Not The Shell not_fadeaway
This world was filled with humanity and I wished to understand it. I had all the recollections of the shell but without a guide they meant nothing to me. They were mere images left over from the shell. I knew what certain things were, but I could not grasp their meaning. It was most frustrating. No one outside the wolf, ram and hart walls seemed to notice me in this vessel. I walked the empty streets and saw the metal chariots without horses’ speed up and down a thing called a highway. How they roared. It reminded me of times past when I conquered and ruled this city. Everyone knelt at my feet. To conquer all and rule completely had been my definition of life.
I looked around and saw humans everywhere. The earth had become infested with these humans. And they filled it with their technology and their mindless debates over power and status and their ridiculous suffering. Power. They did not know what it truly was. Not a single being in this planet knew the true meaning of the word. Every kingdom divided under different rulers and not a single one rising above all to rule completely. They were living a lie. And these rulers send in their vast armies made of mere children to fight their battles while they hide in large oval offices safe within their kingdom like cowards. I was once a great ruler. I was the great God King Illyria, and I conquered many lands and defeated many foes. I learned to destroy everything that was not utterly mine. All that mattered was victory. That's how my reign endured. My army was vast and grand, and I was on the front line of every single battle commanding my troops with and iron fist. All my enemies died at my hands and I regretted none of it.
I had watched these beings grow from nothing into plankton. They had been nothing more than the grime under my feet…the ooze that ate itself. How I had detested them then. And now, I was part of them, trapped in this shell, a shell that couldn’t hold my true glory and reduced me to nothing more than a filthy being with nothing. I wanted my true glory returned to me. I longed for it. But it would never be so. Wesley had made sure of that. I would have preferred death. But he chose for me instead. He chose life. And for what? Just so that he may look upon me and be reminded of what once was and ever shall be? He couldn’t even look at me when I turned into the shell. He shunned me. It was a most interesting reaction. And yet I was not angry with him, merely intrigued. I was captivated by the surge of emotions that had been left over by the one they called Fred…the shell. This was powerful indeed and it had been magnified a hundred times by the loss of my powers. It disturbed me that I had been made to feel these emotions, but I could not deny that my interests had been peaked. There was nothing left of my world, and my whole army was gone. I was alone and I longed to understand this world.
I made my way back to the wolf, ram and hart. I didn’t bother to shed my visage. The visit of the shell’s kin had left me with many unanswered questions. I wanted to explore these vessel and the creatures inside this institution further. I took my time walking the halls in search of a familiar face.
[Open to anyone at Wolfram & Hart]
I looked around and saw humans everywhere. The earth had become infested with these humans. And they filled it with their technology and their mindless debates over power and status and their ridiculous suffering. Power. They did not know what it truly was. Not a single being in this planet knew the true meaning of the word. Every kingdom divided under different rulers and not a single one rising above all to rule completely. They were living a lie. And these rulers send in their vast armies made of mere children to fight their battles while they hide in large oval offices safe within their kingdom like cowards. I was once a great ruler. I was the great God King Illyria, and I conquered many lands and defeated many foes. I learned to destroy everything that was not utterly mine. All that mattered was victory. That's how my reign endured. My army was vast and grand, and I was on the front line of every single battle commanding my troops with and iron fist. All my enemies died at my hands and I regretted none of it.
I had watched these beings grow from nothing into plankton. They had been nothing more than the grime under my feet…the ooze that ate itself. How I had detested them then. And now, I was part of them, trapped in this shell, a shell that couldn’t hold my true glory and reduced me to nothing more than a filthy being with nothing. I wanted my true glory returned to me. I longed for it. But it would never be so. Wesley had made sure of that. I would have preferred death. But he chose for me instead. He chose life. And for what? Just so that he may look upon me and be reminded of what once was and ever shall be? He couldn’t even look at me when I turned into the shell. He shunned me. It was a most interesting reaction. And yet I was not angry with him, merely intrigued. I was captivated by the surge of emotions that had been left over by the one they called Fred…the shell. This was powerful indeed and it had been magnified a hundred times by the loss of my powers. It disturbed me that I had been made to feel these emotions, but I could not deny that my interests had been peaked. There was nothing left of my world, and my whole army was gone. I was alone and I longed to understand this world.
I made my way back to the wolf, ram and hart. I didn’t bother to shed my visage. The visit of the shell’s kin had left me with many unanswered questions. I wanted to explore these vessel and the creatures inside this institution further. I took my time walking the halls in search of a familiar face.
[Open to anyone at Wolfram & Hart]