Introduction
"All of them... they are the same... different skin, different flesh... but they kill, cheat, steal, and bite the hand that feeds them. They are nothing more than monsters I once made the made the mistake of having faith in." -Pandora
The great machine, Chaos, a pristine construct, an automated world, no gears, no pulleys, and no need for electricity. Parts of it seem even disconnected and float with only a thread of energy connecting them. The majestic machine constructed by the unworldly now abandoned and lonely. Hollow hallways stretch outward lined with pillars of disconnected fragments swirling around a central light not of fire or bulb, through cuts in in the floors and walls haunting light pulses towards some destination. Some of the only decorations within this massive temple-like setting is fountains, engraved symbols, statues protruding from the ground in central hub points resembling a kneeling female, doors with strange latches that open and close automatically, and the occasional furniture and beddings, the only reminders that other beings are here.
How you got here, you do not know. You remember everything before this point but not the actual ending up here. You have been landed in a strange circular courtyard of clear hard floors, and above an ethereal unnatural sky without a sun... but just a glow surrounded by rings of something. As you try to make some sense of all this you hear a cold male voice from seemingly nowhere.
"You have been selected to represent your world. Be your deeds glorious or infamous, it matters not here... I am Daemon Furor and I will be one of your arbiters... and I shall weigh the worth of your transient existence... but concern yourself only with one thing: victory. Victory is achieved by those who reach the core of Chaos, this world."
Another male voice comes in, sounding slightly less cold.
"Victory in overcoming the challenges placed upon you and reaching the center of Chaos means granting all that you may ever desire. As for myself, I am Daemon Metus, I mean you no malice, you have my deepest apol-."
Daemon Furor speaks again.
"The rules are very simple, do whatever you need to to be the one who wins. I will not lie to you, it will not be easy... after all... what is? But Pandora has graciously allowed you more than... you deserve... your 'skills' are all open to you and so are the tools of your particular... trades. We will be here watching, so sort things out among each other and begin following whichever path you desire."
With this the place once again grows somber and silent.
Without an exit in sight it seems the only way out is to play their game, to reach into the heart of Chaos.
The great machine, Chaos, a pristine construct, an automated world, no gears, no pulleys, and no need for electricity. Parts of it seem even disconnected and float with only a thread of energy connecting them. The majestic machine constructed by the unworldly now abandoned and lonely. Hollow hallways stretch outward lined with pillars of disconnected fragments swirling around a central light not of fire or bulb, through cuts in in the floors and walls haunting light pulses towards some destination. Some of the only decorations within this massive temple-like setting is fountains, engraved symbols, statues protruding from the ground in central hub points resembling a kneeling female, doors with strange latches that open and close automatically, and the occasional furniture and beddings, the only reminders that other beings are here.
How you got here, you do not know. You remember everything before this point but not the actual ending up here. You have been landed in a strange circular courtyard of clear hard floors, and above an ethereal unnatural sky without a sun... but just a glow surrounded by rings of something. As you try to make some sense of all this you hear a cold male voice from seemingly nowhere.
"You have been selected to represent your world. Be your deeds glorious or infamous, it matters not here... I am Daemon Furor and I will be one of your arbiters... and I shall weigh the worth of your transient existence... but concern yourself only with one thing: victory. Victory is achieved by those who reach the core of Chaos, this world."
Another male voice comes in, sounding slightly less cold.
"Victory in overcoming the challenges placed upon you and reaching the center of Chaos means granting all that you may ever desire. As for myself, I am Daemon Metus, I mean you no malice, you have my deepest apol-."
Daemon Furor speaks again.
"The rules are very simple, do whatever you need to to be the one who wins. I will not lie to you, it will not be easy... after all... what is? But Pandora has graciously allowed you more than... you deserve... your 'skills' are all open to you and so are the tools of your particular... trades. We will be here watching, so sort things out among each other and begin following whichever path you desire."
With this the place once again grows somber and silent.
Without an exit in sight it seems the only way out is to play their game, to reach into the heart of Chaos.
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Mia looks over to pandora then the creature. "My race was enslaved all to help with basic things they are too lazy to do. They thought it would help. It caused misery for my people. Your vision may be not what is good but what may kill you."
The Crimson stands back up forming the red tendrils into another arm that pushes the spear all the way through.
"And ye-yet... that is their f-freedom. All worlds are li-like this... ignorant, unenlightened, SELFISH. If the roles were reversed, your kind would have done the sa-same. I know how your hearts work... more than you know yo-yourselves..."
Crimson looks back at them all standing before Pandora's throne holding their head, the air distorted around them, their wisps now vaguely resembling the wings of a monarch.
"I have lived a life of servitude, an-and regret it not. I served a gr-great man... and yet his kindness was rewarded in death. WHY FUROR?!" The Crimson screams, their voice and mood shifting erratically but becoming more clear.
"I had always known this to be true. There is nothing they know that I do not, I created them afterall... but still I did not wish it to be true..."
Furor's damaged form gets back up and reaches out to Pandora.
"Forgive me, I perceived a threat. I thought that he'd use you... take advantage of your... weakness."
"And to live in self-pity all these years hating the world is not weakness..?"
Morpheus holds up his hand and creates a large blast straight up into the air breaking the conversation.
"That is the past, we can do nothing about it now. Furor made a mistake, and he's been kind of a jerk to us, but he thinks he's doing the right thing. All of you intend something you believe is right, but you haven't even tried talking it out and just act on your own without truly considering others. I've done it... and you are doing it now, Crimson."
The Crimson holds its head going back into its berserk frenzy and lunges at them. The unstable power and distorted space creates an immense pressure around the Crimson that is felt as an impact to them all, but Morpheus shields and grabs hold of the Crimson. Time seems to slow nearly to a stop as the two pressures impact one another, debris slowly float suspended in the air.
"Why do you oppose me..?"
"I don't. I actually agree with you, it isn't fair. What I oppose is all that pain and hatred built up inside... in this state... you'd only end up destroying it all. We can't allow that..." Morpheus signals Aranel and then the others to make their move.
"I do not want to destroy... and I do not wish to die..."
"This is not the end, only a transition."
"And ye-yet... that is their f-freedom. All worlds are li-like this... ignorant, unenlightened, SELFISH. If the roles were reversed, your kind would have done the sa-same. I know how your hearts work... more than you know yo-yourselves..."
Crimson looks back at them all standing before Pandora's throne holding their head, the air distorted around them, their wisps now vaguely resembling the wings of a monarch.
"I have lived a life of servitude, an-and regret it not. I served a gr-great man... and yet his kindness was rewarded in death. WHY FUROR?!" The Crimson screams, their voice and mood shifting erratically but becoming more clear.
"I had always known this to be true. There is nothing they know that I do not, I created them afterall... but still I did not wish it to be true..."
Furor's damaged form gets back up and reaches out to Pandora.
"Forgive me, I perceived a threat. I thought that he'd use you... take advantage of your... weakness."
"And to live in self-pity all these years hating the world is not weakness..?"
Morpheus holds up his hand and creates a large blast straight up into the air breaking the conversation.
"That is the past, we can do nothing about it now. Furor made a mistake, and he's been kind of a jerk to us, but he thinks he's doing the right thing. All of you intend something you believe is right, but you haven't even tried talking it out and just act on your own without truly considering others. I've done it... and you are doing it now, Crimson."
The Crimson holds its head going back into its berserk frenzy and lunges at them. The unstable power and distorted space creates an immense pressure around the Crimson that is felt as an impact to them all, but Morpheus shields and grabs hold of the Crimson. Time seems to slow nearly to a stop as the two pressures impact one another, debris slowly float suspended in the air.
"Why do you oppose me..?"
"I don't. I actually agree with you, it isn't fair. What I oppose is all that pain and hatred built up inside... in this state... you'd only end up destroying it all. We can't allow that..." Morpheus signals Aranel and then the others to make their move.
"I do not want to destroy... and I do not wish to die..."
"This is not the end, only a transition."
Mia slowly begins to laugh. "You know how my heart works?" She sits down. "Clearly you have not been threw the pain I have." a tear escaped her eye. "I watched as my parents were butchered. I grew up in a metal box Wiped for an hour strait daily. Sold so that I could do work that others were too lazy to do themselves. I watched the love of my life slowly die due to a disease that makes you rot from the inside out. I lost little sister." she stands back up. "So when i asked for the simple wish to leave I'm selfish. Yet you tried to force you own rule on us. When we WORKED to get her so we could make our life better in some way. FUCK YOU! You have no idea what we have been threw. You were stuck here in this place. So far I have yet to see a problem that was not put in place by YOU or one of US. So far all I see is how you have it made. You make me sick. I thought there was some good in you the beauty of that garden you made. It was a lie. You only did that to get us to do what you want." Mia could no longer keep the strong and angry voice. Now it turned into the sad and weak. She then says between sobs. "This great man you served may be great. Yes that might be true, But that means he was no slave driver. He was nowhere as bad as my owner."
Mage Hunter slowly peeked over his shield.
Mage Hunter slowly peeked over his shield.
The Crinson is silent for a moment, their demeanor changing, a moment of absolute tranquility to them fighting to suppress the violent storm.
"I know because I've tapped into the suffering and pain of many millions of people. I know that every world has some level of prejudice, many tragic stories that nobody ever remembers, names lost and struggles shrugged off... and the value of their lives are lost. I have seen this for many years, and the question continues: why doesn't somebody with power step up and make it stop?"
The violent sense starts to emerge again, the feeling of anger and anguish once again fills the air.
"And ye-yet I want to force them into a position that is on the same level... to sever their sense of superiority. And recently, I wanted to cause pain to the one that took the only thing that gave my existence purpose... I never even got to know of his death until recently... so many years of silence, emptiness, and repeated attempts to purge me. Treated as a virus, an infection, a MISTAKE..."
The violent sense fades back some. Crimson lowers their head.
"Imagine it... for many years searching for a loved one, with hope to be reunited, only to find out you were only hunting a ghost. Horrible it is to watch them die, horrible it is to never know... until then I had never felt such an urge to end another life... but now... now I feel that with such intensity..."
"I know because I've tapped into the suffering and pain of many millions of people. I know that every world has some level of prejudice, many tragic stories that nobody ever remembers, names lost and struggles shrugged off... and the value of their lives are lost. I have seen this for many years, and the question continues: why doesn't somebody with power step up and make it stop?"
The violent sense starts to emerge again, the feeling of anger and anguish once again fills the air.
"And ye-yet I want to force them into a position that is on the same level... to sever their sense of superiority. And recently, I wanted to cause pain to the one that took the only thing that gave my existence purpose... I never even got to know of his death until recently... so many years of silence, emptiness, and repeated attempts to purge me. Treated as a virus, an infection, a MISTAKE..."
The violent sense fades back some. Crimson lowers their head.
"Imagine it... for many years searching for a loved one, with hope to be reunited, only to find out you were only hunting a ghost. Horrible it is to watch them die, horrible it is to never know... until then I had never felt such an urge to end another life... but now... now I feel that with such intensity..."
Pandora stands up and begins to restore Furor and Metus while she can do so.
"Very little of the Crimson now can be said to be for certain either a being of flesh or a machina. Many would value an existence they could never be destroyed, but I suppose you wanted to become closer to what Adam was... once upon a time I wanted to cast away all this and live that kind of life." She looks down and closes her eyes. "No, I still do... as for the Crimson, I could provide a machina frame, but..."
"The world would be more receptive of you than you realize, many miss the old ones." He says taking a moment to breathe, likely the strain of holding the Crimson in place. He chuckles some and starts to laugh. "For a long while I lived a life apart from others, an aberrant. And now, in these moments I've seen beings like myself, more unusual than myself be regarded as people. I'm... for the first time actually... completely fine with everything..."
Vaguely resembling tears, aetheric wisps flow from his eyes dissipating into the air. He turns to Aranel and holds his hand out.
"That being said... your healing magic mixed with my mother's primal aethera."
"Very little of the Crimson now can be said to be for certain either a being of flesh or a machina. Many would value an existence they could never be destroyed, but I suppose you wanted to become closer to what Adam was... once upon a time I wanted to cast away all this and live that kind of life." She looks down and closes her eyes. "No, I still do... as for the Crimson, I could provide a machina frame, but..."
"The world would be more receptive of you than you realize, many miss the old ones." He says taking a moment to breathe, likely the strain of holding the Crimson in place. He chuckles some and starts to laugh. "For a long while I lived a life apart from others, an aberrant. And now, in these moments I've seen beings like myself, more unusual than myself be regarded as people. I'm... for the first time actually... completely fine with everything..."
Vaguely resembling tears, aetheric wisps flow from his eyes dissipating into the air. He turns to Aranel and holds his hand out.
"That being said... your healing magic mixed with my mother's primal aethera."
Mia stands up "I have learned some magic that can amplify whatever you are trying to do." she says wiping away a tear. "Ill try to calm people down if this gets out of hand." Mage says walking up with his shield to his side.
Morpheus nods. "Together."
He then reaches out to the Crimson, the energy now infesting the Crimson clashes with theirs as if it itself had a mind independent of the virus. The air around them warps and crackles like a storm and a force wraps tightly around his arm. The energy restraining him is unmistakably his own. It begins to try dragging him in.
"Never thought I'd have a literal tug of war with myself." He grips firmly onto the arcane energy then looks to Mia and Aranel. "Ready!"
He then reaches out to the Crimson, the energy now infesting the Crimson clashes with theirs as if it itself had a mind independent of the virus. The air around them warps and crackles like a storm and a force wraps tightly around his arm. The energy restraining him is unmistakably his own. It begins to try dragging him in.
"Never thought I'd have a literal tug of war with myself." He grips firmly onto the arcane energy then looks to Mia and Aranel. "Ready!"
Molkrii's armor snapped, forming into a suit that she used in heavy combat. Looking over to Furor, she nodded.
"I, as well."
"I, as well."
Morpheus pulls the violent energy forth from the Crimson, it lashes out like bolts of lightning, it begins to materialize outside of the Crimson with a monstrous presence. It acts independent of the Crimson, a feeling of a purely primal and aggressive nature emanates from this force. With it too, portions of each of them can be felt within it.
"Alright, now!" Morpheus exclaims.
"Alright, now!" Morpheus exclaims.
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