning and leaving.