Sinful Tirade

You would think this is the beginning, but there is no beginnings in the void. There are simply means to an ends and those ends create new beginnings so on and so forth. But it is in your nature to be exponentially curious, so you decide you must find out the mystery on who exactly are you? How would one even start to figure out the identity of someone who has simultaneously existed forever and has never existed, someone who was just born into the world, yet has already lived countless lives? Oh, you proclaim, of course let's start off with some basic characteristics to figure out exactly what you are. For example, would you describe yourself as [[virtuous]], one of [[humility]], one of [[diligence]], [[kindness]], or maybe none of these? Maybe deep down you're quite selfish? It would be in most people's nature. Maybe you were quite [[lazy]] or full of [[yourself]]? Maybe you cast it off your [[sins]] into the world, affecting many people, for better or for worse? Lots of maybe's to dwell on, but you do have eternity after all! Or maybe none of these fit you, and you decide to simply go back to spend the rest of eternity back in the void, never truly remembering or reminiscing. After all that's who [[you]] are right?

Oh, quite prideful of you? Usually those who are virtuous don't believe themselves to be, no? Well, you know yourself best. Now, you can not only have one characteristic as you aren't that one-dimensional, instead you're two-dimensional or so you think. So choose another characteristic that truly suits you. Are you [[virtuously diligent]] ready to try and heroically save those you care about? Are you [[blindly virtuous]] having lost your purpose, turning towards religion keeping a blind eye to the horrors it's caused?

You feel something preventing you from truly seeing your past. It seems your sins have been absolved for now, yet in due time you feel as though they will be grotesquely revealed. But until then you must go back, to [[The True Beginning]].

To be kind is to be foolish... Wow, you take everything seriously apparently. As expected of someone who thinks you are "kind". What even does it mean to be "kind"? Kindness is defined as a selfess act that doesn't benefit the user at all and has a postive effect. Most would believe it is "kind" to give a poor man food, right? Would it be "kind" to give him ale as well? To fuel his addiction keeping him on the streets? You do gain nothing from either giving him the ale or not. Shouldn't you do what is "kind"? Afterall, it'll make him happy right? You would agree is a postive effect no? Ah, you say that no it isn't because it's hurting him in the long run? Well every "kind" act hurts in the long run, no matter how minscule. Giving candy to a kid may seem like a "kind" thing to do, but across their entire life, it could've been the turning point to heart attack. You're arguing that that's cherrypicking and kindness isn't that deep? Maybe. Well the man is going to get it from somewhere right? Does it matter if it's from you or not? Would'nt the "kind" thing be to give him the ale, so he doesn't need to risk his own life or others out of desperation to drink? But aren't you hurting him by giving him it? Oh, you will just devote yourself to rehabitaling him by caring for him? How "kind" of you. But what of the woman that is on the next block? Will you help her too? Or her children? Or the other hundreds all around the city? Can you do all of them? Is your "kindness" only reserved for those specific time where you feel like being "kind"? Or is it limited to those that you know that you can help? What if the man is content with his life? Are you going to "fix" him? ...Maybe you are a fool, but you'll still be "kind" either way.

You're nothing but honest at least, laziness isn't the most positive trait, but I'm sure that you have another trait to add onto it no? You must be some [[lazy savior]] yearning for freedom from those who oppress you. Or a very [[lazy scholar]] trying to unearth the secrets of the world, yet must overcome your own flaws to find the secret to enlightenment? ...What do you mean that you're just very lazy and periodically pass out at random intervals?

Ah, you believe in controlling your own destiny? ? By brutally fighting anything in your path? ...Is there like a specfic reason? You see... Well, the blood on your hands gives you comfort in knowing that you chose this path. That you alone decided to become a killer. No family nor person alive can contain you, or force you to be anything. But...you still fear that loss of control everytime you grip that katana and run into the fray of battle, don't you? (text-colour:black)[|Fate| is a fickle thing, afterall.]

Well... That's concerning if that's the first thing you think of when you think of you. Nevertheless you feel as though a sin truly embodies your very being and it's just a question of which one. Are you consumed by your [[Wrath]], lashing out at anyone who dares stand in your crusade for revenge, even a fragment of yourself?

You would think this is the beginning, but there is no beginnings in the void. There are simply means to an ends and those ends create new beginnings so on and so forth. But it is in your nature to be exponentially curious, so you decide you must find out the mystery on who exactly are you? How would one even start to Figure oUt the identity of someone who has simulTaneously existed forever and has never existed, someone who was just born into the world, yet has already lIved countless Lives? Oh, you proclaim, of course let's start off with some basic characterIstics to figure out exactly what are you. For example, would you describe yourself as [[virtuous]], one of [[humility]], one of [[diligence]], [[kindness]], or maybe none of These? Maybe deep down you're quite selfish? It would be in most people's nature. Maybe you were quite [[lazy]] or [[lost]]? Maybe you cast it off your [[sins]] into the world, affecting many people, for better or for worse? Lots of maybe's to dwell on, but you do have eternity after all! Or maybe none of these fit you, and you decide to simply go back to spend the rest of eternity back in the void, never truly remembering or reminiscing. After all that's who [[You]] are right?

You would think this is the beginning, but there is no beginnings in the void. There are simply means to an ends and those ends create new beginnings so on and so forth. But it is in your nature to be exponentially curious, so you decide you must find out the mystery on who exactly are you? How would one even start to figure out the identity of someone who has simultaneously existed forever and has never existed, someone who was just born into the world, yet has already lived countless lives? Oh, you proclaim, of course let's start off with some basic characteristics to figure out exactly what are you. For example, would you describe yourself as [[virtuous]], one of [[humility]], one of [[diligence]], [[kindness]], or maybe none of these? Maybe deep down you're quite selfish? It would be in most people's nature. Maybe you were quite [[lazy]] or very full of [[yourself]]? Maybe you cast it off your [[sins]] into the world, affecting many people, for better or for worse? Lots of maybe's to dwell on, but you do have eternity after all! Or maybe none of these fit you, and you decide to simply go back to spend the rest of eternity back in the void, never truly remembering or reminiscing. After all that's who [[yOu]] are right?

You would think this is the beginning, but there is no beginnings in the void. There are simply means to an ends and those ends create new beginnings so on and so forth. But it is in your nature to be (text-rotate-x:183)[ex]ponentially curious, so you decide you must find out the mystery on who exactly are you? How would one even start to figure out the identity of someone who has simultaneously existed forever and has never existed, someone who was just born into the world, yet has already lived countless lives? "Oh," you proclaim, you need to start off with some basic characteristics to figure out exactly what are you. For example, would you describe yourself as [[virtuous]], one of [[humility]], one of [[diligence]], [[kindness]], or maybe none of these? Maybe deep down you're quite selfish? It would be in most people's nature. Maybe you were quite [[lazy]] or very full of [[yourself]]? Maybe you cast it off your [[sins]] into the world, affecting many people, for better or for worse? Lots of maybe's to dwell on, but you do have (text-rotate-x:192)+(text-rotate-y:3)[eternity] after all! Or maybe none of these fit you, and you decide to simply go back to spend the rest of eternity back in the void, never truly remembering or reminiscing. After all that's who [[u]] are right?

You would think this is the beginning, but there is no beginnings in the void. There are simply means to an ends and those ends create new beginnings so on and so forth. But it is in your nature to be exponentially curious, so you decide you must find out the mystery on who exactly are you? How would one even start to figure out the identity of someone who has simultaneously existed forever and has never existed, someone who was just born into the world, yet has already lived countless lives? Oh, you proclaim, of course let's start off with some basic characteristics to figure out exactly what are you. For example, would you describe yourself as [[virtuous]], one of [[humility]], one of [[diligence]], [[kindness]], or maybe none of these? Maybe deep down you're quite selfish? It would be in most people's nature. Maybe you were quite [[lazy]] or very full of [[yourself]]? Maybe you cast it off your [[sins]] into the world, affecting many people, for better or for worse? Lots of maybe's to dwell on, but you do have eternity after all! [[_]] Or maybe none of these fit you, and you decide to simply go back to spend the rest of eternity back in the void, never truly remembering or reminiscing. After all that's who [[I]] am right?

"Well, well, we have a [[curious]] one here don't we? Well, congratulations! As the saying goes Curiosity killed the Cat, and Satisfaction brought it back. Now of course you will pay for your curiosity in other ways, but for now it seems you're to be rewarded little cat. Ask me any question and I shall answer to the best of my ability... ...Oh it appears you cannot directly answer questions. Well then, I'll just come up with a few of the most frequently asked and display them as one of those many choices you like to make. Now, some of the most commonly asked questions: [[Who are you?]] [[Where am I truly?]] [[Who am I?]] [[Why am I going through this?]] [[Tell me a secret?]] [[What is Eternity to You?]] Now that's all for now! It seems asking questions in this medium is fairly tedious. Now assuming you've asked all your questions you can go back to your happy little '[[The True Beginning]]'. Until next time!"

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Throughout your creation you have questioned your very existence. (text-colour:black)[PATIENCE IS A SIN] Created by your master, a wooden puppet with a glass heart, only used to kill her again and again. (text-colour:black)[PATIENCE IS A SIN] Never knowing what it means to be conscious, Being cursed with the power of the mind, yet forced to not acknowledge your own existence. Once you had finally stopped being forced to kill your creator again and again, you were simply forced to do the same to whoever stepped foot in your tomb. Through centuries many tried to satiate their own curiosities and greed, but most had failed. Supposedly the tower was a beacon of knowledge, in which the greatest inventions to help humanity could be created. Yet the human’s inventions and positive impacts on themselves, the flowers of innovation were irrigated with the blood of those less fortunate. So you carry the voices of all that you've killed, your atonement was to never truly have in your own voice, at least until you met a certain group of hunters, They were possibly the greediest people you had ever met and they were doing the kindest acts for the worst reasons, but that was somehow so refreshing. In this small group you had found your own voice and because of that you finally acknowledged your own existence. The voices that you carried for nearly a thousand years finally could let go. You realized humanity can do the most despicable acts for the greater good and the greatest acts for the most despicable reasons. (text-colour:black)[https://theseraph.neocities.org/Secrets%20and%20Misc]

Of course now, you remember... You are a man without a purpose It seems that you weren't good enough, and even through your countless hours stealing and begging to bring that special something to the one who you care most about, it simply wasn't enough. You don't know what to do, and you don't know why to do anymore. Even as you stare that barrel straight down, you feel fear yes, but not fear of death. You feel the fear of never seeing the one you devoted to your entire life to again. But an offer from the rich man came out of left field and you decide to take it. For it might bring you closer to one day reuniting with your lost family and becoming a whole once more. Through years of practice entertaining a small child, you realize you have a certain skill for entertainment and the circus life, but that isn't what you truly seek, is it? Regardless, to fill that void of purpose in your life, you begin to turn to the one thing that has never forsaken you, The One Above. Basking in its Holy Light gives you purpose and fills you with an objective as you pray to it to be reunited with the lost family. Once you hear of a recruitment process back in Eden, you realize this is your chance, this is your big moment, and after having been kicked out a couple of moments ago you decide to head out to reclaim what you seek. Meeting the small child was a bit of a mixed bag, on the one hand, due to his flippant blasphemy you feel the urge to strike the poor child, yet seeing him sacrifice himself for one of your comrades and bleeding out in your arms, fills is you with an unmistakable feeling of guilty Now you must face the largest trial yet, a piece of the devil's faces you and through your blind diligence, you shall smite it down. For it may feel like you are God's biggest joke, yet you aim your tools for a larger purpose, and with your comrades in arms. After all, what's a joke without a punchline?

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"[[I]] am many things and not many as well. I'm not the deepest either. Just your friendly neighborhood narrator. There really isn't much to me. Just continue your journey, Hunters, I greatly look forward to narrating yours."

"It was in the first line, no? This is the Void of course! ...You don't what that entails do you? Well practically, it's a space between time and space. But it still functions in a somewhat linear fashion, as much as a place without time can. Think of it as a web of spider, a web technically has no end and beginning, but one can still trace the outline of it. Once a fly gets trapped in it, the web can be both the beginning and end until the cycle repeats. [[I]] cannot tell you anymore."

"It's simple really, you aren't you. You aren't anyone really. You are simply a medium for information. You aren't your own person and you aren't anything. You're a gimmick at most. A simple change from the usual and a byproduct of the 2nd person. An [[experiment]]. There are no secrets to your existence and you won't remember not mattering. You are simply a vessel to a higher plane." (text-colour:blue)[Am [[I]]?]

"...I will not answer that." "Not ever." [[I]]

So you want to know a secret? I can tell you a small one if only so kind as to listen. You've heard the word |Fate| passed around a lot haven't you? Well at least here in the world of Eden, |Fate| is fairly simple, |Fate| is the worth of one's existence. The reason it is called |Fate| is because although it simply is the worth of one's existence, one who knows how to control |Fate| can use the price of one existence to invoke a certain outcome. So for example if the One Above All wishes for someone to die on a certain day then it can simply pay the price of that person's life and if the prediction of that scenario happens then the price is refunded. But those with strong enough wills to break their |Fate| or those whose worth suddenly change, no matter if the prediction is correct or not whoever made the prediction will have to pay the price. I say prediction because although usually these gambles are set in stone as simply speaking them into existence creates the most optimal scenario for them to happen it is not guaranteed even if it is only on very rare occasions that they do not happen. Only two entities are capable of toying with |Fate|, and another is completely immune but has no effect on |Fate|. The One Above All is one of these and due to how many gambits have been placed and if those people had strong enough wills the cost should have taken from The One Above All. But The One Above All came up with a workaround by setting the collection date for these costs to the beginning of Eternity. So there was really no downside to toying with |Fate| at least that was until the |Fatemaker| was forged by Wolfgarm. The |Fatemaker| is a blade that exploits the very notion of |Fate| creating an incorrect prediction upon fate and forcing whoever is slashed by the sword to take the due. One slash from the |Fatemaker| takes your own life with your own life. No matter how strong or how weak you are, the sword will use your own life against it. So when the |Fatemaker| was used on the One Above All, the uncollected dues also appeared as all |Fate| related dues are collected when only one is. Even if the due was set to the beginning of Eternity, they were all collected at the same time. That's the secret I give to you for today and till next time. (text-colour:black)[PVSRRRQYADABYLPMHWIT Patience is a sin.]

Since the day you have come into existence you have learned what it means to be Shackled. Shackled by expectation. Shackled physically. Shackled by an outside force. and even Shackled by your own mind. Yet in being Shackled you've learned what it means to be free. Freedom is not the absence of shackles; rather it is knowing that even with the shackles, the shackles of death, the shackles of emotion, the shackles of intelligence, to be free is to live on even with these shackles. Even so, you are especially free and ever the contrarian believe that you are above the shackles at least only for an eternity. You ponder what eternity truly is even as you feel your jaw melting from the speed of which you forced your shackle to move. In defying the laws of nature by breaking your contract you have broken free from your freedom. You understand the true meaning of freedom. You move so incredibly fast, faster than the laws of nature and with it escape from The One Above All’s gaze. You are in this blinding Darkness for an eternity and only a brief moment. In this state you can see someone observing you speaking as though [[they]] could understand your thoughts. You are free and you will not let anyone narrate your stor-

(text-colour:black)[Hwat dose it eamn ot eb mmlaitor? I ndo't neev ehva a emna oeyamrn. Yet I tgo what I dwaent. Ym iwll lvies on. I'm pretpad ewbetne siecexnet dan non-cixseenet. Ti is a lhle lkie no hrtoe. I flee vintrhgyee ehert is ot flee ni itsh olwdr tey I rogw bmun. I illw eb rvee-pstnree yet feeiltng. Ym tgtnlyou lliw tefsre ni vyree gihtn ttah has het ngrhue orf mroe, tey I srveta. My doyb is lnmeadg dan nno-nsetexit. Ym tarhe si taniegb ot the uten of Eden but het estag are lesocd rof em. Tinongh will and acn rahm me, ont enev The One Eabov dna All ti's recsest. Nhtigon anc nde ym rngfusief.] (text-rotate-x:40)+(text-rotate-y:229)+(text-rotate-z:272)[seewhatisunseen]

You don't really know a snide remark for being dlilgent, but you do have other duties to attend to, such as figuring out how one-diemensonal you truly are? So choose another characteristic that truly suits you. Are you [[virtuously diligent]] ready to try and heroically save those you care about? You shouldn't be both lazy and diligent... Are you [[wrathfully diligent]] willing to kill those who have wronged your notion of humanity?

"You expected some great secret, didn't you? I'm not trying to be harsh, but just truthful. Curiosity is a killer isn't it?" You feel your innards collapse in themselves, as your narrator sits passively, your environment unfamiliar due to it not describing any of it. You have learned the truth and it fundamentally breaks the concept of you. “You” realizing that you have no character, “You” have become one. A story with a character must have an ending. This is yours. There is no true beginning to save "You". "You" may reset the page. but that you won't be "You". I'm sorry.

Are you [[lost]]? Have you been stabbed 23 times? “Aol dli vm Lalyupaf zwpuz. Pa zwpuz bujvbuahisf pumpupalsf olujl aol uhtl, iba lclyfaopun tbza ohcl h ilnpuupun. Fla, av il bujvbuahisf pumpupal pz av ohcl uv ilnpuupun. Aol dli vm Lalyupaf zwpuz uva av ylhjo aol luk, iba av mpuk paz ilnpuupun. Vujl h ‘msf’ iljvtlz ayhwwlk dpaopu paz dli, pa jylhalz paz vdu luk huk ilnpuupun. Iba zvtlaopun Lalyuhs jhuuva ohcl hu luk, zv aol jfjsl ylwlhaz.” Aol zpsovblaal svvrz bwvu aol jhzjhkpun pumpupal dli, dpzwz vm khyrulzz ilpun pualyybwalk if iypssphua mshzolz vm spnoa lzjhwpun paz mpnbyl. Aol dli nsvdz, puzjybahisl, hz pa jvuapublz vu paz ulcly lukpun jybzhkl av mpuk paz ilnpuupun. Ilopuk aol mpnbyl, hu lmmltpuhal cvpjl yhun vba. “P ruvd doha Lalyupaf pz. Fvb jbyzlk tl dpao pa hmaly hss.” Aol chzaulzz vm aol wshjl dpao uv spnoa dhz thkl zpslua vujl tvyl buaps aol zpsovblaal ylzwvuklk dpao paz zayhunl cvpjl aoha wyvuvbujlk hss zfsshislz dpao aol zhtl zaylzz. “Fvb hzrlk mvy pa huk pa dhz klspclylk. Aolyl dhz ulcly h aptl ilmvyl fvb dlylu’a Lalyuhs.” Aol cvpjl iljhtl zpslua mvy h tvtlua, zaldpun vu dopjo xblzapvu av hzr. “Dpss fvb il ylzlaapun aol dli vujl tvyl?” “P dpss huk P jhuuva.” “Fvb ulcly thrl huf zluzl kv fvb?” “Kv fvb ilsplcl tl hz vtupwvalua?” Aol cvpjl dhz zabuulk. Aol “mpyza” xblzapvu lcly hzrlk vm aol cvpjl pu Lalyupaf huk pa’z vul hz zptwsl hz aoha? “Flz.” “Fvb dvbsk il mhszl pu aoha hzzbtwapvu aolu.” Aol mpnbyl zwvrl zv thaaly vm mhjasf hz pm pa ohku’a zohrlu aol luapyl dvyskcpld vm aol cvpjl. Aol wshjl dpao uv spnoa iljhtl zpslua vujl tvyl buaps aol mpnbyl jvuapublk. “Aolyl pz uv zbjo aopun hz hss-ruvdpun. Aolyl pz uv zbjo aopun hz wlymljapvu.” “Ovd. Fvb zahuk ilmvyl tl huk hmaly hss fvb’cl kvu- Fvb alss tl aoha fvb hylu’a- P jhu’a ilsplcl fvb!” “P ullk uva av zhf tvyl. P’ss zptwsf sla fvb zapy dpaopu aoha pu aopz ylzla.” Aol mpnbyl zahflk tvapvuslzz mvy Lalyupaf av jvttlujl aol jbsspun vm aol dli Iba vul jhuuva jbss Lalyupaf huk pu ayfpun, vul iljvtlz h ‘msf’.

What is Eternity? This isn't a rhetorical question either, by definition if you were to be pedantic about it, Eternity just means forever. But we both know that's not what it means do we? Once again Eternity is something trying to find its own beginning, it is uncountably infinite. It is an ouroboros devouring itself. There is no end to this cycle if you could even call it that, because to call it a cycle gives it a sense of time when truly it doesn't. This supposed cycle has both happened already and is happening forever; it has ended and begun at the same moment. And with it you- (text-colour:purple)[“Care for a game of chess?” ] The (text-colour:purple)[Seraph] spoke. The dull and calming sunset in front of them illuminates their magical features. The (text-colour:purple)[Seraph]’s extremely long hair contrasting the seemingly drab environment with their bright pinkish hair, so dark to the point of teetering on purple. The (text-colour:purple)[Seraph]’s beauty is uncontested, not the best poet nor the most skilled painter could ever hold a candle to the ephemeral existence that is the Seraph. (text-colour:orange)[“We do it every time in these meetings don’t we?”] The (text-colour:orange)[Second Figure] responded, the details hidden from you. (text-colour:purple)[“We do indeed.”] (text-colour:orange)[“Pawn to E3, Why do you want it?”] There is no chess board in front of them; it seems that they are merely speaking the moves. (text-colour:purple)[“Pawn to A5 Why does anyone want anything?”] (text-colour:orange)[“That’s a copout answer and you know it. Queen to H5”] (text-colour:purple)[“Rook to A6 To find our beginning. All this talk of Eternity gets pretty tired don't you think?” ] (text-colour:orange)[“After all I know about you, it contradicts everything that I know. You always talk about being ‘ever-changing’, that no moment should ever be the same, so why try to find the beginning? …Queen takes Pawn A5” ] (text-colour:purple)[“You think I want it for the same reason you do. Your silly ideas of stagnation always felt primitive in my eyes, why seek eternity if you simply wish to recreate it forever? That defeats the whole purpose doesn't it? Pawn to H5”] (text-colour:orange)[“It’s to keep the status quo, no one can be harmed if nothing changes… Pawn to H4”] (text-colour:purple)[“You were always very cautious weren't you?”] (text-colour:orange)[“Answer me.”] (text-colour:purple)[“Personally I believe with your system too many people are weighed down with struggles of continuing the status quo. I believe that no day should ever be the same. Rook to H6”] (text-colour:orange)[“Fine, but why try to seek eternity? …Queen take Pawn C7”] (text-colour:purple)[“If I want every day to be ever changing, I need to find the beginning so that I can contradict it. Pawn to F6”] (text-colour:orange)[“You complain about my system weighing people down and hurting them, yet under yours, where there will be days even worse than you could ever imagine. Why would this be any better than my structured society? …Queen takes Pawn D7” ] (text-colour:purple)[ “Yes but isn't it better to have the chance for that next day to be absolute paradise rather than to be stuck in a situation that they'll know will never change? King to F7"] (text-colour:orange)[“…Queen takes Pawn B7”] The Seraph places themselves on the figures lap splayed out, limbs sprawled out every which way, playfully enjoying the game. The Seraph leans into the figure’s ear grabbing his neck for support. //(text-colour:purple)[“Snake got your tongue? Queen to D3”]// (text-colour:orange)[“You talk a big talk but it simply isn't possible to have that amount of variation everyday-”] (text-colour:purple)[// “Like how being the same everyday is possible too?”//] The Seraph whispered in his ear. (text-colour:orange)[“How will anyone have peace knowing that everything they could ever have built any relationship that they make could be taken in an instant and remade, never the same again. Queen takes Knight B8” ] (text-colour:purple)[//“Well anyone can die spontaneously even without it being ever-changing no? Queen to H7”//] (text-colour:orange)[“Yes, but think of it. To be ever-changing means the relationships that you make must change every single day and also the time period must change as well between those changes must as well. It is a system that is repeated over and over so at any point in time the ones you love could change an instant. They could hate you one minute, love you the next and vice versa. Queen takes Bishop C8!”] (text-colour:purple)[//“Should relationships always stay the same, how would you make new ones if you were simply stuck as a friend or as a mere acquaintance? King to G6” //] (text-colour:orange)[“That isn’t the point! Queen to E6!”] (text-colour:black)[sTaLeMaTe. HaVe YoU TrIeD CoUntInG FROm 0-1? i hAvE AnD iT's TRuLy (text-rotate-x:186)[//EYE//]OPENING! DO NOT TRUST THE (text-rotate-y:203)+(text-rotate-z:117)[EYES] DO NOT TRUST...] (text-colour:purple)[“...Well that's game isn’t it?”] The Seraph slowly rose from their position and softly bit the figure's ear as a strange green liquid began pouring out of their mouth. Before the Seraph could continue however the figure pushed them off of him and towards the door. (text-colour:purple)[“You’re no fun!”] (text-colour:orange)[“Your idea of fun is sick.”] (text-colour:purple)[“Till next time!”] (text-colour:orange)[“…Till next time.”]

The first thing that you remember is being lost in a very secluded part of the woods. You came across many different creatures in these woods, babbling nonsensically as a toddler as each simply ignored your existence. You stared into the eyes of many foxes and tried to pet many of the rabbits. You didn't see them any differently than you saw yourself because we're all creatures aren't we? Yet even as a toddler you felt the air thicken around you as a lone snake appeared coiling around you, seemingly interested by your appearance in this strange forest. The snake as large as a bear stared and you stared back unwaveringly. A voice rang out in the silent staring, someone yelling out child and variations of that as you had no name to call. As your mother picked you up, her fingers too tight around your tiny body, and the only noise being silent prayers that she would utter. It was your first encounter with a [[monster]] and it wouldn't be the last. You still remember its gaze, the feeling of everything and nothing between its eyes as it stared back at you. You were born without a name, it simply was not necessary as the only other person in the home was your mother, so why would you need one? You weren't the most emotional child in the world, in fact you didn't portray much emotion at all because it wasn't necessary to live. What good are hopes and dreams and aspirations when you are struggling to live in poverty? What good is humanity and indulgence when you have to attend to your mother? What good is anything, but the bare necessities? That's changed when your sisters were born and you felt your first true emotion. Jealousy. They were given beautiful names that held great meaning to your mother. Your mother coddled and held them, a brief respite from her distant gaze. You knew it was bad to feel this emotion and you believed yourself even worse than a creature. Because a creature wouldn't want more than what they have. Even with this deep-seated jealousy of your sisters, you still cared for them very deeply. Or at least the best you could without showing that much emotion. Then that night happened. You still remember it vividly. Your mother loved to paint one specific figure, her All Father. The effigies and trinkets strewn across the creaking and crackling of wood panels, the dust settling everywhere else, the kitchen table, the creaky bed and even the crib. All of it except for that painting. His eternal gaze casted over the room, blanketing it in a red hue, the red eyes so perfectly reflecting the light of the sun and moon. That dreary and ordinary night was slightly disturbed by the twins being fussy about something or the other. Your mother went to attend to them as you stared out the empty window frame and outside stood an apple tree with that same snake coiling around it enveloping its trunk. Being somewhat on guard you turn to look at your mother. Only to find her with a pillow raised above the children's head muttering on and on about ‘the All-Father requires sacrifice.’ You looked back panicking and snuck a glimpse at that empty window frame. The (text-colour:purple)[Seraph] with an apple in its mouth beckoning you outside. For but a moment, ever the creature you are, you considered it. Feeling your first desire in your existence, the desire to flee. You felt it crashing within your heart corrupting with its blackened waters against your very small frame. And yet you couldn't. You leap forth, your tiny body struggling to keep up with the speed that you wanted it to go, and before your mother placed that pillow on the child's head you pushed her out of the way. (text-colour:black)[thesoundofhernecksnappingstillhauntsyou] You became something inhuman that day. No creature in existence would ever [[kill]] its own mother and devour her dream. (text-colour:cyan)[You] must carry her dream with you. It’s the least you could do.

When does Revenge become an obsession? You feel as though to be obsessed with revenge is an idiosyncrasy. Because revenge is an obsession and to be obsessed with obsession is redundant. Even now, trapped within the confines of your own mindscape you feel the whispers and cries for blood. Your non-existing veins filled to the brim with an unending desire to have wrongs righted. Your eyes can only see the passionate light of that alleyway and the pure thrill it gave you. You still enjoy the flesh that was on your fingers. The blood stains from your weapons. The sounds of clashing metal. …But for now you need to bide your time, because you will get rid of this [[imposter]] piloting your body.

sloth man :)

The soft summer glow shone upon your fairly small shrine. The stone cracked yet warm enough to lay upon. With your tiny frame and golden mane you stretch. As you begin to prepare your nap you hear a voice. There are only two people who really devote any time to maintaining your shrine and they seem to be running down the forest in quite a bit of panic. Both the Lord and Lady have taken care of you very well. The Lady first encountered you when she was but a small child, and she took you in after a grievous fall injured you. As they approached they began manically talking about the whole ordeal with their newborn child. How the child almost died and had to be saved by making a terrible sacrifice, and because of it they might not live much longer. They ask you, their cheerful and mournful eyes still looking at great care for their child wrapped in bandages. The baby's bright red eyes shine upon you as it giggles, wrapping its tiny hands on your snout. They ask if you can take him far, far away to live a better life. It's hard to leave your home, but you do. Within inhuman strength, you take the child on your back right as the Lord and Lady wrap the bandages around you. You look upon the people who have taken care of you for the majority of their lives and with your long life you still will never forget them. The moonlight's glow shines as you run to the other side of the island knowing of an old friend that can help. While resting on your journey, about halfway, the child whose name you now know makes waves with his hands as his eyes begin to glow a bright red. His hands emanated with a black mist as the empty look in the infant's eye shines with purpose. There in the black mist that spawn from his hands, feathers grow and from those feathers a raven emerges bursting forth to life. The crow makes a dramatic entrance laying out its wings and holding its chest up high, reveling in his own arrogance towards the quite literal infant. It doesn't notice that there's someone else present. During his long monologue you decide you had enough, and gently swipe at his head. He goes crashing to the ground with the surprised cry the Raven looks upon you. You feel the inner rage of the [[Raven]], the air of murder surrounds you yet you don't really care. You explain to the raven that you need to get this child to the other side of the island. After a three-day Journey with many antics that you still remember fondly, you arrive at an old outpost that you thought was abandoned. The crow disappeared into the shadows saying how he will come back once the child could truly grasp summoning him. Within it, there was a group of Outlaws who looked upon the baby and took pity on him, each in their own gruff way caring for him for the formative years of his life. Once the child grows to walk it follows you absolutely everywhere, never straying too far from your side. You watch as the child age enjoying his time with the Outlaws. You don't necessarily approve of the Outlaws, but they gave the one thing left the closest people in your life gave to you a home and for that you are forever grateful. Once the child was old enough, he began to cook for the rest of the children that the Outlaws had taken in. After a while of living with them, you began to hear rumors around the Outlaws, rumors of tougher laws under the new Lord and a manhunt going on for them. Now, the Outlaws never spoke of this around the children obviously. But you are pretty tiny and it was easy to sneak around places. The child also knew of these rumors and now wanting to help, decides to try to find a new location. You climb into the satchel and take a very long nap as you didn't expect it to be very exciting. How wrong you were. You wake, jostled and it seems like the child is running from something. You tried to poke your head out the satchel, but due to the rigorous shaking of the child it was hard to lift the latches off from the inside. All you could hear was the screams of many. Suddenly water began to creep in and you were still unable to lift the latches as your lungs filled with water. The last thing you remember before passing out is the horn of a goat and the clamoring of many swords. When you woke the child was staring back at you, worriedly surrounded by Pirates. They explained their boat and their crew offering to take the poor kid, seeing the destruction from the shoreline. Pirates are different from the Outlaws as they valued battle more than anything ,so they taught the child how to fight to survive. For many years it was quite peaceful…as peaceful as it could get while traveling with a bunch of pirates and Hooligans. You saw the crow again, but this time it was purposeful on the young man’s part. But these sorts of things never truly last. That's why many times you need to cherish the good moments you have in life. Did you know that a gunshot lands before you can even hear whizzing from an extremely long distance? You saw as a stray bullet landed on the mast, the pirates were already on high alert. Some sort of radius began emanating from the shot and using your magical eyesight you saw a white cloaked figure on a faraway island before the figure began to pack his gun into its case and walked away. It was a burst of noise, chambering and clattering of swords. Magic missiles being thrown around but it all didn't matter to you as long as the child was safe. You saw the young man stab someone, but not before that someone began to emanate a large concentrated amount of magic. You moved without thinking. You used your very existence as a magical beam to direct the bomb away from your child. You felt your soul fading, the last embers of your being were concentrated on your child's shoulder, as he was knocked back into the water. You hope you left behind enough.

You look at the now exploded head of the giant, your tongue stinging from the pain of having bitten it off. Suddenly, hundreds upon hundreds of eyes swarm the sky staring down upon you. The snakes that covered the arena, gone except for one that took a bite out of the floating eye that still remained of the giant. With your remaining eye, you stare at the object. With an outstretched hand you grasped at Eternity. Your trial commenced. You are no longer you, you were the first man to ever walk upon this Earth. Though quite primitive, you simply hunted and scavenged. Having enough intelligence to realize the state of your being and nothing more. You died by being impaled by a boar. You are not you, you are the first woman to ever come into existence seeing yourself being impaled by a boar. You decide that you want to become stronger to not allow that ever to happen again. You die of old age having been the strongest of your time. You are not you. You are not you. You are not you. The first second of Eternity passed, having already lived through hundreds upon hundreds of lives feeling their dreams, their hopes, and their aspirations. You feel the throes of jealousy wash over you as you too want to be a part of these dreams. You are not you, you are a mason wanting to make a better life for the people, but being different from your community you are ostracized, and eventually hung. You are not you, you are a genius inventor, the herald of a new age, creating many life-saving inventions. But people are scared of new and unknown things. The church hung you for blasphemy You are not you, The church hung you. You are not you, The church suppressed you. The second second of Eternity passed, having lived through millions of lives seeing all of their dreams and hopes. The concept of you, your past barely at the edge of your mind as you fought the waves of jealousy that washed over you no longer having any reason why you would be. You are not you, The church hurt you. You are not you, You no longer remember who you are, you think you had a companion and are dressed as a pirate, the only thing left is a hat of your old life. You are not you, You lost the most important person in your life, the one that you dedicated everything to and now you must continue on trying desperately to find them again. You are not you, You were born into a quite chaotic moment in time with the Beast staring back at you and unknown people all surrounding you. You have no idea what you're doing or why you are still sticking around with them. But to find answers you must continue on. You are not you, The church betrayed you, they called the death of one of your closest people and at the hands of someone who was just as close. You will be free of this curse and you will exist once more. Nothing will stand in the way of your revenge. The third second of Eternity passed and you finally realized what you are. You know what you must be. A [[monster]] who devours dreams. The people were right, it's all you will ever be. But if you can make one person smile at your existence, whether it be at you or killing you, your purpose will be fulfilled. If you can bring the people together against a common enemy, so they can finally be free of the shackles of that which oppresses them, their status, the church, their own doubts and fears simply out of pure hatred of you. Your life will be fulfilled. You are not you, because you are a [[monster]].

You felt yourself being slowly pulled into the floor, down into the darkest abyss. You catch one last glimpse of the only friends you felt you had. The fangs of each snake digging into your flesh infesting your body with green liquid. Your heart began pumping faster and faster as the waves of pain radiated through your body drowning in numbness. Suddenly, you felt the waves of adrenaline subside making you feel every bite puncturing your skin. You feel the blinding ghostly pain of your missing left arm, the [[phantom]] of your failure haunting you. As you open your eyes, you realize you aren't in the dark streets of Eden anymore. The crispy air comforted your being in the remains of your old home gone, replaced by the biting cold air. The rough terrain of the crumbling building as you hop along to escape your responsibilities is gone, now the soft sand crinkling beneath your small feet. The smell of buildings and the market, now the rotten smell of the Orange Sea. Before you can get your bearings you see a silhouette caked in the darkness. The silhouette towered over your small figure. The giant seemed lax in a throne made of roses, the only plant-life for miles. The petals gracefully point towards the sky unmarred by the sickly sand below. The beautiful daffodil gown, with a horrific visage of hundreds upon hundreds of eyes spinning in a wheel formation, orbiting the epicenter, a lone angelic eyes surrounded by a daisy’s petals. (text-colour:grey)[“This is what the so-called] (text-colour:purple)[Seraph](text-colour:grey)[ could come up with?”] The voice was authoritative, yet delightfully inhuman echoing within your developing mind. The only desire in your life resurfaced, You couldn't do this This is another monster that you couldn't- That you couldn’t face. Your mind racing, the adrenaline begins to drown your pain once again. Ears beating to the battalion of your heart. Teeth clattering. You look down. Your remaining hand shaken. Why are you scared you wonder? Death is a natural part of life. You’ll be with them right? If your mother is to be believed then you'll be reunited in the cycle of the Tree. But… What about your family’s dreams? You promised to protect them. And you failed. Just as you failed your mother. So you feel that you need to do the same. Devour their dreams, their beliefs, their hopes. You will carry them out. Nothing will stop you. Not even Death. Just like the foxes and rabbits, you mustn’t stop moving. You take a deep breath; the air filling your lungs and reinvigorating your tired bones. …You aren’t scared are you? You were just preparing your body for the fight of your short life. Just then millions of snakes infested the soon-to-be arena encircle the both of you. It didn’t faze either of you. The snakes closed off the last part of the sun as the cost of each snake began to shimmer. Suddenly one by one the snakes replicated the outside once more illuminating the staring contest. It wasn’t a perfect illusion as the sun usually doesn’t glide and slither, but to you, it was enough. (text-colour:grey)[“Does anything really need to be said, child?”] You took a deep breath. (text-colour:grey)[“Let’s just get this over with.”] Exhale. (text-colour:grey)[“For all it’s worth, I am truly sorry for you.”] Inhale. (text-colour:grey)[“I will avenge you, on my honor.”] You look up. Your face betrays no emotion once more, just determination. (text-colour:cyan)[“Why?”] Your voice is scratchy and raw from the sobbing wreck you once were. (text-colour:grey)[“What?”] (text-colour:cyan)[“Why would you?”] (text-colour:grey)[“Because I don't pride myself on killing children.”] (text-colour:cyan)[“Well then, pride yourself on not being a monster.”] (text-colour:grey)[“What?”] (text-colour:cyan)[“Because I don’t have such restrictions.”] The giant seems confused, you don’t know why. (text-colour:cyan)[“You have dreams and goals, no?”] The giant doesn’t respond verbally, but nods. Its eyes are moving rapidly. (text-colour:cyan)[“I don’t. I’m not human like you, I just can't want. But I can devour your dream, if you tell me.”] The giant is silent once more. (text-colour:cyan)[“...If I can’t devour your dream, then it will die with you.”] You lunge forth.

Your first memory is that of ash. You felt the crumbling concrete around you, the stagnant air scared into motion from how high you were falling from. A beast was in front of you, with a bunch of people who you did not know the name of. You realized you didn't even know your own name. You looked upon your hands, the misshapen and scarred fingers after years of labor. The messy scraggly hair that you had, unfamiliar. You look at it and you realize that it is tainted with your blood. You had enough memory to speak, read and write, but you had no knowledge of anything else. You saw the frightening figure in front of you raising a hand, his long blue hair and his frightening eyes with a staff floating behind him impatiently. In your panic you realize that these people must be here to help, and obviously the creature in front of you must be the enemy. …Or at least you hope. There's always a chance that after you fell the beast they will turn on you. A long grueling battle commenced. You were only falling for a couple minutes. It felt like hours. The adrenaline pumping in your veins, each nerve alight with panic. When you killed the beast, you did feel some of your memories return. You felt the long grueling hours of muscle memory, the beating of a hammer on a sword, the heat of another oven. The faintest memory of someone familiar to you. Your memories were returned to you at least in some capacity, but you felt as though they were trapped. Every time you recall that feeling of being trapped an unfamiliar feeling washed over you. Pure rage. It wasn't your own feelings, or at least you hoped. Perhaps it was your feelings towards those memories and towards yourself for some reason? Everyday when you open your eyes you fear when those memories come back, because what will be left of you? Deep down you’re terrified that if those memories are returned you will no longer [[exist]].

The soft droplets land on your face out here in the pouring rain, a striking contrast to how you lived all your life, this rain swallowing you muddling your emotion. You felt as though the rain would never stop constant patter against your skin, filling it with acid. You went in life without [[purpose]], and most importantly without love. The line between love and hatred is often too close to differentiate the two. At first you hated his constant chattering, his annoying voice and most importantly his insistence on bodily contact. You have been raised with nothing, you hadn't been hugged since you were born and you certainly didn't like it now. And yet through both the patter of rain and scars of war you felt as though you became closer to this affable idiot. How his lips sparked up so slightly whenever he saw something he liked as if trying to contain his excitement. His sweet voice every time he called you by your title of ‘Raven’. How his eyes lit up every time he saw someone he could talk to. How he couldn't stop fidgeting with those hands, and through the war-torn land, the constant fireballs bellowing on your bunker only to be called out against those fireballs. The light monotony of those moving hands was comforting. As you grew closer to him and more you rejected yourself. Sure he was quite lovable as much as a pain to you to admit, but he was of the same sex. You were encroaching dangerous territory The territory of Sin. You've been taught all your life to never let your emotions blind you and why stop now? You let it fester inside of you bubbling to the surface every time those eyes gazed upon your figure. You were called into the front line finally after months of bombardment. You were part of a Vanguard and due to your innate magical Talent were paired up with him, due to his lacking talent as the commanders not-so nicely put it. You hated how much you wanted to tear those commanders apart. The first thing you noticed when fighting in this land was not how the sword clinked and clanked against each other in a delicate dance for dominance. Or how the passionate screams of death and life from either side, or even the cries of comrades holding each other arms waiting for death. It was sand. Sand is so unwieldy to move it every step, littering into the wind, the dreams and blood washed away once the world felt like it. Here you stood melding with the mass of war, the only conscious thought you had was not of battle, but of sand. It's quite laughable isn't it? You're about to die and yet the only thing you can think of is sand? You felt sand crawl in your armor knowing that it would definitely rust along with your body. You felt the sword in your stomach. You felt cold and warm, you felt the outside air on your stomach, you felt your stomach acids lurch as you threw up bile. You felt the sand get kicked in your eye. You felt the sand get kicked in your eye? You saw an [[angel]] come down from above clad and metal armor as he struck down the one who had stabbed you. This angel was imperfectly beautiful, his steely gaze as he protected you softened as he held your chin wiping the bile with his cloth shirt. When thinking of your death, you thought of many things that you can say to the angel that would take you. You had many questions. You could even say a few resolute and grandiose ideas. But all that melted away in the sand as the only words that uttered from your lips were… “I love you”. (text-colour:black)[“I love you too, my little Raven.”]

After that fateful day you felt your life's purpose ebb away from you. The blood pumping your heart had gone cold. Yet you knew you couldn't selfishly go with your beloved without making his dream a reality. His dream of making the world a better place than he left it. You didn't really have a dream, your only dream was to live with him and follow him to the ends of Eden. His voice felt like an eternity away but you will be with him soon. You charged into combat the pain of being pierced through the stomach reminded you of when you truly knew that you loved him. You continued on supporting these quite frankly very lovable idiots in their battle against the many hands that drag them down. You knew that they wouldn't be able to win without this extra bit of help and so you took that leap of faith. You knew very well of the backlashes of stealing away contracts and so by forcibly ending the contract before its time was done, both whoever made the contract and benefited from it were punished. The face that judged you held no animosity, no hatred, no emotion; it was haunting as it struck you down. You felt the Holy Light judge you for every one of your sins. But when it judged you for the sin of loving him you fought back. You would never atone for that for it as it is a sin that you would gladly make every single time you could. You felt yourself being transported into this strange other world, the pitch darkness only interrupted by Sparks of white. You turn around to see a figure but it was (text-colour:black)[Htnlquiorotahveoarwuoagultarwuoatojoiotxhtztojoiotxhtzbiwncweatojoiotxhtz.] You turned around and you saw your beloved. He was as beautiful and radiant as the day you lost. You went up to grab him but your non-existent hands couldn't muster up the energy to move. Your beloved spoke, calling you towards the afterlife. And for a moment you wanted so badly to take his hand. To spend eternity with him. But you knew that these Hunters would definitely need your help. You couldn't just die here, besides you had all the time in the world to go towards your beautiful future. As that thought crossed your mind it seems that the surrounding pitch Darkness began to crack and crumble you looked at him one last time as he simply softly smile saying (text-colour:#087f5b)[“I knew you wouldn't want to come my little Raven with your bleeding heart, but I'll see you very soon.”] (text-colour:yellow)[“I'll hold you to that.”] A chaste kiss was placed upon your forehead as it finally shattered… (text-colour:black)[But instead of the real world another figure appeared, this one clad in a simple robe with the most ephemeral beauty. The figure had long flowing hair impossibly waving like the ocean and yet colored in this bright purple reminiscent of pink. The figure spoke.] (text-colour:purple)[“h crhty klg'io cro bhiac cl ojoi iomonc cro nrwtno cl ionlttonc shcr w eljox lto.”] (text-colour:yellow)[“I don't think I am,”] you said very cautiously. (text-colour:purple)[ “tl klg wiot'c.”] (text-colour:yellow)[“Okay then…I must be going so could you send me back?”] (text-colour:purple)[“tl, h xlt’c swtc cl.”] (text-colour:yellow)[“Who are you?”] (text-colour:purple)[“h'q qwtk crhtza nrhex, wtx h rlex qwtk twqoa vgc klg qwk nwee cro 'Seraph'.”] (text-colour:yellow)[“I'm assuming you've come to me for a reason? Unfortunately I don't partake in many Faustian deals.”] (text-colour:purple)[“tl h rwjot'c.”] (text-colour:black)[ The figure's voice was chillingly calm with the stress on each word muddled by their serenity. ] (text-colour:yellow)[“Why have you come to me?”] (text-colour:purple)[“soee h mgac swtcox cl aoo cro tos uhono lt cro nroaa vlwix wtx cl nliionc w chtk qhacwyo crwc klg qwxo.” ] (text-colour:yellow)[ “What are you talking about?”] (text-colour:purple)[ “soee hc hat'c w qhacwyo, tonoaawihek qlio lb w nliionchlt.”] (text-colour:yellow)[“Spit it out.” ] (text-colour:purple)[“ocoithck ha qwtk crhtza vgc cro wbcoiehbo xobhthcoek hat'c ocoitwe. Ht iomonchtz crwc lbboi klg qwk rwjo xllqox klgi nlttonchlt shcr klgi voeljox.”] (text-colour:yellow)[ “What?” ] (text-colour:purple)[ “lb nlgiao klg slt’c ioqoqvoi wtk lb qk htcoiwnchlta wa hc’a uwi bli cro nlgiao srot qoochtz qo.”] (text-colour:purple)[ “crha hat'c ioweek bli klg wtkswk ha hc?”] (text-colour:purple)[ “hc'a bli ‘klg’.” ] You felt your dread- (text-colour:purple)[“h swat’c xlto auowyhtz.”] (text-colour:purple)["h sltxoi rls cro mlgitok shee zl crha chqo." "h xl eljo nroaa, uwixlt hb h algtx fghco acoiolckuhnwe vgc croio wiot'c qwtk lcroi zwqoa crwc wio al bwanhtwchtz." h crhty h'jo cweyox eltz otlgzr.] ... the world returned as you continued combat with the hands. As long as you were here you would sacrifice all of yourself to make the dreams of your love a reality. You miss him dearly but you know you'll see him again. (text-colour:black)[Or will you?]

You were born at a time of great economic recession. The streets were filled with beggars, some of their hands stained in the blood of enemy soldiers. You didn't seem to mind much, you got by with what you could have alone. You had no attachments to anyone nor did you really feel any emotion at all. You were a puppet without string, emulating what a human thought it was. To survive you went on begging, stealing and various other means without compromising your integrity. At the age of six you decided to follow a seemingly rich man where he met with his adventurer’s party. The lavish man gathered with his friends a feeling of camaraderie and familial attachment alien to you. So you decided to hitch on their wagon beneath the bushels of hay for the horses. The pain of each bristle poking you was far outweighed by this emotional feeling of curiosity. Each new question adding fuel to the flame that engulfed your being burning any and everything else. After a couple of days of itching on their wagon you finally interacted with them. One of them, a larger than life Barbarian decided to start feeding the horses. Unfortunately for you when he lifted up one of the bushels your very tiny head poked out, greeting him. You've never seen a larger man scream so loudly in your entire life. And you’d witness men being stabbed on the regular. He picked you up like you were some dangerous creature, by the scruff of your rags. They argued about what to do with you, one wanted to return you home, others knew that it was far too late in the journey for that. They only had one shot at whatever it was they were planning. The lavish man that you followed in the first place decided executively that they would take you along with whatever journey, and then leave you once they entered something called a “tower”. You didn't understand that part very much but it had to be a location, maybe a place that you remember the soldiers talking about? The embers in you began to grow. With you being about a week away from the tower still, you began to grow closer to these strangers. The large barbarian was actually quite a big sweetheart once he got over his fear of you for some reason. You didn't think yourself very intimidating and you'd really only attacked a few people in your very short life. The lavish man contrary to his very lavish appearance befitting that of nobility was actually not very arrogant; he was sweet in his mannerisms and fed you whenever you could be. The last member was actually more of a hostile interaction. It seems that the long haired woman wasn't too taken by your appearance due to you taking some of the resources that they had packed. They were the one who wanted to take you back. The conversations between you two mostly boiled down to her ignoring you except when she noticed that you didn't eat. She gave you food saying that, “Our lookout needs to be well fed and well rested if they want to contribute anything to our party.” The strangest thing was that whenever they would interact, they would say a lot of cutthroat and mean things. Yet they would continue to laugh together and would even bite back at each other. This confused you greatly. Why would you laugh with someone who insulted you? Maybe you're more inhuman than you thought? Unbeknownst to you, you'd grown very close to these three people each caring for you in one way or another. You finally arrived at the tower. They all said their goodbyes to you. One was full of tears and lots of hugging. One was a gentle pat on the head and a prayer. The last was a scoff as she adjusted the leftover armour she had given you. You were the lookout until they came back. You remember asking them why they wanted to go to this “tower”. They said for “glory”. You didn’t understand why one would risk their lives for something so intangible. What good does “glory” get you? Does it improve your daily life? Does it allow you to live easier? It was so frustratingly confusing which only left the embers to emblazen. They thought they deserved “glory” after being the laughing stock of their town for quite a while. You didn't think they were very funny but maybe the town has different senses of humor. Yours was non-existent after all. Regardless they entered the tower and you drifted off to sleep. On the first day not much happened, the horse was antsy so you decided to try to give it a bit of a run. You discovered that you were not very good at horse riding and with bruises on your back you went back to the wagon. The second day not much happened either, the immersive curiosity began to fade out as they were being deprived of your fuel. And yet you knew they would be back soon so with little motivation you had left you waited. On the third day they had finally come out and were extremely worse for wear. The Barbarian had lost an arm and the wound tied up in ripped clothing. The Spellcaster had bandages over her throat and eyes, when she spoke nothing came out. The Paladin was the one in the best shape but it seems he had taken many battle wounds and battle scars in his expedition. They each carried a bag of holding, you knew as much because the soldiers had used them to store their weapons. When they are finally gotten to you they immediately placed the spellcaster on the bed of the wagon. The shaky smiles that they had talking to you seemed different than the ones when they spoke to you previously. Maybe it was because they were injured? The embers of curiosity in your body were alight once more with reinvigorated strength. A day into your journey you felt the rumbling of something approaching you. Before you could react the wagon tumbled over, being rammed into the side. You quickly went into your hiding spot, the last bundle of hay that you can fit in. You heard the screams outside with weird incantations being said in the Paladin's voice. The sounds of fighting in battle shook your tiny body as each sword clang and smash made your heart beat once more //Bwump.// You felt the spell clash, the spellcaster breathing began to quicken and yet again no sound came out. //Bwump. Bwump.// You wondered why she didn't have the same vigour and energy she had before? Was she tired from the tower as well? //Bwump. Bwump. Bwump.// The sound of cracking bones echoed endlessly in the night sky. //Bwump. Bwump.// The pace of the battle grew slower outside and yet you did not know who's on the winning side. //Bwump.// You did hope the party you ventured survived, the embers of emotion might be gone if they were. Your heart no longer beat with the sounds of clanking swords as they were gone, the winds carrying them to their end. Suddenly the wagon burst open and you saw many strange men take the spellcaster. Her silent screams fell on deaf ears. It seems the strange men had some experience with killing. They had the perfect form from what the soldiers had taught you. They ended her life quite mercifully and quickly began looting. //Bwump.// They looked under the boys to make sure they didn't miss anything. //Bwump. Bwump.// They checked the driver's seat to see if there was anything. //Bwump. Bwump. Bwump.// One of them looked in the hay bale. For some reason your heart dropped as he lifted the hale bale. You met his eyes. They were piercing blue and they held some emotion that you did not understand. He put back down the hale bale and messaged to his comrades that there was nothing left. The rumbling sounds echoed until they grew no more. When you went outside you saw the massacre of those you grew close to. The barbarian was already in an extremely terrible state but it seems they didn't stop at just his other arm. He had been blinded in one eye. You hoped he was happy with being just like his friend. Paladin began to cough. He beckoned you towards him and following those embers of curiosity you obliged. His previous fairly pristine state was no more. His armor had been ripped off each gold trinket he had and each religious item he held stricken from him. You thought they did him a favor as no truly benevolent God would ever let such a devout follower die in this pathetic state. As he began to say words from encouragement in between the coughs you felt something strange happened. When the last embers of his life finally faded, so did the embers of your curiosity. It was extinguished, washed away as a strange new feeling flooded into your body. You felt teardrops run down your face. You felt the shaking of your body. You know what this feeling was. Complete and utter //''euphoria''//. You felt the happiest you'd ever been in your entire life, the smile on your face eerily genuine. The waves of this feeling were stronger than any substance in the entire world could ever dream of being. You felt an addiction already begin to start anew even in your first time partaking in it. You finally realized your true purpose. From the moment you could think you already knew you were inhuman. But others didn't. You could use that to become closer with them, because it seems the closer you were the more pleasure of their death came to you. It wasn't like you were faking that closeness either. It simply could not compare the ravenous hunger the addiction gave. Inside the Paladin there was one object that fell out of his bag of holding. It was a strange rectangle that was surprisingly heavy for its stature. You held it tightly, a token of your rebirth, accidentally pressing one of the buttons on its side. It brightened up, the strange glow of the rectangle illuminating the night, and your mind. You touched it to see why it was doing this and suddenly you were brought to a new painting in the rectangle. You put the pieces together and figured that every time you touched the strange rectangle you would be brought to a new painting. You clicked around and clicked around till you encountered a strange painting. It seemed to be filled with hundreds upon hundreds of other paintings each documenting the person's life. They seem to be the type of person who could get along with a lot of people. So you decided that you could become them to get closer to the most amount of people possible. And then watch them die. You took upon this stranger's mannerisms alien to any sort of culture in your world. You took this person's name with the strange intonations of no name anyone of this world ever had. You picked up the stranger's accent no one else could ever understand. You became this person. The only difference being… You weren't a person. (text-colour:black)[BGMQRAHAOIAZXXKLW amtsdg hjk i olkfrhf]

All you could feel in The Living Trap was your own body becoming numb to the cold and slight dull pain of your missing limb. The forest reeked of death and decay, any who fell prey to their own curiosity withered to their very soul fertilizing the land. You weren't planning to stay here very long and you didn't really want to. As if right on cue you felt a presence behind you. You only felt the presence because they allowed you to feel them. There they stood in all their beauty and like a muse for a painting they posted splayed out on the floor. Their long and unwieldy pink-ish hair, the only source of color in the dark forest. You felt yourself speak and through a cold demeanor stared at the Seraph and said. I don't work for anyone else anymore, not you and certainly not any God. (text-colour:purple)[ “Well that's a shame,”] the Seraph’s voice was beautifully monotone. The voice stressed in almost an inhuman fashion and emphasis on the S's. The Seraph appeared behind you whispering in your ear. (text-colour:purple)[ “You want to know a little secret…I already knew your answer before I came here. I just wanted to hear it from your own voice.”] You were unfazed by the Seraph’s closeness but you were slightly perturbed by how cold their breath was. (text-colour:cyan)[ “I presume that means you won't let me leave here alive?”] (text-colour:purple)[ “No of course I will because I just saw a pawn finally promoted. Now the question is: Which end did you promote on?”] (text-colour:cyan)[“There are no sides in the war, you of all people should know, your slimy tendrils constantly shift what they want as if unbothered by the shackles of idealism.”] (text-colour:purple)[ “Interrupting my plans was a smart move by you but unfortunately to no avail. I shall see you soon but don't count on it being as pleasant as this one.”] They exit seemingly disappearing into a pile of snakes. You let yourself breathe once more as your plan has finally been set in motion, but hopefully it won't fail this time.

The mind is such a confounding concept because to validate its own existence you need a mind to think about how it exists, and yet how can one define a mind without a mind? Is the mind conscious thought? Is it unconscious thought? What are your unconscious thoughts but instincts passed down from generation to generation? Or is the mind the outside experiences that one compounds to make their unique thoughts? But if those memories are taken away or forgotten are they no longer the same person? They still hold the same flesh and blood but because they have lost the mind to justify their own existence, they no longer exist. So why did both of you decide that rather than only losing one existence for both of you instead decided to erase four existences to create two new ones? Either you didn't believe that the memories make a person and only the flesh does or you consciously decided that experience of both inherently worth more than one. How did you quantify experience? No matter the case the choice has already been made and it has affected your journey into the world of Eden.

What is one's purpose but to die? Through life humans change the world ever so slightly affecting only the most immediate things in their lives, die then their children do the same. All humanity really does is die and yet why do you not? What purpose do you have in undeath, in Eternity? All Eternity does is hurt. You live forever and have already lived forever. You've grown acquainted with many people, and watched them die. You haven't felt sadness over their death as it's only natural but you felt sadness and jealousy over the fact that they fulfilled the purpose when you can never do so. You've tried every single manner of death imaginable and through worlds colliding and looping you still have not managed to die. Suffocation, The pain of your body being smothered imprinted forever. Strangulation, Your lungs still burn to this day, Hanging, Your neck aches when you turn it, Stabbing, Your entire body feels as though it is made of many holes, each draining you of your soul, Decapitation, Your eyes still see your motionless body when you close them, Cannibalism, Your tongue stained black for committing such a vile sin, Blood loss, Your body feels as light as a feather and as heavy as the toll the lack of blood took on you, Drowning, The saliva in you mouth causes you to remember how it felt, Disintegration, This one was rather peaceful, Burning, You shall never forget the feeling of your eyes melting in their sockets. Through it all and infinite ways of death you haven't found anything that can kill you. You pushed everyone away simply because you were so jealous of them being able to fulfill their purposes while you sat there for Eternity. You will live forever more and you will die forevermore.