New Blood (P)

It was one of those days... Jashin's presence in Vaneda's life seemed to be waning. Little by little, the fanatic was going through Kumogakure's VERY underground criminal body. Perhaps that was why Jashin had turned a blind eye to his sacrifices... The point of Jashinism is violent death yes, but chaos is a central part of what pleases their god. Technically, he had been sewing darkness and fear into those who would deny his village, but where was the panic, the terror? Wherever it was, it wasn't enough to make everyone involved run around like they had their heads cut off.  Jashin was not pleased with him.

It was around mid morning, overcast covering the sun. It was cool, but damp, perhaps even hard to breath. It had rained hard the night before and the water was just now returning to the sky... The Jashinist's stitched flesh seemed to pulse between the lines as he prayed, mouthing the words silently, desperately, asking for forgiveness, a trial, a chance. Anything that would have the god of violent death smile upon him again he would do without a second thought. Chaos must be spread, internally or otherwise. Someone had to die soon in such a painful way, enveloped in such horrifying agony and despair that it completely shatters their being. Such an offering would be too delicious for Jashin to resist, surely and with this gift, he would fall back within his god's good graces. At least, this is what he prayed to his lord. Jashin would surely send a poor fool to meet him in these grounds if he found his subject worthy, to be sure. Being the black sheep of the religion, his zealotry and faith to the core mechanics was beyond that of all others, but he constantly had to prove himself to Lord Jashin.

"Praise be Jashin... Lord and Master of pain and suffering... I offer my agony to sate your thirst... May my pain fill your holy body with euphoria.... Amen." Vaneda chanted under his breath over and over. His god must hear him.... He must be listening... Vaneda was his most useful subject...