Chapter 55

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Walking down the ghostly path that widened further ahead, following his master more and more ghosts appeared at the path's sides, framing it with rows upon rows of people. Soon the first row of people transformed into big men carrying wardrums that they started to play as if a ceremony was about to start. Deep, reveberating sounds traveled through the endless darkness with every beat, making Azuls soul pulsate alongside each hit. Seconds transformed into minutes as Azul kept on following behind his master, all the while being submerged in the penetrating sounds of the wardrums, tempting him, leading him further until the sounds were the only things that he could truly focus on. Soon his master disappeared from his vision but Azul kept on going, further into the temple until he reached the center of it. Above his head the temples roof split open, revealing the endless darkness of the void to his eyes as he looked up as if on command, until he felt a pair of hands gripping his shoulders in a firm way, motioning for Azul to sit down, which he did completely submerged in the all consuming thunder of the wardrums that filled every cranny and corner of the temples room.

The pulsating sounds transfered over to his soul, and with every beat of said drums made Azul shut his eyes a little closer, not being the master over his own actions.

Slowly his concious mind began to shut down even further until only his emotions remained. At first they were tranquil, steady from the drums thunder. But soon the drums beat changed into a faster rythm, and a slow humming from thousands of voices intoning a melody began to fill the air, bringing one single emotion to the forfront of Azuls soul while the rest faded into the background.

Azuls mind began to submerge itself in this emotion, diving into it like jumping into a lake, until blackness overtook him once more, but not for long...

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As Azul opened his eyes he could see himself. And yet it wasn't him at all. His mind was muddled and all he could think about was showing the world his prowess. His superiority. His might. His!

As he observed his actions Azuls mind couldn't help but frown at what he saw. His body was moving without his command and he could do nothing but experience this strange vision.

As his body moved over a gigantic battlefield of thoughts, Azul observed as he roared and cackled in glee at the suffering he was causing, slaying foes and friends alike left and right, not bound by any chains or shakles and the absolute judge on this field of war. Completely free.

And yet, Azuls mind did not feel free at all. The more he viewed his own actions the stronger the feeling of shakling himself became, until he finally understood what the vision was about.

This vision was of what he could become if he gave in into his own inner flames d.e.s.i.r.e to consume and destroy if he did not learn to control his own emotions. Words of his master came to his mind, strengthening his belief on the vision he was seeing from his own eyes.

'When the body is free and the mind is not, then it matters not where you go. You will always be shackled. If you free your mind though, then it matters not where you are. Out in the world or shackled in a prison cell. You will always be completely free.'

As Azul came to this conclusion the vision he was seeing faded into the background along with the emotion he had been submerged into, like fog blown away by a gust of wind.

Just as Azul was beginning to regain some clarity again another emotion rose up inside of him, pushing the rest to the back of his mind once more.

This time a burning d.e.s.i.r.e he hadn't felt before came to the forfront of his mind. It was a different kind of craving and burning.

Just as he began to wonder what this feeling was all about the veil of fog returned and shaped the scenery around him into a dimly lit room, lit by flickering candlelight and red velvet curtains. The room itself was slightly filled with smoke, yet not in a suffocating manner, and had a charming and enticing aroma to it, slightly enhancing the senses and making Azuls loins burn in a fashion he had yet to fully experience. He only ever had had this feeling in the morning but had never wasted much thought on it, but after the next few seconds of viewing the vision Azul knew completely what this vision was all about. D.e.s.i.r.e, in its purest form.

Women, clad in barely concealing clothes, made from the purest and softest materials began to appear behind the velvet curtains, floating over the soft carpets with sultry looks and flushed cheeks, swaying their h.i.p.s seductively while slowly walking over to Azul whos body took in every perfect conture of their soft and milky b.r.e.a.s.ts, to their perfectly formed legs and slim stomachs that seemed to scream out for him to carass and submerged himself in between them, preparing himself on instinct to burry his teeth in his prey and never share any of it with other males. They were his! And his alone!

Speaking to himself as if in a mantra Azul repeated the lines his master had taught him all those years ago and which had helped him in his last vision.

'If the mind is free the body will not matter. If the mind is free the body will not matter. If the...'

And he kept repeating, until the vision also faded away like fog in the wind.

Taking a deep breath to calm his mind from what he had experienced so far Azul waited for the next vision to come.

The next vision was like a stab into his heart. He was standing next to his master as he faced of against the CP-agents and could do nothing but watch as he kept dieing. One time. Then the vision started again. Twice. And again it started. And on and on it went. Like a never ending loop of pain, despair and hopelessness, Azul had to watch his master die again and again. He tried to repeat the mantra he had build for himself and yet it only helped a little and so he persisted and suffered.

Seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours. Hours became days until finally Azul managed to remain a calm mind in front of his masters death, and so the vision faded away until darkness took him once more in fatigue.