Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2012 0:59:04 GMT
The floor sizzled underfoot as he stepped in, flames curled around grand poles then faded to be replaced by more. The stars shone overhead, like heaven taunting the denizens of hell with their grandeur. This was the palace of hell, of fire, the throne room of a sun god.
Yes, this wasn't hell. This was a god's domain, and Cain was here of his own will.
"Who is it now?" Boomed a voice from down the hall.
Cain took heavy steps down the stairs leading down to the burning corridor. He didn't say a word, but even a blind man could see that he had fury that burned more fiercely than the sun upon which he walked.
Cain continued to take steps towards a blinding light, that object of power, desire, and hate that had been waiting Cain since birth.
"Pitiful mortal." The divine voice spoke, now sounding disinterested as several spikes burning with death rose from the ground and impaled Cain on the spot. Cain immediately fell to the ground, blood spilling, then evaporating, becoming stardust that refused to join the lights above.
There was a deathly silence as the radiance just ahead turned away to return to its duties.
Suddenly, Cain twitched.
"No... I have too much riding on this. I WONT! DIE HERE!" He yelled as a gem on his arm glowed, it glowed so bright that it seemed to become its own radiance, its own singular being. The glass encasing the gem cracked, then smashed, and in that moment, Cain became something more.
"REKU! YOU DEGENERATE SON OF A B-"
"Wait, dammit that lines been used elsewhere. Maybe... agh!"
It was official, Alex had lost his train of thought and he was back in his room, staring blankly into the comforting glare of a computer screen.
He cradled his head in his hands as he leaned on the desk, massaging his temples.
"I don't know why I'm even still working on shadow sun, don't I have completely different projects to pursue? Dammit, dammit!"
He glanced upwards and noticed that the time was 8'Oclock. Time for college. Sure enough, he became aware of calls from downstairs demanding his presence.
Unashamedly, he got dressed, as always a different pair of blue jeans and a black jacket, followed nicely by his prized black cotton coat that went straight down to his knees. A bright red scarf and gloves makes his outfit complete. Truly, fashion sensibilities either trying to hard to look sophisticated or perhaps he simply wore clothes that reflected such sophistication. It doesn't really matter either way.
The car was quiet, as usual. Thankfully Alex's wishes to remain quiet were respected by his stepmother. Thoughts drifted past his vision, they reflected in the brain and quickly vanished as his attention flowed into the next thought. As the days went past, thoughts soon repeated, creating a loop of ideas that never really went anywhere. Ideas for stories, usually of gods and overcoming opposition, or ideas delving deep into narratives already experienced. Going over those memorable moments of the fanciful that had made him cry and laugh in shock and awe.
Reality soon led into college, however, of sitting there and watching friends talk and chatter as they enjoyed youth. Exchanging a few words which Alex treasured and further pondered, before quickly ending conversation when he had fulfilled his daily quota of speech, of which life demanded of him. Then he'd smile wryly as his best friend arrived late. A popular boy who always had people around him whenever those people could be around him, he'd talk and joke with them while slowly trying to make his way to his girlfriend and exchanging romantic embrace, words, and other actions. Time would march onwards to lessons before he could make his way to Alex, who purposefully stepped back so that he could be the one of the few people to allow his friend space.
As lessons went by Alex usually always reflected that with each passing week, the lessons seemed to fly past even faster. Alex avoided conversation and simply wrote down notes, and conversation with the classmates he liked usually only sped up the process yet further.
Walking to his grandmas before finally heading home was always pleasant, but thats enough of his daily routine. He would normally arrive home and begin browsing the internet while playing a game, or watch an anime but today something was different for Alex.
He received an email sent from an anomalous source that placed his mind in a different state. It read as follows:
"Alex, greetings. Its no secret to me that you seem to be caught in and endless loop called 'routine'. This doesn't bother you as much as most people, so it is with sorrow that I bring you this news.
See, the thing is the world is ending soon. How do I explain this- look, a man called Tenebrae wants you dead and he draws closer to your location every day. However, the tricky part in explaining this comes when I say that even if you evade him, he'll use his dark powers to swallow the earth. This may sound ridiculous and his motives perhaps incongruous but trust me when I say that the longer you evade him the more things will make sense- and perhaps you'll be able to discover a way to get out of this mess. I estimate this message has lost you a few days or so, but potentially it may have saved your life indefinitely. If you die early, then I apologize in advance.
I don't know how you'll evade him, but I'll give you one piece of advce that will make things harder for him- stop writing. Shutting down your thought processes would also help, but I'm sure you can see the problem associated with that.
Sorry, I'll try to meet you in person soon.
Signed, X."
Alex felt his mind swirl around in confusion at this mail. It didn't make much sense, but unlike most people, he decided to stay calm and close it up. His steely expression was retained, and he looked out of the window and into the gathering night.
A man walked down the street. Then again lots of men did that, and he looked quite harmless, an old man in a flat cap. Several young drunks yelled excitedly from next door, as they always did.
The mail felt too out there to be true, and Alex consciously dismissed it as hokum. But subconsciously, he was now ready. After pottering about for a bit, he went to bed. As he closed his eyes, eyes everywhere opened. Along his blank stretch of wall two eyes opened, bloodshot and blue. They were out of focus but around them smaller eyes began to open, similarly out of focus but all of different colours. Disembodied eyes watched from behind the window, several slid under the crack in the door. Others appeared in the ceiling and floor. They all sat still, staring into nothing. But then, something snapped. A click of a fingers or a sharp musical note played by an orchestra, a sudden signal. And in one swift moment all eyes were upon Alex, who was trying desperately to sleep. But there were eyes, thoughts, and now further anxieties.
They sat there for a long time, doing nothing but watching but they slowly faded from existence as dreamless sleep descended softly upon Alex.
Yes, this wasn't hell. This was a god's domain, and Cain was here of his own will.
"Who is it now?" Boomed a voice from down the hall.
Cain took heavy steps down the stairs leading down to the burning corridor. He didn't say a word, but even a blind man could see that he had fury that burned more fiercely than the sun upon which he walked.
Cain continued to take steps towards a blinding light, that object of power, desire, and hate that had been waiting Cain since birth.
"Pitiful mortal." The divine voice spoke, now sounding disinterested as several spikes burning with death rose from the ground and impaled Cain on the spot. Cain immediately fell to the ground, blood spilling, then evaporating, becoming stardust that refused to join the lights above.
There was a deathly silence as the radiance just ahead turned away to return to its duties.
Suddenly, Cain twitched.
"No... I have too much riding on this. I WONT! DIE HERE!" He yelled as a gem on his arm glowed, it glowed so bright that it seemed to become its own radiance, its own singular being. The glass encasing the gem cracked, then smashed, and in that moment, Cain became something more.
"REKU! YOU DEGENERATE SON OF A B-"
"Wait, dammit that lines been used elsewhere. Maybe... agh!"
It was official, Alex had lost his train of thought and he was back in his room, staring blankly into the comforting glare of a computer screen.
He cradled his head in his hands as he leaned on the desk, massaging his temples.
"I don't know why I'm even still working on shadow sun, don't I have completely different projects to pursue? Dammit, dammit!"
He glanced upwards and noticed that the time was 8'Oclock. Time for college. Sure enough, he became aware of calls from downstairs demanding his presence.
Unashamedly, he got dressed, as always a different pair of blue jeans and a black jacket, followed nicely by his prized black cotton coat that went straight down to his knees. A bright red scarf and gloves makes his outfit complete. Truly, fashion sensibilities either trying to hard to look sophisticated or perhaps he simply wore clothes that reflected such sophistication. It doesn't really matter either way.
The car was quiet, as usual. Thankfully Alex's wishes to remain quiet were respected by his stepmother. Thoughts drifted past his vision, they reflected in the brain and quickly vanished as his attention flowed into the next thought. As the days went past, thoughts soon repeated, creating a loop of ideas that never really went anywhere. Ideas for stories, usually of gods and overcoming opposition, or ideas delving deep into narratives already experienced. Going over those memorable moments of the fanciful that had made him cry and laugh in shock and awe.
Reality soon led into college, however, of sitting there and watching friends talk and chatter as they enjoyed youth. Exchanging a few words which Alex treasured and further pondered, before quickly ending conversation when he had fulfilled his daily quota of speech, of which life demanded of him. Then he'd smile wryly as his best friend arrived late. A popular boy who always had people around him whenever those people could be around him, he'd talk and joke with them while slowly trying to make his way to his girlfriend and exchanging romantic embrace, words, and other actions. Time would march onwards to lessons before he could make his way to Alex, who purposefully stepped back so that he could be the one of the few people to allow his friend space.
As lessons went by Alex usually always reflected that with each passing week, the lessons seemed to fly past even faster. Alex avoided conversation and simply wrote down notes, and conversation with the classmates he liked usually only sped up the process yet further.
Walking to his grandmas before finally heading home was always pleasant, but thats enough of his daily routine. He would normally arrive home and begin browsing the internet while playing a game, or watch an anime but today something was different for Alex.
He received an email sent from an anomalous source that placed his mind in a different state. It read as follows:
"Alex, greetings. Its no secret to me that you seem to be caught in and endless loop called 'routine'. This doesn't bother you as much as most people, so it is with sorrow that I bring you this news.
See, the thing is the world is ending soon. How do I explain this- look, a man called Tenebrae wants you dead and he draws closer to your location every day. However, the tricky part in explaining this comes when I say that even if you evade him, he'll use his dark powers to swallow the earth. This may sound ridiculous and his motives perhaps incongruous but trust me when I say that the longer you evade him the more things will make sense- and perhaps you'll be able to discover a way to get out of this mess. I estimate this message has lost you a few days or so, but potentially it may have saved your life indefinitely. If you die early, then I apologize in advance.
I don't know how you'll evade him, but I'll give you one piece of advce that will make things harder for him- stop writing. Shutting down your thought processes would also help, but I'm sure you can see the problem associated with that.
Sorry, I'll try to meet you in person soon.
Signed, X."
Alex felt his mind swirl around in confusion at this mail. It didn't make much sense, but unlike most people, he decided to stay calm and close it up. His steely expression was retained, and he looked out of the window and into the gathering night.
A man walked down the street. Then again lots of men did that, and he looked quite harmless, an old man in a flat cap. Several young drunks yelled excitedly from next door, as they always did.
The mail felt too out there to be true, and Alex consciously dismissed it as hokum. But subconsciously, he was now ready. After pottering about for a bit, he went to bed. As he closed his eyes, eyes everywhere opened. Along his blank stretch of wall two eyes opened, bloodshot and blue. They were out of focus but around them smaller eyes began to open, similarly out of focus but all of different colours. Disembodied eyes watched from behind the window, several slid under the crack in the door. Others appeared in the ceiling and floor. They all sat still, staring into nothing. But then, something snapped. A click of a fingers or a sharp musical note played by an orchestra, a sudden signal. And in one swift moment all eyes were upon Alex, who was trying desperately to sleep. But there were eyes, thoughts, and now further anxieties.
They sat there for a long time, doing nothing but watching but they slowly faded from existence as dreamless sleep descended softly upon Alex.