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My Mind, a Wonderfully Aweful Place
Leo
The land between my thoughts is an interesting one, especially when I'm unconscious and unable to control where I drift.
I began my journey in a cage, in a room, in a place I was vaguely familiar with. Filled with darkness, it was unmistakable. Even the roughly humanoid shape, doubled over on the floor, was immediately recognizable. The poor flareon's fur was several times more filthy then the last time I had seen him, mounds of shit fell of in clumps with matted hair, and the once energetic eyes no longer held a spark, not even of fear.
"Hello." I whispered quietly, nervously, as not to startle him like last time. The muscles on his back tightened suddenly, that old spark suddenly flaring to life, but it died as quickly as it had come. The stood flareon shakily, every movement displaying resigned obedience.
"Who's there?" He called into the shadows. It wasn't a challenge, or an accusation, not even a threat, but a simple question.
"I am." I said quietly, doing my best not to startle him. I was the one in for a shock, however, when he turned around and stared directly at me. I looked down at myself and found my body, which I wasn't expecting to find, but I was translucent. I looked like a cut-out on wax paper that someone was shining a flashlight through.
The flareon watched silently as I did several spins, staring at myself, before he politely interrupted me with a loud cough. I turned back to him and apologized.
"Don't apologize to me," He said with a shake of his head, "I remember you, your voice. After I had chased you off I spent a long time thinking." His stare intensified, seeming to look right through... never mind. "Leo, you said you wanted to help me. How could you possibly..." He turned back around, crouching on the floor with a grunt. I tried to rest my hand on his shoulder, to reassure him, but it simply phased through his body.
"Listen," I sighed, "I can help you. But you have to help me help you." His head turned back towards me, those eyes kindling a tiny flame of hope.
"What do you need?" I smiled, and he returned the gesture.
"Your name and your general area." He nodded and sat back down, though now thinking rather than slumping.
"Well, my names Corrderow, but you can call me Corey. And I was in Black Wood Forest when they captured me." He stood back up, eyes misty with memory, and I didn't press the issue.
"Black Wood Forest," I thought aloud, "That's right outside Graysnow city, at the base of the volcano?" Corey nodded confirmation. "I will find you, and get you out. I promise, Corey." I smile lit up his gloomy face, and the tears that began running down his face left streaks of clean that shone red among the black filth.
His image blurred then, fading into blackness. I was enveloped in a sense of weightlessness, floating through empty space like nothing. The time seemed to drag in this suspended state. What was mere moments felt like days. In this state of extension my senses lost meaning, and they dulled, one by one, until a different sense began to take over.
At first I did not know anything had changed, but then I saw lights approaching. They were extremely bright, yet I felt no need to shield my eyes as they grew closer. They were all different colors, these lights, each one its own shade and spectrum. One in particular caught my attention. It was different, somehow. There seemed to be a strong blue light, bright even against the others, but within, at the very heart of the blue, was a flash of bright green. It was more intense than even the blue, powerful and demanding attention.
I reached for the green, intoxicated by the lovely color, but as my fingers grew near they faded. The lights dimmed to melt back into blackness, leaving me alone yet again.
I was not left to the abyss nearly as long, nor was I brought out gently. In a sudden rush of senses I found myself in a small office. It was very usual. A desk, scattered with papers, and a few chairs, a bookcase, and two doors. It reminded of those old movies with a detective, and this would be his office. I half expected a man in a trench coat, smoking a cigarette, to kick the door and start ranting about the latest case.
He was no detective, but the door was certainly kicked in. A heavy set half-breed stormed into the office, large red wings flapping in agitation and causing yet more disarray in the cramped space. Orange claws ripped angrily at his tucked, white shirt, pulling it from his black pants and revealing a compact gun holster. The large charizard head swung around as a second half-breed entered the room, this time a gengar, devoid of clothes.
"I don't see why you bother with the useless articles, Zenga. They don't really serve a purpose to us." Zenga, the charizard, growled and turned completely to face his colleague.
"Unlike you, I was once human, and this simple act is the only thing I still have to connect to humanity! I can't even write, do you know that?" He held up one claw. "This things are incapable of working a pencil, or even typing." He craned his neck to look behind him. "This damned tail has been nothing but a hindrance since I woke up, and every time I sneeze I burn someone." As if on cue he sneezed, a small burst of flame shot out his muzzle, setting several papers ablaze. He sighed unhappily, but the gengar merely laughed.
"Don't, it gets easier, you just have-" He cut himself off suddenly. He had taken a step into the room and was now staring at where I observed the interaction.
"What is it?" Zenga asked, straightening and shooting up.
"Were being watched."
With that I was shot from the scene, rocketed back through the darkness to land roughly upon what felt like sand and gravel. When I opened my eyes it was, except it was also an island, surrounded by red water. It splashed in thick waves on the shore of my stone seat. Nothing else was around, and the red sea faded off into the darkness that was the rest of the universe.
I did not want to be sent adrift in the endless black again, so I resigned myself to wait. It wasn't long before I was rewarded.
"Patience is a virtue, Bellrauthien, but it will not redeem your sins." From the darkness floated a devilish skull. It was eerily familiar, but I couldn't remember from where. The bleached bone shifted shape, from a human skull, lit with flames, to what appeared to be a wailords head, but always with spiraling horns. As it floated ripples appeared in the surface of the otherwise still lake of red. In the ripples I could see reflections of people dieing, or already dead and strewn across pavement in bloody messes. I tore my gaze away to find the skull mere feet from me, hellish coals burning for eyes locked on my form.
"Who are you?" I dared to ask.
"I am HE." It responded. The voice was surprisingly deep, mixed with a monstrous, guttural growl. "I am Lord of all, I control you, them," The head tilted slightly to signify the images in the water. "And everything around you. I am above Arceus, Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia. I created them, you could say they are my sons. I am known as many things in many places." The head began to circle me, creating yet more perverted images in the red water. It made me sick.
"Really," I said, trying not to vomit, "like what?" The head froze, shifting constantly, rapidly. When it spoke it roared, suddenly angry.
"I am HE! I am known as Satan, the Devil, God, Allah, The Savior, The Grim Reaper, Evil, Good, Light, Dark, Gravity, Space, Purity, and Sin. That does not scratch the surface of the names that have been denoted me. I am everything! I am! The name I use is Abyssus Eternus. Hell Eternal. HE. Do you understand, Bellrauthien?" I nodded weakly. "Good. Why are you here?" I was caught off-guard. I hadn't the slightest idea, yet HE acted as if he had no idea and I should no.
"You said something about sins, I suppose I'm here for redemption." His laughter that followed chilled me, shaking my bones and making me feel insignificant. And in truth, I was.
"There is no redemption for you. Look." HE dipped his chin down, which had conveniently morphed to elongate. The tip of bone stuck into the red and suddenly shot up, spreading a wave before me. I shied away, but it froze midair. In the frozen waves I saw the tortured faces of many, and some faces I recognized.
"These are people I've killed." He chuckled, which was still an unnerving sound.
"You are looking into there blood." I gasped, realizing the lethargic red water was so much more. "Every person you killed went into Purgatory, a state of absolute nothingness which I control. When you float through the blackness of space here you find your senses dulled to the point of non-existence. Now imagine that void filled with nothing but endless pain. That is the eternity you have doomed these people. Maybe some deserved it, but nearly all had redemption in there future, and you took that from them. Look." The wave shifted and I was presented with a whole new set of faces, ones I recognized like a bloody knife, so painful.
"My mother... and sisters..."
"You killed them in cold blood. You doomed them to Purgatory." I began to cry. I couldn't help it. I couldn't believe the death toll I had racked up. I was a monster. I deserved not to live any longer. I touched a finger to my cheek, where tears fell unfamiliar. It was then that I began to laugh.
"What is it you laugh at? Surely it is not this?" I laughed and held up my fingers, glistening red where I had touched my tears.
"I haven't cried in so long, it feels like, and now when I do it is in blood." I laughed until racking sobs took laughter's place. He released a sigh, a loud, vibrating sound.
"You have a chance at avoiding a fate worse than Purgatory." I looked up hopefully, but then saw the wave of pain again.
"But, I don't deserve it. Not after this. Fuck me." The wave collapsed with another sigh, melting back into the ocean of blood. A single drop lifted, a large, glowing red drop.
"If you look around you, you see the extent of the sea of misery you have caused." HE rumbled, "Now look at the ocean created by the man held in this drop of blood." My sea suddenly expanded rapidly, and at the same time my podium rose. I was well above the blood when I stopped. I couldn't help but gasp.
I knew that from my height I could see at least twenty miles in every direction, but the ocean of blood still extended beyond sight.
"And it keeps going." HE said, floating up beside me, "Do you know who did this? Who could have caused so much suffering?"
I knew who it was. Before HE had even hinted at it I knew. It was so plainly obvious to me, I had hunted the cause so long, and now I see the purpose for my hunt. I had a secondary drive now, a compound of reasons to continue strive for the extinction of this monster. Through gritted teeth I spoke the name of one so hated in my mind it blocked my vision with rage just to hear the name.
"Del."Chapter End Notes:If the next chapter isn't up already, give it a few minutes
The land between my thoughts is an interesting one, especially when I'm unconscious and unable to control where I drift.
I began my journey in a cage, in a room, in a place I was vaguely familiar with. Filled with darkness, it was unmistakable. Even the roughly humanoid shape, doubled over on the floor, was immediately recognizable. The poor flareon's fur was several times more filthy then the last time I had seen him, mounds of shit fell of in clumps with matted hair, and the once energetic eyes no longer held a spark, not even of fear.
"Hello." I whispered quietly, nervously, as not to startle him like last time. The muscles on his back tightened suddenly, that old spark suddenly flaring to life, but it died as quickly as it had come. The stood flareon shakily, every movement displaying resigned obedience.
"Who's there?" He called into the shadows. It wasn't a challenge, or an accusation, not even a threat, but a simple question.
"I am." I said quietly, doing my best not to startle him. I was the one in for a shock, however, when he turned around and stared directly at me. I looked down at myself and found my body, which I wasn't expecting to find, but I was translucent. I looked like a cut-out on wax paper that someone was shining a flashlight through.
The flareon watched silently as I did several spins, staring at myself, before he politely interrupted me with a loud cough. I turned back to him and apologized.
"Don't apologize to me," He said with a shake of his head, "I remember you, your voice. After I had chased you off I spent a long time thinking." His stare intensified, seeming to look right through... never mind. "Leo, you said you wanted to help me. How could you possibly..." He turned back around, crouching on the floor with a grunt. I tried to rest my hand on his shoulder, to reassure him, but it simply phased through his body.
"Listen," I sighed, "I can help you. But you have to help me help you." His head turned back towards me, those eyes kindling a tiny flame of hope.
"What do you need?" I smiled, and he returned the gesture.
"Your name and your general area." He nodded and sat back down, though now thinking rather than slumping.
"Well, my names Corrderow, but you can call me Corey. And I was in Black Wood Forest when they captured me." He stood back up, eyes misty with memory, and I didn't press the issue.
"Black Wood Forest," I thought aloud, "That's right outside Graysnow city, at the base of the volcano?" Corey nodded confirmation. "I will find you, and get you out. I promise, Corey." I smile lit up his gloomy face, and the tears that began running down his face left streaks of clean that shone red among the black filth.
His image blurred then, fading into blackness. I was enveloped in a sense of weightlessness, floating through empty space like nothing. The time seemed to drag in this suspended state. What was mere moments felt like days. In this state of extension my senses lost meaning, and they dulled, one by one, until a different sense began to take over.
At first I did not know anything had changed, but then I saw lights approaching. They were extremely bright, yet I felt no need to shield my eyes as they grew closer. They were all different colors, these lights, each one its own shade and spectrum. One in particular caught my attention. It was different, somehow. There seemed to be a strong blue light, bright even against the others, but within, at the very heart of the blue, was a flash of bright green. It was more intense than even the blue, powerful and demanding attention.
I reached for the green, intoxicated by the lovely color, but as my fingers grew near they faded. The lights dimmed to melt back into blackness, leaving me alone yet again.
I was not left to the abyss nearly as long, nor was I brought out gently. In a sudden rush of senses I found myself in a small office. It was very usual. A desk, scattered with papers, and a few chairs, a bookcase, and two doors. It reminded of those old movies with a detective, and this would be his office. I half expected a man in a trench coat, smoking a cigarette, to kick the door and start ranting about the latest case.
He was no detective, but the door was certainly kicked in. A heavy set half-breed stormed into the office, large red wings flapping in agitation and causing yet more disarray in the cramped space. Orange claws ripped angrily at his tucked, white shirt, pulling it from his black pants and revealing a compact gun holster. The large charizard head swung around as a second half-breed entered the room, this time a gengar, devoid of clothes.
"I don't see why you bother with the useless articles, Zenga. They don't really serve a purpose to us." Zenga, the charizard, growled and turned completely to face his colleague.
"Unlike you, I was once human, and this simple act is the only thing I still have to connect to humanity! I can't even write, do you know that?" He held up one claw. "This things are incapable of working a pencil, or even typing." He craned his neck to look behind him. "This damned tail has been nothing but a hindrance since I woke up, and every time I sneeze I burn someone." As if on cue he sneezed, a small burst of flame shot out his muzzle, setting several papers ablaze. He sighed unhappily, but the gengar merely laughed.
"Don't, it gets easier, you just have-" He cut himself off suddenly. He had taken a step into the room and was now staring at where I observed the interaction.
"What is it?" Zenga asked, straightening and shooting up.
"Were being watched."
With that I was shot from the scene, rocketed back through the darkness to land roughly upon what felt like sand and gravel. When I opened my eyes it was, except it was also an island, surrounded by red water. It splashed in thick waves on the shore of my stone seat. Nothing else was around, and the red sea faded off into the darkness that was the rest of the universe.
I did not want to be sent adrift in the endless black again, so I resigned myself to wait. It wasn't long before I was rewarded.
"Patience is a virtue, Bellrauthien, but it will not redeem your sins." From the darkness floated a devilish skull. It was eerily familiar, but I couldn't remember from where. The bleached bone shifted shape, from a human skull, lit with flames, to what appeared to be a wailords head, but always with spiraling horns. As it floated ripples appeared in the surface of the otherwise still lake of red. In the ripples I could see reflections of people dieing, or already dead and strewn across pavement in bloody messes. I tore my gaze away to find the skull mere feet from me, hellish coals burning for eyes locked on my form.
"Who are you?" I dared to ask.
"I am HE." It responded. The voice was surprisingly deep, mixed with a monstrous, guttural growl. "I am Lord of all, I control you, them," The head tilted slightly to signify the images in the water. "And everything around you. I am above Arceus, Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia. I created them, you could say they are my sons. I am known as many things in many places." The head began to circle me, creating yet more perverted images in the red water. It made me sick.
"Really," I said, trying not to vomit, "like what?" The head froze, shifting constantly, rapidly. When it spoke it roared, suddenly angry.
"I am HE! I am known as Satan, the Devil, God, Allah, The Savior, The Grim Reaper, Evil, Good, Light, Dark, Gravity, Space, Purity, and Sin. That does not scratch the surface of the names that have been denoted me. I am everything! I am! The name I use is Abyssus Eternus. Hell Eternal. HE. Do you understand, Bellrauthien?" I nodded weakly. "Good. Why are you here?" I was caught off-guard. I hadn't the slightest idea, yet HE acted as if he had no idea and I should no.
"You said something about sins, I suppose I'm here for redemption." His laughter that followed chilled me, shaking my bones and making me feel insignificant. And in truth, I was.
"There is no redemption for you. Look." HE dipped his chin down, which had conveniently morphed to elongate. The tip of bone stuck into the red and suddenly shot up, spreading a wave before me. I shied away, but it froze midair. In the frozen waves I saw the tortured faces of many, and some faces I recognized.
"These are people I've killed." He chuckled, which was still an unnerving sound.
"You are looking into there blood." I gasped, realizing the lethargic red water was so much more. "Every person you killed went into Purgatory, a state of absolute nothingness which I control. When you float through the blackness of space here you find your senses dulled to the point of non-existence. Now imagine that void filled with nothing but endless pain. That is the eternity you have doomed these people. Maybe some deserved it, but nearly all had redemption in there future, and you took that from them. Look." The wave shifted and I was presented with a whole new set of faces, ones I recognized like a bloody knife, so painful.
"My mother... and sisters..."
"You killed them in cold blood. You doomed them to Purgatory." I began to cry. I couldn't help it. I couldn't believe the death toll I had racked up. I was a monster. I deserved not to live any longer. I touched a finger to my cheek, where tears fell unfamiliar. It was then that I began to laugh.
"What is it you laugh at? Surely it is not this?" I laughed and held up my fingers, glistening red where I had touched my tears.
"I haven't cried in so long, it feels like, and now when I do it is in blood." I laughed until racking sobs took laughter's place. He released a sigh, a loud, vibrating sound.
"You have a chance at avoiding a fate worse than Purgatory." I looked up hopefully, but then saw the wave of pain again.
"But, I don't deserve it. Not after this. Fuck me." The wave collapsed with another sigh, melting back into the ocean of blood. A single drop lifted, a large, glowing red drop.
"If you look around you, you see the extent of the sea of misery you have caused." HE rumbled, "Now look at the ocean created by the man held in this drop of blood." My sea suddenly expanded rapidly, and at the same time my podium rose. I was well above the blood when I stopped. I couldn't help but gasp.
I knew that from my height I could see at least twenty miles in every direction, but the ocean of blood still extended beyond sight.
"And it keeps going." HE said, floating up beside me, "Do you know who did this? Who could have caused so much suffering?"
I knew who it was. Before HE had even hinted at it I knew. It was so plainly obvious to me, I had hunted the cause so long, and now I see the purpose for my hunt. I had a secondary drive now, a compound of reasons to continue strive for the extinction of this monster. Through gritted teeth I spoke the name of one so hated in my mind it blocked my vision with rage just to hear the name.
"Del."Chapter End Notes:If the next chapter isn't up already, give it a few minutes