𝙰 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋.
"𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎..."
“No…”
His words were a hiss, a scowl, a concentrated burst of defiance against the nothingness in his thoughts.
“No.”
The Lord-President’s fists -
"I AM THE END OF THE CYCLE"
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜... 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍...
𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝... will ever exist...
𝙰 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋.
"𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎..."
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.
Selflessness.
"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖... 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎..."
"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖... 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎..."
A sigh escaped the demon.
"How long until you fully awaken?"
"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎..."
"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖... 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎..."
"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎..."
He hoped the answer would not be a yes... entropy cycles means at one point everyone dies and then the wheel spins a new.
"𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛... 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗... 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜..."
"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎..."
“Yeah. I guess. Why? Why this? What’s the point you’re trying to make?”
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚢.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗... 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝... 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝?"
"𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛... 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗... 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜..."
"I reckon you're not here to kill me then... not like i could stop you if you are on that level."
"𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝... 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗..."
"𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛... 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗... 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜..."
"𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝... 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗..."
Humility hidden as humor.
"You don't smell nor look as someone i should be snarky with... i reckon, given your words you're far more than what meets the eye... no?"
"𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝... 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗..."
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚢.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗... 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝... 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝?"
Daisy quickly dropped the hoop. Hands brushing against the corrupted steel liquid pouring down her side.
“Press some more buttons. You’ll find out just how lucky I am.”
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚢.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛... 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗... 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝... 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝?"
𝙰 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢.
"𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝... 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜..."
“I see…I’d ask which birth since that could be either the metaphor or literal use of the word…thanks uh…ominous entity.”
𝙰 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢.
"𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝... 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜..."
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍.
“Yeah. Killing whatever the fuck you are.”
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍.
Is there any greater freedom than to choose your own path when you are but a meager speck of sand in creation?
A perk of being insignificant~"
Though he’s certainly more guarded for now.
Bolting upright.
“Who the fu…”
She realised that she was alone.
“What the…”