The newborn stared at the overly heated Argon.
Argon Weischeld is a person who like most Arcarnics up in Sonver, have terrible heat resistance.
The fan blew those sharp wolf ears backwards slightly.
For an Advisor, it was woefully pitiful compared to that of those played with by the progenitor.
It's not helping that her face looks slightly stupid right now.
Though ignoring that, the amount of skin shown was palpable.
The sports bra and micro shorts made it hard to look with accentuating curves from her body stirring the pot.
Argon sat in a chair with her tail swishing lightly.
The office was quiet.
"Heeeeeeeey guess who's here?"
The newborn readied themselves.
From the discovery, they managed to part some of their power that derived from colour.
She grinned with the ice blue sword in hand.
The eyes of the newborn glowed.
By the end, the only thing left was the dead.
A soulless role.
Weschield and the others expired. Obeying the order.
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Our morality is what drives action.
Then, like you said, we are the encroaching evil.
Heed their word!
Bow your heads!
Inscript their laws!
We are guided by the righteous hand!
For the sake of the creator, I bring Judgement upon the self absorbed.
For that, designate thyself as the executioner of thy ideals.
For mercy is brought upon by others and self.
Stake everything for servitude.
Question yourself once more.
Are you willing to go against the flow? To change everything?
Then come.
I, as the evil, will Judge mercilessly.
— The Fallen Knight of The Evil God, Astromius
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Cars are an ingenious invention for transportation.
Likewise, it's older cousin of the family, stuck to rails was the convenience during the Burning Sands era.
Platforms litter large cities for trains.
Countries of all sizes generally have at least a train or tram railway.
The former more useful for the influx of goods.
But the king of all of them is the continental railway.
Spanning all continents and solely managed by the A.T.G.U, then there's it's lesser.
It's brother in Sansetia is less known for grandeur and convenience. More for being scenic.
Sansetia's transcontinental railway is connected to all eight regions. It's reach is wide, but it lacks any sort of real busy days.
Just take a plane and that cuts 90% of the travel time.
A not very fast train with a long distance of travel.
Compared to the king of railways with it's absurdly fast trains that take at most a day from one continent to another, it's pitiful.
However, it has one upside compared to the king and planes.
It's cheap.
The door opened and any passengers got out.
The winter boots touched the train platform's fancifully coloured ground.
After a month of staying in a train, the destination was reached.
Argon Weischeld.
Ready to escape the label of a jobless bum.
For Argon, the center of the continent feels like being next to a small fire everywhere.
The snow falling tells otherwise.
The month of Arietis is when temperatures begin dropping rapidly.
Regardless of the weather, Argon trudged through the forming layers of snow.
Not that there was much since there was a roof to make sure the platform doesn't descend into a playhouse for the elements.
On the other side of the platform was the continental railway with a train.
Both share one platform whilst having two more for another train.
Coincidentally, both arrived at the same time.
A small thin kid with auburn hair came running out.
Quietly, Argon moved to leave the station.
The plan in Argon's head went a little bit like this: go to A.T.G.U, try, if fail, go back home, loaf for a bit after telling parents she tried, and look for an easy job somewhere near home.
Simple.
"But it's not at times."
Argon looked to her right and saw a woman floating in the air.
The woman scratched her ear in a frustrated manner whilst rolling. In the air.
Argon's brain realized it needed to process information and quickly headed straight into work.
"Well, I mean…." the woman mumbled something too quietly to hear.
Eventually the woman just stopped talking altogether.
Thinking solely in her head.
Now Argon's brain completed it's work.
"W-What?!"
The woman just blinked.
The murmurs of others regained their voice.
"Maybe they wanted to talk to that person?"
"Mom It's The Progenitor! The Progenitor!"
"Think something strange is going to happen?"
"No idea."
"...Hm."
"...."
The woman dropped to the ground and turned their head towards the watching newborn.
—Bang!
The woman narrowed their eyes after quickly spinning and firing in less than a second.
The eyes of the passengers widened.
Eyes of red glowed. Forming a projectile roughly in the shape of a spear.
Hurled forward, it was dodged by the woman. The full force of the projectile crumpled the vending machine.
The woman put power in her legs and jumped backwards on the destroyed vending machine.
Waving her arm as if to open the jacket, the surroundings darkened. During that moment, the woman leaped on the steel beams of the train canopy.
Argon has no idea what's happening.
Neither does anyone else.
But the woman was moving from each beam while running like a dog.
The newborn started forming a shield made of red.
The noise up above went silent. The smothering darkness too thick to even see light from artificial or natural sources.
In those few seconds the newborn became as tense as they could be. Waiting to counteract as best as they could.
The creaking of one beam echoed.
Nearly a second after the light of red and blue gleamed over the newborn.
The sword of blue ice dug straight through the haphazardly raised right arm.
Nearly slicing through the bone and flesh.
Smashing the ground, the woman disappeared in the darkness. Leaving the blue sword.
"Ngh..!"
The newborn felt the sharpest cold emanating from the freezing over spreading outwards everywhere. Nothing like the solid matter digging in the newborn from that strike.
That debris sprung everywhere.
And immediately Argon moved.
Covering the small auburn child nearby, the rocks pelted her back.
It was painful, sure, but really strong enough to break skin.
Though a small bruise might appear.
"Are you okay?"
Not really the mother nor a person familiar with this, her expression became awkwardly subdued.
Added to being a stranger, a prickly sensation erupted on her back. But she blamed it on the tiny rocks.
The small thin child blankly stared.
"Uhm…"
It doesn't really feel real to Argon. Just… weird.
The woman fired several times.
Most missed. One partially ripped the side of the newborn.
Flicking the chamber out, the bullet casings fell out.
Taking that moment, the newborn formed a long whip to cleave the woman.
Swinging it, the red whip reached their face.
Then it fizzled out.
Taken aback, the newborn formed a glaive a red. Launching it, and it also fizzled out.
The newborn furrowed their eyebrows.
The woman stood there with the unchambered firearm.
Slowly digging into their pocket, the woman slotted in one bullet. Then spun the chamber and flicked it back in the firearms frame.
Aiming, they spoke.
"Deadlock."
The newborn with their hand pressed the button. Grinding their teeth.
The woman lowered the firearm without pulling the trigger.
The newborn disappeared.
Argon felt that it ended anticlimatically.
"Weeeeeeeeeeell now we're at the end." the woman stretched.
She really didn't know anymore.
"Though the beginning stays the same?" the woman hummed. "Sorry but it doesn't have to be this way."
The woman talked to herself.
"So…"
–Thud.
Argon looked behind her and everyone fell as if their strings to life were cut.
"U-Uh."
The child Argon protected was the same.
"It'll be fine Argon." the woman smiled.
"W-What do y-you mean..?"
"To tell meaningless, ya gotta have a good argument."
"...." Argon couldn't understand.
"Don't need to care too much. But you'll remember this. The paths start is important after all."
The woman snapped her fingers.
Outside was of a time before.
…One not really important to anything now.
— — — —
It doesn't have a name of it's own.
Purely referred to as 'the progenitors castle'.
A structure of massive size with structurally unsound design.
Around me is a land of grass.
Nothing in sight but vegetation. No people. No buildings. A garden without the touch of sentient life.
Each part of it having some form of all distinct visions of each region.
Bodies of water.
Rolling sand.
Snow falling.
Small hills and jagged mountains.
Various raised plateaus.
Darkened swamps.
Forestry in small amounts.
A plain.
Differing yet harmoniously coming together.
I slowly walked forward.
Observing the nature that surrounds the castle.
It's vacant of anything resembling a creature.
Just…
My feet stop at the first step of the castle.
Here. Where the history of Kaltrios started. Everything from conflict to prejudice originated.
The failure of the one who left us.
For our sake.
I climbed the large flat stairs.
Each step sullying the pristine white.
The door stood flat and cold.
Standing at the top, I looked at it.
A door with no pattern. Not even a handle to open it. It's large size would make it appear awkward if it so had one.
–Rumble..
Without my doing, the door suddenly opened.
It could be…
Yet I still entered.
To end it all.
Inside, it was a dual staircase.
The walls and floor were draped in nothing.
Only an empty room with a staircase on both sides.
In the middle, was a dark area shrouded in mystery.
Going forward in the dark area, I couldn't see anything.
I didn't have anything that could light up the area.
Leaving, I decided to go up the stairs since it was the only other option.
It led to a blank hallway.
At the end was a single door.
No decorations, it was just a dim hallway.
Once close enough, I grasped the handle and turned it.
Pushing it open, there laid a barren office.
A shelf empty on both sides.
A chair to the left.
That was it.
Only at the center was a desk and a chair.
The door closed after I let go.
I knew.
I readied red.
"You don't really need to do that."
The chair spun and I saw hi
The chair spun and I saw her smiling with her head propped on the balled hand.
I gritted my teeth and swung the red blade.
It disappeared without a trace.
"Well, what can you do? Some are feisty." she scoffed.
"Shut up."
"Daring to a fellow intellectual~."
The pressure on my jaw increased.
"As the fair say, better keep it in my hands!" her smile grew wider.
"Shut up!"
I grabbed the pistol and fired.
The bullet froze in the air.
It was baffling.
Without any use of technology.
"Lil me might get scared." she snickered. "Tone it down for a fair maiden."
"Shut up! Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!!!!!!!!"
"Psh."
She rolled her eyes.
"Here we are, at a crossroads. Let. Me. Tell. You."
Her head straightened from the previous position.
"Who do you think you are? This is my mouth, my body, my head, my life. I don't care what you do. I don't care what any of you do. It's your life. If it tangles mine, sure. This is my world, and I care for it."
"If you did, why leave it? Why let it rot for so long? You came to usurp what was created after! Neither did you care to even hold back any threats!"
She snorted.
"That ain't my decision."
She stood up.
"Time is pain. Generous and cruel. And it keeps going. Each concept flies with it. And what did I do? Yeah, I observed. Nothing more. Why are you complaining to me? Because I did nothing? Nothing? What're you here for?" She rounded the desk.
And I–
I can't move my body..!
"We got all sorts of idiots. Self included. But are you really that dumb to not even realize what you signed up for. You work for me. Do things for me. Get rewards from me. You? Power to 'change' things. Sure okay. Acceptable. I don't exactly restrict that. But ah, one day of fighting isn't what you imagined? This is more like a one sided slaughter!
That's the point! It's what they put if they broke the contract! My fault? My fault? All those past events? In the damn past? What's that got to do with you? Understand? Ah but you think you do but don't. Legally binding, forgot. Past mistakes, should be corrected for happiness. My power, better in someone else's hands, like me. My existence?
My existence. Murderer. Be happy. You get to talk to one. You want to say this evil presence must be eliminated! Might as well call me genocidal. Ah already got called that once. How many lie in the dirt? Thousands. Millions. Billions. Higher. Higher! And… it means nothing.
Because it never happened. That tiny head of yours thought colour was a major part of power. That was just a part of a different system. This?"
They pointed at their eye.
"Flair."
They walked over to the window.
"Sinful. Virtuous. It doesn't matter. You want to be a goody two shoes. A morally upstanding person. I'm not wrong am I?"
"...." I wanted to refute anything.
I… I can't.
"Mama raised a good boy eh? Variation in work is fine. Tolerable. Trying to kill past me? To kill me? For a better world…"
They stared at me.
"..I-It needs to be. Because you haven't– because you cause suffering! Every action is misery upon misery! Never letting anyone be in peace!"
"So?"
"You… don't care."
"Wow. Got a genius here. Life is suffering! There is no meaning in living! We leave nothing behind after our deaths in time. But you don't see everyone jump off a roof and die. Do I cause the wars these bastards do in the present or past? No I don't. It serves their interest! You see it and move on, or do something about it! But blaming me? Real fun. Making your point real nice and dandy for me to see. Thanks for making me hate it."
"The..! The scene! You cause it to be like a play!"
"Yeah and you're part of it."
"...What?"
They sat in the chair again.
"You here is just a way for me to rant a bit. Though you did piss me off a bit. Some like you think we need a rebububulution." she smiled before continuing. "I, the evil! You, the good! Got a newsflash. Don't work like that."
"What are–"
"Causing a near paradox? Damn that's tough buddy. Pray to your god Argon for saving your booty bro. You really want this to be black and white. Or a just cause. But it's all moot. Doesn't change anything. Maybe but character development at best? Me? Killing something? If it's entertaining so what? It's just a story."
"A st..ory?"
"There might be disgust if it goes too far but you can do anything! Whether it's liked is questionable. But you who likes morality, all there is, is grey. If it's interesting, I'm willing to do anything."
"Anything..?"
"Bigger menace than you thought eh? Here's the thing? It doesn't matter? The rewritten past can't count if no one is alive in it."
"Y-You…!"
"Because my responsibility as the progenitor is to let it have the natural singular time. It being protected from threats is my little club's job. Mine too, but they needed experience at the time. So…"
She exhaled in a refreshing manner.
"Lotta yapping. But nothing matters. My dream is more important than peace. Even if it was, you'd go insane completely in this spot."
"Y-You can't just– Stop! Stop! Sto–"
They snapped Their fingers.
— —
"Fun fact, but I'm already insane."
"Likewise, I'm sane."
The Host got up.
"Dearly sowwy viewers, but a contestant has the right to rebel. Whether it'll go well…"
Evan Paris stared at the game show desk.
Balled hands shaking.
Despite that, it was like something shattered internally. A new desperation for those dark brown eyes to not gaze this way.
The body electrified with lingering effects.
"...Is up to skill."
The Host laughed lightly.
"You learn things the hard way kid."
"Not enough time for anything. Shame. Maybe a special episode will make up for it. If it so pleases, we can do another special event."
They bowed. Crossing Their feet and having one arm on the chest and the other at full arm length.
"Do come again."
The curtains close.
The flow of everything is in Their hands.
Whether you like it or not.