Kima's technique gifted from her father's Old World artifact was a Beastial Dimension Shifter, the ability to have access to the shadow world and shape the darkness into simple beasts from the minds of humans. That ability is capable of summoning even the World Serpent from Norse mythology. The rules of this power are as follows:
1. Kima has control over every beast she incarnates into the real world.
2. If Kima doesn't permit the eradication of a species then they are not granted access to destroy it.
3. Kima cannot summon any beasts stronger than she is without an immense drawback to her body and soul.
4. If Kima goes unconscious, the technique automatically searches for the strongest combatant to destroy them as a threat to their master.
Kima had been rendered immediately immobile after undergoing the summon of Jason, a husk without a soul, gifted solely with the abilities engraved into the Ketsueki recognizing its former wielder. If his soul were enveloped by a spiral of Requiem energy, he would instantly perish as the laws of the New World allowed. Jason Rivera would fight until the vessel received the right amount of damage or until the artifact in his left hand flew out of his grip.
However, as Hunter ducked under the blade's stroke, jumping back as Jason spiraled Ketsueki around his back, he aimed for the front. Raising his arms so the blade could cut through his clothing's sleeves, a shockwave unleashed from the impact stabbing into his bones, blocking the blow. Jason, eyes darting rapidly within the confines of the blackened eyeball, watched as another slowed kick aimed right for his crotch. A millisecond later, the dark-skinned Hunter watched as his enemy vanished from sight, leaving nothing in his wake but questions and anxiety. He had to be somewhere, right?
The next thing he knew, a fist connected to his cheek, blood spitting out his lips, Hunter fell to the ground letting his palms halt him from descending further. Shadow puddles surrounded his being all around the floor, each spitting out plentiful amounts of dark tendrils, sharpened to the tip almost like spears- aimed directly at Jason.
Letting only the most minuscule movement come visible to the naked eye, Hunter barely followed with his eyes, allowing only the tiniest droplet to sweat down his face as more tendrils aimed at the ceiling. Crawling around like a wild animal erratically hyped to exterminate their prey, Jason's movements were crazed, unpredictable, the way he seemingly disappeared for a half-second, only to reappear in a new spot, all abnormal.
'How the hell is this thing so fast? I can't even see 'im half the damn time and I can't even sense a soul, this time. What the hell are you…?'
The next second, the tendrils had all disintegrated to nothing but fragments of their former glory, the puddles closing automatically- Jason had abruptly appeared to the front of the Card. This time, no matter how hard he tried with his instincts, there was nothing he could do! No hiding emotions, for there was nothing more than the present: this being to his front, a demon made incarnate in the flesh, shining with a bloody aura oozing off every invisible energy node surrounding his being. The Blood Hunter had made but a simple stroke, scarlet light following the way he slashed his blade to cut the air, and there it was. The satisfying squelch entered his ears as blood was sliced as easily as paper with scissors.
Dislocating with the Ketsueki's crimson tip the head from the shoulders of the enemy, but before it could even tumble to the ground and begin rolling, a hearty kick to the chest was required. But even that, with the split-second Hunter, had left before he felt everything disassemble, he could experience the most agonizing sensation known to man. Ribs shattering to nothing but pieces under his chest with the way his foot engraved into his stomach, a shockwave radiating outward from the blast, the wall's stability crumbled to pieces as the decapitated corpse of Hunter, the Darkness Card, flew right into it.
And even still, with having destroyed one of the Jester's Deck, Jason held no sense of heavy breathing. Breathing as a whole was but a fantasy for someone like him, now just brushing the tips of his fingers against the sharpness of the bloodied katana. For some reason, within the recesses of his deep mind, there was a sphere of emotion welling up inside himself. As those hands attempted to surround it, there remained nothing, not the slightest bit of familiarity with these feelings. In the end, all he was, now satiating at his palm, was a hollow husk. But, if that were true, and that's all he was going to be for the end of time; what was this in the back of his mind?
There existed a black hole displaced in space, not located in the limitless of space, inhaling everything in its path with the sole intention of eradicating all. Not for power or selfless justice, but for themself, a selfish desire not unlike that of humans. He couldn't help but stay confused, even as he was drawn to that flame, roaring wildly with audible cries from around the corner, maybe this… held the secret to his truth.
Ace had descended from the air to smash at the floor, knuckles demolishing the ground below to make a visible crater implanted into the location. Feet touching against the ground to her rear, letting the coat's tail only glide momentarily, Miriam stepped back continuously, to which Wilder followed right after her. Differently, he revealed his weapons, four blackened tendrils sharpened to the tips for each poking out his spine individually, Miriam vanished once more. However, even this didn't mark the climax to her nuisances of repetitive warping, for the incessant disappearing only continued with each passing second the more he waved his fists or directed the tendrils. Some stabbing into the ground to penetrate the reflective surface they stood above, other times he got so close that she stood back: pinned to a wall. Unfortunately, with such a strong limitation between the distance she stood between Wilder and the wall, it gave the illusion of her rolling to the right as more craters formed the more Ace's fists pounded at the wall.
And yet, as she finally reached the end, there was a kick to his chest, barely able to send him back so he could wobble in place for but a half-second, the moment Eternal Sight caught up to her afterimage- it'd realized she was just that. A blurry remnant of a being formerly there, now, with his back hunched, feeling the sensation of his knuckles satisfyingly crack, Ace turned back as his veins sunk within the confines of his body's flesh. Just as Divergence predicted, there she stood, yet this time, sweat dripping everywhere over her melanin-covered features, he pointed to her with the right finger, the other dominant left thumb pressing against the index's core knuckle.
"I've just figured it out. You're… the Space manipulator, aren't cha?"
Miriam stood shaken at the inquiry, not only for the way he'd asked a question so obvious but at the contents of the question itself. What was the purpose of intoning such an inquiry gifted with such a clear answer? Nevertheless, the creeping suspicion she'd get attacked had all but faded to the point it never existed so… why not stay silent?
"'Course I am… why d'ya ask? Want an autograph or something, fire crotch?!" She yelled out suddenly with irritation audible within her vocals' loud expression,
"My name is Ace Wilder. I'm currently 17 years old, I have a little sister named June and I'm dating a wonderful girl by the name of Kima Myers. I figured you'd wanna know considerin'... well, we all know your fate at the end of this story, little ant," Commented Ace nonchalantly, shaking his left hand as if ridding it of pain,
"WHAT THE HELL'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"
'She's gettin' emotional. Good. I can use that to my advantage.' Thought the Ginger, opening his right-eye temporarily closed seconds prior, he stared right ahead with the scarlet glow of Divergence's limitless offensive potential.
"If I remember correctly, it was two years ago now, maybe three. When I met the man that gave me the freedom I so desired from the chains of my insulting puppets that dared to call themselves my 'parents.' I asked myself before I met that man… 'Is this all for me? If I'm the main character of my own life, then am I chained to this lofty excuse of a story?' That man taught me to realize the potential of not only the artifact's capabilities but that of myself, of a person. You could say I'm grateful to him, in a way. Eternally. Recently, I felt useless, like my efforts meant nothing, that I should just fade away to nothing in this world. However, I soon realized those horrendous thoughts were a virus infecting my mind; nothing but a sorrowful excuse of an irritating parasite. I wish to erase that agonizing way of thinking, and this is the way. The Key to Hell shall grant the dark power needed to avenge my mentor if he's perished against the Founder's power. Truth be told, I hadn't considered the possibility that he'd died, for if… if he did, I might do things more unforgivable than what I have already. Gifted with the eternal power of this sight.
I heard their screams, the cries of innocents turned to nothing but mush as something unknown rid them of their lives. And yet, I'm here, and I don't feel but a single ounce of guilt within my heart. That's a result of the binding pact I'd made with my soul in exchange for more strength during fights against conscious enemies that fought back against me. I can't fight back against it. I'm… incapable of processing my actions as 'wrong,' literally. Because they aren't. Heh… I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. I've spoken long enough, Miriam, Card Number #6. See you in another world, for we shall meet again.
Rest in peace."
And just like that, palms clasped together as if commencing a praying motion, Ace's eyelids shut over his scarlet pupils to hide the scarlet coloration of his pupils. The singing of metal entering the air became the norm, swift movements as fast as light's natural quickness, twirling the Ketsueki right above his head so he could drive the blade's sharpened side into the shoulder of the enemy; there it squirted. A fountain of gore oozing onto his lustful features begging for a taste at the drink hidden within her flesh, the fangs signature to the faux demon sunk into whatever remaining bits of her skin remained. Squelching of blood, tearing of the skin, the stench of body parts stunk up the monument's insides, but even then, Ace's face never changed. That 'Dark Determination' within his eyes, the Eternal Sight's Red: where had Jason seen this before, now, as this familiar young man stepped forward. Not an ounce of hostility could be sensed oozing off his soul… but that couldn't be, for his right hand was surrounded by a sphere of red lightning. Was this… what he'd suspected all along?
"You- what's your name?" His voice. Oddly enough, he'd heard it before. Curiously turning his head, Ace stopped in his tracks,
"Ace. Ace Wilder." All the older man did was a chuckle, smirking with a father's proud snigger like looking down at his son, a squirt of blood leaked out his head's side.
"Welp… good for you."
And just like that, Ace's encounter with his uncle met its end, and he was left with nothing but two dead bodies in the aftermath. The crumbling sound of a wall maybe a minute ago was Jason's doing, Ace assumed, so that meant he easily disposed of the Darkness manipulator. That being said, there remained only a single objective left, and that was the allocation of the Key. And with just a single snap of his fingers, it appeared right in his hand's grip, the Dark Artifact in which the Jester's Deck was searching for, which could steal the humanity of the wielder to make them a fully-fledged demon. In the end, it seemed to end up in the hands of the Ginger, white hoodie drenched absolutely, not only in his enemies' blood, but that of the endless rain squeezing out those grey clouds above. As thunder boomed through the air with a deafening scream accompanying it, he made his way to the entrance, noticing the hole in the skylight, hands in his pockets, guarding the Key just within that conjoined pouch. Just as he was preparing to leap through the shattered window overlooking the destroyed contents of the museum's inside, there was… something.
The best way to describe this strength was nothing more than pure darkness. Not in the sense of skin or personality but the soul as a whole, entirely dependent on the user that blackness had accompanied, there he was, in the flesh. The Jester himself, leaning against the museum's right door frame, right arm against it with the left one extending out the pointer, emotionless expression over his face.
"Inform me of Katie Moon's whereabouts and no one needs to be hurt anymore, Ace Wilder."
Eternal Sight can think a minute in a total second, counting all probabilities so his eyes could analyze every part of this thing's body. The nonchalant stance, the uncaring voice devoid of reason, his dead, black eyes, the lengthy hair resembling that of his mentor. He couldn't quite put his tongue on it, but there was something about this guy… something he'd sensed before, that he couldn't identify at the moment, revealing the shining artifact from inside his pouch, Ace challenged the question with one of his own.
"What do you want… with my cousin?!"
To Be Continued.