Narrative Post
Serph visits the surface every other day.
Dust rises and falls around the grey uniform's boots. Streets are dead and quiet. Many years ago, this world's sun decided that life must end. It turned black from hatred, and then sent merciless rays of light to Earth... With them, Cuvier Syndrome. Humans, plants and animals, all life touched by the black sun turned to rock and crumbled into dust. Now, years later, only broken statues stood in this place... A reminder of the sun's hatred. Those who survived, were forced to hide underground and come out at night. Only demons, creatures even more dangerous than the sun itself, could survive up here.
Demons like him.
One year ago, Serph lived in a similar world. It was dark and lifeless, with no plants or animals around. Tribes fought wars beneath endless rain, wars for food and territory, power and glory, friends and peace. For Nirvana. They took their laws and what virtues survived in their hearts, clung to them and moved forward, fought other tribes and devoured their enemies until only one would be left standing. One tribe that would create the life they wanted. Life in Nirvana.
But this place is different. There are no laws to follow and little hope hidden in everyone's hearts. Battles are fought for survival, until one side conquers the other and exterminates it. For people here, there are no beautiful dreams like Nirvana. No virtues to follow. No honor.
The sky never cries for this world.
Serph makes a turn and enters what was once a square. The old fountain is filled with dirty, foul-smelling water. An elderly couple shares a bench, their last moment of peaceful unity frozen forever in stone. A petrified boy reaches out for a large crumbling statue of a dog. Several steps away, there's a tree... A twisted grey husk surrounded by dust that formed from leaves. Serph looks over this scene and wonders how it looked in life. His mind brings up the memories from another world's New York. Serene atmosphere. Gentle. Alien.
"D-don't move, ghost!"
Serph knew about a Karma Society recruit tailing him for two minutes now... Clumsy. Stupid. Inexperienced. Judging by voice, very young. His rifle is three inches away from the silver-haired man's head. One press of a trigger and everything would end. Why did he not do that? Serph doesn't know. He can't help but remember Jinana. Another decent person who would survive and achieve much longer if she'd act instead of talking.
His response takes three seconds. Serph suddenly ducks away from the rifle barrel, spinning around and unholstering his pistol at the same time. Before the soldier can react, he feels cold black metal pressing against his chin. A moment later, there are two shots. One of them releases three bullets that go astray and hit the petrified tree, making it crumble. The other one breaks the skin, shatters the skull, destroys the brain and is finally stopped by the white helmet.
Fifteen minutes pass.
Serph finds himself walking down another lifeless street. This one is familiar... It leads back into Lokapala's shelter. A drop of something warm slips down his hand, making Serph wince in surprise. He raises his hand and carefully licks the thick crimson liquid off his skin. During his time in the Junkyard, he suffered enough injuries to know how his blood tastes like. This isn't his.
He stops in front of the shelter's entrance, silver eyes staring into darkness. Several minutes later, he'll be down there. Breathing the stale air, listening to rust beneath his feet and watching how people avoid him in fear. But that will be later. Right now, he lifts his head and looks up into the bright, merciless sky. For the first time today, he speaks.
"I wish it would rain."
(( Here's the narrative I promised to Sera-mun! I know it took a while to post, but I'm very pleased with the results. :3 ))
(( Also, while this is numbered as I, there won't be a II for Serph. Instead, I'm plotting to post a narrative like this for every long-running char of mine. So Abe, Aya, Ether and Yuri will get parts II to V. ))
Dust rises and falls around the grey uniform's boots. Streets are dead and quiet. Many years ago, this world's sun decided that life must end. It turned black from hatred, and then sent merciless rays of light to Earth... With them, Cuvier Syndrome. Humans, plants and animals, all life touched by the black sun turned to rock and crumbled into dust. Now, years later, only broken statues stood in this place... A reminder of the sun's hatred. Those who survived, were forced to hide underground and come out at night. Only demons, creatures even more dangerous than the sun itself, could survive up here.
Demons like him.
One year ago, Serph lived in a similar world. It was dark and lifeless, with no plants or animals around. Tribes fought wars beneath endless rain, wars for food and territory, power and glory, friends and peace. For Nirvana. They took their laws and what virtues survived in their hearts, clung to them and moved forward, fought other tribes and devoured their enemies until only one would be left standing. One tribe that would create the life they wanted. Life in Nirvana.
But this place is different. There are no laws to follow and little hope hidden in everyone's hearts. Battles are fought for survival, until one side conquers the other and exterminates it. For people here, there are no beautiful dreams like Nirvana. No virtues to follow. No honor.
The sky never cries for this world.
Serph makes a turn and enters what was once a square. The old fountain is filled with dirty, foul-smelling water. An elderly couple shares a bench, their last moment of peaceful unity frozen forever in stone. A petrified boy reaches out for a large crumbling statue of a dog. Several steps away, there's a tree... A twisted grey husk surrounded by dust that formed from leaves. Serph looks over this scene and wonders how it looked in life. His mind brings up the memories from another world's New York. Serene atmosphere. Gentle. Alien.
"D-don't move, ghost!"
Serph knew about a Karma Society recruit tailing him for two minutes now... Clumsy. Stupid. Inexperienced. Judging by voice, very young. His rifle is three inches away from the silver-haired man's head. One press of a trigger and everything would end. Why did he not do that? Serph doesn't know. He can't help but remember Jinana. Another decent person who would survive and achieve much longer if she'd act instead of talking.
His response takes three seconds. Serph suddenly ducks away from the rifle barrel, spinning around and unholstering his pistol at the same time. Before the soldier can react, he feels cold black metal pressing against his chin. A moment later, there are two shots. One of them releases three bullets that go astray and hit the petrified tree, making it crumble. The other one breaks the skin, shatters the skull, destroys the brain and is finally stopped by the white helmet.
Fifteen minutes pass.
Serph finds himself walking down another lifeless street. This one is familiar... It leads back into Lokapala's shelter. A drop of something warm slips down his hand, making Serph wince in surprise. He raises his hand and carefully licks the thick crimson liquid off his skin. During his time in the Junkyard, he suffered enough injuries to know how his blood tastes like. This isn't his.
He stops in front of the shelter's entrance, silver eyes staring into darkness. Several minutes later, he'll be down there. Breathing the stale air, listening to rust beneath his feet and watching how people avoid him in fear. But that will be later. Right now, he lifts his head and looks up into the bright, merciless sky. For the first time today, he speaks.
"I wish it would rain."
(( Here's the narrative I promised to Sera-mun! I know it took a while to post, but I'm very pleased with the results. :3 ))
(( Also, while this is numbered as I, there won't be a II for Serph. Instead, I'm plotting to post a narrative like this for every long-running char of mine. So Abe, Aya, Ether and Yuri will get parts II to V. ))