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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 1, 2015 0:08:08 GMT
Note: Feel free to make up more reasons for the grudge holding people in reply, Chester being chased, etc.
"Look! It's Flood, the people's hero! Now there's a guy that gives you hope, eh?" "I heard how he saved hundreds of people, when Demons attacked the bottom layer of Sora!" "Really? Why are Demons so evil? Well, it's a good thing there's a guy like that around then."
Flood sighed, trying to ignore the crowd gathering below him as he stood on the peak of Minato's first and only Sun Temple left. It was more like a small church, and fit so well into the usual shops in the market that many didn't even realize it was a functioning Temple. But Flood felt most at home when close to a temple, especially since he could feel his mothers presence the most when there. Flood tried not to look down at the people below, all looking at him with awe-struck eyes and admiration. He didn't want any of those things. He was a vigilante, not a hero. Sure, he was out to save everyone sharing this earth, but he didn't like being recognised for his work. Fable felt the same, but Fairy seemed to bath in the popularity, which was understandable for someone like Hada. Flood gazed over Minato, now able to focus his black and white vision onto entire cities to scan souls. Most of it was a sea of greens, blues and other vibrant colours. There were blotches of red, none too apparent to call Flood's attention. Red souls belong to those with evil intention, but none of the souls present in Flood's vision were bright and alarming, even those in red. The murmurs and gossip flowing beneath him made Flood want to leave, but he knew he'd only gather another crowd somewhere else. Flood heard a soft hum in his head, "Well, they are really starting to like you, Flood." Came the Sun Goddess' voice. Flood glanced to the sky. After assuming he'd been abandoned seventeen years ago by his mother, Flood soon learnt after that her presence had always been there, but she could only speak directly to Flood in places of the most purity. Such as temples.
Flood looked down to the crowd. "Yes, but I don't want them to."
His mother chuckled, "Oh come now Flood, is a little attention that bad?"
"It is when I don't deserve it. They think I'm some sort of hero, seventeen years ago, people assaulted me in the street to try and kill me. Just because you've given me the power to hide my face, doesn't mean their new judgement is any more valid. Hero or villain, I don't need people's opinions, I just need them safe."
The Sun Goddess sighed, and Flood felt a warm, soothing sensation wrap around him like a hug. "My little boy, you hold far too much pain on your shoulders. Will you never let anything in the past go?"
Flood sighed, "I-" He stopped, frowning as the sea of coloured souls in the distance of Minato began to fluctuate. More and more people were suddenly turning red, until there was a significant red blotch in Flood's vision. They were centred around something. Some sort of dusty green soul, sickly in colour. And one Flood could instantly connect to a face he knew all too well. Before even replying to his mother, Flood ran along the temple's roof, jumping easily across houses to get closer.
"I guess you have a heart that can never let go..." The Sun Goddess' voice rang out, before fading away as Flood moved further from the temple. Maybe he never forgot things. Flood would never forget his life from the past, back when he was possessing Shinda's body assuming it to be his own. The friends he made, his brothers, the torture that was his life. Flood would never forget. It was a reason amongst many as to why Flood tried to avoid those from his past. But that fact that his heart, more than his mind, refused to forget, meant that he was currently running to go and help one person from his life of torture that still managed to torture him today. Flood soon got close enough to see the band of Humans pressuring down on the sickly green soul. They had hatred in their hearts, a hatred Akvan had been all too familiar with. It was the thirst for revenge, specifically revenge on the bringer of disease. Flood's breath shook, as usual, when he looked more forward to see her. Chester, keeping to the quieter roads, and trying to be as invisible as she could, exactly as Akvan had done before. Swallowing hard, Flood followed quietly by rooftop as the group of Humans muttered amongst themselves. Things about losing family, a wife, a child, lost to tragic illnesses, Flood knew the tales of sorrow. But now, they only frustrated the once openly self-loathing man, only went to prove that his job wasn't even close to being fulfilled. His gaze followed them until they took more action towards Chester, when Flood was hesitant on whether to go and help, or do so hidden back. Flood had followed Chester in the past, so much that he could instantly recognise her soul. But he'd never in seventeen years got close to her, even when situations like now occurred.
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Post by Chester on Mar 1, 2015 20:17:17 GMT
Chester kept the tears at bay, as she has done for the past seventeen years. She no longer cared for what others thought, only a select few got the privilege of her caring, she didn't really have a need to care for anyone else anymore, in a way that helped her. Exitium leaving her alone considering she refuses to help others and kills as she walks. Wrapping her coat around her more, Chester made her way through the back streets, but even that didn't stop people from knowing where she was, from following her... She guessed because of several factors, her being made Demon, randomly taking Akvan's powers and the sort has made said powers difficult to control, and easy for one to feel nearby... Just walking near another made them ill. "Your a disgrace to this world... Killing so many." "My family all dead because of you, monster." "Why do you even exist?" Chester just ignored the comments, but her heart couldn't, and she felt herself get angry inside, get upset, her powers on the brink of going out of control and killing all in the approximate area. She felt as some began to throw things, before one or two came to attack her... She didn't know what happened at that point, she saw them coming, and the next thing she knew, both were covered in diseased skin, one that she knew was quick to kill. Dropping her gaze, Chester gave one last look towards the crowd, including one who she recognised... A hooded man whose followed her for years, she does not know how many, nor does she know who he is, nor did she care, as long as he stays out of her way... Before getting out her wings and flying out of their range. |
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 1, 2015 21:45:58 GMT
Flood wasn't prepared to hide anymore, as soon as he heard how these people were speaking to Chester. Compared to how people had worshipped Flood earlier, it made him sick. He couldn't move in time to stop their attacks all together, and Flood's entrance was further pushed back as Chester seemed to poison two of them. Flood could sense the all too familiar power in the air. The seventeen years of hell that Flood once knew, the green mist of suffering that made him hate himself. Chester seemed to have no control over how she used it. It made Flood hated himself all the more. Not only did she suffer to carry his old powers on her shoulders, but she also had no control of them. Her experience of this Godly power was far worse than Flood's was. Watching Chester leave with a solemn expression, though hidden by his Eteru form, Flood focused on the sick men first. He'd never done this before, because he feared the feeling of having disease magic again, but he knew that he couldn't let Chester strain more unnecessary killing on her soul. Even if she didn't know. Copying her magic, Flood forced the sickness right out of the sickly men before they died, focusing it into small green orbs before crushing it. Cure them caused the rest of the group to turn to Flood, all turning from angered expressions to surprised and pleased in an instant. "You! It's our saviour!" One man said, grasping Flood's gloved hand to shake it.
"Bless you Flood, you're really one great hero." Flood didn't respond, instead watching Chester flee with a painful digging in his chest. The words from these men made Flood want to crush them from existence, and for once, Flood's anger overtook his 'personality' lessons from Nanari and his sisters. "Hero? No..." Flood muttered, before grabbing one man by the neck, slamming his head against the wall of a building. "No... I am a destroyer, I bring nothing but suffering. And yet you simple-minded fools treat me like a king. I don't deserve praise, worship, or help... Until this world is saved, I am your enemy, don't forget that." As soon as they'd become happy, the group's expressions soon turned sour and afraid. They should be, Flood hadn't overreacted like this before to crowds of praisers, but seeing this kind of treatment he'd once received placed on the shoulders of someone so kind, made Flood angry. The others in the group tried to help their friend currently struggling for breath in Flood's grasp, but Flood kept them all in place, summoning light shadow swords to remain by their throats. Taking a deep breath, Flood began to relax his grip to let the confused man breath.
"You... you have all lost much, haven't you? The weight of loss weighing down your hearts, and making you forget anything beyond revenge? Well let me tell you. Living the life of loss is for the weak and unworthy... Only those who accept life for what it is, accept that death is simply one of many bricks that build up our lives, can truly live." Flood glanced to the floor, before giving the man in his hand one last squeeze at his throat before letting him go. "Those who govern the forces of life and death should be granted our deepest respects, for the destruction that would rip our world in two without them is far greater than the 'evil' they commit daily. I will forgive your sorrowful and drunken actions today, so leave now... but I make a promise, return with the same bitterness in your hearts, and I will have to remove them from you, permanently." Flood's threat ran true amongst the men, perhaps because they knew exactly the kind of person they were dealing with here. A few mutters of frustration were passed around, before their red souls began to calm down into softer colours, and they returned the busier roads of Minato.
Flood sighed, looking up to find Chester's soul in the air. He knew he shouldn't follow, but the resistance he'd once had for staying away was weaker now. Because Flood had gotten so close to the one he still, and forever loved, he couldn't not continue to break his biggest rule. And, Minato was still full of red blotches, smaller perhaps, but all no doubt with ill intentions for Chester. Flood summoned a small circle of light shadow at his feet, being lifted on the small piece of magic. He could create wings, but Flood didn't like the feeling of relying on such things again, he didn't feel right becoming even more and more like his old self. In the body that wasn't his. Flying on the floating disk, Flood kept an eye on Chester's soul in the sky, wondering if she'd notice him, or if Flood would be simply following all day.
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Post by Chester on Mar 1, 2015 22:44:26 GMT
Chester was quick to leave, heading over to a more secluded part of Minato, one Nanari showed her for the very reason she just avoided. But the feeling of being followed was still there, and Chester knew it was that hooded figure again. She was getting tired of it, Exitium's goon watching her, her friends keeping a close eye as to make sure she does nothing stupid, humans following because of the job she has, people wanting to rid of it. Chester was just tired of it, and this was the final straw, she would complain for once, finally show she wasn't one who needed looked over, not constantly. Finally landing on a roof top, she was in a part of town where most humans were too drunk to stay awake, or out doing god knows what. Balling her hands into fists, Chester turned with hatred in her eyes, "Listen here, I don't know who you are, but you have been watching me, and following me for the last fourteen or so years... I don't know why, nor do I care, but I am fucking tired of people thinking im some broken toy." Chester's last nerve had finally broken, and she felt a load off her chest because of it, but she knew it wouldn't last, and they would still do so, the others that is, but the hooded figure finally might not.
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 1, 2015 23:19:37 GMT
Flood was only hoping he could follow and make sure Chester didn't run into anymore trouble. Her spotting him was considered as well, but perhaps Flood's mind wasn't really contemplating her being angry. He stopped, hovering just over the rooftop before dissolving his light shadow disk. He let Chester have her say, soon getting to understand where she was coming from. It made Flood feel like a fool to think any different. After all, Chester now was almost identical to the Akvan of seventeen years ago. Wanting to be left alone, finding others pity nothing but salt on the wound. It would be hard to find words to support that which Flood himself could never properly cope with. Flood sighed, removing his hat. "Forgive me, I am Flood... o-or at least that's the name I go by." Flood replied. He knew he was in Eteru form, and was nothing more than a strange, blurry white sketch figure with large black eyes, but without his hat he still felt exposed.
"I don't think you're a broken toy... because you're not broken." Flood stated in return, oh so careful with words spoken to someone he'd seen and not spoken to for so long. "I think you are lonely... and perhaps you yourself still deny that. But I can tell, I can see it." Flood tapped his unusual 'eyes'. It was true, Flood could see all kinds of emotions buried deep in someone, with the help of Nanari, he'd become able to connect colours to emotion. Chester's soul, under the overwhelming green sludge of magic, was a palette of different emotions, many of them hidden away. Flood glanced around. "Those people following you, they are one group amongst many, many vengeful spirits looking for a person to blame for their hatred." Flood looked to Chester, "Your eyes look at me with a different kind of hatred, both frustration and confusion. So I apologise if all I've given you is anger and confusion... it wasn't my intention when following you. I followed you, because I wanted to help." Flood quickly lifted his hands. "Not help as in, help fix you, because I still don't see you as something broken. Nor do I mean to help defeat those currently cursing your name, since that isn't possible... yet anyway... I just mean, help you live with it, because I have some experience in a life like yours."
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Post by Chester on Mar 1, 2015 23:33:41 GMT
Chester stood an listened, remembering a time she was the one saying such things, to someone acting just as she was... And she knew, knew that he was hoping it would work, but it wouldn't not on her, because she's been on both sides of this, and she wouldn't let his words fool her, not considering he had fourteen odd years to do so. But the name Flood, the alias, stood out to her, a name she had heard about, a man helping those who needed it... She never expected him to be mist, but she had long since gotten over shock. "Lonely... Hmm. Maybe your right... But im use to it." Chester scoffed and looked to the ground shaking her head. If he has been following her for years, then maybe she owed him some sort of explanation, as to why she was 'needing help' but then again, he had years to offer it... "But help, you've been following me for years, I felt it. And yet you never spoke... Never did so, all those hateful words, all those attacks... Not once. So I, apologise, if I don't believe you." Chester wasn't sorry, hell, all she wanted to do was be left alone right now. "And experience?.. I've lived with this for seventeen years, I knew what I was getting into when I asked for these powers... I can cope perfectly well... I have my brothers and sisters support... Well those who don't support Exitium, and I have the memories and advice I use to give the previous owner, I doubt anything you say will be better experience..." |
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 2, 2015 18:37:16 GMT
It was an incredible task to try and formulate the right words, for many reasons. One, Flood was no better than Akvan at making nice with words. Two, Chester was different now, and so Flood needed to rethink everything that he'd once thought she stood for. Three, he hadn't spoken to her for seventeen years, and she was aware of his following. Chester and Flood's sisters, the latter of which would kill Flood for doing what he was doing. Fable and Fairy knew well about Flood's past, being his closest friends, they knew everything, like Nanari. And like Nanari, they had warned him many times of what a thin tightrope he was walking across, and talking to Chester like this was putting Flood one step closer to falling off. Flood swallowed hard, so glad it was nearly impossible to pick up on his expressions when in Eteru form, otherwise Chester would be able to pick up on it. He also still felt uncomfortable without his hat on, as pathetic as that sounded, but Flood knew it was easier to talk to someone when not hiding away under both Eteru and a hat. Flood tried smiling, "If you're used to loneliness, then please give me hints on how get used to it too, because as far as I can tell, it's impossible to get along with loneliness." It wasn't known to anyone else, and Flood made sure no one knew he felt lonely still. But it was a natural feeling for someone who was the last of their kind. The fact that there wasn't, and never would be, someone like Flood, made him feel partly special, but more so alone and misunderstood. He didn't even have a proper alias. Flood was a name he'd forgotten when forced into Shinda's body as Akvan and was only remembered by the Sun Goddess, he just used the name because it meant his old self could hopefully be forgotten.
The body of mist sighed, messing with the end of his hat. "You've every reason not to believe me... because I have been following you for a long time without trying to help before... or at least I didn't help when you could see me do it." Flood mumbled around with his words. He was never good at talking, and no amount of lessons from Nanari or the clan could change that. He didn't comment on Chester knowing what she'd gotten into with those powers. Because, Akvan of all people, knew that no amount of preparation could make one ready to face the life of Disease. "Well... I can't say we've been down the exact same path, but I do know what loss feels like, and what's it's like to be treated like some sort of monster... My entire existence is for the purpose of destroying this world." Flood held his hand out to view, before easily slipping it straight through his chest, "After all, I've never belonged anywhere, I don't even have a heart to compare to others with. When I first went around looking like this... I can't count the amount of times people tried to kill me. Now they treat me like some sort of hero, someone to shower with praise... but to be honest, hearing their adoration is just as bad as hearing their hatred. At least I deserved the hatred, they had no right to think of some monster like me as a hero when they treat some brave and caring soul like yours as a villain." Flood tried smiling once more, summoning a floating disk at his feet to sit on. He scratched his head awkwardly. "A-and because I don't really think v-very h-highly of myself... I tend to... keep away from others I'm trying to help... Hell, usually without my sisters around to make sense of my gibberish, I turn completely mute."
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Post by Chester on Mar 2, 2015 18:56:16 GMT
Chester didn't know why she stayed to listen... The conversation reminding her too much of a past she would rather forget, someone lost to her. And yet here she was, ready to answer back, ready to tell this man things she had told no one else. All because he did remind her of that past. "Getting use to loneliness isn't something I can explain... Its something you just get use to... Everywhere I go another tries to kill me, and im not the usual Demon, I was turned, became one straight from human seventeen years ago... I've always been alone because of it, an outcast... Loneliness just comes with being who, what I am." Not many knew why she was, many assumed it was just as a replacement for Akvan... In a way it was true, but they believed it was forced upon her, rather then her own choice. But it was true still, her loneliness, because no matter how much anyone, Gensho, Ru, Nanari, tried to make her feel loved, Chester just couldn't see it any longer. She was patient with him speaking, probably more so then she ever has been the past seventeen years, but she guessed it was so that she could work out something to say back, finally seeming to have someone else who understood, if even a little. "Humans are cruel fuckers, I thought that as human, I think that now... My advice, ignore the lot, were going to hell anyways..." Chester no longer cared, to her, humans were just creatures living just to die, waiting for that moment... There was no purpose, no reason for them to be here anymore, and she would rather stay out of affairs concerning them, or stay out of their way altogether. "Don't worry, I know how that feels... Well, there's no need to help me, not now, or ever... I don't need it. I've always been fine on my own, well when my brothers and sister aren't latching on like leeches..." |
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 2, 2015 19:29:51 GMT
Flood didn't know why he was even continuing this conversation. He was suppose to be avoid this woman, make sure Chester's life could be well served without his influence. But Flood really was an idiot, and the pain of watching Chester progress so far to be this lonely hurt almost as much as knowing he couldn't reappear in her life, at least not in the same way as before. Flood's eyes did come closer together when Chester said she was changed into a Demon straight from Human. Obviously that had to be the case, but Flood had never been told exactly how it was done. It also perhaps added to why Chester's soul was so different from others, more multicoloured. Flood put on a sympathetic smile, holding the crushing feeling of hearing Chester also treat herself as an outcast deep down. "A Human turned Demon, huh? You know, that should be impossible. The soul of a Human's is far too powerful to simply change into another being just like that. So I wouldn't consider you an outcast, more like a miracle... whoever gave you Demonic blood must have really believed in you, that you belonged with them more than with Humans." All Flood had wanted when he'd forced himself to keep away from Chester was for her to find a new place to belong, with Gensho as a brother, and find a new family and new love. He wanted her to belong somewhere, other than following a being meant for destruction like Akvan was, and Flood is. "Also, don't treat yourself too harshly..." Flood replied carefully, placing a hand hovering over his chest. "You aren't as different from others as you think. You all have a heart still, something to live for, even if you consider it insignificant."
Flood appreciated every moment that Chester decided to stay and listen, and if he had the ability to blush or get nervous, then Flood would be a wreck right now. "Humans also have hearts, it's just hard for them to prove it sometimes. Especially now of all times... But I don't think their cruelty will last forever. I have known, and now know some Humans that would give their lives just to help others find happiness, and if I can change the world, even by a little bit, I want to make it easier for people to act with that universal kindness all of the time."
Flood grinned a little, feeling a little more natural in his next speech. "Also, none of us are going to hell. When you all die, you get to go to a wonderful place. Somewhere warm, homely, filled with endless fields of orange flames that embrace rather than burn, and where everyone can finally relax." Flood stated.
"And I know what leech siblings are like, but we won't change them for the world, right?"
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Post by Chester on Mar 2, 2015 19:50:47 GMT
Chester was surprised at Flood's stubbornness to get her believing different, or getting her to consider things differently. Others had long since given up, preferring to spend their time trying, and failing to get her to smile. But despite this, Chester was set on what she believed, her years as a Demon not telling her any less. "Humans change and adapt, they always have... They're weak like I was, and as much as I love King Mo for granting my request for the sake of another, I cant help but believe I didn't deserve it." But she scoffed at the idea of being like the others... Having a heart, that was lost to her... "My heart? What heart? I gave it to another seventeen years ago, betrayed them in the worst of ways and tried to make it back up to them... Took their powers so they didn't have to carry that burden anymore... And they still died, and they took my heart with them... The reason why im still here, is because im not letting another poor fucker have these powers until they have to because of my death... Im not letting another carry this burden when I know he hated it..." This had been the most Chester had spoken about Akvan other then to Gensho, and even then they moved on from the topic finding it too difficult to talk about. Chester wouldn't deny that there was humans willing to do anything for this fucked up world, Nanari being one example of many... But she stood by what she said, they were cruel before now, and they will be cruel long after, it just might not be as noticeable. But Chester couldn't even begin to believe his next words. "If such a place existed, then I wouldn't be like this. Such a place is a figment of imagination, a tale to tell those who are naïve enough to believe it." She would have to admit thought, she wouldn't get rid of her family for anything, they were the last ones she had left, nor would she try to change them. "I only have a few left, when they die, so will I."
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 2, 2015 21:14:18 GMT
"How can you say that you sacrificed your life as a Human for another's sake, and still believe that you didn't deserve to have such a special gift? Someone who gives up so much to help even one person in this world is deserving of good things. I suppose that does make us a little different then- whilst you assume you don't deserve to be loved and have a good life, and yet should have just that... I know I don't deserve such things." The next bit Chester said made Flood's eyes water. He was so glad his Eteru form was mostly emotionless, because underneath, Flood was dying, he was lost in a sea of grief when hearing from Chester herself how she'd given up everything for Akvan when he died. The temptation to reveal himself was even more murderous, but Flood persisted to openly lie to her. To think, if Akvan had the courage, he could have tried to fight Shinda back, trust more in King Mo to lock Shinda away for good, and then return happily to Chester and Gensho. But know, he'd given in to believing his life was useless, and begged so much for the sweet release of death that he'd taken his own life selfishly. Swallowing hard, Flood made sure he didn't sound anymore hurt when replying. "And.... a-and after saying all of that... how can anyone think you deserve to feel lonely?"
"There are people out there who still love you, who would turn over this world a thousand times if it meant seeing you smile again. Don't deny them that one joy. I know, I've had so many kind people in my past that put every ounce of their lives into trying to make my happy, to make me think life was worth winning. But I threw away the chance to live happily with them, and I destroyed any chance of belonging... because that is what I am, I am a destroyer. You, Chester, are not a monster like me. You don't have to live a lonely life. You have more reason to live than to just carry someone's torch, you have the chance to find a place to belong in this world, with your family and cherished friends. All I can do is fix the mistakes I made, and live a monotone existence." Flood took a breath, tried to smile a bit. What he said probably hit hard, because he himself felt as if some of what he was suggesting to Chester, had already once been suggested to Akvan, who naively ignored it all.
Flood looked up to the sky. "Oh, it does exist... I've... been there." Flood replied quickly. The place of Flood's true birth was one thing he could talk about to Chester where he knew the words he spoke were complete truth. He loved that place, almost as much as he loved this messed up little world. "You live for each other, your brothers and sisters and you. And if what you've said so far goes to show anything... they'd go a long way just to see you smile, truly. After all, I'm sure you have a lovely smile."
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Post by Chester on Mar 2, 2015 21:58:17 GMT
Chester began to chuckle, how far from the truth he seemed to be, from her eyes anyways. "Another's sake... You know, after seventeen years of remembering that time, I've convinced myself that it was all out of selfishness. Now tell me... Is that a good thing that deserves such a gift?" She couldn't see good anymore, Chester no longer cared, all she had were memories, and with Exitium's ruling, even those memories remained useless and forgotten. But her anger boiled at every word that escaped Flood, he had no idea what she has done, what's she's been through, and he believes that she deserved happiness and kindness, that she wasn't a monster? Who did he think he was? "HOW DARE YOU ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME... YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IVE DONE. My family have each other if I suddenly decide to go, to leave this pitiful world that's so blind to truths. AND MY LIFE IS JUST TO CARRY SOMEONE ELSES BURDEN, THAT IS MY PUNISHMENT, THAT IS MY REDEMPTION FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE, HOW IM FIXING MY MISTAKES. ONES I OPENLY MADE, KNOWING MY CHOICES. If im to live in this world, find a place to belong, I need my heart back... And that it not something that can be returned... BECAUSE HE, AKVAN IS DEAD... Its his now, and when he left, he took all of me with him... My family tells me to move on, to let the past go and create a future, the same thing as your telling me now... And yet, I cant, not without him, and that's my fault for the mistakes I made... I've lived a monotone existence since the day he left this world." Chester could feel her bottled up tears rushing down he face, and all she wanted to do was run, far, far away. But she stayed, why, she did not know. "Congratulations, you've seen the making of a purposeless existence beyond the one were living. And I know they would, but even they know im too far gone to be saved by anyone... They respect that, they try and change it... But they done go on."
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 2, 2015 22:48:09 GMT
Flood was beyond thinking of words to reply with. Hell, he'd not been good at the offering advice thing from the start, but seeing as it was Chester he was trying to help, Flood had attempted to make things at least somewhat less bleak. All he'd done was make thing worse, as he could see the anger in Chester's very soul, anger at him. It was a colour Flood hadn't seen directed at him in a while, and whilst he preferred peoples hate-filled souls directed at him, he never wished for Chester to feel that way. Every word was a dagger in Flood's empty chest. Never had Akvan ever thought he'd hear Chester say that she'd made mistakes, that she was happy to die and leave everyone to pick up the pieces. And that her heart was missing, lost with Akvan's death. Flood felt like he was melting in the multitude of tears, ever increasing as he knew Chester could see them, because Flood hid his face like a coward. Every part left of Akvan inside this cold, messed up body was desperate to come out right now. To go up to Chester, feel the warmth of a hug once more, to tell her that he was still alive, and that he loved her more than anything. He would beg Chester not to give up, not to lost her soul, her heart. Flood didn't know if he could save the world when the one perfect thing he'd found in it was missing. Flood shuddered, and his soft whimper was probably enough of an indication that he was distraught, instead of his invisible tears. "You know I'm made for one purpose, one I never got to choose?" Flood glanced to his hand, finding it begin to turn even less stable and more and more like mist as he became so emotionally unstable. "I was born to destroy this world because it is supposed to be broken... But I don't want to... I love this world, and I don't want anyone else to die... not again."
Flood's hands shook until they disappeared into the air. "I want to help... do something good, and fix this world. I want to make it perfect, for the people like you. It's not fair for someone who's had nothing but sadness in their life to continue to have that... I want to fix the mistakes for you, and for everyone in this world, I want to... to..."
Flood had to stop. He could sense where he was going, and it had been a good few years before Flood had fallen into madness again, although he'd never felt this emotional, he refused to turn into a complete blubbering mess. Shaking his head, the Sun child leaned back on the chimney of the roof they were on. "I want to... no... I have to help. Because if I don't, I will be forced to destroy it all. But I don't know how anymore... how can I fix something that continues to crumble around me?"
Calming down, or at least enough to no longer feel himself dissipating into the air against his own will, Flood finally looked up. "And I know this place of 'purposeless existence' because I was born there. I'm not even from this world, I know nothing about it... I... I'm sorry... for everything I said, for- just everything. For reasons I can't explain, the cruel world you live in right now is all my fault."
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Post by Chester on Mar 2, 2015 23:07:19 GMT
This world, Chester discovered, was far too gone to be fixed... Not all wanted peace and happiness. So whatever Flood was trying to do was a lost cause from the very beginning, and if he was to destroy this world if he couldn't fix it. Then he might as well do so now, because Chester would bet everything that long lasting peace is impossible to obtain. "This world will not be saved by the will of one man... Nor a thousand, you may do what you need to obtain an illusion of peace for a year. But this world is far too gone to be saved. I use to believe it could, but even I have seen the harsh truth, so you should stray from this path now. We all die, now or later... Either way we leave, one way or another. Its not stoppable, and by saving one, you just give them a chance for a longer monotone life that holds no meaning. Perfection is only in the mind... What one finds perfect, another may not. Like I said, your dream is a lost cause, and you should give up before it consumes you." Its how Chester lived nowadays. She embraced it, happily under Exitium's rule, happily staying alone, shutting people out so that she didn't feel the pain she once did. The thought of Flood not being from this world didn't even surprise Chester, he didn't act like a regular person, and she hoped he gave up to live in his own world, before he was too far dragged into the affairs of a world long since un saveable. "I wasn't always like this, I use to love this world. But im the one who fucked things up... Seventeen years ago was when everything went to dust, and I had so many possibilities to stop it... Telling someone, telling him, helping Onrah sooner, not getting captured or fighting back... And here we are. You cannot blame yourself for the burdens of this world... And remember that, because its the nicest thing you will ever get from me from now on."
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Post by Flood/Akvan on Mar 3, 2015 21:53:54 GMT
Chester's words gave Flood enough time to calm himself down. He'd never forget this meeting, and not for good reasons. But Flood needed to remind himself of his mistakes in life, why he should remain hated rather than loved. After all, it was his fault Chester was like this, to a point Flood could never fix. Perhaps this world too, Flood had left too late to be able to fix now, but in both cases, Flood wouldn't give up. He pushed himself off of the chimney, taking a deep breath. He'd have to drop the desire to help for now, though Flood would still try to help Chester in part. He needed to get some things off of his chest that didn't needed Flood to reveal himself. "If this world can be destroyed by one man, then it can be saved by one." He stated, getting his voice back better. He hated to continue to combat Chester's opinions on things, but Flood had reasons why he couldn't believe the negative idea. "I'm sorry Chester, I know where you come from, and whilst I don't believe the events of seventeen years ago are completely your fault, if you desire to hold that blame, then I cannot force it from your shoulders. But I shall ask you this... if you regret not being able to stop the world, and your friends, from falling into suffering then, then why should you not try to help the corroding world now? I don't expect anything from you, ignore me if that is your wish, but please don't live this life in complete regret."
Flood finally got to place his hat back on his head, looking around them, before back to Chester. "And this world is far from gone. It is, and has always been, in a state of fluctuation. We cannot assure that the future will be bright or bleak, perhaps tomorrow will be a new day, but then it might just be as gloomy as today was. It is unstable, a mere change in life made by one person's attitude, can change the entire course of this world. One push can change everything. So perhaps the world can never be saved, but why should that mean we should never try giving it that push in the right direction? Who knows, maybe one day I will fail, and my purpose will be forced upon me once again, and this world will be destroyed. But with every fibre of my minuscule existence, I will try and ensure that never happens. Blame is set upon those who no longer try and fix their mistakes, my mistakes carve too deep for even me to have any hope of fixing them, and yet I shall still try to fix this world in spite of that... because in the end, no one can blame you for trying."
Sighing, Flood checked the movement of the sky. "And I'm not the only one trying, there is a Clan I have placed my trust in. Whilst I still don't understand why they choose to trust someone like me, I am glad that they do, and I will do anything to give them the hope of changing this world as well. And our chance to start fixing the world starts soon. Exitium must be defeated, Demon King or not, he holds a power that is not for his hands, and with it he could carry out my original purpose quite easily." He glanced to Chester, trying a friendly smile, "You don't have to accept it or anything, but I know Demons like you and your brother are the kind of people Exitium is targeting right now. If you ever need a place to stay were I can promise you no hassle from anyone, then come by the Mun Clan. You don't have to join, it's just an offer for a good place to hang." Flood had once considered asking the God of Night and Goddess of Disease to join the Clan, but sisters of his explained to Flood why that might not be best. But all things aside, the danger for Chester and Gensho right now was pretty apparent, since Exitium was more desperate than ever to gain more power from making Demon 'allies'. Flood almost chuckled as he remembered something, "And... I'm also on, uhh... entertainment duties tonight, if that's any interest to you." Dinner and entertainment was always on Flood on Friday nights. Zuura made that even more apparent by calling it Flood Friday. The Sun child didn't hate the duty, in fact he was looking forward to it, hopefully something to stir away some of these brought up bad emotions.
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