Indra
Slash. Slash. Slash! He wouldn't fall here, couldn't fall here! He was a chosen warrior, the strongest messenger of God! So why? Why!?
"GEZO! WHY WON'T YOU FALL!!"
He couldn't accept this heart, his skill strength and power were all superior. So why!? Why wouldn't he get eaten!? It was annoying... annoying... annoying!!
"You know, I never really got you."
Two warriors were sitting over a rooftop, many aeons ago. In another place, another time... strangely enough, another Nexus where worlds converged. But a world full of falsehoods like so many others.
You could call them warriors all you liked, but really, they were both more like beasts, things that didn't belong there. It'd be weird to see a pair of fish suddenly walking on land, it'd probably be considered strange and alien for a regular person to see something like this.
What was so strange about these two then?
One might say... their EVERYTHING.
"Speak for yourself, Thousand Changes. I have no wish to converse with weaklings... even less with worms." Indra turned its prematurely formed maw at his companion begrudgingly. At that time, he was still far from perfection, his body was far smaller and frailer too. It was almost cute. At least, Nidhogg grinned at him like he was, much to his chagrin. "Sure, sure. I know, you're smitten for me."
The many-shaped monster stretched and sighed happily, while the remnants of a foreign army laid broken, burnt and assimilated down below.
"You didn't really have to go after the strays. Sure, they had interesting powers, but what good's going after weaklings who'll just run away?" Asked Nidhogg, totally ignoring Indra's begrudging hatred. He was an irritating man like that, and he totally looked like he enjoyed playing the part. Shockingly though, Indra actually bothered answering that... sort of.
"You had no need to burn those weaklings. Cowards or not, the souls I consumed had skills and strength that will be useful in the Dawn of the New World. But you just play around with food regardless of their power, just charging at whatever's aiming anything at you regardless of worth. It's disgusting, the way you take them is a disgrace to our holy mission."
There was a long pause. Sheesh, talk about moodkiller.
"I don't think that's true."
These words cut the silence apart, by none other than an irreverent weakling. Nidhogg was like that, Indra was like that. Sometimes, you just can't change. Sow ith a happy sigh, he took another lick of that seasalt ice cream that was all the rage, bodies being devoured beneath them be damned. "You talk of worthy people and unworthy people, but we're just dogs ourselves. Isn't it kind of unfair? To look down on someone based on your standards?"
Indra... was silent. No, for the first time, he looked at his comrade without dismissal, only confusion. Like his words were somehow alien, unnerving. "Ah, sorry, sorry. That's right, you wanna prove your own worth. But you know, for such a picky eater, aren't you missing the bigger picture?"
Indra's claws scratched against the rooftop. "What are you implying..."
"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just that I don't think it's about power or skill or whatever. Otherwise, why would the Will of The World choose a weakling like me? ...If it's about strength, I'm sure the heart's more important than whatever guns you've got packed. As long as you've got the will, you can keep fighting, improve yourself. If you give up, even if you've got the power of a God, that's all you're ever going to get. That's why you're imperfect pal, you've got your eyes on the trees and miss the forest. You only care about people who are strong now, and eventually, everyone's going to catch up and put you down for that. For me? Any bastard who can pick up a sword is just as good as any."
Indra... stared at the creature. Rather, for the first time, it saw that comrade as an actual creature. Someone outside of his comprehension, whom he just couldn't wrap his head around. This difference of values... was simpl far too great. One who valued fighting for fighting's sake, and one who valued power for power's sake. How could two beings who were so similar be so different?
"Nidhogg... we'll never get along. Boy." Indra growled. "Seems like it, Mr.Indra~."
The score so far was 234, 568 937 to 12, in favor of Indra. Five hours later, it came up to 234, 568 938 to 12.
As the serpent came to devour his world, he realized just how far he'd been played. The heart? Don't make me laugh. It's nothing like that. IN the end, INdra was utterly right. The difference didn't come from will or conviction.
Only one man's overwhelming power.
"You...pieces...of shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttt...!!"
Ripped, torn asunder, hurled away. And thus, everything returns to darkness.
And silence.
