The Splitting of Two is One Oct 29, 2018 18:07:55 GMT -6
Post by Virkalon on Oct 29, 2018 18:07:55 GMT -6
The sky had grown dark, the world seeming to stop as if all life had ceased to move. The feeling of Stagnation hung in the air, the gnawing feeling of darkness hanging in the air for all that was Other worldly. Innocence hide in their house, the brave standing guard among-st the sheep who dared not show their face this day. Howls piercing the darkened sky with ominous intention as the Moon hung high upon the world.
This Moon was as red as blood, bright among-st the abyss that it lurked in. The red bleeding into that perpetual void and creating a dreadful look to those of weak heart. It was a terrible night to be about, this much was known to Virkalon yet he felt compelled to leave his haven of the cave. He currently stood in the moons' light, staring into the sky empty of mind and blank as could be. His usual blue had dimmed considerably, his aura looking pale compared to its usual bright and cheery manner. The blank face holding no sign of what the Ghost was thinking, and should one be able to see into his mind they would find nothing. A blank slate of empty, no thoughts or awareness of itself.
The moon held its gaze, this empty shell that seemed so fixated on its beauty. Virkalon had been this way for quite some time now, the red moon baring down upon him like a unforgiving sun. He basked in this empty sensation yet deep inside he felt himself stir, even if his physical form did not. He was deep inside, lurking away as if trying to hide from his own self. Hallucinations haunting his every move, creeping into his mind and hounding him to his safest places.
"Tell me serpent... Why do you lie?"
"So we do not hurt."
The giant serpent hovered above the silver otter dangerously, yet did not strike. Its purple hue a stark contrast against the silver hue the otter possessed, both different, both the same. They stared at each other, as if talking to one another in a silent language Virkalon could not understand. His eyes wide with wonder at the two before him, each so different to each other yet both having familiar feelings to him. He knew them both, yet did not. One who did not understand could never understand how that was comforting to him yet terrifying at the same time. It made sense, it was whole to Virkalon.
"Lying is wrong."
"truth is pain."
"Yet they are both the same."
The words echoed into the world, shaking its vary foundations of the mind. He could see them both, he could understand who they were but he could not tell what they were in simple terms. Words failed to explain this creatures before him, words failed to explain how they made one person feel. They were... beings of pure intent. The embodiment of something yet neither could be explained to Virkalon. He could not understand them yet he knew them some how.
"We told them what would happen."
"yet they would not listen."
"We told them that it was unavoidable."
"Yet they chose to ignore."
"We did not lie to them, but they believed we were monsters."
"Yet they needed saving."
The two spoke in turn, as if speaking to each other but they were not. They were speaking to Virkalon without looking at him, they did not need to. He knew what they meant, he knew the story they spoke of. He had been there, yet they retold the story like he had forgotten, so he listened. The story spoken of ages past when war tore and ate at the world. Hunger, famine and disease consuming all that was not part of the grand order. Of kings who bickered endlessly, of nations who wanted more power than the other. Of two who would meet and become one.
"We were heroes to our people."
"YET THEY SHUNNED US"
"We were loved by our people."
"YET THEY FEARED US!"
Their voices rocked the world once more with the commanding voice of the serpent. The ground upon which Virkalon sat fragmenting into rock, brimstone and heat. Where once he sat upon pure rock, now he sat upon a throne of shattered magma stone and the world they were in turning into a blazing hell. Virkalon's stomach lurching at the very feeling of such a fierce movement with no warning. Soon his gaze was upon a world that was nothing like it had been. As far as the eye could see one would see nothing more than destruction, death and desolation.
"We lived for them."
"WE DIED FOR THEM!"
Silence as the world returned to stone once more, like it had never happened with a blink of an eye. Virkalon's eyes searching for any sign of that world but finding no trace of it. His eyes returning to the two beings of pure light before him. They sat silently, staring at Virkalon like two animals ready to pounce upon something helpless and how helpless Virkalon felt in their gaze. They were truth, and they were lies. Both the same, and yet so different from each other.
"They came to us."
"OH GREAT SERPENT! Oh merciful Guardian!"
"And So we did."
Virkalon said the last part, staring at the two before him. Their words ringing through his whole form, of everything he was, would be or could be. To all that he would have been, should have been or would never be. They were who he was, they were what made him whole yet they were not who he could be. He was who he was, or so he wanted to believe. It was then that he stood upon a battlefield, brought there in an instant. He looked about him in confusion, then felt something heavy in his arms. He looked down to see a child, so small and fragile. Their eyes empty of all life and they stared at him with accusation, with Suspicion!
Virkalon screamed, and screamed and screamed! OH the horror of this battlefield! The world was asunder! How it groaned in pain, how it screamed in agony, how it despaired at its death... Littering this field lay hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands and more of his people. All of which he could not save, all of which blamed him for their deaths! HOW IT HAUNTED HIM SO!!! The blood moon hung low upon this field, covering him completely and utterly... It filled him with utter despair and burned him.
"WE WERE NEVER FREE... Until Tonight."
In the world beyond his mind, Virkalon's body had turned a deeper purple instead of blue. His armor having changed to be more deviant, horns instead of ears. Sharper armor with claws upon each hand, his face no longer blank but instead it housed a maw with many sharp teeth. Upon each shoulder rested an extra set of limbs, this limbs appearing as extra hands, each housing their own set of talons. He looked completely different than before, yet still had the signs this was indeed Virkalon. Where eyes would be, there were multiple hollowed holes. Each different shapes and sizes but did not hold eyes for seeing. Instead the glow of the Blood moon emitting from them to mirror that which influenced him.
Tonight the Hero would be the hunter.