Recognizing [Private Training]

Resurrecting beings? Was he going to be cut out for resurrecting beings from another land? Was it even a land this ‘Alma Torran’? Aseo could only feel puzzle, and have a slight diminishing thought on what all this meant. “ Surviving is what I do best. Requiem, you can’t bring forth worst then having a hand in your chest with just a tattoo. ” Aseo, would almost chuckling thinking that a mere tattoo would bring him pain at all. He was already fallen, so what was it going to do. Tickle him? Aseo would look over the mans bare torso, and see how the tattoo he has is a heart, and taking in the words he said ‘representation or reflection of a destiny denied to you.’

Denying destiny was how he found his way here, and now it suppose it has gave him the purpose to undergo this entrance to a cult. “ I believe I won’t experience no pain worst than my past later in my future. Please proceed with putting this tattoo on me. ” Aseo turning peeling his shirt up, revealing his back. “ Place it upon my back? Also do you have the color in red? If so, I would like it that way, if there's a choice. ” Aseo, awaited to feel the pin marking, and inking his skin.

Removing his shirt, and awaiting the pin to his back. He did not how this would feel as his body has never been inked before, but it couldn’t, or hopefully would not be worse than previous interactions in his life.  “ This won’t hurt much right. ” He asked, before he heard, Requiem get in position to begin. He started drawing, and Aseo at first winched only, but then i gradually got more painful he thought. Was he imaging more pain, or was it just the pain that he could think of causing him to actually feel even worse.

Requiem, started up conversation. He did not really hear most of what he said. Could he have heard more, possibly. It was possible, but he was growing more sensitive to the pin, and cringed and jerked like a unstable hyena underneath its sharp point. Clutching his fist, thumb in between his fingers. “ Did the messiah come up with this dreadful procedure? H...Hm…. gh…. ” The feeling all over his body stopped his words short leaving him in small grunts. This was something new, and it made his heart skip more so, and he knew he asked for this. He had not know how long this would last, but he tighten everything that he could beside his back, because he knew it could mess up the artist. Maybe Requiem messed up already from how bad he shook.

If only he known, if only. Oh this was not for him, but for him now would be helping the return. One he knew very little about, but would hope to come and find more about. His eyes started to roll. The images started to roll as well. The people he met, and the people he were just starting to know, but it would soon to stop and only the image of the magician hands stabbing through his heart  actually became clear. A vast battle field, and bodies laid in waste miles on and on. It was clear, and the pain he felt really drove him crazy. Aseo mind was growing tired. The pain was getting tiring, the life was outdated, his simple magical ability felt docile compared to many. So many things shot through his skull, but at the point of it was the sharp needle in his back and hopefully it ended soon.