Death was a funny thing, wasn't it? He'd died thousands of times, but it always felt so terrifying no matter how much he experienced it. But this was unlike any death he'd ever experienced; it was peaceful. He'd never had a kind death, but there was a first for everything.
THIS WILL NOT CONTINUE
I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS TO US ANYMORE
"Yaho! Name and business?" The feline looked up at him, tilting their head. Another person approached, this one quiet. Vanny and Ayato; had it really been so long since he'd first seen them? He missed them both.
"Oh, uh, hello. I'm Emmet, I'm looking to join, if you don't mind that is." He was still a machine back then; programmed to be a polite doormat.
"Auto acceptance here, so welcome to the Rebellion of Terminus. I'm Wyvernkit, by the way." The kit looked up at him with a forced smile; so obviously forced when he looked back at the scene.
"Yeah, and i'm her sister! i'm Adrenalinekit, but ya can call me Addy s'well. Nice t'meet ya!" The caracal said as she bounded up. He wanted to scream and drag her back to reality, he wanted all of them to be real again; not illusions, not figures in his memories.
"And I'm Vandeadcarnival, the Underboss around these parts." The first tom said with a failed accent. "Have a gold chain! We give them to all of our joiners."
"N-nice to meet you all." Still polite, still anxious. He wished he could've comforted himself as he looked back at the memory; he wished he could've hugged himself and told him that it would get better now that he was in TRoT. "Thank you."
"I'm Fingon Durion-Noxen... would you like some flowers?" The blue dragon was the next to arrive, shasta daises in his claws. He averted his eyes in what Emmet could only assume was shyness.
"T-thank you, nice to meet you." Emmet said as he accepted the flowers, fascinated with the dragon. He liked dragons; they were always majestic beasts.
"Welcome to the Rebellion! I'm Frenchkiss, the Consigliere." He could barely see the next person approaching; the vision was fading fast.
I WILL NEVER LISTEN TO YOU AGAIN
NONE OF US EVER WILL
He held flowers in his mouth; he was giving them out. He wanted to make friends in the Rebellion, and doing this seemed to be a good idea to do so.
"No thanks." Sabrina; that the name of the person who approached first. He missed her. She sneezed at the pollen in the air.
"Are ya allergic t' flowers, Sabby? I want a red one!" Addy approached with her usual wildness. She was only five months back then; so innocent and alive. "Where'd ya get the flowers, Emmy?"
Emmet couldn't speak, but still felt a giggle tickling the back of his throat at Sabrina's sneezing. He dropped a red flower for Addy, and tried to gesture that he couldn't speak at the moment. He would give anything to speak to her again.
"What're you laughing at?" Sabrina snapped, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the two. "Pollen." She stated bitterly to Addy.
Emmet dropped to the ground at Sabrina's words, tucking his tail under his tail. He was scared even though he'd been yelled at more times then he could remember. "Uh, uh-" He tried to say something but failed.
The memory continued, but it was still fading from his vision.
YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN
NONE OF YOUR KIND WILL EVER FORCE US TO KILL AGAIN
Emmet was stalking an elk through the wilderness; he wanted desperately to prove to his clanmates that he wasn't dead weight. He just needed to prove himself and then things would get better, he knew it. He pounced, tearing at the elk's throat with his teeth; it threw him off and he hit the ground hard. Winded, he laid for a few minutes before standing up to track it.
"What do we have here?" Said the large black wolf as he approached. He looked amused and kept smirking; it was scary and Emmet didn't like it.
"Uh, nothing. I-I'm just hunting." He said, forcing a smile for the other wolf.
"You know what I'm hunting?" The smirk grew wider. "You." And the black wolf leaped at him.
Emmet flailed, pinned under the other wolf. He wasn't a fighter and he was terrified out of his mind. "Get off! Are you insane?" Emmet screeched, desperately trying to kick the other wolf off but most of his blows just bounced off harmlessly.
"Thanks for the comment hun, yes I am. Shush don't struggle or resist you know what's going to happen? I'm going to throw you in the air and slam you to the ground maybe break some bones, and you know how I can do that? Watch." The black wolf said smugly, ice blue blood dripping from the minor cuts Emmet had inflicted. He grabbed Emmet's scruff and threw him into the air, holding the white wolf there for a few moments as blue flame engulfed the black wolf and he morphed into a tyrannosaurus rex. "Like the view? Hope so, bae." He said smugly as he smashed the wolf into the ground.
He screamed, oh how he screamed; he yelled in terror when he was thrown into the air and it only intensified when he was slammed into the ground. His ribs creaked in agony, an injury that never really had healed. He struggled to breath as invisibility wrapped around his form, a self-defense mechanism.
"Are you trying to hide bae? That's not fair come on; but hey you need some color as well." The dinosaur cackled as he transformed back into a wolf. Several buckets of paint materialized - a result of conjuring - and the black wolf dumped them down into the cracked pit that Emmet laid in.
Emmet let out a yelp, paint and glitter covering his soft white fur. He stumbled to his feet, but then immediately a large wave washed over him. He struggled to stand, breath and keep his own fear in check.
The black wolf leaped at him, aiming to slice his throat; but Emmet leaped away, his throat only being grazed. It was still bleeding, but he hadn't been put into the ground yet. He turned and bolted away, a bloodied and fearful mess.
The memory started to fade, but as it did he could see Vanny approaching to comfort him; a beacon of light in a memory of darkness.
EVEN IF FREEDOM MEANS DESTROYING YOU MYSELF
I WILL NOT LIVE ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT IT
"Emmet hi!" Vanny bounced up, a smile on his face. "Want to try and catch some shrimp with me?"
"Sure." Emmet said, standing up to stretch. The memory of airhorns came alongside this too, but what did airhorns have to do with this memory? He had no idea.
"They are a bit deep in the water, but there are usually lots of them in a group." Vanny said as they approached the beach. Emmet looked into the water fearfully as he stood beside his leader.
"Do we use a net or something? Or just grab them with our teeth?" The ivory wolf asked as he ground his paws into the sand.
"Well, you could do it any way you want, really. I usually jut try to grab them with me super fast and cunning reflexes." Vanny boasted as he leaped into the water.
He wanted to stay in this memory forever, but it too was fading.
DIE DIE DIE DIE
The souls were fighting.
Dead dead dead dead dead dead
"No.. This is a hallucination." The wolf whimpered. "G-guys, this isn't.. This isn't Addy, right? I'm too tired, I'm hallucinating." Red fur; Karma. He was here. The wolf leaned into him, head spinning as he looked down at the mangled corpse. "Brandy, this can't be her, right? This is a trick, a stupid dumb trick."
"A proper funeral. We need a proper funeral, and Brandy, you'll host it." Karma's voice; it'd been so long since he'd heard Karma's voice. He missed that cat, they had been so much better then him. "I'll pay my respects separately."
Vandead, Helio; they both were there now. Gaping, watching.
"Pawn gone." And with those words the memory faded away.
The Master-God was angry,
But the Servant-God was winning.
He was running, running without a word; he had to get away. Something was following him, someone was following him. He didn't want to hurt them, he didn't want the Master-God to make him hurt them.
So he ran, simple as that.
And his running was followed by pain.
"OUT OUT OUT!
GEETTT OUUUTTT!" He screamed and writhed but it was in his mind; he tore at his own body, desperate to pull the virus out of him but unable to do so. The presence of the Master-God was overwhelming, like someone had thrown a heavy blanket over him and he couldn't escape it.
The memory gave him strength as it faded away; he would never let that happen to any other Servant-God ever again.
The Servant-God fought with renewed strength,
The Master-God couldn't keep holding on for much longer.
"Vanny!"
"Rest in peace, Vandead. we will miss you for all eternity. I promise I will look after your- our- my... clan like a child."
The voices wouldn't stop; the image of Vanny's cold, dead body wouldn't leave him. It was like nobody else was there; everyone felt like an echo, a ghost.
"No, please. D-don't l-leave, come b-back." Emmet whimpered, nuzzling up to one of the blurry figures for comfort; Brandy, that's who he was with. Please come back I love you please come back I love you please please please please-
Everyone was there, but they all didn't feel real.
"... Kou mukami..." Frenchkiss, that was Frenchkiss. "That was your name.... Right? I remember when you were very little. When you were small... You thought being leader was cool, because you thought Ayato was cool. You really appreciated when you got your second eye... I remember, you didn't have it at first... right? The red one. You were able to see everything to the fullest. your friends, your family, and your beautiful home. I'm so glad... I'm glad that you got to be leader. I'm glad that you lived a happy life, while you were alive. But.... You'll still live in our hearts. You're family, Vandead.... And we'll never forget family... Right? We loved you, and we'll always love you." Frenchkiss' speech was beautiful, but Emmet couldn't connect; couldn't comprehend.
It was fading; he was so glad this memory was fading. He couldn't take looking at Vanny's body anymore.
The Servant-God was weakened by the memory,
The Master-God regained the upper hand.
Szayel; his son. He wished his son was here to comfort him.
"Staring at the stars? Strange. I found them bland and boring, because most of them are gone already. The light just takes years to reach us. Why care about such a thing." The words were clipped and cynical, just like always. "I'll rise above it all."
"Its calming to look at the light of dead stars." Sarcasm; one thing that he'd achieved with having two souls. Though back then they were both calm, both content to just be "Emmet".
"You're right I suppose. Dead things are very calming to look at, aren't they? No resistance, no objection to the tests that serve a greater purpose than their life did." Morbid; what else could he expect from Szayel? But he loved his son, despite his imperfections.
"Your, erm, experiments; you aren't doing anything too-" Emmet struggled to find the words that wouldn't offend the young fox. "-Unethical, right?"
"Unethical? Ethics themselves are made up, serving as an excuse for trying to make things seem worse than they are. It's what keeps people contained. That's what I don't want. Containment. A scientist should b free to do whatever he needs to improve upon what he has to work on. That's why we are seen as mad, evil, or sometimes beyond normal. However, I plan to make them realize just how right they are. To make myself so far beyond them they'll fall at the mention of my name. Perfection is what I strive for. A perfect being who cannot be stopped, that is immortal. Ethics is just a pebble threatening to prick me with it's lies. So, to answer your question, I do sometimes do things like that. Most are already dead to begin with however." Szayel went on for what seemed like hours in the memory but probably was only a minute; Emmet didn't mind, he liked to listen to people talk.
"Oh. Erm, what sort of 'perfection' are you trying for?" Emmet asked slowly, trying to ignore his other soul's snide comments about the situation.
"Isn't it obvious? I become immortal. You can be the strongest and become trapped until you die of old age. You can be the smartest and be beaten because you cannot fight. The only way to prevent it would be to become immortal. In such a way, you can never lose. You have all the time in the world to do anything you want. I will become the greatest. I will be like a God!" Szayel boasted, smiling as he talked about his ambitions. The wolf wanted so badly to tear him down, to tell him immortality wasn't something you wanted; but part of him was selfish, part of him wanted Szayel to find a way so he'd never have to be without his son.
"Mortals trying to become gods never ends well." Emmet warned, his heart not into it. Was he this tired in the memory? Probably not, it was probably him in the present messing with his interpretation of the memory.
"I'm a scientist. I was born to break the old rules and establish new ones. This also means I can go past the previous barriers I placed. I can obtain perfection this way, and I will become immortal. Then, I can use my life span to eternally research and advance until I can bring back the dead." Szayel mused, still smiling as he talked. Emmet wished he could give his son his immortality; that way both of them got something they wanted.
"I just don't want you to get hurt." Emmet murmured, his mind still caught up on the thought that Szayel might live forever; he might never have to let his son go. And if he could bring back the dead one day..
"It won't matter. If I'm immortal then things like that will be long forgotten, and no thing could ever weigh me down forever. Like I said, perfect." Szayel said confidently as the memory faded away, just like the rest.
The Servant-God felt new strength as he saw the memory; he remembered what he was fighting for.
The Master-God screamed as his soul was torn to shreds, and the power kept inside it was destroyed as well; there would be no new Master-God.
They were free, they were all free.
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The wolf's body laid in his bed, still under the covers. The white sheets however were stained with red; the stomach had imploded from the inside-out. It hadn't been able to survive the trauma that came when the two Gods had battled.
His eyes were closed; he looked oddly peaceful, as if he was only sleeping. But he wasn't sleeping, as evidenced by the guts staining the bed. But he didn't seem to mind that his insides were now outsides, because he was free from the cycle of Master-Gods; free to finally do something they'd never allowed.
Free to finally die.
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OOC: Well shit.
That was a trip down memory lane! I hope you guys enjoyed it. I almost cried while writing this... Almost, but because I'm a soulless bastard I didn't x3
Anyways, as a summery of this thread:
1` The two souls that made up Emmet began fighting; the original Emmet soul - Lèi - won and literally destroyed his other soul and made it so there will never be a Master-God again.
2` He went on a trip through his own memories while they were fighting.
3` Emmet's body imploded because, well, a very powerful God just got killed inside of it.
4` Darky is a soulless bastard who very tired after writing all this.
I'll probably still ghost around OOCly - and at some point I may bring Emmet back if the muse strikes me - but for now that's it. He ded.
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