So this was it? Even when he burned away all the darkness had to send, the abyss still held them prisoner. The fire must have shed light for hundreds of meters, but there was no salvation in sight. Nothing he would use to sate the hunger that had already begun to gnaw at what was left of him. 'Hungry bastard,' he thought bitterly as the demand slammed into him and forced him to turn to Madelon. In the windless abyss, the flames nonetheless flickered towards the redhead, and embers drifted across the distance, burning her with but a touch.
"Run," he managed to gasp out just before he fell to his knees.
"E-eh?" Her foot took a step back. Had she been scared? In that moment, there was a conflict of emotion; surely she shouldn't have to fear Caelan after saving both their lives, and yet something urged her to feel otherwise. It was like the tiny embers that drifted closer, pretty and warming, and then hot and finally searing as they brushed across her face. She slapped at the singed area on her cheek and hunched.
"Wh-what are you talking about…?" she asked quietly, as if it were meant more for her to consider the meaning itself.
"'Zey are all gone, no? Are you okay?" Despite the heat, she stepped forward once, betraying the alarms in her brain that the fires were too dangerous to approach.
Why couldn't people do as they were told? Caelan wanted to yell at her, but he could barely manage a snarl as the flames tried to lash out at Madelon. His hand slammed against the ground and the tendril halted scant inches from her, radiating an intense heat. If she wouldn't leave, then it was up to him to get this sorted out.
There was nothing to feed to the fire, but it wasn't the flames that were hungry was it? No… they were just a means, a connection to something else.
"Leave," he grunted out as he tried to reign in the fires rather than let them run free. Return the fires to their source and sate its hunger that way.
"Distracting."
She understood then, as the flames lashed out at her likes hellish dogs on a leash.
"'Zere's… nowhere to go…" she said dejectedly, eyes remaining on Caelan. She knew without needing to look that the abyss simply stretched unto infinity. There were no 'exits' to speak of.
Flames bellowed forth with each of Caelan's coughs as his insides felt like they had ignited. Burning up both inside and outside, he quite nearly slipped as he allowed himself to glance at Madelon. But then what would have been the point of all this?
"Can't stop this," he gasped out as he watched his fingertips begin to blacken,
"you'll get caught up. Get aw-" Coughing, the flames capitalized on the slip and lashed out at Madelon, hungry for more fuel.
Hopeless as she was at finding a place to truly retreat to, she took a step back, eyes worriedly gazing down upon Caelan. How could she run, or even hide, for that matter? She was a walking flashlight herself, and in the total blackness, she could surely be seen from miles away. Could she run fast enough before Caelan lost his grip?
Gripping her knife tighter, she began to feel a sense of desperation. Undoubtedly if she attempted throwing the knife at the boy it'd either burn into a molten slag or hit him with pitiful force; she was no knife-thrower. In the end though, it was her or him, and he clearly wanted her to be unharmed. Would a wound wrest him from his berserk state? If anything it'd frighten him further…
There truly was no way out. She was a walking, charred corpse already, the way she saw it. Words were the last thing she had left.
"You… you 'ave to get a grip!" she urged him as best she could.
As flames ate away at the blessed one's sanity, the black, formless ground split open. A red orb, a red eye, awoke, no animosity or even sentience present in its gaze, the eternal abyss turning crimson all around.
For this definitive encounter, the world that they stepped upon would observe directly.
It was like that golden eye… And then she realized it. The glow around her… How could she have not noticed it before? A feeling of warmth that warded against the essence of insanity and fear. A brief moment of happiness eluded her as her attention returned to Caelan.
"C-Caelan! Can you 'ear me? I-I 'zink 'zis is anozer one of 'zose 'zings!" she cried out, staring down upon the massive eye.
Annoyance nearly cut through Caelan's focus as Madelon's voice sounded no further than before. The heat seared his eyes dry if he even tried to open them, so he couldn't actually tell for certain though. It was hard to call the hacking sound he made a chuckle, but the small smile he made was unmistakable. It was strange what memories came up at a time like this…
Was it? He tried to open his eyes for a look, but they refused to part. His fingers grasped at the ground, trying to dig into the monster's flesh, but the flames refused to take. With a flash of anger, he slammed a blackened fist against the crimson surface futilely. Twice more before he slumped, drained and tired.
"Sorry," he muttered as he felt the fires work their way deeper into his body, burning through his veins and boiling blood. Unsurprisingly, the pain was enough to double him over and his head slammed against the ground with a sharp thud. Despite all that, the bonfire gradually shrank, as the fire concentrated itself around him. Blinding in its brilliance, his burning figure was nonetheless distinct within.
And thus, he rejected the blessing granted to him, the overwhelming power he had achieved after offering so much of the wretched world to the god that dwelt within his veins.
For that sacrilege, there was only agony, an endless hell of burning pain that long exceeded the amount of time it took for his nerves to melt into his muscles. His flesh evaporated, leaving only pure white bones, and even then, Caelan's consciousness persisted, endlessly, hoarsely screaming.
His very soul was the cost of this betrayal, tossed into a hell where time had no meaning.
A hell that persisted as
she watched, unable to save anyone. Not him, not herself. Just a powerless individual who stood as a bystander, a witness to the end of a man who stood against the world and devoured it whole.
When his radiance disappeared, not even ashes remaining of the existence known as 'Caelan', her own solitary warmth revealed itself once more.
The world closed its eye.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
<Your LOVE is True>
<Your WISH Will Be Fulfilled>
<Target Destruction Complete>
<World Destruction Initiate>
The transparency stopped, and slowly, Onyx's flesh became solid. The exhaustion that clung to his body too, was removed, an invigorating sensation of accomplishment washing over him. Around him, the pillars disappeared, crumbling into dusk. The night sky itself cracked, falling into the pieces to reveal a blindingly white world. A white void with only a singular feature.
A gray sphere, perfectly smooth.
He floated in nothingness, an incredible tranquility descending upon him.
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He had expected everything to be done. He had expected to just fade out and wake up back in the restaurant and force himself to finish the food. But no, apparently there were other plans for him. Onyx could only look around him as the pillars disappeared and the exhaustion was lifted.
'Oh no. No, no, no.' He repeated mentally as the landscape began to change. This was supposed to be done. This was supposed to be over. Suddenly, he went from sitting to floating, but there was no anxiety - only a strange calmness he couldn't explain. His eyes focused on the gray sphere and he knew what his destination was.
Kicking at the nothingness, he attempted to propel himself forward to the sphere.
He kicked, but could not advance, could not progress. Suspended, the gray sun remained out of his reach within the white void, out of the reach of his hands. And, as he struggled to close the gap, two images floated within his mind.
Yohan, crushed into a pulp.
Alina, bleeding out from a knife wound.
Symbols of his failure.
Symbols of his
victory.
Though he was calm, there was a slight mental frustration as he was unable to make any form of progress. He was stuck, both physically and emotionally. It was uncomfortable in a way, the calmness that had taken hold of him. Then, the images invaded his mind.
He had expected the worse, obviously, but seeing it still made him uncomfortable. Onyx had been accepted they would die. That was obvious. Hell, he had even accepted his death, but here he was. Stuck in place, unable to progress or even flee. But, there was something else that bothered him.
The victory.
While Alina and Yohan had met an unfortunate demise, he was still alive. It was an almost cruel feeling, but a fact he couldn't deny.
And to the victors went the spoils. Two golden lights, manifestations of radiance, emerged from within the cold sun, firefly specks that orbited around the youth. The two rewards that he obtained, simply by surviving. One speck flickered, turning into a joker, while another hissed, an icy mist emerging, before they became mere spheres of light once more.
To advance, to gain what could not be grasped.
To return, to regan what was once lost.
W H A T D O Y O U D E S I R E
Frozen in place, Onyx could only view the spectacle taking place in front of him. Slowly, understanding dawned on him. And he knew the choice he had to make. He knew there was something missing, but he couldn't be dragged down by the things he lost. If he could gain something, anything, that was his only true option.
"To advance."
Destructed ✧ World ✧ Cacophony
The Third Toll
By Any Other Name
With the rasp of steel against her scabbard, she unsheathed her sword one last time, speaking the sacred words that would slay the tyrant who stole her throne.
With the arrogance of a true ruler, she forced all others to submit, one hand stretched out to grasp their very wills, twisting intentions to suit her own.
WIth the chime of an otherworldly bell, worlds fell away once more, the dull haze of the afternoon permeating the smoke-riddled sky.
Gas lamps lit.
Factories ceased.
Restaurants opened.
An entire lifetime had passed, and yet, it was still early evening.