I live in a world.
It's all mine.
I alone am a god.
All of them wish for a speck of me.
Me.
Me.
Me.
ME.
I must give back.
I must give back.
I gave my bones.
I gave my bones.
I gave my flesh.
I gave my bones.
I gave my heroics.
I gave my heroics.
I gave my–
I gave my–
I gave my–
I gave my–
I gave my–
I gave my–
I gave my–
"I'm a bit prideful."
….
"Arrogance is my go to."
….
"It's fine to not give back."
….
"That's cold. Cold and lonely in winter."
….
"I am evil."
I was.
"I am good."
I was.
"I hate myself. I love myself."
Did I?
"I ruined lives for what? Fun. I wanted fun."
That's true.
"I was never a good person. I wasn't really evil. If I was, I would do things on that scale everyday. But I don't."
What was it for.
"I'm not good, bad. I'm just that weird grey I stubbornly insist."
I see that every day.
"I want to be special."
Why?
"In fact I would probably do murder for it? Ah well, that didn't happen. Societal norms. It wouldn't be my own if I got it that way too."
…Right.
"I wasn't special. I just had a dream. So. Why are you special?"
Because I was born with it.
Because that's how it was.
"I'm full of greed. I wanted to see everything."
….
"So much importance. There were three, but now there's one. And yet that last one is far more important than others."
I.
"A decision game. One and keep going. But you have so many. Happy?"
…No.
"I can see so much and so little. I know everything and know nothing. Then why do I want more?"
It was a sin.
A sin.
"I am flawed. I want to make a deal."
I am not virtuous.
"Really there's one option, Win. But you failed. I like to be a bit optimistic at random times, so there's four."
Is there now?
"My deal is I want . As this is fair, you can ask something of me."
…
"What do you want?"
….
….
" ."
"It's fair. And when fair, equality is natural."
Yeah I get that.
"For fun, we'll do the same thing."
What is that.
"I'm gonna crush your heart."
████ grinned even more.
Ha.
"Ha…ha….ha…ha…hah…."
I barely stood up.
That's so stupid.
But it's four options right?
I don't care about those.
I don't care about anyone else.
I hate them.
I love only what I want and like.
"Then…."
"It's easy! Well I made it easy?"
Biology doesn't work like that you–
…It's fine.
"I…"
"...I….acc…ept…!"
— —
How should this go….
I fiddled with the pen.
The rows upon rows of names, actions, sequences, futures, laid out before me.
So, I wrote Marman Vaken.
What after that is kind of blank.
And thinking is quite hard when I'm…
"Nothing can save you!"
For an old man, he's got quite the vigor.
Though his eyes are bulging far too much.
"Foolishness to divert your attention!"
The whateverthatmagicthingis launched towards me.
That's too long.
I sidestepped it after stopping time.
Really. My own grandpa isn't this fast in trying to smack kiddie me's ass.
The shadows curved and penetrated deep into my ne–aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhho–oooooolllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyy SHIT WHY DOES IT HURT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
NEGATE PAIN MY FUCKING TOODLES IT DOES JACK SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEIIIT!!!!!!
"Death is the only deserving for coveting what is rightfully mine."
Sigh…
My body fell after losing control.
Convulsing and leaking extraordinary amounts of blood.
Fighting by myself is legit, a fuckfest.
'You can win. It always happens if asked after all.'
For such words loooooook at me.
"Golden Blood."
Congratulations.
Noticed just now?
But for someone like that, I see greed.
I'm as good as dead.
I lost to the king of dreams.
Accept.
Compromise.
Defy.
"What is golden blood?"
The old man's face hardened and preemptively went for a strike.
"What is it?"
I know.
I don't know.
Stalling?
I would neeeeeever.
The shadows failed as the ice created blocked it.
Too many thoughts?
I sneered at the simmering fury.
"It's mine, mine! It's all mine! Everything! EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING IS MINE!!!!!!! IT'S ALL FOR ME!!!!! EVERY WORLD IS MY DAMN BITCH!"
I can't help but laugh each day.
I'll take it.
It's mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine!
Confused? Startled?
"Why does fate test you. Why does it?"
I walked around the old man who vigilantly eyed me.
"I for one, think it's a fucking dog barking and biting at me."
The old man waited for any sign to break through and power over.
My blood kept dripping.
Keep waiting.
"When it does, what I want to do is to tear it to pieces."
"...!"
Surprisingly the old man was sharp enough to gauge the exact spot.
I leaped back and twirled the longsword.
I like to call it Der Stolz.
This reminds me of a game.
Like a duel or a wary clash.
Either way I'll still win.
You know, when I stop time, everything starts to gray.
Like a certain man who spouts the goofiest comparison metaphors.
Hey though.
"I can show it."
I slashed again but was just deflected.
Spinning the knife right into the abdomen was far easier.
"Kgh..!"
Back into the gray I go ooooo!!!!!! I'm a ghost!!!!!
"Then again, I'm just playin around." I stepped out of it. "It could be a one and done section. Buuuuuuuuuuut! " I raised my hand.
The ice rose again.
"Whatever I say goes! It's all for me after all!"
"...Arrogance with no bounds will be your undoing."
"Don't care! It's mine! I am the greatest being alive! No one is allowed except me to change it! I am the RULER, my will is everyone's will!"
Seeing a reflection yet?
No?
Okay…
"If I can kill everyone, If I can rule over everyone, If I can decide death. It means it's for me. Hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…"
Hehe.
Heheheheh.
I want to strangle.
I want to have it all.
I want to see suffering.
I want to see their power in my hands.
Reiterating much?
"Ever wonder what the coincidence is? Why I'm here?"
The old man's eyes narrowed.
Then sparkled in frustration.
Each strike was infused with force to probably rip my arms off and send it to space.
"Insolence!"
Picky much?
"Were it not for means for a lunatic, the grave would have consumed you!"
I think that's missing me four times over.
But strange wording.
…My throat is still dripping blood.
Once again Der Stolz got deflected.
However, the mentally challenged swordsmanship learned!
When it was deflected it spun into a reverse grip, and I sidestepped and plunged it just right.
Unfortunately, it's now left in there.
My Stolz is gone! Oh my Stolz!
Get it?
Lucky me.
I have two things left.
I like to spin the knife in my right hand.
Drawing forth the second sword, the weird fucking japanese sword in a medieval fantasy.
…I still have no idea how they had it.
I counted each red fibre, each 'Gold' one. Or yellow. Take your pick.
Ah yes, the guard so I don't slit my hand.
It's scabbard isn't really important other than it's gilded.
However!
The blade itself was a wavy mesh of sharpened Red and Gold.
"I wield ye bones to utterly crush, destroy."
Thus it was called Rubrem et Aurum.
And when I give it a name, it means I am better than you.
Heh.
"..."
Burn with hatred.
Relish the pain.
I swung once again.
I swung again, again, again, again, again.
"Try harder!"
Each flaying resulted in a bad position for the old man.
One sided?
Why would that be a thing?
It should be a lowly bug under my feet.
"Hgh!"
I threw the knife and squarely hit the shoulder.
Finally, after many spots hitting the same spot, I slashed through the shadow.
"H…ow?!"
I grabbed the knife and dragged it across the pompous clothing the old man had.
Quickly throwing Rubrem et Aurum to the ceiling, I reached out for Stolz.
"What a failure."
I ripped both of them out of the old man.
"Tsk tsk. This is why it should be mine."
A dying old man struggling to hold on.
Condensing any whispers left.
Yeehaw.
Well these aren't needed anymore.
In the sheathes they go.
"That's a niiiiiice crown."
Gasping for breath yet still not wanting to give up, feebly trying to stop me.
Guess it's time.
"Wow, that's a throne born from a lot of taxes."
Is mine now!!!!!!
I sat down and crossed my legs. Spinning the crown with my finger and judging the old man.
"It was inevitable. Destiny has judged the path. It has been walked accordingly."
Why say this? Oh you old poor, poor man.
"Why is it mine? What is golden blood? Coincidence?"
The blood I spilt raised itself in the air. Forming chains trapping the King.
They rattled and rattled. Annoyingly.
"Blame a particular guy who annoyed the friend." more like adhering but whatever.
"Y…o….u…!"
"My my. No need for such a thing. Oh wait. There is."
Where was I again?
Right.
I opened it.
It flipped to his page.
"When a kingdom is born, it can die just as easily. Tiny, weak, but able to wield so much. Becoming light. Becoming dark."
The crown formed into the pen I had earlier.
"It was inevitable. For that was the sister of Destiny, Fate chose it as the final event."
The door opening with those knights held back, my wonderful audience.
I fiddled with the pen.
There's not much to say.
I can write however I please.
"I am the god who holds everything. Everything! I can have everything!" I slammed the armrest. "You have only a kingdom! I have the grace of the stars! It's only natural that I win. So so weak."
The faces of the knights distort while the King's eyes change into what I believe is the emptiness of the heart.
"The fate of everyone is to fall into the hell I want. What I WANT. PRIDE? IT IS ALL PRIDE!! ARROGANCE!? GREED?! HAHAHAHA I'VE GONE INSANE!!!!!!!"
What is the choice left?
"Likewise I'm sane. No need to fret. My love saves no one."
It's in my hands.
"So let's have your fate be a fun one. What should I write in it~?"
— —
What a paaaaaaaain.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
I got spun around by his whip and once I reached maximum speed, I got flung in the direction of the person named Anya or whatever.
Zooming, I dug the knife in the shoulder. And used the rest of the momentum into doing a somersault and slamming the woman into the ground.
"Kugh–!"
I landed on my feet afterwards.
"Thank you! Thank you! I eat ramen out of a tent every Tuesday!"
I bowed.
And that's that.
"Whew. That was fun."
What do you mean fun.
I got fucking thrown like a child gettin beaten by their father.
"Ey, don't gimme that. Yer fine."
"It's fine because to you, it doesn't do anything."
"No really. It's not."
I looked at my ankle.
Besides being slightly ripped it looks fine.
"Bruh."
That whip is a danger that if you get hit once, even if skimmed, you get poisoned.
Get tightened in it?
It melts your flesh.
Including anything in it.
And it looks like a rose with it's thorns.
"Anyways, let's move on."
"Wait, I thought that was it."
"Naw, it was this, then you get kidnapped, then we do a face reveal, then it was a molding of memory, then uhhhh…"
This son of a bitch.
I kicked him in the shin.
"FU–AGH!!!!"
He stared at me.
I stared at him.
He punched me.
I punched him.
He shoved me.
I shoved him.
"Think you're slick eh?"
"Better than you."
"CMERE!!!!! IMMA CREMATE THE LEFTOVERS!!!"
"EAT SHIT FUCKER! TOMORROWS THE RETIREMENT HOME!!!!!"
****
"Oi oi oi. What's with that look?"
"Tch. Princey's delusional."
"Damn my lips hurt."
"Your fault."
"My fault? Hey hey, look at you melonhead!"
"I prefer the painting."
"Woulda been folded like an omelette. And that omelette would be on the floor."
The fuck?
"Can't catch these hands shiteater."
"..."
Ha! Can't say anythin cuz it's true!
"Little birdy over there wants to talk to you."
"FUCK NO I'M NOT LOOKING."
Last time I got my head hit with a stop sign.
Princey had a face resembling seeing madmen.
Like that's true with me.
████ cracked his fingers.
"W~hell. What to do. What to do."
"Dig into your asscrack and eat shit."
He slowly turned his head towards me.
"Suck a dick too."
I gave a thumbs up.
'Ah damn.'
As I tried pulling my head out of the ground, he spoke.
"Well there isn't much else to do… I can maybe…"
After much trying I landed on my butt.
"By the way, that's opening." I pointed at it.
"What."
The space I cut open in a line extended into a wider longer slit.
"You stupid son of a– I can't anymore."
Princey blankly stared at me.
His face becomes paler with every moment.
"Your…Majesty…!"
Well I didn't kill them.
Incapacitation was merely what I did.
The chains tying them down didn't allow them to move.
The power of Gold!
"Ah, I'm so smart."
"No you're not."
Fuckface mcGee is a liar.
"What….what was that for?"
I scratched my stomach as I crossed my legs while laying down.
"Hey answer."
"Yes sir…" I said lazily.
████ paced around while looking at the slit.
"Be specific. Which part?"
"...Everything."
"Well, I give up." I raised my hands.
"Man, this is not easy guessing…" ████ said.
I sighed.
"I hide my face because that's how it is." I closed my eyes while thinking.
"You… fought…. Then…"
"Ah that's cuz I can beat that mans ass any time."
"No you can't."
"Yuh uh."
"Maaaaaaaan shut yo–"
Puzzled?
For all we're worth. Neither of us are anything special.
"Fear him? Haha. No. Why should I? My alter ego may, but why should I? I do what I want."
I looked at Princey.
An utter sheer look as if seeing something not human.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!! Bro, look at his face! What does he see in me? A magnanimous person? Pssh."
"I like to say you're a pain."
"That's what you say."
"The face."
"Hm."
"It doesn't change."
Well I look dull at times.
A perfect painting describing everything.
"You really must have some resilience if you can think properly."
"Wait really?"
"Motherfucker you're SUPPOSED to know!"
"Hey. I've been busy."
"You were watching tv yesterday while eating chips."
"I was busy. What do you want me to do."
"Vivid."
I glance at Princey.
"So vivid."
Whaddya mean by that.
"Colourful to that."
What.
Colorful?
"Bro, what does he mean by that."
"It's just expressions."
…Everyone does that.
Except kuudures!
…yyyeah. Said with little y.
"Ohhh my brain isn't working." I scratched my head.
I started getting up after looking at the rift.
"All the stuff before? Ah, I was just lying."
I climbed ████' shoulders.
"What are you doing."
"I'm just this guy's friend."
"Do nat believe dat."
"Best friend?"
I stood straight on his shoulders.
"Get off."
"Nah."
"Bruh."
"I'm a superhero! The greatest one in existence!" I exclaimed with a smile.
"The eyes…"
What about them.
"Eh, so it's like…. No, is it…?" ████ mused.
I calleth the danger, a ruined man, withered by time, it was you, calling it vengeance.
"And only until I'm dead, will you keep appearing."
The love wished was not given, wanting even a speck. Tainted was it, returning to the fall of nature. Rise once again for hatred. Vanity for the superior.
"Rule over the skies once more, decreeing the mortal god."
Beckon beyond the river, I saw the wishful thinking of happiness. See them dearly, marching with vigor. Lifelessness echoes in the shadows.
"The haunting begins again, believe in I, satisfaction hollow with memories of history."
Hm.
"I hate you."
Uh-huh.
"I love you too buddy." I squatted and patted his head.
What.
"It's fine. I made that shit up."
"Dude."
"It's fiiiiiiiine, fine."
It'll just be a normal hour.
Though after the cut away?
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Let's not think about it.
I might break my head if I do.
"Besides, shouldn't you be guessing?"
"...."
Oh and there's Princey too.
But I think the guy is unconscious now due to blood loss.
Liver be with me.
While I'm not certified as a Londoner shanker, it was somewhere near an artery.
…I'm sure he's fine.
"Hey."
"..."
"It's going to crumble, isn't it?"
"...."
I can't see his face from this angle. I sat on his shoulders and leaned my head over his.
"...."
"...."
You piece of actual shit.
Couldn't help but sneer.
How far can it go?
Well it's the registration order.
The Star appeared.
— —
Strange things are happening.
Well not really.
Well actually.
It's hard to describe.
Does it affect me?
Uh, no.
The world spirals to some sort of… conclusion.
It's happening while they're in charge.
Where did he go bruh.
I'm stuck here writing crap not in my zone again.
Great minds think alike in giving me tasks about taxes.
I'm being defiled by two utterly horrendous bosses.
More like one but aaaaaaaaaahhh words can be twisted.
He, but with an S.
See?
Now I twisted it.
Anyway, most departments ignore it as it's not their jurisdiction.
Though I've been dumped with the clean up work.
What am I. Some fucking get out of jail free dispenser?
I hate her just as I hate him.
They make me wanna kill myself.
…Where was I?
Oh.
Conclusion.
Pretending I never ranted, I gloated in my perfect record as I recalled the mute child.
Eh, she's probably older than me. But.
Fuck thaaaaaaat.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Valore Division | Log: Member Incarceration background
Name: Val
S: F
Age: 46
Rank: Burning Wing
Alias(s): The Face of The Department | Green Marker | The Sculpted Vessel
Type(s): N/A
Abilities/Skills: "Magic" | Training (Hardened) | Pathfinding | Firearm Proficiency (Swift marksman) | Comprehension (Mind Reading fleeting/temporary) | Marketable (Very)
Equipment: Modified Open Eyes/"The Seeker"
P.O.B: Progenitor knows where. First appearance was from Peace Academy.
Personality: Mute. Irregular. Depressed. Expressive. Invisible.
History, Childhood: Nothing is known.
History, Peace Academy: Nothing is known.
History, Valorie Division: A target designated specifically by The Progenitor. The reason is unknown. After Aeternos was separated from the possessor, both joined as their wish.
Involvement started after basic training. Once again, targeted importantly by the avatars of usurpers. As the key for something. The Progenitor knows however.
Incarcerated after failing to adhere to the principles established.
(This is summarized for reading.)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It's fun times I say. Fun.
For several years. Ugh.
I age by one and these guys only match that for every two years.
Someone let me go home.
I wanna sleep.
Putting away my complaints, it all started with the second department.
They're in the fucko zone after all the crap we had to deal with.
Other representatives are starting to complain about the very obvious leniency.
Most of it originated from this member.
Val no last name.
I want to strangle this bitch.
Do your job.
I do mine.
"Why are you breaking it now!?!?"
I have to do overwork for the next five days!!!!!!!
Five!
Fucking!
Nights!
I might as well be the ghost in the bear because I want to burn down eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeverything!!!!!!
Yeah I get that god or whatever wants you but I don't give a fuck.
But at least be consistent like false messenger fuckface mcGee.
Well.
He's not much better.
But one percent more is one percent more.
Now as I'm stuck with it, I have to go to the countries involved and apologize, negotiate….
Maaaaaaan.
I don wanna.
This some scooby doo bullshit.
I want nothing more than to relax.
And thus we come full circle.
The showdown between one girl and gods.
No, fuck me why do I have to deal with the fallout?
—**—
I recently have been pestered.
Strange wording on the day when he came back.
I looked at the bottles on the floor.
Ehhhh let's just say I had too much.
Two people.
Derek and Selena from The Hunted.
Why?
I don't know.
But they ask me about my time as the piece of a board on that shitstorm of a fantasy world.
You fuck up five times with five protagonists is, at that point, just give up.
The better term would be Rofan.
I threw the bottle and grabbed another one.
It rolled around with the others.
Can't say I was surprised when he brought something back.
He just stared at it.
With eyes giving an indecipherable look.
Am I drunk?
Maybe?
Adults can do whatever…!
Little Timmy does not know the woes of my paycheck flying away.
…I don't even get paid.
Pushing that aside, they asked me about my journey.
"It was shit."
"What."
One of the worst experiences I could have.
Technically, if it were someone else, the perspective would shift. Becoming probably better than what I went through.
I didn't get a good grasp on things.
I was just.
Lucky.
Sure, I can say so much. I can curse.
But I lost myself.
Laundry be damned, I was dried in the sun.
What did I call it?
A curse.
What you didn't want it?
Aish, you picky.
Though I understand at this point.
What is the point if the cage is your life?
My lifeline blending and seeping into each unnecessary thing.
And when he came back he told me something.
"You were consumed by emotion."
I wasn't sure why he told that to me.
At the time I was suffocating at work. Well not really, I was just being lazy.
"You were not facing it fully. Hiding behind the mirror. Saying this yet it ran hollow. Doing this but it made no sense. Contradictory compromise consuming you."
I joke maybe a few times.
I may not be good at it. I say strange stuff for shock value. So fun. Though it can be true I do say and take back things.
"You had been consumed by indifference. Superiority."
I really didn't understand when he said this.
What was this a joke?
"Ah, so that's what would've happened to me."
My success.
The very core instilled.
I did not win in any way.
I lost in all three.
…But was anything left.
I lost, but I still "succeeded".
What were the events?
There, I was just in the circle.
I lost my time and everything in success.
I lost my life and everything in success.
I lost my personality and everything in success.
How did I "succeed"?
A 100% accuracy in it.
Realistically, a human or anything shouldn't have it.
"Realistically".
Tread on the concept.
Where my path was, with Destiny.
I was where I was to go.
Probability?
It doesn't exist.
After all, I'm just a fake person. A script read out in all of eternity.
It won't change even at this moment.
It will stay locked forever.
That's just like the past.
Then what are the chances?
The dice roll, with Fate.
I only had that to blame.
Fate for my success.
Who am I.
Not real.
The Failure of Fate.
— —
Well there it goes.
Thank you me.
The mask crumbles.
"The Third's role is over."
Sigh.
I'll have to get a new one.
If only the component was different.
I'm not a master craftsman but a mask shouldn't crumble due to roles.
I formed armor with Gold.
"Enter Kelsey ████."
The light seemed to only further invigorate them.
Maaaaan why do I have to say things like this.
When they came out, for a split second the ice reflected them.
Dressed in modern clothing, the hoodie drenched in red. Dust covering everything. It looked worn out.
The look was madness.
Then joy sprouted.
The red eyes full of glee.
The dirtied hand rose to reach.
Ultimately surprise and rage were left.
Disappearing.
The hunter had the target in it's eyes.
Blackened fire coursing in the veins.
The shadow of a man respected.
That would've been the path.
My eyes turned to him.
Though that path is long gone now.
The second to come out was a resident bordering on both planes of existence.
The regal dress was made with fine silk.
It was plain, but outstanding.
The pale color gave the ever ghastly look of the ethereal eyes a more benevolent look.
The green eyes see straight through everything. Staring at the concept of the soul.
An ornament hung at the hair.
Reminiscent of life.
Exasperation and downright complaining stopped upon the soul with a thousand lies.
Pleasant happiness.
Unwillful discharge not fought back.
Like the other, fizzling out with emotions.
Worry and hesitance.
Action and bravery.
The smile resembled that of pretending.
Passionate yet deceptive.
Only to the partial remains of itself.
Die Krankheit.
It stays forever.
Despite that, the skeleton with partial flesh felt a happiness. From lying or seeing, I can't say.
The last one had arrogance to it's very core.
The attire noble and full of all manners of shiny.
The look was prideful, the only way to see was to raise your head. Praying there was no judgement for doing so.
Pretense was in the face.
Just like the tyrant who had everything. Boredom seeping into everywhere.
The crown lazily strewn on the head.
The eyes dilated.
The mystical eyes with orange and blue believed the day would never come.
Trying to reach it with a desire.
Vanishing with an unshakeable aura, unwilling to accept it.
Haah….
I rubbed my face.
The two horns and the scales clearly told me what this thing is.
I guess he really meant that earlier.
Tch.
Though it wasn't very exact.
The hunter brought from the memory of when a massacre despaired one boy to fight until it was inflicted back.
The weakly tethered living dead who mistaken the passing of themselves and family in both places.
The dragon heartbroken, returning to instincts by the light it never got. Reforged as the feelings spilled and led to the king's birth.
I know what he's going to say.
I know he's turning his head right now.
"Not my fault."
I readied my hand.
How do these correlate to the scene?
They don't.
It correlates to him.
████.
"I'm gonna see the show of a lifetime…" he breathed in. "Weeeeeeeeelcome my lovely showrunners!!!"
Reactions were mixed to say the least.
The bolt nearly crushed his head.
"Wow, rude."
He fiddled with his pocket.
"Today's not about me, my fine gentlemen! Hear ye, hear ye! My good pal Taeno here, will be filing a restraining order."
He put his hand on my shoulder.
"You get dragoon."
"What."
"Ah but of course, free admissions."
He put on both brass knuckles.
"So, let's see how entertaining you are!!!" he started laughing.
The knuckles slammed into each other again.
Immediately all three went for him.
Bad blood stays inside.
Disrupting all of them by flowing ice in between them was easy.
It's not about me.
–Clang!
Well it didn't work.
Poly here wasn't fazed.
Fun, fact, I got my arm nearly ripped.
My legs barely kept me from standing. I was pushed away far too easily.
Poly narrowed their eyes.
Though I went through the frozen time just to appear on this side, scales of power can be a lack of a better term, strange.
Systems by themselves interfered with.
No likey, they say.
"Stay out of it."
"Can do!" I said flatly.
–Zw-w-w-wooong…
Wow, that was pathetic.
Sadly Rubrem et Aurum was deflected with such a meager force.
Facts are, I'm like, weaker than my 19 year old self.
The wind cutted through the ice like it was paper.
"This is cheeeeaaaatiiiing."
The claws from Poly were effectively making ninety nine percent of my attacks moot.
I rolled to the left as the entire ground was ripped by those claws.
I gotta be paid more for this.
The spot Poly was in, was struck from all ground angles I could do. Fucker didn't really care as he flew just a bit higher than that.
However, a plan is a failure only when all of it doesn't work.
The wires brought a chunk of ice that narrowly missed Poly.
With the distraction, I climbed the ice right as they turned to look at me.
"What a bust."
I swung and still missed.
What is this, dude…
"Well fuck."
"If you did nothing. Mercy would have been given."
There goes my heart.
–Splat.
Collapsing, I woefully tried my best.
Poly flew to where ████ was and started ganking him.
"Now, now gentlemen I'm sure we can talk this out!"
"Sigh." blood from my now ripped lung was starting to come up.
"PLEASE!! Am showwy?"
No, I'm not getting up.
.
I'm dead.
..
Really.
…
" ?"
" ."
" . ."
" ."
" ."
" ."
" ."
"... ."
" ' ."[1]
"..."
…
But as always, who was it.
..
There is no one.
.
I am not real.
How do I know that?
I don't.
So many concepts.
"This was just a short segment." I sighed again.
They stared at me as I tried to stand up.
Fuckface mcGee is dead.
His head now has a wonderful new ornament sticking out from his face.
The smile is still there.
How can people be so stupid at times?
"Move."
The hunter readied another bolt.
Die Kankheit grasped another anchor.
Le Roi had his hand twitch in mockery.
Now it was the end.
Fun.
Fun.
Fun.
Fun!
I opened the book.
"What do you think it's called?"
They instantly tore out my body.
I died.
"It's real funny. But."
My head was crushed.
I died.
"Really, let someone speak. Freedom of speech."
My chest became caved in.
I died.
"More of sadness. It won't work."
Though it fucking hurts.
My lips twitch.
My arm got blown off as I countered.
I died.
Alright there were many lies.
"Never said it was the truth."
My body was cut into pieces.
I died.
What does it mean to me?
Everything and nothing.
Why is it repeating?
I died.
Not there yet.
"Eh, maybe it was for this exact reason."
It wasn't good enough.
Reasonable?
How should I know.
Hey ho though.
I can do it.
I will do it.
I'll see to it.
"Cue the main theme of something."
I stood up again.
They had rather complicated feelings.
To prove a point, it's best to have it both ready and evidence for it.
So then.
Rid yourself of any notion.
It will be for me.
It was for me.
I am the greatest.
I was chosen.
You were not.
Keep spouting nonsense.
I hit my head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I got it.
I scratched my head and face.
It's all for me.
Pretentious? No. I am the one who has.
The cards are in my hands.
Very long?
No.
"It's mine! I own it! You can do nothing! I am a GOD!!!!!! WHERE!!!!! Was! You?!"
Lost it.
Well switcheroo.
"Yep that's right. Ah, you were gone. Dead in a sad, lonely gutter. So much for anyone to get this guy."
The hunter shot another bolt.
"No, no, that's not allowed. It's my turn alright?"
"?!"
"Listen up." I breathed in. "Gimme a sec. There was something before."
Ah, right.
"He won't be gone. Ah, he ruined it. So whaaaat."
"What do you know." the hunter growled.
"Hey hey." I smiled. ""I know everything and nothing.""
This is a problem.
Not the right moment.
…Whatever.
"In fact, the natural course was worse. Well, for me. It's sucky. But what can you do. Ah wait! You're here right now!"
I flipped to a new page.
Won't have the impact but that's mostly his problem.
"My first question. What's this called?"
They lunged at me.
He got up. The star shining indefinitely.
"Well, that is an answer. It's wrong."
How sad.
I'm worth nothing here.
"I like to call it."
But what can you do?
Nothing.
"The Book of Fate."
— — — —
"Well, there was some… technical difficulties." The smiling face of The Host whilst wringing the Assistant with a {help me} sign caused much confusion.
The white haired saw it.
So did everyone.
The face of the Assistant…
Many hearts were captured.
Vulgar yet…alluring.
Even the white haired found themself entangled.
Everything that happened however, was just shrugged off.
The white haired struggled to keep their mind from spinning.
Despite death, the Assistant kept talking.
But here?
Silence.
The Assistant now was silent. As if everything before was a lie.
The Host?
What is The Host? What is all this?
""Nothing.""
[1] God does not like spaces lol