"That f*cking whore! To think that it is still alive...I must purge it with holy light of the sun..."
The figure crawled forward with curses leaving his mouth with each movement. Golden blood dripped on this dead land, he was forced out of his failed form with that clash and had lost more than he could recover from.
The torn apart figure of the failed angel got on it's feet again before looking at his left, towards the disgusting mountain of flesh.
In the ruins of the malice a figure stood, a feminine figure that was rotating and spinning by herself. It was hard to see because of the distance yet it was obvious who it was.
"Avdotya is alive huh...so everyone other than her us dead..."
With a hole in the middle of his torso he walked forward. As someone that is no longer human he knew he could live for a long time even without help. His eyes wondered around yet there was nothing left around him. Everything around him was dead, no bugs, no humans, no sound, not even a scream could be heard across the warzone but before him stood a figure with medium length wavy blond hair.
"To think that another angel appeared after all...Diarmuid must be getting desperate or maybe he has to get desperate with the loss of processing power."
"Processing? Who the hell are you supposed to be!"
The guy pointed at himself before looking at the false angel confused about the whole thing.
"Come on don't tell me you forgot me already....this is the last time we will see each other so I wanted to say goodbye."
"I said who are you bastard!"
Angel lifted his arm and the corpses of the paladins were pulled towards the sky again to form the sword of light. Each of of them were in different positions with their charred corpses singing a requiem for themselves.
The figure before him lifted his hands up in panic.
"Hey hey hey that isn't something to do to your wife..."
The blade slammed down and melted anything in it's path leaving nothing but molten soil behind.
"I hate it when no one wonders why everything in this world feels like a script."
The angel turned to his left after hearing a familiar voice. It was low yet not quiet enough to force someone to get closer. It had a relatively thick accent yet as someone from the church he knew that most believers had it yet this voice was one he could never mix with others.
"Everything in this world has been built on the nightmares of Diarmuid. It is like a computer yet as a god that devoured both paths only to die in agony Resviel did a good job and combined true order and machinery."
Before him stood the person he fell in love with, person that became his anchor after the prophecies stopped coming and he was left alone. She was looking at him with the same solemn look that was hiding the weight of life. The same look when they married with a small ceremony.
"You! How dare you wear the skin off her you f*cking blasphemer!"
"What skin? She has always been m...."
A sudden burst of heat melted off the skin, fat and muscles leaving nothing but the bones in an instant.
"You are so cruel you know that? I valued you like a keepsake and kept you in my heart. I value your determination yet also feel disgusted about it. Oh did you get scared because I used the true name of a god? Don't worry they are dead...well other than the one up there that is what remained of it"
Before his eyes thousands of them appeared. Their actions and mimics were different yet they all stared at him with a smug on their face. Some lay on the ground as if bored by this outcome while not even reacting as the heat slowly melted them. Others ran around screaming with only a few just standing still and staring at him with different looks on their face.
"I am the voice in your head, the so called prophecy, your daughter, your father, the beggar you ignored, the old lady you help, the children you burned alive, the woman you ripped apart. I have been all there is in this world because I wanted to take pleasure from the last moments of this fake reality."
Their forms changed into different people some whom he remembered clearly, his daughter, wife, father, his paladins, Diarmuid,Avdotya and more. He lifted his sword once more at the brink of losing control.
"Why are you so silent? Reminds me of all prophecies I gave you. You really thought a god would put so much importance in a delusional failure like you? God's already left this world after sucking on the prayers towards their fake personas here. This place made it easier for them to stay sane and even though the product in the end..."
"Die! You and all your creations!"
The bodies distorted and ripped apart as more came out, familiar faces smiled at him and reached out. Their bodies ruptured and pus gushed out. Pillars of familiar corpses reached out to him.
*I love you...*
Sword slammed down and all became nothing as a golden tear ran down his face.
"You look so different brother! Well you look so lively and...cute? Never knew you could look like a girl too. This is the first time you know."
Before the man stood a small skinny figure spinning and rotating in a pile of blood. Her left hand was high towards the shoulder height and her right hand was open as if holding the hand of someone. She never lifted her head but she had a huge smile on her face as if this was the happiest day of her life, she was wearing a dress made of red strings of fate.
"Do you want to dance? No? You were always a stubborn one."
Man looked around before sitting on a rather dry looking carcass after wiping it with his hand.
"We didn't meet before but well long story short we used to know each other. I had no idea as well until I was shown that reality. I think that moment was the best day of my life."
"I lived a calm life. Never got into trouble or faced poverty. Had loving parents and even started working in an office job at the air force. I think I just wanted something different from my life."
A sudden burst of blinding light and the shockwave that followed was enough to throw him to the ground.
"Ughh! got me dirty too...what is this guy thinking always playing with others...well whatever that means it is time. I shouldn't upset them."
He took a quick look to his left where a weird monstrous figure was sitting inside a crater of molten soil. It was pretty huge and seemed to be as tall as one of those mansions rich lived in. It has swords stabbed into it's ears and a halo made of magma pouring down on it's molten form. It cried loudly as another form made of fire continued whispering to his ear. It couldn't hear the prophecies yet before it's eyes the figure of different people existed from lava only to lose their shape and fall down yet again like a loop.
"Eternal suffering caused by something? Humans are beautiful right? Wish I could get to witness everything yet he already told me that I would die. Unlucky as always huh."
He lifted his hand towards the sky as a blue arrow made of stardust, an arrow that was there only to erase the remains of the broken soul and this body.
"You are already infected brother...wish I could meet the true you as well but I was late. See later on a new tomorrow."
Instead of using a bow he grabbed the arrow and threw it to her. The arrow turned into dust and burned all there is to her. The remains of that poor could dissappeared and the Saint of Selfish Love died in this dark day and that fragile soul became no more than an empty void hoping for a day where it could bloom again.
A figure is walking on the streets. He is wearing a loose uniform and a cap on his bald head. His head is low and could only watch as others around him dance in happiness. A figure is walking on the streets. He is carrying medals that hold no meaning for him on his chest. A figure is walking on the streets. His steps are wide and his thoughts are foggy, he is drunk on cheap wine handed to him by an old man. The figure is still walking with dark bags under his eyes and needle holes on his arms.
The figure doesn't know why he walks yet it is all he can do. He is called names that mean nothing, asked questions about things he doesn't remember. The figure doesn't even know anything yet everything is on his shoulders.
The figure sat on a corner next to a trashcan and drank the wine. So called honor, hero, glory, pride! All of them are worthless words that meant nothing to him.
"They seem to be having fun but for what? Doesn't ring a bell for you does it?"
A hand appeared in his sight as if asking for him to take it.
"I have been searching for you for hours! How long were you trying to keep us waiting Diarmuid?"
"Diarmuid?"
"Yeah now come everyone is waiting for you! If you keep them waiting longer things will get pretty bad..."
Figure had nothing to do so he lifted his hand and grabbed the one reaching out for him. He lifted his head as a reflex and saw a weird sight. Blond curly hair and a huge smile.
.....
Yes your reality is the only one where this happened. They don't really interact normally, mostly just relationships like a butcher and customer.
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You can hardly keep your eyes open. You used too much of your soul, we should end it for today sis.
...I have to see more.
I doubt anything will change. I love all the Diarmuid's in every possibility no matter how deep they have fallen because I know how kind they could have became if it wasn't for the world eating them alive.
I don't care...
Millions of worthless extra stories yet you still can't accept the fact that there is no way to save them. You will burn yourself while trying to save him from the fire. Just take pleasure from his last moments and show him all the love you can.
You are disgusting...