02-21-2025, 07:01 PM
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Everything is gone.
It's ruined.
They've taken it all from us.
Those demons. They're all demons. Monsters. Those stories frightened me. I was scared to go to bed. Why was I so young to forget? That must've been why I scare so easy.
With blood soaked hands,
They carried the little girl from the carnage, shivering, cold and with a lost look in her eyes. A star that has dwindled off course, their route altered.
"..Finally found you. She'll be relieved." The voice slipped past, their demeanor full of caution, not enough time for air or relief.
"..!"
They stopped roaming the golden sands, and set the girl on her back.
"What is this? What is going on?" The cloaked figure grew into a noiseless panic, eyes shuffling around. "What did they do to you?" Their eyes were chalked with mana, as they scanned the girl's form, "Wh-..How are.." Their hand became cloaked with a luminescent gleam of essence, life force surging. "It's miraculous how you aren't dead." The hooded figure stabilized the child's withering figure, "It's crushing you, but there's..something there. It's... shielding you."
The figure's eyes squinted. "Just a few more steps. We'll get you to her, and the rest will be handled." In that figure's eyes stood a vortex of hatred, as they rested their gaze on the girl. "Indras.. Don't you know that games don't last forever? Your throne is crumbling, and you're trying to take the whole world down with you as you fall." That gravity and intensity of pure, unadulterated hate tainted the air. "Your sham of a prophecy never mattered! You just wanted an excuse!" The gilt sands underneath their feet sunk, crystalizing into white prisminthium.
"Who is the real villain?" Their voice grew shaky, enraged by the past, angered at the lunacy of the Sages.
"It's not the ousted dragon of the Divine Four. It's not you. It's not the Constants. It's not the Akuma. It's not even the Gorgon's God.
Then.. who?
Who is it!?"
The figure looked into the night sky, as if they were staring down upon the Abysmal Dragon, as if he was there.
"Tell me!
WHO WILL KILL YOU!
MASTER!
WHO WILL END ETERNIA!?"
The mystic winds of the silent expanse blew with a fierce regurgitation, blowing the figure's hood off to reveal the tri horns of the cloaked humanoid figure. Two eyes stared up into the sky that flickered with an ominous glow, the clouds shook and bellowed with what felt as if a laughter from the gullet reverberated throughout the western sphere, oozing a twisted and sickly snicker of pity. It was as if that figure could feel a widening grin.
There, that Demon's forehead split open, revealing a third eye with a deep slit that fiercely stared out, before the figure's gaze dropped to the child of white hair and red eyes, unconscious, and barely breathing, but stabilized.
"...Now they're getting involved...No... They've already started making their move."
A grim look scrunched upon their face.
"I have to keep going, and drop you off." The demon spoke to the unconscious child, "Then it's up to you. If you'll give up and die like the rest, or...
Change their mind."
Prologue: Completed
It's ruined.
They've taken it all from us.
Those demons. They're all demons. Monsters. Those stories frightened me. I was scared to go to bed. Why was I so young to forget? That must've been why I scare so easy.
With blood soaked hands,
They carried the little girl from the carnage, shivering, cold and with a lost look in her eyes. A star that has dwindled off course, their route altered.
"..Finally found you. She'll be relieved." The voice slipped past, their demeanor full of caution, not enough time for air or relief.
"..!"
They stopped roaming the golden sands, and set the girl on her back.
"What is this? What is going on?" The cloaked figure grew into a noiseless panic, eyes shuffling around. "What did they do to you?" Their eyes were chalked with mana, as they scanned the girl's form, "Wh-..How are.." Their hand became cloaked with a luminescent gleam of essence, life force surging. "It's miraculous how you aren't dead." The hooded figure stabilized the child's withering figure, "It's crushing you, but there's..something there. It's... shielding you."
The figure's eyes squinted. "Just a few more steps. We'll get you to her, and the rest will be handled." In that figure's eyes stood a vortex of hatred, as they rested their gaze on the girl. "Indras.. Don't you know that games don't last forever? Your throne is crumbling, and you're trying to take the whole world down with you as you fall." That gravity and intensity of pure, unadulterated hate tainted the air. "Your sham of a prophecy never mattered! You just wanted an excuse!" The gilt sands underneath their feet sunk, crystalizing into white prisminthium.
"Who is the real villain?" Their voice grew shaky, enraged by the past, angered at the lunacy of the Sages.
"It's not the ousted dragon of the Divine Four. It's not you. It's not the Constants. It's not the Akuma. It's not even the Gorgon's God.
Then.. who?
Who is it!?"
The figure looked into the night sky, as if they were staring down upon the Abysmal Dragon, as if he was there.
"Tell me!
WHO WILL KILL YOU!
MASTER!
WHO WILL END ETERNIA!?"
The mystic winds of the silent expanse blew with a fierce regurgitation, blowing the figure's hood off to reveal the tri horns of the cloaked humanoid figure. Two eyes stared up into the sky that flickered with an ominous glow, the clouds shook and bellowed with what felt as if a laughter from the gullet reverberated throughout the western sphere, oozing a twisted and sickly snicker of pity. It was as if that figure could feel a widening grin.
There, that Demon's forehead split open, revealing a third eye with a deep slit that fiercely stared out, before the figure's gaze dropped to the child of white hair and red eyes, unconscious, and barely breathing, but stabilized.
"...Now they're getting involved...No... They've already started making their move."
A grim look scrunched upon their face.
"I have to keep going, and drop you off." The demon spoke to the unconscious child, "Then it's up to you. If you'll give up and die like the rest, or...
Change their mind."
Prologue: Completed