Zero was in their cage, laying on the floor as it’s bed; it was night as their rotting cell had a window— dark stars illuminated the muddy room.
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“Hello.”
A voice, unknown, spoke— it spoke to the Imp, from inside their mind.
“Hello?” Zero responded, they looked at the ceiling; the dim lightbulb flickered.
“Why are you still alive, your soul deserves to be burnt— alongside mine.”
“Your voice sounds familiar — like the stalker, so is she dead?”
“I speak for those you’ve killed— those you pretend to masquerade as.”
“What?”
“Sole survivor of Invalia? My ass— you ain’t survive shit.”
“I was the only one, but how?”
Lichness, Nil, Jonah, Famine, Samiel’s army.
“I don’t get what I’m doing any more— I don’t understand, what are you doing?” Zero yelped.
“I’ll make you reborn— I’ll make all of us, those voices— our voices in your head. We will combine.”
Flames licked the ruined street. Ivory lifted Gabriel by the leg and slammed him until the Archangel crumpled.
A grin spread on Ivory’s face. “I made sure not to damage your mask — put a little of my love into it.” He dangled Gabriel, taunting.
“Cheers.” Gabriel’s breath came in ragged pulls. The ground shot up into a cocoon and trapped Ivory; Gabriel dropped out of the sky and leaned against a battered restaurant sign that read Closena. He grinned wryly. “Thank God that bootleg got demolished.”
He gathered a handful of flooring, shaping it into a rifle. “I’ll just use light as my ammo.” He aimed through a makeshift scope.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Ivory busted out of the cage— his eyes spiralling as he began to drool, bloodlust.
“I don’t enjoy this.” A foreign but familiar voice echoed.
Ivory paused as Gabriel began to lower his rifle, they both turned around— to view something.
An Imp, Zero.
But their eyes were blue— it didn’t even seem like eyes, just pure blue slick ovals.
“Stop the fighting.”
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“I’m sick of it.”
Zero batted their eyes— walking from ??? towards Ivory and laying a hand on his shoulder. “Stop, you’ve found your fun.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Hell?
Thidos?
Medea?
God?
Samiel?Ezekiel?
Who gives a fuck— who cares for them.
I’m a killer.
I’m better— I know what I’m doing is wrong.
I feel it.
That surge of empathy.
It’s repulsive…
But uncontrollable.
Why am I changed?“Because you have been reborn.”
Yes.
You are right.
No longer a peasant— a survivor of a genocide.
“It wasn’t just you anyway, many of your people survived— you just wanted the credit.”
Who doesn’t?
I just want to be acknowledged— for something.
I’m a hero.
Not like a Saint.
What divides Man from Saint? Saint from Angel? Angel from God?
Answer me that.
“Importance.”
Of course.
You value a hero more than a typical man— a protective angel more than the hero, and God above all.
Why didn’t I know sooner.
Slavi— what a shitty term.
What am I doing?
What am I writing?
Why do I feel at all?Why do I feel such emotions— such confusion, such ignorance, such decay.
Decay such as Richard— such as the man cursed with witnessing death, and unable to unsee.
How sad.
I didn’t do anything then— I actually felt.
I laughed?And it wasn’t for misery.
I laughed a while ago?
Am I you Zero— or am I just putting it on?
Think Imp.
Flames licked the ruined street. Ivory lifted Gabriel by the leg and slammed him until the Archangel crumpled.
A grin spread on Ivory’s face. “I made sure not to damage your mask — put a little of my love into it.” He dangled Gabriel, taunting.
“Cheers.” Gabriel’s breath came in ragged pulls. The ground shot up into a cocoon and trapped Ivory; Gabriel dropped out of the sky and leaned against a battered restaurant sign that read Closena. He grinned wryly. “Thank God that bootleg got demolished.”
He gathered a handful of flooring, shaping it into a rifle. “I’ll just use light as my ammo.” He aimed through a makeshift scope.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Ivory busted out of the cage— his eyes spiralling as he began to drool, bloodlust.
“I understand your bloodlust—”
A voice pierced into the Nephilim’s brain.
Nephilim?
“I know about you being the offspring of Thidos— I know about you all. Ivory Timpleson.”
The voice was disembodied— the Imp was asleep, happily whilst Gabriel clung onto his rifle, readying the shot. The man clutched his head— screaming before tumbling to the ground. Blood leaking out his ears as his eyes turned bloodshot.
“Ivory Timpleson, Xeras Timpleson, Diane Timpleson— what a beautiful family.”
A scream before a cackle.
“Are you a voice from hell?” Ivory looked down to the ground— spiralling and smiling.
“Hell is where the bad go— correct?” A feminine voice dripped from below— hell, burning and suffering whilst bubbles popped.
“Trapped in between Hell and Heaven— I AM!”
“Wonderful— Every.” Ivory stood up— the bleeding stopped as everything reverted.
It goes the same from then.
“I have been reborn— as a true devil.”
Zero stood in his cell, his arms outstretched as he stared above— at the ceiling. The dim lightbulb hanging slowly, it tilted and swayed; side to side before falling. Falling in front of the Devil.
His eyes were blue, too blue— everything else, was the same.
But was it really?
“Lies? Deceit! Revenge? Courage! I am the resurrection of thou self and thou will be me! Thidos ordered the destruction of me! Mine! For what? Fear of divinity being tainted by me! Of course they couldn’t find me— I am beyond! Even when they knew I was behind the killings, NOBODY CAN STOP THE TRUE REBEL!”
The devil stood in the room— the night sky shining on their crimson skin as their tongue licked the heavens above.
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taste of my love is divine for you
and you treat me as such a fool
i’ll kill your fucking family you disgusting bitch.
“I guess ?????? should be fixed now— for me. I’m who I want to be. Who everyone wants me to be.”
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