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13 Lords "Keras's Perspective: Death Unleashed" |
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Im tired, hurt, slumped to the ground. it seems like all my life left flashes before my eyes.... Mom, dad, my friends. Coming here on that God Forsaken bus. Tsuna, my powers, the Dragon....
My vision blurs, only slightly, but enough that I cant tell what he's swinging at me. It comes down, down, down... and a sound that is worse than any other brings my vision back into focus. Tsuna had thrown herself infront of the blow... the force of it had splattered my face with her blood. Why?
Why?
I feel something inside me begin to break.
She looks at me and smiles slightly, whispering the words I wanted to hear... and then she dies.
They laugh, but Im beginning to feel it, the power Im meant to possess, the power that is my right- my father's power, before he gave up the mantle. Wrath laughs, Gluttony sniffs around her corpse, and my sight goes red.
The ground below writhes in pain as I break the barriers within me, the ones they placed, so long ago. My mind begins to fade, and the world is swallowed in red.....
Im surrounded by darkness, empty, alone. Just like my father was when he defeated the originals. There is a chair, a table, a bed and a door. I glance at the door, curious, but apathetic. A throat clears somewhere behind me, and I turn to face it.
Evening Keras. the figure, hidden in the shadows, says.
"Good evening?" I reply uncertainly. I wonder who it is, and why it's voice rings out in my mind. At that, I wonder where I am, and why I am where I am.
So many questions, and not all have answers... It says... The voice sounds male... I think. We'll get to who and what I am eventually... but for now you can call me... hrm... Lear. Yes, Learza. Yes, Lear for short. And here? This is you Keras. Inside your soul. And the reason we're here... in because you have a choice to make.
"A... choice?" A dark figure? A room I've never been in, that's supposedly my soul? Sounds like I've read too many fantasy novels, but this has been the case ever since we got here.
He is quiet for a moment, perhaps he simply is thinking, or sleeping, but it feels as if his unseen eyes are boring into me.
Right now, do you remember what just occured?
"I was... going to die. Tsuna leaped out infront of me, and then she..." My eyes widen as my memories surge to the front of my mind.
You made it to the point that you can achieve your first full transformation into the Archangel of Death. Your title being Azrael, the Reaper of Souls, Ferryman of the Dead, ect,ect. This, coupled with the immense emotional strain you were under, sent your body and soul into autopilot-
"If Im death, why did Tsuna Die? Mother wont! Father wont let her die!" I shout at the figure, a sneaking suspicion of what he- it is.
Death. Cannot. Die. The universe, God, existence itself cries out against it. All things must die in their time, but death Is Death, without Death, there is no death, and thus Fate causes death to live. Tsuna Died, because you cannot. 'Learza' explained. That, and she wasnt your soul's other half. But moving on to your choice...
I try to feel angry, hurt, but those are useful only when you can do something. Back when I was still what passes for human, my father had told me that the Angel of Death is very, very powerful, but even he had limitations.
He learned that the hard way, he did.
"Stop responding to my thoughts!"
Fine, 'Death', we'll play it your way. it said coldly. Your choice is this...
My feelings return, my hatred, my grief. My memories of 'before' and 'after' exist side by side.
The power of Death exists within you. Focused purely behind that door. You can lock it away, never growing stronger, and quite possibly living in pain for the rest of your endless life, tortured by the Sins.
"Or?"
You can open the door, and assume the Title and Powers. But you may be overwhelmed by the memories and cease to exist.
I knew opening the door was the only move I had, but still, I was uncertain- detached even. Complete and utter destruction of my soul, I knew that is what he meant. I couldnt let the sins escape though, even if it killed everything. They Hurt me, killed Tsuna... Made me alone again. All alone....
I step toward the door, my hand reaches for the knob.
Are you sure that this is your choice? He asked softly. There is no turning back, not like with your father. You can Ascend, but not Descend.
I grasp the handle firmly. "If I did this out of Greed, then I wouldnt do it. If it had been only Lust, I wouldnt feel this pain. Wrath is there, but it doesnt control me. None should Envy what Im going to becom. I am sure I will not be Slothful in my duties. My Pride, I realize, must be tempered with patience." I open the door. Grinning I finish my personal pledge. "And I never was a Glutton for punishment."
A dark emptiness surges from the door, filled with pain and hurt, rage and loneliness. It swirls around me, a part of me, and yet not.
Learza's voice changes, Your colors?
I think back to the colors of mourning back home, colors of mystery and darkness. "Black, Green, and Dark Blue."
My skin is ripped from my bones, organs destroyed in the most painful way as the cloak descends upon me. A force older than time reaches for the reigns and gains control for a few moments. Fueled by my rage, it tears through sins and undead. We battle more for supremacy, on and on throughout days upon weeks. I tire, gain and lose control.
Its too strong... Azrael will truly rule once more....
Suddenly a light pierces my gloom, a figure wreathed in white, face hidden by an unearthly glow, stretches out a hand. Feminine and kind, my heart reaches toward it, my hand grasping... it? Her? I know not....
And I awaken, alone.
The area around me is mutilated. The Fallen have escaped their confines, and attempt to wreak havoc.
My clothes are torn, my guns lie to either side, one broken beyond repair...
I will myself out of the dimension, away, away, far away... anywhere. anywhere I wont have to deal with the pain. I need to grieve, to find my center again. Grow into my powers. The memories.. .they are mine.... but the skill, it is not. Once again in the darkness, the soothing, uncaring darkness I sleep.
I am Keras, Son of Azrael and Arina.
I am Az'rael, Archangel of Death.
and I am alone.
 Azzy Rael · Mon Sep 21, 2009 @ 04:54am · 1 Comments |
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