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Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke
Don't bother. It's not like its my nature's fault. I chose this path, it's mine to walk. Thorns and all. He grinned wildly as ever, and opened his eyes. They were both self centered idiots in the end, there was no way they'd agree on anything.
But he liked this fool. He wanted her by his side, broken and bloodied behind his back, or with her hand in his. Curses or blessings were the same to this old man's heart, but he would never choose loneliness. This old man who raised a finger at Aruna, which now glowed with a purple, dark energy like bands of light trying to reach out into the unknown.
But you're nice. So I'll answer that question from earlier. It will be your punishment, for failing the first test. And my gift to you.
Was she ready? There was an ominous feeling in the air. If she was so arrogant as to shoulder the pain of humans, then would she shoulder his as well?
There would be no chance to regret this. No matter how much she'd cry or scream, the outcome would be something that can't be undone.
Please accept it.
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna's eyes widened at his response. Perhaps it was the candidness in which he spoke, or the strange way in which he held out his finger. Maybe it was just the simple folly of trust, but when she saw that darkness, all she could think was,
Oh.... I should probably move....
Whatever happened next was her fault, her choice.
Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke
She should have. She really should have. But it was too late. The moment they first met in the coliseum, this fate was sealed. But even so, she followed it with her own choosing. So even as this energy filled her body, mind and soul to the brim, even as the dark organisms inside her pulsed and grew thick inside her.
She made her choice.
Now, their hearts could become as one. Her heart grew even closer to his own.
Who are you?
Imagine you are an empty hole floating in an empty space. Already, this must seem ridiculous to you. People are narrow minded and self centered, it isn't as easy to broaden one's horizons as one thinks. If you ask somebody to imagine a color they've never seen, or a flavor they've never experienced, they will likely stare blankly at best. You are you, and no one else, so it isn't as easy to put yourself in a foreign shoe.
But I would like you to try.
Try to think that you are nothing. No, less than nothing. Something that only exists to draw things untoto itself. Something that cannot recognize anything, but can take everything. Space is vast, empty, and moves acccording to laws beyond understanding. It must be hard to fully wrap your head around something llike this, but please try.
If you can understand the impossible miracle that is the Nexus, this should be child's play.
Now imagine something different. Imagine a flame. Naturally, fire consumes. It can warm others, or hurt others, but it will never stop consuming in order to do either. If it stopped, it would simply stop being a flame, and turn into smoke and ash. Now, assume that this flame could somehow come to life. Imagine that you were living fire, made only to grow and consume. Even if you wanted to stop, your body will not answer you. It will not obey. Even if you cry or scream, you cannot change your nature and remain yourself. Even if you wanted to be scared, you were not molded to bear such emotions. Your body is already controlled by something that isn't yourself, and is being drawn into an emptiness that you can never escape from.
Life, carelessly harvested, thoughtlessly created. Born only to burst and fade away, only to be fed to this endless hole. Could these masses of fire and pure life truly be called living? Could the void that is mindlessly absorbing such lives be called alive?
No. No, no, no, no, no. Whether a person is made from their choices, their lot in life, or simply makes choices without consequence, a creation with only one purpose and no choice of its own can never be considered an individual. It is a thing, a mistake, something that has no right to choose, let alone the right to be.
And yet it is. It exists. You exist.
And suddenly, there is a spark. An accident. The tower's engineers did not plan for this, but the mage who orchestrated this smiles. Because he has managed to create life once more. But even though it is alive, it can never be anything other than itself. And you realize that you were born empty. Broken. That those engineers, mages and scientists smiling have something you don't. Something you can never have. A choice. The only thing you were given is a mind and an endless hunger that can never be satisfied, and the power to take what is rightfully yours. Because you are alive. Because you were born into this world. But you can never stop. Because like the flame, once this void stops consuming others, it will cease being itself. And that is scary. That loneliness and silence of nonexistence, the hollow echo of an empty void. You don't want it. You'll never go back to being something less than a person.
So you make a choice.
To make that endless hunger your own, or to be an unthinking slave to it. And right now, Aruna felt every inch of that maddening desire. A wish so unnatural, so grand, it could never be satisfied. A yearning for more, to finally be satisfied.
Zeke's yearning was felt as her own. And the only thing in your mind, the only thing you desire, the thing you want to conquer this very moment...
...Is you.
His voice suddenly snapped her back to reality. She wasn't Zeke. She was herself, Aruna. Her body was grabbed tightly around the waist, and pressed against his own large chest. There was no heat or beat inside that dark beast, but his smile and eyes truly desired her. And a voidwoken dragon does not let go of his snack so easily.
Thus, his bare chest was exposed against her body, and she could see cracks on it as if it were some kind of shell. Most surprising were the tattoos crawling over his back and shoulder, like a raging dragon ravenously stretching over his flesh. It was almost beautiful, in a raw, primal sense.
And she too bore a mark. A darkness stretching over her womb like the wings of a beast.
yinsukin:
Aruna
A strange dark energy filled her body. It was his mana, his juices, his vitality. Such a delicious feeling, one hard to describe. Of course, there was no pleasure without consequence, so what came next was merely karma.
Who am I?
Nothingness gave way to a void, a hole sucking in all, consuming everything. The universe spawned was being consumed by him, Aruna. Space is vast, enormous and beautiful. Strange how when floating there alone, all one can think of but one's self. But maybe that loneliness is what made her want to understand someone other than herself, because who cared when your just an all-consuming void? Who cares about yourself when that's all you can think about?
I want to try.
Fire. Aruna can still remember it, the fire. That thing he should be afraid of, the light of creation, the power of evolution. Within this space, fire wasn't the double-sided power of light, the creation that subjugated her people. For now he was fire, an ever expanding mass of energy, consuming all to continue its own existence. If he burned everything in his path, did he have a right to exist? Was it in his nature to destroy?
No, just to live.
To burn endlessly, to live to absorb, consume, you would need a truly selfcentered personality and a determination to step on anyone in your path. Could Aruna ever really live like that? No, because eventually he would care. Eventually, he would chose to stop burning for the sake of someone else, someone worth living, whos fire burns just as brightly or even brighter.
But could I really?
That is what he pondered as he became Ezekial, as he burned all those in his way. The accident, those engineers, maybe that was just the way it needed to be. After all, if he stopped burning, he would cease to be right? He would stop being himself?
No. That wasn't true.
Because all those who witnessed that glorious flame would forever have it burn in their mind. The fire if molded or harnessed would someday meld into something else, something greater. Yes, that's right. A fire burns so it can warm others and cook their food. A fire has a right to live, but cannot ever harbor the illusion of self importance. Even if it consumes all, one day it will go out. Then, as the fire disappears, it will wonder what it was all for. Maybe, it will even wish it went out sooner, having never truly touched another with its warmth.
So that... is the secret of the light.
Aruna found herself staring into his eyes. Her moderately sized chest pressed into his, her breasts squishing against those muscles. Soft but curious, that is how you could describe her stare. "This mark. Its a promise to consume me, fire for your ambition?"
"You managed to catch me now because I was a demon without purpose. Next time well..."
Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke
His eyes swirled like a vortex, and he grinned ominously. FIre flared! This was bad, it was dangeorous! He would-
He booped her nose with his before she finished, teasing as always. Always.
Before she could even protest, he flapped his wings and carried her away like a dragon carrying a princess.
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