Post by Scallio on Aug 23, 2020 18:34:32 GMT -6
138,661 PL
Having a beach in hell was a concept that Scallio couldn't help but find laughable. It was hell after all, and everything he'd ever heard about the place painted it with fire and brimstone. Not somewhere you'd go to sunbathe and drink a few beers with the boys. But here he was, floating above hell's red lake while ogres and ghosts relaxed on the sandy black shores that bordered it. If he wasn't seeing it with his own eyes, Scallio wouldn't have believed it. He frowned, "This place continues to baffle me the longer I'm here." and yet he had no desire to leave. Don't get him wrong - Scallio wasn't enjoying his time here like some. Living his life in hell just felt like something that he deserved.
He knew there was more to it than that, because obviously he deserved to be here. Scallio had done horrible things, and he'd felt little remorse for the damage his actions had caused. Despite the changes that had begun to occur inside of him, he only felt true guilt for one thing. Scallio frowned and touched a hand to his chest as a heaviness pressed against his heart. "There you are again..." Scallio was all too familiar with the reason for the pressure. She'd once again managed to find her way into his thoughts. Would it always be like this when he thought of her?
The emptiness that came from Narissa's absence hadn't faded since his death but changed into something more. It had opened up a hole in the wall around his heart. From that hole, a wealth of emotions and feelings he hadn't felt in years had begun to seep back in. Memories he had all but forgotten about now haunted his death. And the longer he was here in hell, the more intense all of those thoughts and feelings became. With all of it piled on top of each other, Scallio had realized how little worth he'd had in life.
"Good." he thought and floated down to just above the lake. His lack of value was just another one of the reasons he deserved his fate. Where else was someone like him supposed to go? Someone who wasn't good enough for anyone to stick around for, who pushed the only one that thought he was worth something away. Scallio sighed and reached down to place the tips of his fingers into the lake. The water felt cold against his fingertip and as the Saiyan looked down, he saw himself reflected in the crimson water. His tired eyes stared up at him and Scallio could hardly recognize himself. He wished he had something to be angry about, someone to hate, anything that would allow him to focus on something other than these thoughts.
He needed someone to talk with about the things that had begun to haunt him, but there was no one. Scallio was alone with only himself to rely on. "Heh," he chuckled grimly, "I guess that means nothing's really change huh? I've always been alone."
He knew there was more to it than that, because obviously he deserved to be here. Scallio had done horrible things, and he'd felt little remorse for the damage his actions had caused. Despite the changes that had begun to occur inside of him, he only felt true guilt for one thing. Scallio frowned and touched a hand to his chest as a heaviness pressed against his heart. "There you are again..." Scallio was all too familiar with the reason for the pressure. She'd once again managed to find her way into his thoughts. Would it always be like this when he thought of her?
The emptiness that came from Narissa's absence hadn't faded since his death but changed into something more. It had opened up a hole in the wall around his heart. From that hole, a wealth of emotions and feelings he hadn't felt in years had begun to seep back in. Memories he had all but forgotten about now haunted his death. And the longer he was here in hell, the more intense all of those thoughts and feelings became. With all of it piled on top of each other, Scallio had realized how little worth he'd had in life.
"Good." he thought and floated down to just above the lake. His lack of value was just another one of the reasons he deserved his fate. Where else was someone like him supposed to go? Someone who wasn't good enough for anyone to stick around for, who pushed the only one that thought he was worth something away. Scallio sighed and reached down to place the tips of his fingers into the lake. The water felt cold against his fingertip and as the Saiyan looked down, he saw himself reflected in the crimson water. His tired eyes stared up at him and Scallio could hardly recognize himself. He wished he had something to be angry about, someone to hate, anything that would allow him to focus on something other than these thoughts.
He needed someone to talk with about the things that had begun to haunt him, but there was no one. Scallio was alone with only himself to rely on. "Heh," he chuckled grimly, "I guess that means nothing's really change huh? I've always been alone."
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