Your body is stuck— forced into an empty abyss. It’s dark, you can’t see— you can’t feel, you can’t utilise any of your senses. It’s as if you are barely conscious. But your actions… they’ve lead you down to this path. An eternal purgatory, a labyrinth within a pocket universe, due to a failed rebellion. Hopes of aspiring the masses, they fall short on you. Why? Because you let your own emotions get in the way. A hero— turned decimator. A man who struggled all his life, born into poverty. Killing as a means to survive— turned into a Saint, by the mercy of God. God kissed your hand and you accepted that bliss. With love blooming in your heart you decided, you decide to rise. You didn’t become a Saint easily in the first place— the First Reprisal occurred. The first one in history. The destruction of the old world, it being reshaped by the True God and now Ezekiel’s death. Was Ezekiel the true God? Some may say so— you disagree though. But then it contradicts the past, doesn’t it. You were the one to kill Ezekiel, weren’t you. But then that goes against what Eliza spoke off— so was it really you? Was it an attempt to rile the masses— gloat? Demonstrate your power, power nobody has seen— due to your inactivity. Who knows if you were truly born into divinity— your backstory of living in poverty was a lie. You are just a walking contradiction, a manipulatory tale of how one flew too high— an Icarus.
An Icarus that tried to become more than Angel.
But how did you even become Angel?
You participated in the Reprisals possibly, but then it’s assumed you and Thidos came up at the same time. How does that work?
If you and Thidos rose at the same time— who ordered you? Who created the Reprisals anyways?
Was it Ezekiel?
A theory:
Ezekiel created the Reprisals to find suitable successors— to split himself into, he wasn’t murdered— it’s just a false tale told by those who participated.
But then it wasn’t the first Reprisal— it was Level Zero.
Level Zero rose you up to the position of Saint, the First Saint. When the world of the old was destroyed due to World War Three. It was silent. The planets— solar systems, all of it destroyed. Gone. For years— decades, centuries, millennia— it just was silent. Desolate.
One day… the True God returned and recreated it all. Less humanity and more variety— the laws of the prior world forgotten: physics, gravity, space, time, paradoxes. It was destroyed in order to give birth to a world— a world which was full of insanity.
It was born in a spiral— a spiral, God snapped his fingers and a spiral emerged from the embers flicked off— and those embers became the ‘multiverse’, ‘omniverse’, ‘verse’. It became any contrived belief that others think off when it comes to Genesis.
All life began at Nil.
Nil? Doesn’t that name sound familiar to you— she was one of the contestants within the Second Reprisal. The one you tried to sabotage— remember? The fanatic of the Imp, she was only defined by that. As the Imp’s name is Zero, she was named Nil— both were a ying and yang, two integers that collided. Sadly, they shouldn’t of— but now that chance of it occurring is gone, she’s dead now.
Whilst you’ve been here, a lot has happened— such as a new war.
But we are getting side tracked; what really is the point, is how you exist.
Your name, Hebrew—but not traditionally, it sounds like it but you have no meaning— no real existence; The Eternal One? The Speaker of Truth? Love turned Divine? Love Corrupted?
Your love for Thidos twisted into envy— you loathed him, how he was chosen as God. How after Level Zero, the demo of a Reprisal— you failed against him. He bested you? In a fight? In intellect? It remains dormant however Thidos won and you lost. However you were blessed to be a Saint— the first.
The thing was that it only was you— a title of being first in command has no meaning when you have no-one below. At Level Zero, Ezekiel rested— no wonder Thidos was so annoyed when you lied— you said he died. Ezekiel never died, he just split up— his embers still linger in the world, seen with his offspring— Gloxer Levy. How did it occur? Was Ezekiel’s dominion over the world so strong that nature needed to duplicate?
Wouldn’t it explain the lack of parents?
Timeline for you.
- The world gets destroyed in World War Three— details, unknown.
- God waits a long period of time before creating the world anew. This time with less rules, more fantasy and enjoyment.
- God creates an Avatar for himself— just as he did within the old world but quicker, sooner. That avatar is Ezekiel Levy— the God of Wrath.
- Ezekiel Levy goes around the world throughout Year Zero. He spreads wisdom, love, peace. Although being a lord of fury— he is benevolent, kind. LOVING.
- Ezekiel Levy decides at the end of Year Zero to hold a Demo. He splits his soul into three: Thidos, Medea and Samiel. After that— those three pick their first commands out of the whole world. Thidos chose you. Medea chose Ivory. Samiel chose G????????????????????O????????????????????????????D???????????????????????.
- You grow envious— you serve Thidos for 60 years. On that level 60, he decides to hold the first proper Grand Reprisal. Perfection, you have colleagues now— people to actually hold authority over. Best part? He ranks you as no longer just the First Saint, The Hero. But due to the influx— Thidos creates Angels, a new bracket to hold divinity. You become the Decimator— most powerful, the first Angel.
- He orders you to go on a rampage— that part was true, you did go and commit the genocide in Invalia, you loved it. However as you were doing it, you ran into difficulty. You are nigh-omnipotent, you could destroy any race— species with ease but a mere Imp. That Imp is your harbinger of doom. It made you question, ‘Why am I killing all these innocent people? Why do I enjoy it?’. That thought raced through your mind— your sick mind, as the Imp grew into the size of the planet. You saw, leagues away— not in strength but distance, and you spiralled. Bloodlust oozed from you as you ‘killed’ the Imp. With no difficulty. You flew into it’s heart— it died on impact, easily. Shrinked back to normal size as you desecrated the world. Fires, smoke, chaos, blood, death, love— it reeked— Invalia reeked of it after you were done.
- Days after— you wake up, here. With no recollection, no reason. You beg for Thidos, the lord— he ignores. It was a plot, you fell for it— like a mouse. Trapped in a cage after being lured with cheese, no you were stuck here. Your thoughts racing through your head. As you were trapped— for decades. Did you even count? The sense of time in hell, it vanishes whilst you are being burnt— got more important things to focus on.
- One day— you are free. No longer trapped in a black abyss but now in a place you recognised. Thidos’ throne room. He lies, he says that he doesn’t know what happened and he just found you— but you are smart. You know that the backlash of that attack, the meaninglessness of exterminating Invalians was immense. Someone had to take the fall. You smile— that sack above your head hiding your hatred, as you nod and follow his orders; go check up on Alabendo the Fifth. You never liked her, she was moody— annoying. Last memory you had of her, she was bitching in the cafeteria over curry— curry?
- You fly over there— no idea where she is but you just follow your soul. You see her fighting and stop it— instantly, she grits her teeth— spits. You are unfazed, typical shit she does. You fly down, try sort out the situation— you have barely any knowledge of what’s going on but you piece it together but then you hear someone— a familiar voice from the past.
- You haven’t conquered your phantoms from the past— they linger, ghosts float above your head. You are tormented by the reminder, of your sin.
- You turn around— recognise the voice, but why would I describe all of these events to you? You’ve done enough— you only care for how you got brought into here. I’ll explain it— I’m you so I know what happened, Amarze.
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“Shidoshi.”
Thidos muttered, his semblance flickered as he turned his head to look at you. You stood far away from him, your body panting as you stared at Miles’ body on the floor. He wasn’t dead yet, thankfully but it was confusing how he wasn’t. His head lied metres away from his corpse— it mangled due to Thidos flicking open the chest. The legs stood on the ground still as his eyes were grey; still in the mood of victory.
Guess he was dead now.
“What the fuck!” You screamed in horror, your vocal chords creaked as you tried to mask it— gripping onto your mask, “You killed my prospect! Brutal!”
“Now there is just two of us Amarze. Why must you hurt my soul like this?” Thidos looked at the ground— averting his gaze as his left arm, pure disfigured into a blade carved of human skin— eyes peeking out from the helm as a mouth was on the tip.
“Hurt your soul? Sorry to say— you aren’t the one forced into hell for no apparent reason.” You stomp your foot on the ground, a crater emerging instantly as a shockwave sent the room flying.
Miles’ decapitated head slammed against the wall, near Thidos as his unfiltered luminance sparkled.
“You broke my heart.”
“You did! I’ve done nothing but serve you! I get treated like shit! I get released, just to be an errand boy! Then you task of me of collecting Paris Guildford! That devil— he killed one of your men! Arvo is dead, he’s dead because of that bastard! It’s funny how stupid you are, you reclusive fucker.” You walk closer to him, an aura eminating from your body— bloodlust, just as usual.
“I won’t fight you Amarze, you are strong. It’d disrupt not only the Reprisal, but perhaps even the outer layer of this dimension.” Thidos smiled.
“I won’t lose.”
“I know you wouldn’t— you have a will, a will greater than anything present. But why waste it, why would I fight you when I know the truth.”
“Which is?”
“You are weak, Amarze.”
You stop walking to him, you pause as you just ponder what this idiot is talking about. Weak? How are you weak?
Why do you think like this?
“You are fractured, you arise to divinity but still float down mortal traditions. Envy, hatred, all these emotions— detach yourself. No wonder Ezekiel didn’t pick you. You use such human, man techniques. Look at poor Miles there, how will his daughter cope— not only suffering in the Reprisal, but Ilya’s old man is dead now due to your manipulation! After you threatened him, you think I don’t know what goes on in my OWN CASTLE? I’M GOD! I KNOW! It then breaks my heart, you lie like a human— sin like a human, feast like a human. Then you wonder— why you didn’t get picked, envy me for it. What do you think would’ve happened if you became God. A God with the personality of a human— I TRY TO CONTAIN IT AT LEAST! XERAS IS ME! SO I ATTEMPT TO SHOW IT IN THE WAYS I CAN! But you? You are beneath humanity— beneath Gods indeed, you are scum. You think you were the chosen one, you get so temperamental. Look at your own thoughts, you can’t even conclude yourself as you— you think you are some other being, observing yourself. It may help on manipulating my humans— MINE! HOW DARE YOU! TREAT MINE! MY KIN AS TOOLS! YOU MADE ME KILL MY OWN MAN! MY MAN! So I know what to do with you— now wallow in your shame, this time; I’ll let you see your eternal imprisonment.”
Yo- I.
I collapse to the ground. Sobbing, my mask— my sack. It’s full of my tears, my fucking pathetic tears. He was right! That bastard. Fuck! I just— I just can’t. I tried as well! I know I’m evil so I tried to help. No wonder Paris is such a worth successor to me— I’m evil, he is. What have I done.
My thoughts are collapsing, my vision is fading as I snatch my head from the ground. The marble creasing against my sack as I stare above me.
Leering is him, the God of Floria. I can’t see his face— he has no face within this form but I can feel his emotion.
It was just pity— he couldn’t bring a friend to the side he understood.
I was a villain— not a hero, not a fallen angel; I was just ungrateful.
In right hand was a black box— it had stars and bright flashes within it, like a universe. Then he placed it onto me— and I vanished.