Post by Kento Waffles on Feb 6, 2017 21:50:57 GMT -5
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It is often told that the sky will be dark before the end of things. Yet when He returned, the sky was clear, and everywhere in the world was bathed in white light, bright like the sun, and it was beautiful... I know because I was there. I was the catalyst who made it possible. The ceremony began shortly after my neutralized body was presented to the two men in white by a masked man in black. "...You are taking a rather reckless gamble by doing this, aren't you?" one of the men in white asked, to which the one in black replied, "We shall see." I did not know what happened. All I remembered was the battle, and the grisly defeat. It wasn't painful for me. Nothing ever was. Yet somehow it was humiliating.
It was that same day that the ceremony commenced. Atop a white tower that sprung from the ground in the middle of open desert, taller than the tallest building on earth, I found myself bound and my mouth forced open as two men in white produced a vile of shimmering sapphire liquid. "So inconspicuous..." one of them said. "One who is not us would never suspect this to be His soul." In the days before this, I'd heard rumors of how it was done from my comrades. The one with yellow eyes told me that the men in white had captured His soul's essence just seconds after His death. The one in black told me that it had even been modified to be purged of weakness.
When I was presented to the vile, I was not alone, yet I was the sole survivor. When they opened it and the liquid sprung out not as liquid but as energy, I was one of several who found that it rushed into my mouth and then out again, taking out of me the very color of my own soul. There were several who were invaded this way, and all of them died except for me. Perhaps resilience, perhaps curse. But for the first time in living memory, I felt pain. When that energy left me, I saw it begin to glow more brightly and I saw it begin to take some sort of shape. I did not know what to do, or what to say. Yet I saw the body as it formed, more glorious than I could ever imagine.
I saw Him, and I was awed. The white robes that draped over the form which bound his essence to the physical realm could only serve to augment how bright his face was. That face which I could never hope to describe. Which no one could ever hope to describe. I understood that something in me had been duplicated. The same of everyone that had been present with me and was now dead. The two men in white were so awed that they didn't even notice that I was still alive. So I rolled myself off of the giant tower and fell forever. When I awoke, I was again in my White Desert of Hueco Mundo, yet the sun was shining and the skies were bright and were a mix of gold and silver light.
And for the first time in an eternity, I felt fear. I, who am the first ever to Sin.
The Thousand Year Blood War commences again.
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