Healing. It was an odd thing. To restore something to it's previous state, to 'heal', to remove pain of all kinds. For Mia, whom had been given the Black Blood at birth, it meant not the loss of her weapon, for the Black Blood was a part of her, inside of her genetic code. Rather, worse. Her mind was wiped clean by the water, clean of the madness that had been settling in since early childhood, watching her father dissect and slaughter innocents, a madness that had been her constant companion. This healing drowned her, but she could not die, her brain cells healing as soon as they died. It gave her a conscience.
Mia screams and sobs, as she looks at the thousands, billions of people she'd tortured, the personal, psychotic relation between victim and torturer, the horrifyingly elaborate methods she had used, considered a work of art. The faces of the dead filled her eyes, screaming for mercy, as well as her memories of her own pleasure at the sight. She had slowly flawed children, removing their skin bit by bit, and forcing them to eat it, she had broken every human body in the bodies of so many men and women that her torn mind couldn't count them. As the water left the room, the curled into a small ball, hugging her legs, eyes wide. She cried, sobbing in a cataconic state, pierced with occasional bouts of screaming. Too much horror to ever get used to, to ever adapt to.
Healing. To restore what had been lost. To Mia, it was Hell.
Stein's mind had been clear once, and as he was hit with the wave of water, his mind was once more restored. he could think clearly, and see clearly what he needed to do. He had committed many evils, but he could deal with what he had done. He had been filled with insanity even before he'd gone over the edge, living on the knife point of sanity that had remained in his soul. It was a state natural to him, in a way, and yet, the simple touch of this magical water wiped it all away. His eyes were clear, and yet, he knew, he was not yet out of the water, figuratively speaking.
Within Stein dwelt the soul of the Kishin, the Demon God, that had once challenged the rule of the God of Death. He had slain the Demon God, the being that had dared harm his family, and absorbed it's soul. A being of pure insanity, carved into his very existence. The water flooded over it, and yet, nothing could cure the Kishin's Madness, for it was the state in which is belonged. The Kishin was a representation of madness itself, the materialization of a concept, and insanity was no affliction or disease for it, but rather it's natural state. As such. Stein was only partially cleansed, leaving him with half of a soul willing him to go to ever further depths of insanity.
Stein looked up at Gilgamesh. It was a look that could somehow convey a spectrum of emotions, ranging from hope and amazement to hate and disgust. He was confused, of course, his mind driven to chaos by the conflict within his soul. Part of him wanted to slice into the nearest victim, devoid of all rational thought, and yet a part of him wanted simply to care for his family, to forget his life of horrific sins. And yet, there was one thing both sides of his mind could agree on. One fundamental point, in the core of Sten's soul, that could never be changed.
Someone was hurting Mia.
That motherfucker was going to die.
Stein shouted, as he held out both arms, glowing up with an intense blue aura. He had made plans, of couse. He had placed nuclear bombs near this location, and had planned to simply distract Gilgamesh until he could set them all off, wiping him out completely and utterly with the concentrated force of 10 nukes, a flash of light, impossible to dodge, and then death. However, such plans were forgotten, as Stein's soul resonated with all of his hatred for any who would dare harm his family. "God-Killer Resonance!" The phrase might have been considered corny, to some, who did not know what followed. Stein's soul resonated perfectly with his Kishin side, as well as all the other souls he had implanted into himself, it's power magnifying over a hundredfold, capable of wiping out even the most powerful of Gods. Those nearby would be thrown back, the building being blown apart from the sheer shockwave of such a technique, bricks raining down everywhere, as Stein prepared his most powerful attack, the attack that could completely and utterly destroy the soul of his opponents, no matter how strong or ancient.
He would end Gilgamesh in a single strike.
