Post by Alexander Kuma-Hebi on May 27, 2016 14:02:29 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, I messed up. I posted this on a wrong account at first, so I deleted that post and reposted with proper account. Also, sorry for inconveniencing you guys with long delay.
Alexander was falling. he was falling into darkness, and light was fading. His mind was struggling. It was struggling, desperately trying to find sense in all of this. Everything that was transpiring was blurry, distant. And suddenly, Alexander was not there. He was... somewhere. And nowhere. The area felt somehow familiar, yet, there was nothing that he could recall about it. But there was night, and he was on top of a mountain. And there, on the mountain, was a throne, carved into stone. Moon and stars were high above in the clear night sky, and they provided some light. But where was Alexander. He was struggling to comprehend it, this place, what was happening. He remembered wielding his sword, and sweat, and blood, and echoes of giggling female voice, and of long ended battles he fought. But where was he? What was this place? And why was it so familiar, yet so foreign? It was as if he was there once, but he couldn't exactly remember. He looked up to the throne, and to his surprise, he found it was not empty, but rather occupied. Shock overcame Alexander as he saw who was sitting there on that throne. Suddenly, his legs felt heavy, and he fell on his knees. And there on the throne, there was the man staring at him coldly. Himself.
Another Alexander was there, and Alexander didn't know what to make out of it. What was going on? However, another him seemingly noticed his expression, and spoke. His voice was cold, slow, deep. "What is it? Surprised to find this? Surprised to find out that you are on this throne?" HE stood up, glaring at Alexander, and continued. "You see, you never cease to amaze me. Whenever the wisdom comes out in you, your real wisdom that you so much hide from others, my hopes go up, and yet, then you royally fuck it up! LOOK AT ME! HERE WE ARE, IN THE PALACE BUILT ON THE RUINS OF MURDER, MURDER YOU COMMITTED, YET YOU STARE AT ME LIKE A MORON?" He stopped, calming down, and continued in softer tone. "But it matters not. It is foolish to expect someone to actually know about themselves, when they never look into themselves. You have a lot to learn yet, Alexander Kuma-Hebi. Grave sins lie on you, and even more, a long path to understanding, and redemption. You must redeem yourself before yourself, and that is your path. With your sin you cleaved your soul in two, but you must mend it, and overcome yourself, or fail, and lose any hope of ever reaching your desires." Alexander was breathing quickly, his breaths shallow, it seemed as if this other him was draining his energy by speaking. He was clueless about this, but he could feel it. This, this was important. This, this was something big. And Alexander had to listen. Other one continued. "But worry not. I shall aid you. To the best of my abilities, I shall aid you, so that you may do this. You shall prevail. Yes. Now. You must tend to the many other things before we meet again, and you be able to understand. But worry not." As he was telling this, he was approaching Alexander. He reached out with his hand, towards Alexander. "Do not worry, I tell you again. I shall aid you in this journey. For I am... you." And with that last word, he touched Alexander.
And everything vanished, yet Alexander's mind awoke, and suddenly, everything returned to him. Yes. He attempted to display his eternity to Eternity. And he failed. Violence, in the end, was not the solution. It did not solve Alexander's problems, and he couldn't attempt with more violence simply because he couldn't pull anything stronger out of him. Yet he remembered. He remembered Eternity's disappointment. He remembered as Eternity spoke to him. His words were loud. "Your answer, when given the knowledge of Eternity, the knowledge that change is within your grasp as one who is outside of the framework of Hell... was to attack once more. Your answer was to repeat the same mistakes of your past. In a world whose eternal nature is ever-changing, you choose to fight still despite knowing that it had failed before. You refuse to change even as the world around you requires it." He remembered the pain that Eternity inflicted on him. Pain that almost knocked him out with it's intensity. He remembered the vicious injuries Eternity inflicted on him. And he remembered. Yes, he remembered being healed. He remembered a gem being embedded into him. And pain it brought. And then, pain vanished, while his judge, Eternity, sentenced him. "For that, I sentence you to an Eternity of my own choosing." Yes, Alexander remembered everything. Eternity, was harsh, but ultimately, just. "No, until you learn and embrace what I have taught you, until you have learned just what the changing nature of Eternity truly is, I have instead imparted his Eternity to you. As long as you live, it will exist within you. The form I have chosen for it is to show you that you cannot simply remove or destroy it; instead, you must find a way to change it. And if you somehow manage to change it, to deny him the Eternity that he currently possesses, then you will be able to remove it from both yourself and him. But at the same time, Alexander... you are the one most uniquely suited to change it. Know that I do not place this upon you as punishment for your decision, but rather to teach you the lesson you will need to learn. Remember that Discord's Eternity is chaos, the ultimate component of change. Remember that well, and perhaps you will figure out exactly what it is you are suited to change. Or, perhaps... what you do not need to change at all. Farewell."
And then, suddenly, Alexander awoke. He was aware. He was alive. And he was not on the mysterious mountain, nor he was experiencing end of his encounter with Eternity. Instead, he was there, falling. He couldn't say for how long he was falling, but in reality, everything that happened, was inside of his mind, a vision so brief that while it lasted for him, less than tenth of a second passed in the real world. And Alexander was falling. He saw nothing, yet suddenly, he hit the ground. And then, he saw it. The ground. Rich, wet soul under him. He was on his four, fall landed him so. Immediately he stood up. Wondering what was happening. He realized he was in a hole, but before he could think anything about what has happened, something hit him. It fell on top of him, yet Alexander wouldn't fall, he was strong, and still mighty, despite everything. So strong was he, that his right hand still gripped his Zanpakuto, and it was gripping it so hard that it was starting to bleed. Yet as Alexander saw what fell on him he was surprised. It was a man. A corpse, perhaps. But it looked so much more alive. Like it was not dead at all. Yet it seemed dead. It was hard for Alexander to describe it. Yet, before he could do anything, another object fell on him, similar to the first one. This one was a woman, and was same as the man. Similar to corpse, yet alive. He looked up, and saw others falling towards him. A mass grave! He realized what situation was he in, and he jumped up, strongly. His strength was enough. He jumped out of his grave, and landed, well, somewhere. Soul beneath him was damp. And landscape around him resembled graveyard more than anything. Yet Alexander didn't pay much attention to it.
He was kneeling, as he landed to kneeling position. He was touching the place where his heart was supposed to be. And his heart was racing as if it was going to explode, yet, Alexander was more occupied by something else. Because he felt something there. No, it was not a vision, a fallacy. Indeed, Eternity's sentence was real. And there, where his heart was, there was also a strange red orb embedded into Alexander. He did not attempt to remove it. Nor would he even try. Even from a slight touch, his heart went crazy. Tampering with that orb would kill him. Alexander let his left hand drop to his side, as he contemplated Eternity's words. Indeed, he was told everything he would ever need to know. He was beginning to understand. Slowly, he was beginning to see the truth given to him. He saw things clear, finally. "Yes. He is what he is. But I shall be the change, in opposition to him. Where he is chaos, I shall be order. Where he is war, I shall be peace. When he is arrogance, I shall be humility. Where he is death, I shall be life. I shall do it. I shall stand as a change opposite of him, and I shall take him down with that. I swear on the soul of Spirit King, I shall!" With that, Alexander reached with his left hand, and took off his sunglasses, and threw them away. Then, he rose his Zanpakuto, which he still held in his right hand. Slowly, but carefully, he brought it to his hair. And then, aiding it and guiding it with his left hand, he slowly begun to shave his head. It was messy business, but Alexander was thorough, and he didn't skip any hair. but his Zanpakuto was sharp, so he cut himself multiple times. Luckily, cuts were shallow and small, and soon ceased bleeding. After he finished with his hair, he moved onto his beard and sideburns, which he also shaved in same crude manner. Then he dropped his Zanpakuto, and took off his belt, on which there were his other Zanpakuto, sheathed, and empty sheath belonging to one he dropped to the ground just now. Then, he slowly removed every single bit of his clothing, remaining completely naked. After thinking for a second, he took a big piece of his shirt, and with a bit of tearing, he made it just the right size. Picking up his belt, he fiddled with it for a while. Then he set that piece of canvas as a loincloth, and secured it with his belt. Finally, he reached and picked up Zanpakuto that he dropped, and sheathed it along its pair.
Following all that, he rose up. He knew that goal was to be reached. He did not know where Discord was, but he had to find him. To face his change against Discord's eternity. To do it, and save everyone. Given that he had no idea where he was, he chose to go straight, forward. Getting up, he begun to walk. One step at a time, a man with mission, a man who was undertaking a pilgrimage of his own in the middle of Hell. Slowly, Alexander walked. Towards his destiny.
Alexander was falling. he was falling into darkness, and light was fading. His mind was struggling. It was struggling, desperately trying to find sense in all of this. Everything that was transpiring was blurry, distant. And suddenly, Alexander was not there. He was... somewhere. And nowhere. The area felt somehow familiar, yet, there was nothing that he could recall about it. But there was night, and he was on top of a mountain. And there, on the mountain, was a throne, carved into stone. Moon and stars were high above in the clear night sky, and they provided some light. But where was Alexander. He was struggling to comprehend it, this place, what was happening. He remembered wielding his sword, and sweat, and blood, and echoes of giggling female voice, and of long ended battles he fought. But where was he? What was this place? And why was it so familiar, yet so foreign? It was as if he was there once, but he couldn't exactly remember. He looked up to the throne, and to his surprise, he found it was not empty, but rather occupied. Shock overcame Alexander as he saw who was sitting there on that throne. Suddenly, his legs felt heavy, and he fell on his knees. And there on the throne, there was the man staring at him coldly. Himself.
Another Alexander was there, and Alexander didn't know what to make out of it. What was going on? However, another him seemingly noticed his expression, and spoke. His voice was cold, slow, deep. "What is it? Surprised to find this? Surprised to find out that you are on this throne?" HE stood up, glaring at Alexander, and continued. "You see, you never cease to amaze me. Whenever the wisdom comes out in you, your real wisdom that you so much hide from others, my hopes go up, and yet, then you royally fuck it up! LOOK AT ME! HERE WE ARE, IN THE PALACE BUILT ON THE RUINS OF MURDER, MURDER YOU COMMITTED, YET YOU STARE AT ME LIKE A MORON?" He stopped, calming down, and continued in softer tone. "But it matters not. It is foolish to expect someone to actually know about themselves, when they never look into themselves. You have a lot to learn yet, Alexander Kuma-Hebi. Grave sins lie on you, and even more, a long path to understanding, and redemption. You must redeem yourself before yourself, and that is your path. With your sin you cleaved your soul in two, but you must mend it, and overcome yourself, or fail, and lose any hope of ever reaching your desires." Alexander was breathing quickly, his breaths shallow, it seemed as if this other him was draining his energy by speaking. He was clueless about this, but he could feel it. This, this was important. This, this was something big. And Alexander had to listen. Other one continued. "But worry not. I shall aid you. To the best of my abilities, I shall aid you, so that you may do this. You shall prevail. Yes. Now. You must tend to the many other things before we meet again, and you be able to understand. But worry not." As he was telling this, he was approaching Alexander. He reached out with his hand, towards Alexander. "Do not worry, I tell you again. I shall aid you in this journey. For I am... you." And with that last word, he touched Alexander.
And everything vanished, yet Alexander's mind awoke, and suddenly, everything returned to him. Yes. He attempted to display his eternity to Eternity. And he failed. Violence, in the end, was not the solution. It did not solve Alexander's problems, and he couldn't attempt with more violence simply because he couldn't pull anything stronger out of him. Yet he remembered. He remembered Eternity's disappointment. He remembered as Eternity spoke to him. His words were loud. "Your answer, when given the knowledge of Eternity, the knowledge that change is within your grasp as one who is outside of the framework of Hell... was to attack once more. Your answer was to repeat the same mistakes of your past. In a world whose eternal nature is ever-changing, you choose to fight still despite knowing that it had failed before. You refuse to change even as the world around you requires it." He remembered the pain that Eternity inflicted on him. Pain that almost knocked him out with it's intensity. He remembered the vicious injuries Eternity inflicted on him. And he remembered. Yes, he remembered being healed. He remembered a gem being embedded into him. And pain it brought. And then, pain vanished, while his judge, Eternity, sentenced him. "For that, I sentence you to an Eternity of my own choosing." Yes, Alexander remembered everything. Eternity, was harsh, but ultimately, just. "No, until you learn and embrace what I have taught you, until you have learned just what the changing nature of Eternity truly is, I have instead imparted his Eternity to you. As long as you live, it will exist within you. The form I have chosen for it is to show you that you cannot simply remove or destroy it; instead, you must find a way to change it. And if you somehow manage to change it, to deny him the Eternity that he currently possesses, then you will be able to remove it from both yourself and him. But at the same time, Alexander... you are the one most uniquely suited to change it. Know that I do not place this upon you as punishment for your decision, but rather to teach you the lesson you will need to learn. Remember that Discord's Eternity is chaos, the ultimate component of change. Remember that well, and perhaps you will figure out exactly what it is you are suited to change. Or, perhaps... what you do not need to change at all. Farewell."
And then, suddenly, Alexander awoke. He was aware. He was alive. And he was not on the mysterious mountain, nor he was experiencing end of his encounter with Eternity. Instead, he was there, falling. He couldn't say for how long he was falling, but in reality, everything that happened, was inside of his mind, a vision so brief that while it lasted for him, less than tenth of a second passed in the real world. And Alexander was falling. He saw nothing, yet suddenly, he hit the ground. And then, he saw it. The ground. Rich, wet soul under him. He was on his four, fall landed him so. Immediately he stood up. Wondering what was happening. He realized he was in a hole, but before he could think anything about what has happened, something hit him. It fell on top of him, yet Alexander wouldn't fall, he was strong, and still mighty, despite everything. So strong was he, that his right hand still gripped his Zanpakuto, and it was gripping it so hard that it was starting to bleed. Yet as Alexander saw what fell on him he was surprised. It was a man. A corpse, perhaps. But it looked so much more alive. Like it was not dead at all. Yet it seemed dead. It was hard for Alexander to describe it. Yet, before he could do anything, another object fell on him, similar to the first one. This one was a woman, and was same as the man. Similar to corpse, yet alive. He looked up, and saw others falling towards him. A mass grave! He realized what situation was he in, and he jumped up, strongly. His strength was enough. He jumped out of his grave, and landed, well, somewhere. Soul beneath him was damp. And landscape around him resembled graveyard more than anything. Yet Alexander didn't pay much attention to it.
He was kneeling, as he landed to kneeling position. He was touching the place where his heart was supposed to be. And his heart was racing as if it was going to explode, yet, Alexander was more occupied by something else. Because he felt something there. No, it was not a vision, a fallacy. Indeed, Eternity's sentence was real. And there, where his heart was, there was also a strange red orb embedded into Alexander. He did not attempt to remove it. Nor would he even try. Even from a slight touch, his heart went crazy. Tampering with that orb would kill him. Alexander let his left hand drop to his side, as he contemplated Eternity's words. Indeed, he was told everything he would ever need to know. He was beginning to understand. Slowly, he was beginning to see the truth given to him. He saw things clear, finally. "Yes. He is what he is. But I shall be the change, in opposition to him. Where he is chaos, I shall be order. Where he is war, I shall be peace. When he is arrogance, I shall be humility. Where he is death, I shall be life. I shall do it. I shall stand as a change opposite of him, and I shall take him down with that. I swear on the soul of Spirit King, I shall!" With that, Alexander reached with his left hand, and took off his sunglasses, and threw them away. Then, he rose his Zanpakuto, which he still held in his right hand. Slowly, but carefully, he brought it to his hair. And then, aiding it and guiding it with his left hand, he slowly begun to shave his head. It was messy business, but Alexander was thorough, and he didn't skip any hair. but his Zanpakuto was sharp, so he cut himself multiple times. Luckily, cuts were shallow and small, and soon ceased bleeding. After he finished with his hair, he moved onto his beard and sideburns, which he also shaved in same crude manner. Then he dropped his Zanpakuto, and took off his belt, on which there were his other Zanpakuto, sheathed, and empty sheath belonging to one he dropped to the ground just now. Then, he slowly removed every single bit of his clothing, remaining completely naked. After thinking for a second, he took a big piece of his shirt, and with a bit of tearing, he made it just the right size. Picking up his belt, he fiddled with it for a while. Then he set that piece of canvas as a loincloth, and secured it with his belt. Finally, he reached and picked up Zanpakuto that he dropped, and sheathed it along its pair.
Following all that, he rose up. He knew that goal was to be reached. He did not know where Discord was, but he had to find him. To face his change against Discord's eternity. To do it, and save everyone. Given that he had no idea where he was, he chose to go straight, forward. Getting up, he begun to walk. One step at a time, a man with mission, a man who was undertaking a pilgrimage of his own in the middle of Hell. Slowly, Alexander walked. Towards his destiny.