DizjayDeathPride
Five Thousand Club
Morpheus eyes lit up a bright deep royal blue at the word. His voice became smoother and much more wicked. He had no intention of letting such a creature escape. Or be injured. Dying? Absolutely not "Wendigo.... Oh my I only have one of you. Do you know how rare you are, precious?" As he walked forward, the fire split around him, granting him passage to the creature. He had forgotten about Dante and extended his hands to the beast. "I'm going to love adding you to my collection. A semi transformed wendigo.... How.. exotic. What are you afraid of again? Fire?" His arms turned into strong fuming pillars of flames. "Come to Daddy wendigo. Oh I have a friend that would love to experiment all inside you. Pun intended. Now cone along. I don't want to hurt you. You're too valuable"
Lucifer sighed. "Alright. Ill stay with... Well you're no longer Isabel, correct. It was.... Ariel? No there's an s or so. Asriel? No... To soft....... Azriel? Yeah.. that feels right. Azriel. Anyways, staying with Azriel. The rest of you, figure out what you're doing. Morpheus do be a-" He was cut off as the man handed him the scythe he was just requesting. "My thoughts exactly. Carry on"
Morpheus handed Lucifer the scythe and turned to his group. "Alright Maggots! This is WAR! And you know what that means!"
"You're going to change into your war blue camouflage that doesn't hide you from... Anything?"
Morpheus, having just turned his clothes into such a thing, stared at Ryan with squinted eyes. "Those kinds of words can get a man put down for treason."
"Treason against what? The Morpheus Republic?"
"Oh no Damian he's not that ridiculous. Its the Morpheus Republic of Awesome"
"No I'm sure he'd make it the Morpheus Republic of Super Awesome"
Morpheus' eyes turned to squiggly black vertical lines that shot rain drop drawn tears from the sides. "Why do you all hate me so! This is why I never share my feelings with you!"
Ryan laughed and shook his head. "Never? You sure about that, Sir Morpheus the Emotional? Never? Never ever?"
His eyes turned back to normal as he pointed to the group. "AS I WAS SAYING, MAGGOTS! THIS IS WAR! SO WE NEED TO BE ON OUR A GAME! Our formations need to be TIGHT. Our formations need to be SLIM. Our formations need to remind you of the girls you chased in high school!"
"Nonexistent?"
"Ignoring?"
"Idiotic?"
"We didn't have 'high school' in the 1400s"
Morpheus groaned and ran his hands down his face. "You're hopeless. You're all hopeless. Fuck it we're going to be the army. When someone comes to.... Wherever the fuck we are, we will stop them"
"See now how hard was that? Good job buddy you're learning"
"Eat my ass anorexic cock block"
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Is that desire I hear?"
"Is that blinding arrogance I smell?"
Decimus shook his head and walked forward, followed by Damian and Richard, then followed by the bickering two
As the light started to dim, or his eyes got adjusted, Zachariah saw a single building. Old. Ruined. Falling apart. He flashed forward just to run into a barrier at the direct entrance from the bridge. Zachariah looked up at the architecture and marvelled. "I sure know how to live in style that's for sure"
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He walked in and wandered the halls, following his senses. After what felt like hours, he came to a set of double doors that hosted the source of all this power. He stood there a moment. Standing. Staring at the door. He had no idea what to expect in there and quite frankly, was terrified. Come on. Just walk in. Just walk in. Its not that difficult
He pushed the doors open to reveal a man sitting in a throne. Aged as all could be. And the memories flooded within him. Too much power. Malevolent intent. The Galizur family. He remembered behing held back by chains. A hand entering his stomach. And an explosion out. "I remember..." He barely whispered as he walked the man in the throne.
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"Do you?" The man thought in Zachariah's mind. Not moving at all. His voice, even though it was in his mind, came out scratched and harsh from lack of use. "If you did you'd know know you can't be here. "There can o-"
"There can only be one. And we are no longer that one. Well you know the amazing thing about this?" He extended his hand forward and spawned his cane. Twirling it between his fingers. "I haven't absorbed you yet. At that point, I can still do whatever I want" The eyes of the Cane flashed royal blue and he slammed it down. "Now there can be two"
The decrepit man ignored his boast and replied, "Absorb? Me? It's the other way around. You return to me. You are apart of me. Of my creation. Of my power. You complete me. And theres no other way to look at it."
Zachariah chuckled and shook his head. "Says the aged dying man in the chair."
"Laugh all you want. Whatever eases the.... Transition. You've granted me power. You've collected all of my fragments to one. You've come to me. And you've allowed for there to be two Gods now. You've always helped me become whole. Never the opposite"
Zachariah rolled his eyes and pointed his Cane to the man which immediately bent and warped in an arc back to him. He stared at it then back to the man wickedly. Before he could respond, he was floating gently in the air, being sucked towards the man. He fought and screamed, yelling and trying to escape the attraction to no avail.
"Please. Stop. You're making a scene. You didn't really believe someone like you would absorb someone like me? Pathetic."
Zachariah thrashed, pushing off of the man's shoulders, trying to resist being sucked in. "I... Will.. not.... LOSE TO YOU!" He pushed back and off the man with an audible pop, popping his arms out of place. The attraction stopped and the man never moved. But as Zachariah landed to the ground, his own shoulder felt like it was ripped from his socket. And the moment the pain receptors connected this thought, he and the man had switched placed. Now he was sitting in the throne, unable to move. Every muscle in his body felt like mush from lack of use. He couldn't even open his mouth or eyes. Silence and darkness. Except for the few footsteps coming from what sounded like the door
I remember... He thought to himself just as the intruder said it outload. "Do you?" A familiar voice rang in is head, just as he has said it as well.
While the conversation continued on, Zachariah spoke to himself within his own mind. Reality is a matter of perception... That's why you told me, Gold. And I'm perceiving it wrong. It doesn't matter how. But that I am. And I need to see it differently. The truth. The true view of whats going on.
"You will never know pain until you experience true suffering" The words of Purple flooding his mind. How can I experience anything more than what I feel now? This? This is suffering at it's finest. And then it hit him. Just as he felt his shoulder pop out of place
Zachariah stood at the front of the door. And before he opened it, he closed his mind and accepted a thought. Hoping it was right. And as he pushed the door open, he kept his eyes closed. His mind shut off. He could not hear, he could not smell. All he could do was communicate telepathically, just as the decrepit man. "I understand"
"Do you?"
"Yes." He extended his arms out and walked forward to the man. "You aren't absorbing me. Nor am I absorbing you. We are becoming one again."
"Once-"
"-And for all" They thought in unison. And at the end, Zachariah had extended his hand outward to touch the man. To find resistance. Cold, aged resistance. The other man's hand.
Both began to break away into Stardust. Shattering and scattering down their bodies until they swirled together in the center, a pillar of Stardust. The dust formed together to make a single man that looked around. He picked his bent Cane and smoothed it out. "Finally."
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