It was often that Light and Darkness were considered two halves of the same coin, but people who speak that adage never really think about the properties of the two and the history that they contain. It is true, Light and Dark are very similar, and require each other too essentially exist and survive, but the absence of Light never meant that Dark would all of a sudden fulfill the act of comfort and support. No, the Dark was never intended to be a comforting force. It was always an all consuming, all assimilating force. Forever destined to spread its influence to choke out any and all light that it could find before dragging it deep within its own essence to snuff it out. Thus to prevent this from happening, Light equally had to become destructive, to protect its very meaning and essence, Light truly had to become destructive and indeterminate in its spread. To fill every space, nook and cranny with its illuminating essence as so to stave off the ever encroaching spread of the hungry maw of Darkness.
It was these contrasting forces that forever fought within Seika's mind and heart. The large man essentially floating in an indeterminate liquid, surrounded on all sides by murky unknown darkness. His body floated limply, eyes closed as a brilliant light shown down upon him, illuminating his body and keeping the darkness surrounding him from consuming him whole. He was always destined to be one of Sol's chosen Avatar's. A force to ensure that the forces of the Deep, and Darkness itself never snuffed out the final bits of Light in the Cosmos. But even Light struggled when the Dark had so many allies beckoning it forward. It made it harder to actually fight because it wasn't as if the forces of Light and Dark could fight directly. No their battle was a proxy war of ideals and worship. Fought in the hearts and minds of the creatures that existed within the mortal plane. Thankfully for the Light, the existence of many other Gods and Entities that indirectly helped push back the encroaching Dark meant that it had time to build up its Champion and prepare it for the fight ahead of him. Unfortunately for the Light however, none of this went unnoticed by the Dark.
Seika's eyes twitched as he fought against waves and waves of unknown creatures. Their bodies twisted and deformed, their skin flayed and diseased. Horrific orifices released supersonic sounds that neither made sense nor were actually audible to him. And yet, he didn't have time to stop and contemplate any of it. He just had to continue fighting, continue surviving. It was the same nightmare he had had since Joya, and unfortunately for him. He was losing.
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Opening his eyes, Seika merely laid in bed for a few minutes. Catching his breath, he felt the insane pulse of his heart, the steady drum beating in his ears as he observed his surroundings. He could still smell the residue of the shower that Hitomi had taken, the soft scent that she used with her shampoo and body wash filled the room. It was enough to calm him down and ease his worries. He was immensely grateful for the woman. She sometimes didn't know just how good to him she was.
Finally rising up out of bed, he shuffled past the doorway and saw her sitting there on the couch in all of beauty. It was enough to get him to stop at the door frame, his half sleep eyes lowered enough that they almost seemed closed. He drunk in her peaceful appearance, the slight curl of her figure on the couch, the tome that she held in her hands, her wet hair that lay across her body. It was all so enticing in a way. He let off a small smile before turning to head towards the bathroom. "Good morning, Hikari" he spoke softly in Joyan. It was something he had picked up after spending a good deal of time in the nation with the woman. And he had taken to calling her his 'Light' as a term of affection and endearment. The only person on this planet who he would place near or above Sol itself.
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