The End Is the Beginning Is the End
Who: A Creature, an Angelii, an Aeon, and something else....
What: METAPLOT.
Where: ~*it's a mystery*~
When: Time is relative. (Starts Wednesday-ish.)
Note: You'll want to track this, everyone! It's not quiiiite finished. (Sleep is a terrible, demanding thing!) OKAY WE'RE DONE.
It had walked.
For a very long time, it had walked. Wandered the Halls. Made its way through their winding lengths, watched as they twisted and turned with the world above.
For a time, they had vanished entirely. Then, it was left alone, swallowed by the enormity of the Chaos surrounding it. Only then was it truly lost. Without its kin, how could it not be? And then, the Halls had returned. And again, it had walked.
He. He had walked. But 'he' was nearly all that remained of the creature's identity. A creature with the form of a man, twisted from conception into reflection.
He, who had once Woken into a City of Change. He, who had once walked its streets and learned of those he had punished. He, who remembered so little of it.
Winding Halls and Chaos. Those, he knew. Those, he reflected.
He might have stayed within them forever, had he not found the very thing that had caused the Halls to disappear. Gluttonous. Insatiable. And then, it was this new thing's streets he walked. He sought to understand it, in his own way; to determine its guilt, or whether it had any at all. A thankless task, to be sure, but one he might have pursued indefinitely.
The presence of the guiltless being so close by, however, pulled him from his task.
He was no Ascended. But after so long within Chaos, the Labyrinth-kin was no simple Wakened, either. When he appeared before the one he sought, it was through a tear of red ripped into the fabric of reality itself.
Rusted metal glimmered faintly with the sheen of fresh blood as the creature tilted his head, examining the being that reeked of Nothingness.
What: METAPLOT.
Where: ~*it's a mystery*~
When: Time is relative. (Starts Wednesday-ish.)
Note: You'll want to track this, everyone! It's not quiiiite finished. (Sleep is a terrible, demanding thing!) OKAY WE'RE DONE.
It had walked.
For a very long time, it had walked. Wandered the Halls. Made its way through their winding lengths, watched as they twisted and turned with the world above.
For a time, they had vanished entirely. Then, it was left alone, swallowed by the enormity of the Chaos surrounding it. Only then was it truly lost. Without its kin, how could it not be? And then, the Halls had returned. And again, it had walked.
He. He had walked. But 'he' was nearly all that remained of the creature's identity. A creature with the form of a man, twisted from conception into reflection.
He, who had once Woken into a City of Change. He, who had once walked its streets and learned of those he had punished. He, who remembered so little of it.
Winding Halls and Chaos. Those, he knew. Those, he reflected.
He might have stayed within them forever, had he not found the very thing that had caused the Halls to disappear. Gluttonous. Insatiable. And then, it was this new thing's streets he walked. He sought to understand it, in his own way; to determine its guilt, or whether it had any at all. A thankless task, to be sure, but one he might have pursued indefinitely.
The presence of the guiltless being so close by, however, pulled him from his task.
He was no Ascended. But after so long within Chaos, the Labyrinth-kin was no simple Wakened, either. When he appeared before the one he sought, it was through a tear of red ripped into the fabric of reality itself.
Rusted metal glimmered faintly with the sheen of fresh blood as the creature tilted his head, examining the being that reeked of Nothingness.