《Our Chaoz; Our Reality (Completed)》Project; Reality
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A cold breath escapes me, as I plunge myself into the veil's arms.
Allowing it to pull me, as the artefact guides its currents, guiding me to my final destination.
To where it all began for me.
To the start, of this timeline I call my reality.
Time, as it turns out, cannot be controlled.
Not even by the all-powerful being I know as the Avatar, the creator.
No, time has been here long before creation.
For space is finite but time, after all, is infinite.
Yet as long ago I glimpsed into the veil, I found not a timeline to my liking.
I found not a world where everything turns out right.
As such, my quest began.
To create a new one.
For timelines cannot be destroyed, and only altered through death of life.
But new ones, are as easily made as taking a step back...or forward.
Choices, every action we take, word we speak and decision we make creates a new timeline.
Therefore, as long as one timeline exists with life in it, timelines of each act and possible act within it also grow out. Time is like a living thing, spreading out, ever growing into more, more and more.
That, at least, is my theory. Built upon the eons of life I've had, many would still call me insane.
I don't blame nor doubt them.
For as I appear into this familiar realm, and ever familiar time...I force myself not to question my objectives.
For questioning them, will result in failure.
A failure that cannot be undone, for there is only one Artefact of the Grand quest within my reach.
An Artefact that I sense reaching its very limits, as the cloak upon my back slowly begins to crumble away.
I look around, at my birthplace.
As I hover over the bustling streets of Mars, one of its many sectors at least.
And it's a place I know, it is where I grew up as a mortal child after all.
Gliding down to the pavement, I flow into the veil, now unseen and unnoticed by the magic-less souls wandering around me.
I wait briefly, and watch as the entire city enters its night time, as lights flicker off all around me.
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Leaving me in darkness, I wait a bit longer.
Watching the Humans go on with their lives, rushing to return home or wherever else they were mindlessly headed.
Unknowing of the being that watched them, unable to comprehend what was about to occur.
"I shall offer one last warning, Kyle." The voice of the creator itself spoke into my ears as I watched.
"Come to enjoy the show?" I sigh, never did this being leave me alone once I became able to converse with it.
Such a lonely existence it must be.
"Your actions have caused cracks within this timeline, any further and you will get what you're looking for." It tells me, much to my pleasure. "But I must ask, is it truly what you want?"
"I spent millennia asking and answering that same question, I've lived far long enough you bumbling fool." I answer in annoyance, "Yes, I want this, It is time for...a new story to be written."
"Then you accept the price?" It asked for the...I've lost count at this point.
And as I step forth into the city's night, the street now clear of pedestrians and vehicles.
I shift out of the veil, "Screw you." being my only answer as I now face the opening doors.
As I watch my younger, foolish, mortal self walk out with my first love.
I watch from the shadows, as the band of idiots surround us.
As they talk me down.
As they push me down.
...
As they pull her away...
I watch, as much as I can sense it, as the Nogitsune's claws long settled around my neck...Now dig deeper.
As frostfire suddenly bursts of my younger self's body, for the second time in history.
I make myself known.
Rushing forth, I grasp my younger self by the forehead, reaching deep inside with my mind and spirit.
As I scream,
As I listen to the pure rage coming out of my younger voice.
I find it, I find the connection I seek within this soul.
I grasp it tightly, and delve head first down the slithery tendril which once bound me to the beast.
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Delving through the darkness which expands before me, I find myself surrounded by it.
Never ending black no matter in which direction I look, this realm so bleak is unlike how it has become in my time...
And as I reminisce over the story of a young dragon, a voice reaches my mind...
A whisper, breaches my mind.
"Ahhahh...A visitor? It has been...an eternity." The Void says, as its existence suddenly shifts.
As if melting away, the darkness around me reforms, leaving behind a reality of white as it takes the shape of a massive many-tailed black fox.
"You....Familiar...Kyle? No, impossible." It muses to itself, as tendrils of its darkness begin to rise out of its back, slowly wisping towards me.
"No, not Kyle." I answer.
"I am Kyllix, far beyond Kyle, far beyond you." I respond, my very voice resonating within this empty realm.
"An invader then?" The Void chuckles to itself, "Yet which? Which Void are you? No matter, they are all too little too young to face old me." It mocks.
As finally...
Oh so finally.
I release every drop.
I turn off every limit.
I tear open every wall, and push myself to the edges of my power.
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Watching with great delite as its horrid expression narrows, as its smile dissipates.
"I am not any Void you know, I am an Ascendant, and soon to be your slayer." I announce, as my form melts away to a light blue, growing into a two-tailed fox standing at the same size as the beast before me. "You devourer of this singular realm, are naught before me. I who devour realms to my liking, I who defy the first Void, the Avatar itself."
A smile forms upon my snout, not amusement...No...
Far beyond it.
Beyond enthusiasm, beyond joy.
As my mask shatters, a maddened expression of ecstasy covers me.
"And this moment, which I gladly will repeat...I will enjoy to the fullest!" I exclaim, reality shuddering at my words, as I leave the beast no more room to speak.
I charge, as does Void.
Pure nothingness surrounding it, given form as darkness.
As the elements surround my being, contorted by my own godly chaotic nature.
Flames of ice, Winds of lightning, Waves of light, Frost of fire...and more, as I clash with the monster, I am chaos incarnate.
As we dance to one another's movements, its ravenous and unending attacks met with my inexplicable movements and evasion.
As we do battle beyond reason itself, our two powers clashing with one another, changing the empty realm around us.
Sending reality about our forms spiralling into madness.
As things form,
As things dissipate,
As things do...things even I cannot explain.
Insanity is the reason behind the reality which surrounds our clash.
And as I evade each of its attacks, from elongating claws of obliteration to reality ripping bites, I finally strike back.
Shifting my form into a more humanoid shape, I grasp the fox by the shoulders and slam it against the insane reality we accidentally formed.
Snarling at it as it snarls at me.
As my immortal eyes meet its own.
Higher than gods we are, yet beasts we still are.
The irony of it fills me.
As I smile, as I grin.
I bite, dig deep, and tear out.
Swallowing a chunk of its very existence, I feel the ravenousity of my kind take over.
I lose myself in the moment, as I bite once more.
And once more...
And more...
More.
The need perishes as nothing remains, not a squeal of pain, not any essence like blood.
A Void is empty but a soul, and as I digest said soul, emptiness is all that remains.
"Almost...done." I muse to myself, as I lay clasping onto the tendril I arrived through.
A sliver of darkness, laying limp as its creator exists no longer.
I pull upon it, returning to my limited form...
Returning back to that one scene.
At the same time...I feel the fragility of reality around me.
I sense the cracks.
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