#β ππ'π ππππ ππΌππ. οΉ .ic οΉ
β Maybe you deserve this. β
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" The living would be more amusing without bones. That is why I am offering a service to have your own removed free of charge. "
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" You fools don't appreciate dinosaurs enough. "
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β Tch, affection... β
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β Just you wait until they find out this is a metaphor for hubris. β
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@timewontwait / cont!
The dirt absorbs the demon like rain on dry terrain, that murky puddle travelling quickly across the floor β not that it soon matters as his opponent takes the defensive. And Mephiles cannot help but silently snicker to himself: ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME? Deep down the question has him reeling, disgusted to take so much glee in threatening that he once very much cared about. Oh, it had all been so long ago nowβ¦ what does it matter? What loss could ever matter in the face of his other half? Iblis had been taken from him, not once, BUT TWICE. He should have expected as much, all bane from those he once trusted. Theyβre all the same. Those times of recounting histories and futures unwritten mean nothing with his own pages burned. Withβ¦ Solarisβ pages burned. Perhaps itβs best it all blurs so inconsistently together, amidst his corrupted anger: itβs less painful that way, and the sentiment is easier to douse. It canβt hurt him. Nothing can hurt him. NOT ANYMORE. And heβll make sure Sonic the Hedgehog remembers that.
The murky ooze shoots up into the air like a fountain, swiping at thin air as the hedgehog is gone with the wind. No comment is made, irritation simmering into the demonβs form as he submerges back into the ground.
β β¦ β
The hedgehogβs words donβt seem to reach him, or perhaps he doesnβt quite care. To his core, heβs in auto-pilot, too furious to even humor Sonicβs claims at hypocrisy ( LIESβ¦ Sonic thinks Mephiles is feeding him LIES? ). Hahahaβ¦ does he have any idea what heβs done? He doesnβt, DOES HE? His silence more than makes it clear he doesnβt care anymore. Besidesβ¦ why admit to a wrong that is false? Why should he listen anymore? The blue saviour is foolish as he is DEAD. And he will make sure he is BURIED.
The ooze leaps back into the darkness angrily, diving into the depths of the environmentβs shade β a shade that expands menacingly, the demonβs prying claws reaching for the hedgehogβs silhouette. The air is icy and bitter as reptilian eyes train on the hedgehog. I AM NIGHT AS I AM DAY; AND THIS IS YOUR JUDGMENT DAY.
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" ...tch. Your potential will always wound up wasted obsessing over someone else. "
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@somewhereinchaos / cont!
β Most versions of you wish the same, β the demon reveals cooly and casually, information he has kept folded to his chest for this entire timeline. This has all been observation, an experiment for what may come β the limit of Shadow the Hedgehog and his vices. Each time one dies, he cannot help but mourn for what could have been. In the futility of it all, Shadow perseveres to the very end, no matter what he may suffer for it. Mephiles has... always admired that about him, pointless as it is. It's a stubbornness he can't help but respect and reflect. β They were never allowed a death peaceful. Such is the same with you. β
His thoughts race, pondering back to the Shadow that lives and breathes; will he end up like this one, like the rest? All these tests... they will not be for nothing. They are to orchestrate that the Ultimate Lifeform survives, and strives for his true purpose. Not what the humans have disillusioned him with. And yet Mephiles FEARS... β¦
Thoughts stop when the other speaks again, eyes widening slightly at the words. This is the first time he has been so direct, so close contact with the other as he dies. The question rattles Mephiles in millions of ways but he cannot fathom why. Perhaps it's because he would never have expected such a request, or perhaps it's because he's been there before...
Alone... he knew that feeling.
β β¦ β He doesn't answer, and instead, seats himself next to the hedgehog. No.
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@seaofserene / cont!
The demon's eyes are on nothing but her, immersed in the soul before him that he had denied himself for so long. There is nothing to hide now, NO ONE to take away or take advantage of the time they can so preciously curate. And well, time is eternal. All of Mephiles' shortcomings will mean nothing in the face of this paradise that he's created for them. Or so he likes to convince himself, surrounded by a lifeless abyss that makes the premise of forever feel terrifying.
It's not like before, he reminds himself. THE COLD, BLEAK DARKNESS SURROUNDS HIM FOR EONS β and he wills for freedom, and he finds it, JUST TO PERPETUATE THE CYLCE ONCE MORE. It's different this time, because she is here. I can stand the loneliness if it's with her.
A hand moves to gently envelop hers in return, another raising to cradle her face gently as he tilts his head at her questioning. He is analyzing her, her every emotion, every movementβsearching for a solution to the conflict burning in her eyes.
β You are here, β he replies simply, as though that's all he needs. That's all he does, isn't it? β And I will never grow bored of us. β A pause. β β¦ you wouldn't... grow bored of me, would you? β
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" Shadow Androids make good target practice. "
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There's a cold, bristling movement in the darkness; a frostbitten air to the forestry as the dismal glow dulls into the abyss, shadows -- those animate -- wrapping around it akin to some sacred life force. And in a way, it is. His lifeforce, his entire being, fuelled on what the kindly light could provide him.
Disarray, despair, DESTRUCTION. Utter annihilation in the face of a world that he wished ill. That had wished HIM ill, and a pain he will deliver tenfold. And yet there stands someone to behold his malevolent thoughts, an audience he briefly considers as a chuckle echoes through the barren world.
" β¦ leave while your life is intact. "
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β Tch... a professor... β he's grumbling to himself.
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