Just another little snippet of a story that I want to do, but lack the creative inspiration to take it further. Enjoy it if you like...
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Most stories start with a regular guy, living a regular life, with his regular circumstances, in a regular world, and take off with him getting suddenly thrust into extraordinary situations in which he has no prior knowledge, but he still completely rocks it.
This is not one of those stories.
The world in which this guy lives was already extraordinary, and he has years of training and honing of his natural talents to help him in the struggles to come. He was born into this world, and he has mastered every tribulation it has thrown at him. No matter how complex or chaotic, he has always risen above it and conquered it. But sometimes the hero of a tale doesn't have what it takes. Sometimes, things don't go as expected...
Most stories end with that same regular guy from his regular life, having mastered his extraordinary struggles against all odds, going home and living happily ever after. The evil defeated, the world saved, and everyone is happy and free.
Again, this is not one of those stories.
This is the story of a young man with everything that he needs to defeat any foe, the skills to surpass any obstacles, and the allies to help him do it. But as I said before, sometimes, the hero doesn't have what it takes. Try as he might, he cannot stop it. No matter how skilled he is, powerful his abilities, or loyal his allies, his fate has been decided long before he was even born. And his fate aligns with the millions of others that live their lives beside him...
This is the story of the death of a world.
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That's it for now. I'll try to keep this kind of thing coming, if anyone's interested. :I
I'm also working on something quite big for this, (as per the suggestion from a random Omegle chatter; you know who you are), and it's taken quite a long time to get my thoughts in order for it. Keep checking back for it, as it should be done very soon!
Cheers!
- 2br02b, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Quae Fluxa - "Of Love and Duty"
Every once in a while, I get inspired with a story or situation that I want to include in a story, (a confrontation between rivals, the aftermath of some world-shattering conflict, an adventurer leaving home for the first time, etc, etc), but I never end up using any of them.
In light of this, I will sometimes throw some random snippets of creative writing on here for my own future reference and even some feedback from people. If you would like to put your two cents in on any of the stuff that I write here, please e-mail me at flamestrike.saga@gmail.com.
What follows is the prelude and aftermath of a "final boss" kind of battle between lovers.
~DISCLAIMER~
Some parts of this are quite graphic and may be disturbing to certain individuals. I hold no responsibility for any offense you may take or trauma you may receive from the reading of this short piece. By continuing, you agree to not spam my inbox with hatemail about how I ruined your life and made your cat commit suicide or some stupid shit. KTHX.
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"Of Love and Duty"
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Anna climbs the long, winding stairs through the darkness with a mixture of apprehension and fear clouding her thoughts. Her companions, Ador, Zane, and Seirosia, climb the stairs alongside her in silence. As they steadily make their way toward the tempest of souls and emotions above, the Void around them begins to shimmer and swirl, showing ephemeral peeks into the myriad of other worlds that had touched their own over the course of this journey. There was Mysiria, the Land of the Lost, where Eranda had first shown himself. Adventia, the Land of Beginnings, where Anna had lost her best friend, Lizzy, to Eranda's campaign to collect souls. Even Terrenasci, the Land of Rebirth, shone through from time to time, despite having been completely obliterated when Claros had been assimilated by Eranda to advance Oi Sigma exponentially in power to Oi Vitae... But Anna is unaware of these glimpses into the recent past. Her main focus is on Orbis Vitae, high above. The World of Life, where the Will of Vim, itself, is said to reside. If Eranda was allowed to breach the Voidwall into this most sacred of realms, all would be lost -- every soul in existence would become simple fuel for the Grand Oi... The Cloud of Souls.
The higher they climbed, the more chaotic the energy around them became, even seeming to put physical weight upon the shoulders of the four brave souls who pressed onward, higher and higher. The air is growing thinner and thinner, forcing Ador to tap into Voidtears to bring enough breathable oxygen for them to continue. Though they never speak, they all are thinking the same thing: what if the Aerie had no air, at all?
Despite their doubts and fears, they keep on walking, up into the outskirts of the great storm of energy at the top of this tower. The Voidtears become more and more erratic and frequent, blinking in and out of existence almost faster than Ador could snag them. He cast a worried look at Seirosia who nods, understanding his unspoken inquiry. Ador grabs a Voidtear and attaches a Soultether to it, forcing it to follow them. Looking over at Zane, he guides it over to the shadowmage, who spreads a thin sheen of Voidstuff over the tear in space to allow only certain things through. Ador then stretches the Voidtear to completely surround them, allowing only the air from the grassy fields of Adventia on the other side to pass between. Their oxygen shortage dealt with, they continue on their way up the last few steps to Vim's Aerie.
They step up onto the final landing to find a vast expanse of glowing crystal before them. Neither bright nor dim, it illuminates the single monument among the sea of light: a throne, upon which sits the spiked, metallic armor of Oi Prime. It sits with its arms resting upon its knees, holding its head in its hands, unmoving. Anna motions for the others to stay where they are, then steps forward, out of the Voidtear's influence. Showing no signs of a lack of air, Anna calls out to the still figure upon the throne...
"Awfully nice of you to wait for us, Eranda."
The armor stirs slightly, recognizing Anna's voice. A low chuckle emanates from within, signalling Eranda's presence within. Ann continues.
"Did you wish to put on a show for us? Shredding the fabric of the Void to gain entrance to Orbis Vitae? Or perhaps..." She steps forward further, never taking her eyes off of the armor in the middle distance. "You still haven't enough power to commit this sin against nature?"
Without warning, the Oi armor stands up and fades away, collapsing into the flesh of the significantly smaller form of Eranda. His mask is cracked and has pieces missing from it, revealing his left eye and parts of his red hair, both faded almost to being gray. His robes, once lined with gold and made of the finest silk, are tattered and shredded, covered in blood and dust. Although she can't see it, she can tell that Eranda is smiling, his eyes shining with an almost unstable joy.
"Do you wish to know the reason for my delay, Carissime?" Anna cringes at Eranda's casual use of Claros' nickname for her. "Do you wish to know why I need you here now? Because I knew that you would come. I know you quite well, actually..." He chuckles again before continuing. "I've known you for a long time, Anna. Longer than you may realize." Anna freezes, staring at Eranda. He suddenly doesn't sound the same. This wasn't Eranda's voice she is hearing. It is so much more familiar and sickening than before... But why?
"My dearest Carissime... Do you not understand yet?" Eranda slowly reaches up to his damaged mask as he spoke. "Perhaps a visual cue to jog your memory...?" And he quickly rips the mask off, revealing his face.
Anna only stares, completely numbed by what she is seeing.
Claros.
It's Claros' face.
This whole time...
Claros laughs maniacally at Anna's sudden shock.
"It all makes sense now, does it not? How was I always just where I needed to be, when I needed to be there? How could I possibly know things you had done when I had been seen in other places, entirely? How could I do and know these things when you had proof that I was never around when these things happened? Because I was there..." He takes two unsteady steps forward, now very clearly wounded. "I was always there, Carissime... Right... Next to you..."
Anna suddenly snaps back to herself and starts screaming at Claros.
"NO. YOU CAN'T. CLAROS HAS BEEN THERE SINCE WE WERE CHILDREN. HE WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME, AND I FOR HIM! HE HAS NO REASON TO--" Claros cuts her off.
"I never said that I did this of my own volition, my dear." Anna stops dead, mid-scream. "I was enlightened by a certain... Mutual friend..." He looks over her shoulder at her companions, making her look back, as well.
"ADOR! SEI!"
Their names escape her lips before she can stop them. She had already accepted what she was seeing: they lay dead, their throats cut, blood staining crimson the pure white of the crystal. Zane stands over them, a ceremonial knife held in his left hand. He smiles sadly at Anna, then brings the blade to his own throat, drawing it slowly and meticulously from one side to the other. His blood drenched his clothes before pooling around his feet, mixing and mingling with that of her other friends. The knife clatters to the ground and Zane falls almost gracefully backward, a sickening gurgling sound emanating from his open throat. Anna only stands there, in horror. She doesn't want to, but she must shut down her emotions and steel herself for what she must do. Claros laughs suddenly behind her.
"Ahahahahahaha! The poor fool! He couldn't take the weight of his own sins, it seems!" He takes two more staggering steps toward Anna, now having covered almost half the distance between them. "It's a shame that I could not kill them all, myself. But I guess he preferred to end their suffering before I could extract their souls from their living bodies..."
Anna slowly turns back toward Claros. As her face comes into full view, Claros flinches.
There is no sorrow.
No anger.
No emotion.
Claros simply stares at Anna, unable to think of what to say or do. Before he can react, Anna draws her katana and slashes twice at him, sending shockwaves slicing through the air toward him. The slashes hit dead center, converging over each other right in the center of his chest, cutting through his robes and deep into this flesh, leaving nearly-fatal wounds. He staggers backward, falling back into his throne, clutching his chest, moaning in agony. He shoots a furious glance at Anna, who has already drawn her second katana and is in combat-ready stance. Her eyes are dark. Her face, completely impassive. Claros slowly stands, fury and pain contorting his face as he does so.
"So it's a fight... You want..." He spits the words through gritted teeth that drip with his blood. "Then you will have it!" A huge shockwave of energy blasts out of him as the full force of Oi Vitae finally awakens from within his soul...
-- INSERT EPIC KINDGOM HEARTS/DEVIL MAY CRY FINAL BOSS HERE PLS --
Claros staggers backward, the Oi Vitae armor shattering with the sound of a thousand screaming voices. Without waiting for him to recover, Anna dashes forward, slashing upward with one of her katana. The slash cuts so cleanly that Claros isn't even aware that his left arm has been completely severed at the shoulder before Anna's second strike plunges her other katana deep into his gut, impaling him to the throne behind him.
In complete silence, Anna stares deep into Claros' widened eyes as the spark that she had grown to love so much over the course of their lives slowly flickered and faded, leaving only despair, fear and confusion in its wake. He tries to speak, but Anna drives her free katana into his chest, halting any words that he may have spoken with his last breath. As she watches, his eyes glaze over and his head falls slack to one side, signalling his death.
Feeling numb and sick, Anna steps back from the destroyed, mutilated body of her former lover and retches violently. Thoughts and emotions suddenly flood back and whip around her mind as the storm above her fades and returns to the calming swirl of Creation Energy that has fueled the birth of worlds since the dawn of time. She falls to her knees, utterly spent, sobbing so violently that she can barely breathe. With what is left of her energy, she lets out a wail so filled with despair, outrage, and fury that even the Will of Vim can not ignore it. As her perception of her surroundings blurs and fades to black, she feels a calming warmth that fills her entire body, and even into her soul. A voice speaks from the darkness of oblivion, though never clear enough for her to hear what it says. All she knows is that she is going home. That her part in the story of creation is now over and she must return to whence she came.
As her final thoughts fractured and disappeared, a single voice calls out from the tumult of noise in her mind...
"Carissime... Anna... I love you..."
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Just something that I'm sure someone out there will enjoy. Thanks for reading this, if you did. I'll be working on more of this kind of thing in the future.
Cheers!
- 2br02b
In light of this, I will sometimes throw some random snippets of creative writing on here for my own future reference and even some feedback from people. If you would like to put your two cents in on any of the stuff that I write here, please e-mail me at flamestrike.saga@gmail.com.
What follows is the prelude and aftermath of a "final boss" kind of battle between lovers.
~DISCLAIMER~
Some parts of this are quite graphic and may be disturbing to certain individuals. I hold no responsibility for any offense you may take or trauma you may receive from the reading of this short piece. By continuing, you agree to not spam my inbox with hatemail about how I ruined your life and made your cat commit suicide or some stupid shit. KTHX.
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"Of Love and Duty"
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Anna climbs the long, winding stairs through the darkness with a mixture of apprehension and fear clouding her thoughts. Her companions, Ador, Zane, and Seirosia, climb the stairs alongside her in silence. As they steadily make their way toward the tempest of souls and emotions above, the Void around them begins to shimmer and swirl, showing ephemeral peeks into the myriad of other worlds that had touched their own over the course of this journey. There was Mysiria, the Land of the Lost, where Eranda had first shown himself. Adventia, the Land of Beginnings, where Anna had lost her best friend, Lizzy, to Eranda's campaign to collect souls. Even Terrenasci, the Land of Rebirth, shone through from time to time, despite having been completely obliterated when Claros had been assimilated by Eranda to advance Oi Sigma exponentially in power to Oi Vitae... But Anna is unaware of these glimpses into the recent past. Her main focus is on Orbis Vitae, high above. The World of Life, where the Will of Vim, itself, is said to reside. If Eranda was allowed to breach the Voidwall into this most sacred of realms, all would be lost -- every soul in existence would become simple fuel for the Grand Oi... The Cloud of Souls.
The higher they climbed, the more chaotic the energy around them became, even seeming to put physical weight upon the shoulders of the four brave souls who pressed onward, higher and higher. The air is growing thinner and thinner, forcing Ador to tap into Voidtears to bring enough breathable oxygen for them to continue. Though they never speak, they all are thinking the same thing: what if the Aerie had no air, at all?
Despite their doubts and fears, they keep on walking, up into the outskirts of the great storm of energy at the top of this tower. The Voidtears become more and more erratic and frequent, blinking in and out of existence almost faster than Ador could snag them. He cast a worried look at Seirosia who nods, understanding his unspoken inquiry. Ador grabs a Voidtear and attaches a Soultether to it, forcing it to follow them. Looking over at Zane, he guides it over to the shadowmage, who spreads a thin sheen of Voidstuff over the tear in space to allow only certain things through. Ador then stretches the Voidtear to completely surround them, allowing only the air from the grassy fields of Adventia on the other side to pass between. Their oxygen shortage dealt with, they continue on their way up the last few steps to Vim's Aerie.
They step up onto the final landing to find a vast expanse of glowing crystal before them. Neither bright nor dim, it illuminates the single monument among the sea of light: a throne, upon which sits the spiked, metallic armor of Oi Prime. It sits with its arms resting upon its knees, holding its head in its hands, unmoving. Anna motions for the others to stay where they are, then steps forward, out of the Voidtear's influence. Showing no signs of a lack of air, Anna calls out to the still figure upon the throne...
"Awfully nice of you to wait for us, Eranda."
The armor stirs slightly, recognizing Anna's voice. A low chuckle emanates from within, signalling Eranda's presence within. Ann continues.
"Did you wish to put on a show for us? Shredding the fabric of the Void to gain entrance to Orbis Vitae? Or perhaps..." She steps forward further, never taking her eyes off of the armor in the middle distance. "You still haven't enough power to commit this sin against nature?"
Without warning, the Oi armor stands up and fades away, collapsing into the flesh of the significantly smaller form of Eranda. His mask is cracked and has pieces missing from it, revealing his left eye and parts of his red hair, both faded almost to being gray. His robes, once lined with gold and made of the finest silk, are tattered and shredded, covered in blood and dust. Although she can't see it, she can tell that Eranda is smiling, his eyes shining with an almost unstable joy.
"Do you wish to know the reason for my delay, Carissime?" Anna cringes at Eranda's casual use of Claros' nickname for her. "Do you wish to know why I need you here now? Because I knew that you would come. I know you quite well, actually..." He chuckles again before continuing. "I've known you for a long time, Anna. Longer than you may realize." Anna freezes, staring at Eranda. He suddenly doesn't sound the same. This wasn't Eranda's voice she is hearing. It is so much more familiar and sickening than before... But why?
"My dearest Carissime... Do you not understand yet?" Eranda slowly reaches up to his damaged mask as he spoke. "Perhaps a visual cue to jog your memory...?" And he quickly rips the mask off, revealing his face.
Anna only stares, completely numbed by what she is seeing.
Claros.
It's Claros' face.
This whole time...
Claros laughs maniacally at Anna's sudden shock.
"It all makes sense now, does it not? How was I always just where I needed to be, when I needed to be there? How could I possibly know things you had done when I had been seen in other places, entirely? How could I do and know these things when you had proof that I was never around when these things happened? Because I was there..." He takes two unsteady steps forward, now very clearly wounded. "I was always there, Carissime... Right... Next to you..."
Anna suddenly snaps back to herself and starts screaming at Claros.
"NO. YOU CAN'T. CLAROS HAS BEEN THERE SINCE WE WERE CHILDREN. HE WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME, AND I FOR HIM! HE HAS NO REASON TO--" Claros cuts her off.
"I never said that I did this of my own volition, my dear." Anna stops dead, mid-scream. "I was enlightened by a certain... Mutual friend..." He looks over her shoulder at her companions, making her look back, as well.
"ADOR! SEI!"
Their names escape her lips before she can stop them. She had already accepted what she was seeing: they lay dead, their throats cut, blood staining crimson the pure white of the crystal. Zane stands over them, a ceremonial knife held in his left hand. He smiles sadly at Anna, then brings the blade to his own throat, drawing it slowly and meticulously from one side to the other. His blood drenched his clothes before pooling around his feet, mixing and mingling with that of her other friends. The knife clatters to the ground and Zane falls almost gracefully backward, a sickening gurgling sound emanating from his open throat. Anna only stands there, in horror. She doesn't want to, but she must shut down her emotions and steel herself for what she must do. Claros laughs suddenly behind her.
"Ahahahahahaha! The poor fool! He couldn't take the weight of his own sins, it seems!" He takes two more staggering steps toward Anna, now having covered almost half the distance between them. "It's a shame that I could not kill them all, myself. But I guess he preferred to end their suffering before I could extract their souls from their living bodies..."
Anna slowly turns back toward Claros. As her face comes into full view, Claros flinches.
There is no sorrow.
No anger.
No emotion.
Claros simply stares at Anna, unable to think of what to say or do. Before he can react, Anna draws her katana and slashes twice at him, sending shockwaves slicing through the air toward him. The slashes hit dead center, converging over each other right in the center of his chest, cutting through his robes and deep into this flesh, leaving nearly-fatal wounds. He staggers backward, falling back into his throne, clutching his chest, moaning in agony. He shoots a furious glance at Anna, who has already drawn her second katana and is in combat-ready stance. Her eyes are dark. Her face, completely impassive. Claros slowly stands, fury and pain contorting his face as he does so.
"So it's a fight... You want..." He spits the words through gritted teeth that drip with his blood. "Then you will have it!" A huge shockwave of energy blasts out of him as the full force of Oi Vitae finally awakens from within his soul...
-- INSERT EPIC KINDGOM HEARTS/DEVIL MAY CRY FINAL BOSS HERE PLS --
Claros staggers backward, the Oi Vitae armor shattering with the sound of a thousand screaming voices. Without waiting for him to recover, Anna dashes forward, slashing upward with one of her katana. The slash cuts so cleanly that Claros isn't even aware that his left arm has been completely severed at the shoulder before Anna's second strike plunges her other katana deep into his gut, impaling him to the throne behind him.
In complete silence, Anna stares deep into Claros' widened eyes as the spark that she had grown to love so much over the course of their lives slowly flickered and faded, leaving only despair, fear and confusion in its wake. He tries to speak, but Anna drives her free katana into his chest, halting any words that he may have spoken with his last breath. As she watches, his eyes glaze over and his head falls slack to one side, signalling his death.
Feeling numb and sick, Anna steps back from the destroyed, mutilated body of her former lover and retches violently. Thoughts and emotions suddenly flood back and whip around her mind as the storm above her fades and returns to the calming swirl of Creation Energy that has fueled the birth of worlds since the dawn of time. She falls to her knees, utterly spent, sobbing so violently that she can barely breathe. With what is left of her energy, she lets out a wail so filled with despair, outrage, and fury that even the Will of Vim can not ignore it. As her perception of her surroundings blurs and fades to black, she feels a calming warmth that fills her entire body, and even into her soul. A voice speaks from the darkness of oblivion, though never clear enough for her to hear what it says. All she knows is that she is going home. That her part in the story of creation is now over and she must return to whence she came.
As her final thoughts fractured and disappeared, a single voice calls out from the tumult of noise in her mind...
"Carissime... Anna... I love you..."
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Just something that I'm sure someone out there will enjoy. Thanks for reading this, if you did. I'll be working on more of this kind of thing in the future.
Cheers!
- 2br02b
Thursday, July 25, 2013
PERNIS. That's what you're supposed to put here, right? Dick-jokes? No? Just me? Possibly Sips? I'm pretty sure that Sips has a blog. I'll have to check that out so I don't look like a fool. (Hint: I already am a fool.)
Here's my blog. I'll be posting random shit on here now, rather than my Facebook Timeline. Some of my Facebook friends aren't too thrilled with my rants, anymore. And I figure, I like to write random shit, so why not share it with MORE people who give absolutely no fucks? THAT'S THE WAY THE INTERNET WORKS.
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Standby for rants. Until then, keep livin', peeps.
- 2br02b
PS: Leave it to good ol' Claros to make a blogpost's title rival the actual post in length. DC;HS, BITCHES.
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Standby for rants. Until then, keep livin', peeps.
- 2br02b
PS: Leave it to good ol' Claros to make a blogpost's title rival the actual post in length. DC;HS, BITCHES.
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