Someone- Look, don't like it, don't read it. And you don't even have the guts to log in.

Paska- You just lost a lot of money-True, I used to hate Ashlein, but now I'm pretty indifferent towards her.

Sage- You'd be surprised, really. A lot of people like the Janovah series, though a lot of fans aren't registered here. Just look at Deviant Art.

Once again, nameless, stupid anonymous flaming. I pity your jealousy.

DeathIsSweeterThanHoney: Thank you so much.

Silver Haku: Thanks a lot for the support man. I really appreciate the things you said.

And also, I completed Janovah 3 a very long time ago, but I'm going to be editing, to make the dialogue like this:

Dude said, "How now brown cow?"

Instead of:

Dude: How now brown cow?

Part Two: Without a Soul

Breathe

Samonuske awakened to the dim light in her cell. It was a small, crampt room, made of dark puplish stone. She lay scrunched in an uncomfortable position, but not really caring. Her gastly, pitch black hair draped over her shoulders. Her grey-blue eyes only carried the faintest hint of life. Her wrists bound by black, rusty shackles that had been chained to the wall. Her skin was paled, but still a milky harmony that still showed tell-tale color, a sort of dun color from the past. Her lengthened nails were sharpened and painted black on a daily basis. Her clothes were dirty and torn. Just a black slip dress.

Samonsuke tried to move, but the chains made noise. Noise was not good. She hissed a warning to the sound. But it was too late, the noise caught the attention of Master. Master...was he good or evil? He hurt her, physically and emotionally, but provided shelter. And she had no will. Just a message set in stone, she was worthless. Nothing to live for. Nobody loved her. Nobody cared if she lived or died. But Master said she must love him and obey him or she would pay the price. Did she love Master? Of course. Samonuske must obey Master. Master knows all. She was just a silly creature.

Rin: My pet, you're finally awake.

Samonsuke tried to remember what was supposed to come next. She wasn't good at remembering.

Rin: Samonuske, my slave. Whom do you serve?

Oh yeah, that. Dare she hesitate? But her answer was fast, she could not control the impulse. Her voice was weak and as inconfident as ever.

Samonuske: Master...
Rin: That's right, you are worthless, put here to serve me and love me without question.

But was that really true? Of course...stupid, ignorant Samonuske.

Rin: You have work to do.

The rusty, metal door slid open, to reveal a creature somewhat like her. Tall, extremely pale. Ghostly white, dead looking. His skin was not tranquil and beautiful like Samonuske's. Where his right eye should be was a gaping hole, and his face looked as though it had be torn and resewn.

(A/N: Usually I do not break in with these, but for those who will no doubt get confused, Rin is in his Denzian form)

With ghost-like and uncaring movements, he unhooked the chain of the shackles that was attached to the walls. With a heavy jerk, Samonuske obeyed quickly. Before she would be introduced to her work, she had to be punished. Punished for existing. Punished for her burdens on them. She was lead...or dragged...to a dark chamber. She stood boldly, despite the pain that awaited. Master had his whip ready. He slipped black fabric over her eyes. Samonuske's other senses came into tune. She felt a chill as her clothes were slipped off.

Pain began to strike her body as the whip did its work. Blood was trickiling omninously down her body. Master's lust consumed him and eventually overcame him. He pounced like an animal, wrapping his arms around Samonuske's body. She did not retaliate, despite how she hated it. She suddenly cursed herself. Master wanted it. She had to give Master what he wanted. She had-no, WANTED-to serve Master. She loved Master...right? She cursed herself again. Yes! Master is forever wise.

Master molested her for an hour that seemed like a lifetime. Finally her released his death grip to see if she would run or retaliate, but she did neither. If she disobeyed, only more would await her. Her arm was taken in a cold, clammy hand. She was lifted and lead to another room. Her blindfold was removed as she looked before a mirror. A slender, naked body showed with blood staining her hips and back.

Over a process of an hour, she was transformed again. The same black substance stained her hair pure black again. Hot iron objects sleeked it back and it was pulled into a painfully tight tail. Black war paint was applied to her eyes. White powder removed the tell-tale color from her complexion. She was given a new outfit. A long, blood-red dress-like shirt and black leather pants, and black steel-tipped boots. As the assistants finished outfitting Samonuske, Master laughed.

Rin: Totally unrecognizable. I want to make one change, so they know it's her.

Somebody knew her? Who? Her head and arms were held as a burning sensation coursed through her veins. It was not a scream, but more of an indistinct howl. Soon, the burning stopped. She peeked into the mirror and saw a strange symbol on her cheek. It strangely resembled a yin yang. She gasped, something flashed in her head. A yellow haired girl was kissing a brown-haired man. He was good-looking...It flashed away. What was that? Who were they?

Rin: Samonuske, my pet. Your prey is this.

He held a picture to my face. It was the man from the image in my mind. His braids were long, longer than her hair. The face...it seemed warm, and welcoming.

Rin: Break him.

It must be an illusion. Master wants him broken. If Master wants him broken, then Samonuske will see it done.