Ivan
Jushion was a culmination of light and darkness.
I couldn't describe him in any other way. The creature shifted and changed forms, never staying the same but constantly torn between the light and dark. Yet, the conflict was destructive, and there was no harmony between both sides of his nature. He was chaos and disorder, never allowing himself to be more than this. Two sides devoured each other, killing the aspect it hated, only to be reborn and start the process again. How could anything exist like this?
'He can't.' I spun around, shocked when I saw nothing. I knew that voice. It was Barakael. 'He is hate-made physical. There was never a chance for him to be anything but what he is.'
'How are you here?' I demand, still looking for him but finding nothing.
'This is where I was born,' he chuckled, the sound dark but not unpleasant. 'It's where I am strongest. Even the seals that bind me through you can't contain me here.'
