[OOC: Apologies, I've been busy with work!]
Without a second glance, Irui stepped into his master's presence and knelt. HIs hands and knees, pressing against ancient stone, felt the grime and gore of the ages--of countless sacrifices and bloody Jashin Rites. The predator's feasting on their prey, the strong consuming the weak. Once these energies had frightened him, frightened him because he did not know better. But fear turned to excitement; the chance to serve a higher power, and feel it in his flesh and blood. Now, Irui smiled because he understood what Mora had promised: The chance to seize his destiny. To not be stifled by dogma and regime.
"Rise Young Spymaster," Mora commanded, with a melody of warmth. "I have need of your skill with Genjutsu...." She trailed, and took the boy in her stride. Irui followed, her bony hand lightly clasping him around the ribs, where she reached out into the blackness. Green eyes followed into the dimming light, to a prison at the far end. Through the gloom, the vague figure of a human lurked-- bloodied and soiled.
Reflexively, he inhaled and caught the cloying stench of urine, of unwashed bodies. It hung thick in the air, mingling with mildew and dust.
"That boy you see in that prison over there is nephew to the Daimyou of Lightning Country." She spoke in a quiet tone. "We have taken him prisoner in order to achieve certain assurances. Unfortunately, it won't do us any good if people come to suspect the Church as being involved in kidnapping. I need you to focus and utilize your talent with Genjutsu to insert some false memories in his mind. We're going to blame this on the Buddhists and so I need you to make him think that he has been harassed, stalked, and bullied by members of the local Buddhist Temple."
He looked to the woman, studying her from within the folds of his hood, and then he settled on the man. Here again, he saw her promise fulfilled: through Jashin he found strength. Like a mother lion offering prey to her children, Irui would feed his hunger. "It will be done."
Irui crossed to the cell, his steps echoing off the walls. Deftly, he sent a spark of electricity scattering to the torches along the wall. With a pop and crackle, lightning birthed flame, splashing crude light across the floor. He stopped before the rust-coated cell bars, his eyes settling on the Prisoner. He had no name, no authority to speak of in the presence of the Church. Regardless of title or wealth, all men and women bled the same.
Hands wove signs, Snake and Rat, chakra gathered in his core.
"Poor thing," He purred, looking over the contraption. "You've been down here some time..." Irui paused and grinned. It was a shame this one had been cut off from sight and sound: they were such delicate, precious senses. He closed his eyes, allowing the dungeon's own darkness to swallow him, and from there his Yin Release drew inspiration from its horrors. Like a surgeon, it sliced into the Prisoner's mind, peeling back layer after layer, reaching deep into his thoughts to grasp the darkest, most horrid nightmares and wrenched them to the surface.
In the darkness of the dungeon, his eyes and ears covered, fear would reign, uncontrolled as it surged to the forefront of the mind. Blind and deaf, cut off from all comfort and hope, Irui would break this one, and subsume him.
Used "Hell Viewing Technique" (D-rank)
Note: Describes allowing the caster to pull out and manifest the Victim's worst fears.