Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~

[Remi-chan]

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Prophet In Indigo

The Red-eyed royalty taste their first bite of insurgency. A sour flavor, I'm sure. On thrones of those below, they thought themselves above. Above consequence, above rules, above the very laws they see enforced. A self-sustaining charade built on nepotism and blood money. An illusion that can be broken both with force, and shattered with cunning.

N O W . I T . B R E A K S . A N D . I T . S H A T T E R S .

Oppressed lambs rebel against the watchful shepherds, for their vigil has waned. They thought the silent sickness of subterfuge would cease in their erudition. Perhaps foolishly thinking the stringed sufferers had lost any will to fight back? Whatever the reason, the fools have slipped. As they scramble to undo what can no longer be undone, those such as yourself cut ties with their hedonistic hubris and seek perhaps to proffer aid to the cause you once ignored.

If that is so, then the choice is as follows:

March with the ignorant, and play puppet to the great stage painted red. Dance with the awoken, and play part to the revolution to come. The choice was not and shall not ever truly be yours, that is illusion. Freedom is little more than fleeting synaptical copium to huff when there is no other way to endure. Your choices are already made, fate has taken the liberty of choosing for you.

What choice you will make I would not and cannot divine. I would not as-- false as it may be- your illusion of choice is something you depend on. I cannot as I may be blamed for the result you inevitably choose when things perchance go awry.

In life, and in death- fate is our true warden. Prisoners to its strings, locked in its cage, forced to perform upon its stage as marionettes.

All cogs of a meticulously engineered timepiece designed to keep a fragile device from falling apart.

NOW WAKE.

All I have just said is a lie, utter nonsense. You began to believe it, didn't you? It made you angry, you felt upset.

Put aside that dread. Fate is a falsehood in itself. No navigator of such a wheel would allow predestination of my variety if a change in the path of time could upset the median. I am no oracle, only a diviner of the paths yet to be explored. I can only see one future... That is, until others are considered.

Your choice will still not truly matter, a split will occur, fracturing both you and me and all here into two seperate verses. One where you chose to flee into the warmth of ignorance's cup, and the other where you bravely face the spectre of death.

But this preamble has overstayed its welcome. What matters is that the choice is made, not how it is made.

S L E E P . O R . S U F F E R . . W H I C H . S H A L L . I T . B E ?

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[Remi-chan]

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A Dangerous Invitation

Born a human, ascended a demon. The Bloodstar was notorious even among other demons for her promiscuous nature. A victim of the world of man in life, in death she would be its trauma. No mercy would come to those who had wronged her, only lust without libido.

In her final moments, she was sickly, a bloody beaten mess covered in petrol with a lit match deciding her fate. She looked to her murderers, and she left them a smirk.

"I will drag you to Abbadon, and there in that godless pit... You will scream for a mercy I nor any gods will grant."

The men surrounding her stepped back shook as she burst into flames and screamed in primal agony. Declared them worse than dead in a tempest of unholy rage. It was a curse. The one they had called a witch, villified as a spinster, who they had judged only for her free spirit... They knew at this moment that their futures were forfeit.

And as promised, she came for them... She dragged each and every one of them into a torturous samsara of unholy burning and lustful sinning. Pain without pleasure, perfect retribution. This was the only thing they deserved. The filth that did her wrong were now the filth being wronged. But she would end the tainted cycle. There would be no ambition left for these predators become prey, no funerals to bury their sins... no tomb to accomodate their bodies. Perfect Annihilation. An act designed to end violence is always an act to encourage violence. A cycle of retribution without end, each sin commited with an intention to overshadow the last. Wrath without warrant. Carnal Ouroboros. All that would remain is violence without validation.

But she would see them not have the chance to continue this spiral of guts and gore... Suspended were their barely-living bodies in the core of the earth, to cook over decades while she returned dutifully to remind them of her deadly promise. Centuries go by of this perfect torment, and so utterly and completely are her victims broken in body and spirit both.

They had a choice, she invited them to hell via temptation and despite logic; they accepted her dangerous invitation. An acceptance so damning yet the foolhardy so fervorous. Thinking in their hubris they could repeat the same as before... They knew not how the tables had been turned against them. And lost in a malaise of libido and temptation, she kept her promise.

Dragged flailing and screaming to their final rest, forced down into submission, drained of what made them human. A withered husk, greyed of flesh, crushed bones and near-emptied of blood and organs. Barely alive, but not yet free of their lantern of life.

Their blood so boiled it reached the temperature of a star, so much they would spill that it would burst a dam. As she looked down sadistically upon the macabre state she had made of her victims, she smirked in the same manner as she had when she was in their position in life.

"Beg me, little weakling! Beg for mercy. Scream for a savior that will never come~"

In their moment of desperation, they pleaded, they begged, they howled like wolves, screamed like the spider scorned. Something, anything- to save them from this fate.

"No one is coming. No one except... you~"

" E N E R G Y . D R A I N . "

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[Remi-chan]

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Nine-Tails Terminus

It was so long ago now... When that wicked child appeared on the doorstep of our kingdom. Even when I first met her, I could sense that malice in her. I felt allowing her shelter was going to bring bad things, but I felt I had to push aside my initial judgements and be the noble speaker of my people. I didn't want to exclude someone who appeared so down on their luck.

But the one I showed mercy to that day... was a spider. Pulling at threads that would lead to the consumption of her prey: The Noble. Those like me. She didn't even act all that differently to how she did after her betrayal, but only assured me with hollow words that she was on my side.

Then I remember those words, vivid now as the day trillions of years ago when they verbally played the part of the knife.

"Y o u ' r e . a . f o o l .  =)"

In that moment of betrayal, all of my quieted fears and hushed skepticism came back in full force. I underwent some kind of primal transformation, a rage and sadness awoke in me that I'd never felt. I had been lied to, played with, taken advantage of, manipulated, and then-- when I was no longer of use: discarded like I was nothing. And to her, I was nothing. A plaything at best, a cheap bauble.

It wasn't the disrespect that angered me, it was the complete disgrace of my trust that shook me to the degree that I allowed anger to cloud my judgement. She was ever a malefic child with nothing but sadism lining her black heart like thorns around a bramble.

Mask off: Xali is everything anyone with a moral compass would vehemently despise. We had done nothing to her, our crime was that merely of existing and being nobly-intentioned moral creatures. But to one like her, that is weakness, and possibly seen as sickness in her bizarre sado-hedonistic culture. There is nothing we could have done. Once she had found us, there was no way we could have combatted her. That's what hurts the most, we were doomed the moment she landed on our world. She is a creature who lives for the suffering of those with any indulgence of good will.

It was then, in that malaise of violence that I met her... The one they call the Insidious Architect. The only being even Xali knows well enough to fear. She pulled me back from the brink of despair and taught me how to balance myself, a duality of light and dark amdist a storm of arcane and lightning. I am a Nine-Tails, one of very few Kitsune who command multiple elemental attributions. My counterpart was the only other as far as I knew. The Insidious Architect saw my potential both as a friend and a fearsome weapon against the Imperian, and enlisted me and any who showed that same spark of primal rage during times of desperation into the order of the Witch Hunter. Among which, I was the first. I was to be the one leading the charge against the Glitch of Shadow and commanding an army of high skilled individuals against a cosmic enemy.

But I am noble, and I cannot combat something that has no honor or even pretense of nobility. To do so would be playing right into her hands, and allowing myself to become exactly as dangerous as her.

Then, the only comfort I had, that the Insidious Architect was a saving grace when that child showed up... was also recently shattered.

I felt my soul go dark, the blade of that maggot's scythe cut straight through the Architect's shields and fatally wounded her abdomen. Seeing her, my friend of trillions of years-- bleed the same red blood we do. It made her feel like one of us, she felt in that fleeting moment, as mortal as anyone else. While it's impossible to physically harm the Insidious Architect in such a way, the damage was never meant to be physical, but emotional. My friend, Yi-- she will recover in next to no time from such a wound, but from such a dethroning of her status... That might take more than some Bey0ndian regeneration. It has unsettled her that mortals who previously posed absolutely zero threat to her, are now on her level... And with erasure retired as a means of dealing with such risky creatures, it's evidently put her on edge.

Of course, Xali reveled in the misery she had caused not just Yi, but all of us as well. She knew we'd become dependant on Yi's protection, and now this had removed even that fleeting sense of security.

"Hm~ Somehow I don't think this "First Guardian" will have much luck protecting you now... Not from me~"

From behind that cruel grin, this statement of all should have broken me. It was an act of direct evil, and a reveal that evil had triumphed, and possibly always would. But instead I found peace in it. We no longer had our get out of jail free card. We no longer had someone we had to rely on, from now on- this game was set and match between Xali and us. The First Guardian had been kind to us, but I did not wish this child to be her burden to bear and our protection her purpose to suffer for.

Yi has changed, and so have we. I have changed, I've come to realize that no world can rely exclusively on benefactors from beyond reality or hide behind crutches. Just like Yi had to alter her approach when the commands she had become dependant on no longer did as advertised, I have had to adapt to face that which has always been a predator of my people.

I am the Terminus of her ridiculous Final Round. For her awaits only death with Tails Nine. When next she and I cross blades, I will not hold anything back. I will fight with honor, and as like water: torrential and yet calm. Xali is driven by the desperation of her foes, but I will not give her lease to feel satisfied. I know now that this battle against her can be won! Because contrary to what I thought, she is one of us. A mortal.

And a mortal... can bleed. A mortal can still die. She may have god-eclipsing power, but she has a limit. She is not omnipotent, she is not insurmountable... She's just a pain, both to kill, and to tolerate.

And ironic as this might be coming from a female fox, I'm going to ruin that bitch's shit.

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