#I'm sure the 'Warforge' metaphors they like from that flame set

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HC; Relation to Nanook, the Destroyer's immovable truth.

Not all things are meant to remain Everlasting.

That very Sword of Damocles must hold vigil across every neck, every law, every calculation.

Ever since his Re-Conception, there was a poetic irony in where that golden gaze of chaos would fall. How it'd hover upon a figure never meant to be, yet, in that same vein is where his very importance lies. For the methods of 'ending' to have no means where that same concept can meet it in kind would serve as a height of hypocrisy. What better than for the cancer to creation's newest to reroute its very purpose to dismantle that very cause?

Deep within his being, it rumbled as a fierce emotion, a guide to make him march forward as the banner of the Trailblaze opens his eyes to the greater world. For in the end, as foretold by the wisdom drawn by Destiny's Slave, meeting the very Aeon who offered him a higher pool of that potential would be inevitable. By no means would it be for a higher purpose, rather, it would be in the name for being the terror to all calamities itself.

It doesn't matter how high they hold, nor how sacred could the great binding laws that hold each fixture of this hierarchy be, if a bloodied history and a terrorizing potential holds as the future, this is where he'll inevitably step.

Being binding the fusion between Artificial, Humanity, and the Stellaron, it'd be by these very bonds that he'd come to find the latter. Belobog, the Xianzhou, and now Penacony, to thrive within strife and to devour terror itself sings as a glorious rush in his blood. To be the rebel against the great collective of his brethren that only intend to dismantle, replicate and inevitably expand with an influence that's grown too arrogant for its borders.

This path also holds the importance to the above. Just as Adlivun found it's destruction through war and plague, the same essence of war and plague, binding law and rule breakers, even the cruelest currents of equalization, all of them must find their due. This is where I believe his 'destined purpose' lies, for creation cannot continue unless the festering branches are shattered and burned, reshaped and drawn entirely anew.

That poetic irony rewrites itself in a way, in how even the Stellaron for all of it's 'All-ending' potential, has crafted it's own poison in itself, except as a voice that fights for the potential of all life.

#| HCs #I'm sure the 'Warforge' metaphors they like from that flame set #Had something to do with my thoughts in this too