The Fire of Eternal Damnation Ends, The New Era of the Monsuta Begins [COMMANDERS/OFFICERS OF MONSUTA]

A stale taste formed in Stings mouth, a taste he was all to familiar with. The state taste often hinted toward his brothers departure; it was a feeling he had felt when his brother had died and was something that he hadn’t forgotten. He knew that a big change was to take place on this cold, frightful day but no matter the decision Hakai made, Sting was not going to pursue him. After what he witnessed in Australia, he knew that his older sibling was on the path of change and Sting refused to stand in his way. Stings gaze dropped to Tora momentarily, taking note of his psychotic habits, he was more of an uncontrolled animal than any other member of the Monsuta; he often reminded Sting of a videogame character, Trevor from the fifth instalment to the GTA Franchise. Sting held a grudge after Tora brutally murdered one of his finest lieutenants but he was well aware that the incident would have to be water under the bridge if he was to be appointed as new Commander.

Sting awaited the inevitable, but felt uneasy as Hakai walked around the table. So uneasy that his electric defence naturally flared up around his legs; fortunately his legs were well beneath the table and out of sight. He leaned into his seat prior to extending his legs and allowing his ear drums to record every word that left Hakais mouth. By the time Hakai finished his announcement, Sting had phased out. His face showed no expression, but a sheer feeling of disappointment resonated from his being as he sat there motionlessly.

Sting sat there, his eyes looked bland and empty as they followed the older Chikara through the room. Sting had long awaited the arrival of this day; after his brother sided with the Yuudeshi in the Australian War it became apparent that the man had changed. To an extent he was no longer the man that Sting had aspired to be like; he had changed a lot in a short period of time and it made Sting wonder what have happened in that god forsaken country to change a man to this extent? He sat there mulling over his brothers final decision while his eyes slowly set on their newly appointed leader, Tora. It was no myth that Sting despised the weasel of the Monsuta but personal feelings had to be put aside in this situation as his brother had made an indefinite decision. There was no convincing him to stay at this point and quite frankly, Sting didn’t bother.

It was almost surprising not seeing the loud mouthed Black Ops Commander talk, he wasn’t chocked up about his brother’s departure, he simply knew that no words were appropriate for this situation and so he decided to leave his brother to his devices. A cold wind blew through the room as the lousy piece of junk began challenging the newly appointed leader’s credibility; there was no one who hated Tora more within the Monsuta but Sting, however the sheer fact that the so called ‘Weapon’ had dared to question the credibility of the psychopath and his brothers orders, irritated him. He sat there while his right hand dropped toward the table; his index finger tapped once against the solid wood table as a wave of static branched of his finger and began making its way across the table in the shape of a small Rottweiler puppy.

As the puppy made its way across the solid structure it grew in size and began looking ever more so aggressive as it neared its prey, Azuma. Stings eagle like eyes began piercing and mentally decomposing the soul of the creature as he fixed his gaze on him. The large dog began re-positioning itself to face to the scientific creation while Sting began to slowly stand from his seat. As he stood, he nodded in approval at the newly appointed leader; it tore him up inside but he respected Hakais decision and thus didn’t question it. He stood while the electrically conjured animal viciously glared down at its prey, a lot of words were exchanged between the individuals within the room but hardly any were processed by Sting as he stood there, completely motionless while the electricity from the dog began sparking out toward the heavy heap of metal. He realised that he wasn’t acting his usual self, but it was no wonder considering all the change he had to adapt to over the last month or so.

Sting began to slowly smirk as the oscillations around the electrical animal began speeding up, creating an almighty “RAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR” because of the effect it had on the neighbouring sound waves. “You’re forgetting who created you, you ungrateful piece of shit. I suggest you shut your mouth before I yank out that voice box of yours. Don’t test me…. ” , his voice sounded direct and aggravated, he wanted Azuma to digest every word that left his mouth and so he spoke nice and clearly. He didn’t waste time clenching his fists and readying them for a furious onslaught on the poor being, that would be the only suitable outcome if Azuma showed disobedience.

As Sting spoke, his rock-hard white vizard mask began making its way across the left half of his face. If Azuma failed to recognize the new authority in the Organization and didn’t hold his tongue then the mask would proceed to cover Stings face and prepare him for combat. What made this frightening was that Sting had never used his Vizard Mask against anyone but Hakai, the sheer fact that he was summoning his white construct meant that he was deadly serious and failure to comply would lead to an inevitable death of the feeble being, all in respect for the newly appointed leader. To an extent it would seem almost strange for Sting to go to such extent to be respectful to Tora but subconsciously he wanted to let out the pent up anger and frustration that had built up over the past month…