Post by Flood/Akvan on Feb 14, 2015 23:42:27 GMT
Name: Flood
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Boy
Race: Unknown.
Job: Overall purpose is unknown.
Rank: 10 Stars
Appearance: The form everyone sees Flood in is actually called his 'Eteru' form. This form makes Flood into a sort of mist, concentrated into the shape of a person. His eyes are nothing but black versions of this mist, and when he talks, it's as if part of his face is splitting apart into an abnormally large mouth. The clothes worn in this form somehow have the same consistency as his misty body. He wears dark blue jumpers, engulfed in a long purple cloak that shares it's colour to Flood's hat, which he almost never removes. A small golden sun is pinned to the meeting point of his cloak, and the strap around his hat.
His appearance, when not in 'Eteru' form, which happens once in a blue moon, looks like Shinda.
Personality: Flood is just as mysterious in personality as he is in appearance. He is almost mute, a silent character who only speaks when he insists adding his opinion into a matter. He is, however, very determined in everything he does. He is under the belief that he alone should carry the world on his back, and fix its problems. Although he doesn't mind receiving help, he makes sure those he cares for are in no danger when they fight, and if danger should arise, Flood will not hesitate to take over their battles, even if it means fighting a whole army with just himself. Flood can seem rather arrogant at times, but has a great meaning behind his idea of what his duty is.
Likes: The Sun, a good night sky, his 'sisters', Nanari, helping others, his friends from his old life, the Mun clan, Humans.
Dislikes: Having to keep his secret from others, evil, unnecessary killing, others getting hurt, his old name.
Weapons: As a gift from his mother, Flood was given supreme knowledge of magic, as well as an unlimited source of it when in 'Eteru' form.
Magic: Light Shadow magic: A magic unique to Flood, that has been long forgotten since ancient times. It's original purpose was to suppress Angels and Demons during their war, and thus the magic is extremely effective against Light and Dark magic. The magic itself embodies Flood when in 'Eteru' form, which is what gives him his peculiar misty look. Light Shadow can be seen as the median between Light and Dark, and can easily absorb either magic, converting into energy for Flood to use. Light Shadow is used by emitting strange white mist that has a black outline, and Flood can command it to form anything he desires. 'Eteru' is a type of Light Shadow magic:
'Eteru' form is a form Flood can only achieve when given a massive amount of energy. Because whilst in this form, Flood is immune to physical attacks and weaker magic attacks, and can create immense amounts of magic energy easily. Because he uses so much magic as fuel for the form, he also requires a lot of power to keep the form from dissipating. Thus, 'Eteru' can be seen as a blessing from the Sun Goddess, because she directly feeds energy into Flood for him to achieve 'Eteru'. If she didn't, or was unable to grant Flood the source of energy, then he alone wouldn't be able to go into 'Eteru' form without an impossible amount of power. Without his 'Eteru' form, Flood's power is significantly reduced, especially Light Shadow magic.
History: I shall be writing this as if it was a long post/story, and takes place after THIS THREAD from Akvan's perspective:
All of the pain Akvan had experience suddenly disappeared. As he'd fallen to the cold stone floor of the cave, he'd felt himself being ripped out of Shinda's body. After that, he'd blacked out, and assumed he'd died. But part of his conscious stayed, it felt light weight and muddled. But Akvan's mind still worked, but he couldn't feel anything. He was just a mind, no body to control or help him. It made the boy feel so exposed and weak, a useless spirit floating around in nothingness. Akvan could have shuddered, if he had anyway to express the emotions in his mind. Was this how it would be for the rest of eternity? Akvan remembered that he wasn't like a Demon or Angel, whose soul got to go to a wonderful place. He was... well, Akvan had no idea what he was. Or where he belonged, so perhaps hovering around this pitch black plane of non-existence was where he would live. There was no aspect of time anymore either, so Akvan remained in the void in limbo, left to only think back to memories of where he'd come from. He wondered what the world was like, right now. If he'd been in this void for a hundred years, did that mean everyone his mortal mind remembered was dead now? It didn't upset Akvan as much as it might have done before, since he'd killed himself knowing he'd never get to see anyone again. The spirit was comfortable to remain in his state of recollection, until he suddenly felt something. And Akvan did something he thought he'd never do, he opened his eyes.
As soon as his eyes opened, all feeling flooded back into him, the feeling of temperature, of body movement. The soften touch of air flowing into his lungs, the perspective of a body wrapping around his mind like a comfortable suit, all things he'd forgotten in his mental void, now returning to him like a miracle. After staring up at a plain white ceiling for a long moment, gathering his thoughts and bearings, Akvan tried moving his head. It felt pleasantly easy to move, no evil mind melding with his own, trying to resist movements. Akvan felt free, even with the simplest movements. He smiled to himself, though he had no idea where he was, or who he was, the feeling of freedom was enough. Akvan slowly lifted himself, feeling something soft below him. He was on a bed, in a simple white room. It felt strange and surreal, but Akvan just seemed to accept it for what it was for now.
"Oh! You're finally awake!" Came a bellowing voice. Akvan covered his ears from the initial shock of the unowned voice, before beginning to relax as it continued. "I thought it would take much longer, but you surprise me little one, even being away for so long, you are still so strong willed." That voice, even so loud, it sounded delicate and soft. Every word was soothing, motherly, and Akvan felt like he'd heard it before somewhere. Before he could find anything to reply with, the bed Akvan was sitting on, as well as the walls, suddenly turned into some sort of orange flame. Before Akvan knew it, the room melted around him, and he fell a short distance into a plain of pure orange. He panicked as he fell onto the orange flames, only to relax a bit as they felt soft to touch, and didn't burn his skin. Akvan held up a thread of the orange flames in his hand, watching in awe as it felt like silk, and moved like a fluffy mist. What was this strange place? It was like nothing Akvan had ever seen before, but brought a sense of belonging to the boy that he'd never remembered feeling before.
The booming voice came again, laughing softly. "What a funny face you have, Flood, don't you remember this place?" Akvan searched around for the origin of the voice, before giving up for a moment to reply. His own voice felt so fresh as well, as if Akvan hadn't spoken for years. "I... I don't think... b-but it's like I can... sort of remember... being here?" Akvan stuttered, not really sure on his own feelings or memories right now. The voice chuckled again, before one of the orange flames seemed to move, turn into a long arm of sorts, stroking gently down Akvan's cheek.
"Awwwhhh, my little boy, you've been through so much. This is where you were born, a great world of warmth and power, where there is no such thing as war or conflict or even any foul feelings. In the mortal world, they refer to it as the Sun." Akvan quickly got up, looking around the orange world. "T-the Sun? That... ball of light in the sky? I-I'm on the...Sun?" Akvan stopped spinning his head around, feeling an awful weight tugging around in his mind. It wasn't a pain that he'd experienced before, where another entity was trying to take over his mind, but one when his memories felt incomplete and pained. Akvan held his head with one hand, trying to calm the aching down.
Suddenly, he felt something stroking the top of his head, patting his hair down. "Shhh... don't think to much, Flood, I shall explain all to you." Akvan blinked a little, almost tempted to swat the pillar of orange flame away, but thought of something else. "Why... You keep... calling me, Flood... is that my name?" Akvan asked around.
"Oh yes, I forgot you go by a different name that the Demons gave you. I'm sorry, I'm just used to calling you Flood... it is the name you were born with, after all." Akvan frowned, unable to bring any of the information he was receiving together. And the voice seemed to understand that. "You've every right to be confused... you've been through a lot. So allow me to continue to explain. You were already told by the Demon King what you are, something the mortals call a Sun tear... and what I call my children."
Akvan felt some part of the hole in his mind seal up, looking around in surprise once more. "S-so... that means you're the-" "The Sun Goddess?" The voice interrupted softly, "yes, I am. This world you're on could be called my body, but in truth I have no need of a body. I am a spirit, that flows through everything. I created the Angels, and their world, and the Humans and their world of Sohul. But most importantly, I am the mother to the Sun tears, and they are my move beloved children... I tend to disagree with the whole, 'Goddess' idea, just as I disapprove of Demons adopting that name. A God is something all powerful and all loving, and yet even I show favouritism, no matter how I try."
Akvan shook his head, "No you're not! Y-you are the very essence of kindness, you treat everyone as equals, and love everyone like a mother to a child!" Akvan didn't even know where his words cam from, it just felt natural to refuse the Sun Goddess' statement, as if he'd done it before.
The Sun Goddess chuckled, "You always have been so sweetly naive, Flood. That's what made you my favourite. You always turned a blind eye to the wrongs, and saw me as nothing but good. But, my sweet little boy, even someone like me makes mistakes." Akvan was silent, until his mother spoke once more. "You still don't seem to remember, but I suppose it cannot be helped... Perhaps I should show you what I mean." In the blink of an eye, the black sky above Akvan changed, transforming into a screen that showed a moving picture of some sort of event. It bent from end to end of the sky, and took a little while for Akvan to focus on the image with his neck craning upwards to watch. It didn't take much to realize the Sun Goddess was creating the image, to help explain something. At first, it was a moving picture of a tiny speck of light. "The beginning of the world below us began with a spark of light, created by myself. In it, I created the beings known now as Angels, to populate and create a world from the void the world was currently in. For generations, the Angels slowly build up a world of Aura, making structures and civilizations, all governed by me. In return, the Angels became devoted to me, although I never asked for such a thing." As she explained, the image above moved and changed, flying through time events. "Then, something I didn't predict. The wasted product of magic used by the Angels went down onto the dry earth below their sky kingdom, and slowly spawned into a different creature. One I didn't plan on creating, but I still allowed to grow. These were the Demons, a very simple race that I never imagined would amount to anything but a feral life. Then, Demons were granted their own magic, one they forced out of the earth with their own hands. This magic was discovered by Shinda, a name I know is familiar to you. With this new power, Demons became something much stronger than before, and on their own, managed to strengthen themselves so much that their power was level with the Angels. This new threat created unruly chaos, and even my precious Angels fell into the hands of fear and hate. At this point, I already saw this world as a failed attempt, and was prepared to erase it and start again." Akvan looked around, slightly stunned by that statement. Was his mother saying she was perfectly tempted to kill every living thing, just to start again, like a failed project? Although, looking at the mess of war between Angels and Demons, Akvan could kind of see what was valid about her idea.
"Because I got reckless in what I allowed to spawn in the world, Demons came to life and started wars with Angels, who themselves showed imperfections. So I prepared to destroy the world and revert it back into it's void state before things got worse. From my very spirit, I created my children. You, Flood, and you brothers and sisters. I placed you over the surfaces of the world below, letting you incubate and grow so that you could one day emerge and destroy the failed world." Akvan blinked, unable to look up or listen to anymore. "What are you saying? You mean that... I was created to destroy everything? But why? I know this world has its wrongs, but it doesn't deserve to be destroyed, does it?" Akvan felt something hit him on the back of the head. It didn't hurt much, but certain shut him up.
"Don't interrupt your mother. Did I not say that I've made my mistakes in the past? I'm trying to explain to you why I'm not perfect... now then. I mistakenly placed you and your siblings around assuming you'd be left alone. But Angels and Demons, in their power hungry state, started killing you in your eggs and stealing your powers. All of your siblings were killed, all making the war so much worse than imaginable. By the time you were discovered, I knew I couldn't just let all of my children die to this pointless conflict. So I took direct control, something I didn't like doing, for I didn't like thinking of my creations as puppets. But I knew I had to change things, if the world refused to be erased, then I'd have to do something else. So, I decided to adopt the Demons, although I didn't create them, and take them into my care like the Angels were also. That way, everyone was equal. I created a ruler for each race, a being that would be able to shepherd their races against further conflict. For a time, I thought this would solve things. But that Shinda, nothing seemed to cure him for his taste for violence and destruction. Perhaps the idea I had once believe in was converted into his, either way, I knew he would reek only destruction if I let him continue. Shinda was, and is, the only life I've every taken willingly. You were kept safe, as I'd informed the King and Queen exactly what you were, and they agreed to protect you." Akvan remembered most of this part of the story, starting to relax a bit more at he watched.
"Of course, I still had fears for their world's future, with such opposites living together. So I created a third being, the Humans, to try and distract my powerful creations from causing any more war. From then on, I made sure not to add my influence into anything the three races did. The only occasion being certain 'miracles' I created to make sure I wasn't forgotten. It made me feel selfish, but by this point, I didn't know what to do. Magic began to flow into Humans as well, letting them adapt to the world quicker. There came a time when they'd absorbed so much magic from Angels and Demons, that they gained a new field of vision, one where they could see the spiritual beings easily. They continued to take in magic until all three races were equal, but in the process, as Angels and Demons adapted to the changing Human race to keep up with them, they lost an essential ability in their survival. They could no longer reproduce, a genetic fault that I couldn't correct. So once again, I tampered with the world, and made all dead Humans turn into Angels or Demons. This is the life you've been a part of, isn't that right, Flood?"
Akvan looked around at the moving picture, before nodding. "That's right. But I never thought the idea of forcing ones soul into something new was right, people should get to rest after death." The Sun Goddess patted Akvan on the head.
"You have such a good heart, if only I had thought like that at the time. But because of my tampering, the world faces the chaos of the future I've foreseen." His mother paused, only to change the image above Akvan to something different. Before him, was a scene of utter destruction, red fire and blood painted a world of rocky ruin. There was no life anywhere, other than a few people fighting on. Akvan swallowed hard, unable to fathom the chaos hanging above him. "What... what is this?"
"This is the future I've seen. The hatred of Humans towards Angels and Demons created enough evil energy to resurrect Shinda, the very embodiment of evil. King Mo used you as a process of stopping him, but even that did not work. I don't blame Mo for using you, although I did miss you very much my dear son, I felt your purpose was all but lost when I chose not to destroy the world. But, tragically, even that hasn't worked. The evil surrounding their world is a vortex none of us can escape or fix. Even your brave sacrifice shall be for nothing. For even if he is dead now, Shinda will return, evil cannot stop so long as there are hearts to emit it. In the future, he will strike again, and the world will bring itself the destruction I once decided against giving it. The King and Queen I once chose to help guide the world will perish, and the two taking their place shall fail to bring balance to the world."
Akvan almost felt himself tearing up. So this was the world he'd gone through the pain to try and save. No matter what, the lives of his friends would be lost, destroyed like their precious world. Sniffing, Akvan looked around desperately. "We can't just let that happen... there... there must be something we can do! With all of your power, surly you can put a stop to this!"
"Such a sweet way of thinking... you do make me proud, Flood. And I do plan on doing something. The very thing I once decided not to do. We shall destroy the world before it can fall to this cruel fate. That is why I need you, Flood, and that is why you are not dead right now... as I resurrected you so you can fulfil your original purpose." Akvan couldn't believe those words, why was it always him? Destroy the world? Akvan had felt like he'd done nothing but that for his whole life. And he was adamant to return to that purpose. But instead of breaking down and crying, like the boy did every time his mind was overflown with emotion, for once Akvan stood with a solemn expression. "You've... given up, haven't you? After trying and failing so many times on this world, you're ready to give up and try all over again?" There was silence, so Akvan continued. "But what if... what if I can prove to you that the world you've worked so hard on is worth another chance. That we can save it without simply erasing it from existence?" The Sun Goddess was silent for a very long time, until finally the image above Akvan dissolved, and the orange flames began to surround him.
"You really are a hero, aren't you? One of your Demon brothers has told me so... very well, my child. We shall try one last time." Akvan looked around, until the flames blocked his field of vision, and he suddenly went faint, as if he was back to being just a mind once more.
But once again, Akvan woke up. He was in a much larger room, and seemed to be inside some sort of glassy crystal. Akvan recognised the kind of crystal to that of which Mo had stabbed Shinda with. He couldn't move, until the crystal suddenly smashed into pieces, and Akvan fell to the ground. His movements were stiff, like he'd not moved for a long time. But eventually he struggled to his feet, looking around himself. There was a voice in his head, the Sun Goddess'. "I have returned you with a similar form you remember, as well as granted you my blessing in magic. It has also been a couple of years since Shinda's attack on the world, and your death... the world is a lot different now. But I will not let you take on this world alone again, my son, although whatever decisions done here are yours alone... so then, shall we try to save this world, Akvan?"
Akvan shook his head, feeling surges of energy build up inside of him. The room they were in was partially collapsed, and completely caved in. If the world out there was so different, then Akvan would have to change to be able to adapt to it. He sighed, taking his first steps in his own body. "No... I shouldn't hide who I am, now that I know what that is... please mother... Call me Flood."
Free Item: Mirror Magic: A very complicated and unstable magic, but one that has unlimited uses. When witnessing any other form of magic, Flood is able to analyse another's magic and copy it. However, even though the copy means Flood has the same magic as another, he is able to put his own magic energy into it, therefore his copy can be even stronger than the original. This magic only lasts for ten minutes, and Flood cannot copy the same magic in one day without serious mental feedback. (It would basically burn his mind.)
OOC Name: Jazzy
Played By: Flood from Destiny
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Boy
Race: Unknown.
Job: Overall purpose is unknown.
Rank: 10 Stars
Appearance: The form everyone sees Flood in is actually called his 'Eteru' form. This form makes Flood into a sort of mist, concentrated into the shape of a person. His eyes are nothing but black versions of this mist, and when he talks, it's as if part of his face is splitting apart into an abnormally large mouth. The clothes worn in this form somehow have the same consistency as his misty body. He wears dark blue jumpers, engulfed in a long purple cloak that shares it's colour to Flood's hat, which he almost never removes. A small golden sun is pinned to the meeting point of his cloak, and the strap around his hat.
His appearance, when not in 'Eteru' form, which happens once in a blue moon, looks like Shinda.
Personality: Flood is just as mysterious in personality as he is in appearance. He is almost mute, a silent character who only speaks when he insists adding his opinion into a matter. He is, however, very determined in everything he does. He is under the belief that he alone should carry the world on his back, and fix its problems. Although he doesn't mind receiving help, he makes sure those he cares for are in no danger when they fight, and if danger should arise, Flood will not hesitate to take over their battles, even if it means fighting a whole army with just himself. Flood can seem rather arrogant at times, but has a great meaning behind his idea of what his duty is.
Likes: The Sun, a good night sky, his 'sisters', Nanari, helping others, his friends from his old life, the Mun clan, Humans.
Dislikes: Having to keep his secret from others, evil, unnecessary killing, others getting hurt, his old name.
Weapons: As a gift from his mother, Flood was given supreme knowledge of magic, as well as an unlimited source of it when in 'Eteru' form.
Magic: Light Shadow magic: A magic unique to Flood, that has been long forgotten since ancient times. It's original purpose was to suppress Angels and Demons during their war, and thus the magic is extremely effective against Light and Dark magic. The magic itself embodies Flood when in 'Eteru' form, which is what gives him his peculiar misty look. Light Shadow can be seen as the median between Light and Dark, and can easily absorb either magic, converting into energy for Flood to use. Light Shadow is used by emitting strange white mist that has a black outline, and Flood can command it to form anything he desires. 'Eteru' is a type of Light Shadow magic:
'Eteru' form is a form Flood can only achieve when given a massive amount of energy. Because whilst in this form, Flood is immune to physical attacks and weaker magic attacks, and can create immense amounts of magic energy easily. Because he uses so much magic as fuel for the form, he also requires a lot of power to keep the form from dissipating. Thus, 'Eteru' can be seen as a blessing from the Sun Goddess, because she directly feeds energy into Flood for him to achieve 'Eteru'. If she didn't, or was unable to grant Flood the source of energy, then he alone wouldn't be able to go into 'Eteru' form without an impossible amount of power. Without his 'Eteru' form, Flood's power is significantly reduced, especially Light Shadow magic.
History: I shall be writing this as if it was a long post/story, and takes place after THIS THREAD from Akvan's perspective:
All of the pain Akvan had experience suddenly disappeared. As he'd fallen to the cold stone floor of the cave, he'd felt himself being ripped out of Shinda's body. After that, he'd blacked out, and assumed he'd died. But part of his conscious stayed, it felt light weight and muddled. But Akvan's mind still worked, but he couldn't feel anything. He was just a mind, no body to control or help him. It made the boy feel so exposed and weak, a useless spirit floating around in nothingness. Akvan could have shuddered, if he had anyway to express the emotions in his mind. Was this how it would be for the rest of eternity? Akvan remembered that he wasn't like a Demon or Angel, whose soul got to go to a wonderful place. He was... well, Akvan had no idea what he was. Or where he belonged, so perhaps hovering around this pitch black plane of non-existence was where he would live. There was no aspect of time anymore either, so Akvan remained in the void in limbo, left to only think back to memories of where he'd come from. He wondered what the world was like, right now. If he'd been in this void for a hundred years, did that mean everyone his mortal mind remembered was dead now? It didn't upset Akvan as much as it might have done before, since he'd killed himself knowing he'd never get to see anyone again. The spirit was comfortable to remain in his state of recollection, until he suddenly felt something. And Akvan did something he thought he'd never do, he opened his eyes.
As soon as his eyes opened, all feeling flooded back into him, the feeling of temperature, of body movement. The soften touch of air flowing into his lungs, the perspective of a body wrapping around his mind like a comfortable suit, all things he'd forgotten in his mental void, now returning to him like a miracle. After staring up at a plain white ceiling for a long moment, gathering his thoughts and bearings, Akvan tried moving his head. It felt pleasantly easy to move, no evil mind melding with his own, trying to resist movements. Akvan felt free, even with the simplest movements. He smiled to himself, though he had no idea where he was, or who he was, the feeling of freedom was enough. Akvan slowly lifted himself, feeling something soft below him. He was on a bed, in a simple white room. It felt strange and surreal, but Akvan just seemed to accept it for what it was for now.
"Oh! You're finally awake!" Came a bellowing voice. Akvan covered his ears from the initial shock of the unowned voice, before beginning to relax as it continued. "I thought it would take much longer, but you surprise me little one, even being away for so long, you are still so strong willed." That voice, even so loud, it sounded delicate and soft. Every word was soothing, motherly, and Akvan felt like he'd heard it before somewhere. Before he could find anything to reply with, the bed Akvan was sitting on, as well as the walls, suddenly turned into some sort of orange flame. Before Akvan knew it, the room melted around him, and he fell a short distance into a plain of pure orange. He panicked as he fell onto the orange flames, only to relax a bit as they felt soft to touch, and didn't burn his skin. Akvan held up a thread of the orange flames in his hand, watching in awe as it felt like silk, and moved like a fluffy mist. What was this strange place? It was like nothing Akvan had ever seen before, but brought a sense of belonging to the boy that he'd never remembered feeling before.
The booming voice came again, laughing softly. "What a funny face you have, Flood, don't you remember this place?" Akvan searched around for the origin of the voice, before giving up for a moment to reply. His own voice felt so fresh as well, as if Akvan hadn't spoken for years. "I... I don't think... b-but it's like I can... sort of remember... being here?" Akvan stuttered, not really sure on his own feelings or memories right now. The voice chuckled again, before one of the orange flames seemed to move, turn into a long arm of sorts, stroking gently down Akvan's cheek.
"Awwwhhh, my little boy, you've been through so much. This is where you were born, a great world of warmth and power, where there is no such thing as war or conflict or even any foul feelings. In the mortal world, they refer to it as the Sun." Akvan quickly got up, looking around the orange world. "T-the Sun? That... ball of light in the sky? I-I'm on the...Sun?" Akvan stopped spinning his head around, feeling an awful weight tugging around in his mind. It wasn't a pain that he'd experienced before, where another entity was trying to take over his mind, but one when his memories felt incomplete and pained. Akvan held his head with one hand, trying to calm the aching down.
Suddenly, he felt something stroking the top of his head, patting his hair down. "Shhh... don't think to much, Flood, I shall explain all to you." Akvan blinked a little, almost tempted to swat the pillar of orange flame away, but thought of something else. "Why... You keep... calling me, Flood... is that my name?" Akvan asked around.
"Oh yes, I forgot you go by a different name that the Demons gave you. I'm sorry, I'm just used to calling you Flood... it is the name you were born with, after all." Akvan frowned, unable to bring any of the information he was receiving together. And the voice seemed to understand that. "You've every right to be confused... you've been through a lot. So allow me to continue to explain. You were already told by the Demon King what you are, something the mortals call a Sun tear... and what I call my children."
Akvan felt some part of the hole in his mind seal up, looking around in surprise once more. "S-so... that means you're the-" "The Sun Goddess?" The voice interrupted softly, "yes, I am. This world you're on could be called my body, but in truth I have no need of a body. I am a spirit, that flows through everything. I created the Angels, and their world, and the Humans and their world of Sohul. But most importantly, I am the mother to the Sun tears, and they are my move beloved children... I tend to disagree with the whole, 'Goddess' idea, just as I disapprove of Demons adopting that name. A God is something all powerful and all loving, and yet even I show favouritism, no matter how I try."
Akvan shook his head, "No you're not! Y-you are the very essence of kindness, you treat everyone as equals, and love everyone like a mother to a child!" Akvan didn't even know where his words cam from, it just felt natural to refuse the Sun Goddess' statement, as if he'd done it before.
The Sun Goddess chuckled, "You always have been so sweetly naive, Flood. That's what made you my favourite. You always turned a blind eye to the wrongs, and saw me as nothing but good. But, my sweet little boy, even someone like me makes mistakes." Akvan was silent, until his mother spoke once more. "You still don't seem to remember, but I suppose it cannot be helped... Perhaps I should show you what I mean." In the blink of an eye, the black sky above Akvan changed, transforming into a screen that showed a moving picture of some sort of event. It bent from end to end of the sky, and took a little while for Akvan to focus on the image with his neck craning upwards to watch. It didn't take much to realize the Sun Goddess was creating the image, to help explain something. At first, it was a moving picture of a tiny speck of light. "The beginning of the world below us began with a spark of light, created by myself. In it, I created the beings known now as Angels, to populate and create a world from the void the world was currently in. For generations, the Angels slowly build up a world of Aura, making structures and civilizations, all governed by me. In return, the Angels became devoted to me, although I never asked for such a thing." As she explained, the image above moved and changed, flying through time events. "Then, something I didn't predict. The wasted product of magic used by the Angels went down onto the dry earth below their sky kingdom, and slowly spawned into a different creature. One I didn't plan on creating, but I still allowed to grow. These were the Demons, a very simple race that I never imagined would amount to anything but a feral life. Then, Demons were granted their own magic, one they forced out of the earth with their own hands. This magic was discovered by Shinda, a name I know is familiar to you. With this new power, Demons became something much stronger than before, and on their own, managed to strengthen themselves so much that their power was level with the Angels. This new threat created unruly chaos, and even my precious Angels fell into the hands of fear and hate. At this point, I already saw this world as a failed attempt, and was prepared to erase it and start again." Akvan looked around, slightly stunned by that statement. Was his mother saying she was perfectly tempted to kill every living thing, just to start again, like a failed project? Although, looking at the mess of war between Angels and Demons, Akvan could kind of see what was valid about her idea.
"Because I got reckless in what I allowed to spawn in the world, Demons came to life and started wars with Angels, who themselves showed imperfections. So I prepared to destroy the world and revert it back into it's void state before things got worse. From my very spirit, I created my children. You, Flood, and you brothers and sisters. I placed you over the surfaces of the world below, letting you incubate and grow so that you could one day emerge and destroy the failed world." Akvan blinked, unable to look up or listen to anymore. "What are you saying? You mean that... I was created to destroy everything? But why? I know this world has its wrongs, but it doesn't deserve to be destroyed, does it?" Akvan felt something hit him on the back of the head. It didn't hurt much, but certain shut him up.
"Don't interrupt your mother. Did I not say that I've made my mistakes in the past? I'm trying to explain to you why I'm not perfect... now then. I mistakenly placed you and your siblings around assuming you'd be left alone. But Angels and Demons, in their power hungry state, started killing you in your eggs and stealing your powers. All of your siblings were killed, all making the war so much worse than imaginable. By the time you were discovered, I knew I couldn't just let all of my children die to this pointless conflict. So I took direct control, something I didn't like doing, for I didn't like thinking of my creations as puppets. But I knew I had to change things, if the world refused to be erased, then I'd have to do something else. So, I decided to adopt the Demons, although I didn't create them, and take them into my care like the Angels were also. That way, everyone was equal. I created a ruler for each race, a being that would be able to shepherd their races against further conflict. For a time, I thought this would solve things. But that Shinda, nothing seemed to cure him for his taste for violence and destruction. Perhaps the idea I had once believe in was converted into his, either way, I knew he would reek only destruction if I let him continue. Shinda was, and is, the only life I've every taken willingly. You were kept safe, as I'd informed the King and Queen exactly what you were, and they agreed to protect you." Akvan remembered most of this part of the story, starting to relax a bit more at he watched.
"Of course, I still had fears for their world's future, with such opposites living together. So I created a third being, the Humans, to try and distract my powerful creations from causing any more war. From then on, I made sure not to add my influence into anything the three races did. The only occasion being certain 'miracles' I created to make sure I wasn't forgotten. It made me feel selfish, but by this point, I didn't know what to do. Magic began to flow into Humans as well, letting them adapt to the world quicker. There came a time when they'd absorbed so much magic from Angels and Demons, that they gained a new field of vision, one where they could see the spiritual beings easily. They continued to take in magic until all three races were equal, but in the process, as Angels and Demons adapted to the changing Human race to keep up with them, they lost an essential ability in their survival. They could no longer reproduce, a genetic fault that I couldn't correct. So once again, I tampered with the world, and made all dead Humans turn into Angels or Demons. This is the life you've been a part of, isn't that right, Flood?"
Akvan looked around at the moving picture, before nodding. "That's right. But I never thought the idea of forcing ones soul into something new was right, people should get to rest after death." The Sun Goddess patted Akvan on the head.
"You have such a good heart, if only I had thought like that at the time. But because of my tampering, the world faces the chaos of the future I've foreseen." His mother paused, only to change the image above Akvan to something different. Before him, was a scene of utter destruction, red fire and blood painted a world of rocky ruin. There was no life anywhere, other than a few people fighting on. Akvan swallowed hard, unable to fathom the chaos hanging above him. "What... what is this?"
"This is the future I've seen. The hatred of Humans towards Angels and Demons created enough evil energy to resurrect Shinda, the very embodiment of evil. King Mo used you as a process of stopping him, but even that did not work. I don't blame Mo for using you, although I did miss you very much my dear son, I felt your purpose was all but lost when I chose not to destroy the world. But, tragically, even that hasn't worked. The evil surrounding their world is a vortex none of us can escape or fix. Even your brave sacrifice shall be for nothing. For even if he is dead now, Shinda will return, evil cannot stop so long as there are hearts to emit it. In the future, he will strike again, and the world will bring itself the destruction I once decided against giving it. The King and Queen I once chose to help guide the world will perish, and the two taking their place shall fail to bring balance to the world."
Akvan almost felt himself tearing up. So this was the world he'd gone through the pain to try and save. No matter what, the lives of his friends would be lost, destroyed like their precious world. Sniffing, Akvan looked around desperately. "We can't just let that happen... there... there must be something we can do! With all of your power, surly you can put a stop to this!"
"Such a sweet way of thinking... you do make me proud, Flood. And I do plan on doing something. The very thing I once decided not to do. We shall destroy the world before it can fall to this cruel fate. That is why I need you, Flood, and that is why you are not dead right now... as I resurrected you so you can fulfil your original purpose." Akvan couldn't believe those words, why was it always him? Destroy the world? Akvan had felt like he'd done nothing but that for his whole life. And he was adamant to return to that purpose. But instead of breaking down and crying, like the boy did every time his mind was overflown with emotion, for once Akvan stood with a solemn expression. "You've... given up, haven't you? After trying and failing so many times on this world, you're ready to give up and try all over again?" There was silence, so Akvan continued. "But what if... what if I can prove to you that the world you've worked so hard on is worth another chance. That we can save it without simply erasing it from existence?" The Sun Goddess was silent for a very long time, until finally the image above Akvan dissolved, and the orange flames began to surround him.
"You really are a hero, aren't you? One of your Demon brothers has told me so... very well, my child. We shall try one last time." Akvan looked around, until the flames blocked his field of vision, and he suddenly went faint, as if he was back to being just a mind once more.
But once again, Akvan woke up. He was in a much larger room, and seemed to be inside some sort of glassy crystal. Akvan recognised the kind of crystal to that of which Mo had stabbed Shinda with. He couldn't move, until the crystal suddenly smashed into pieces, and Akvan fell to the ground. His movements were stiff, like he'd not moved for a long time. But eventually he struggled to his feet, looking around himself. There was a voice in his head, the Sun Goddess'. "I have returned you with a similar form you remember, as well as granted you my blessing in magic. It has also been a couple of years since Shinda's attack on the world, and your death... the world is a lot different now. But I will not let you take on this world alone again, my son, although whatever decisions done here are yours alone... so then, shall we try to save this world, Akvan?"
Akvan shook his head, feeling surges of energy build up inside of him. The room they were in was partially collapsed, and completely caved in. If the world out there was so different, then Akvan would have to change to be able to adapt to it. He sighed, taking his first steps in his own body. "No... I shouldn't hide who I am, now that I know what that is... please mother... Call me Flood."
Free Item: Mirror Magic: A very complicated and unstable magic, but one that has unlimited uses. When witnessing any other form of magic, Flood is able to analyse another's magic and copy it. However, even though the copy means Flood has the same magic as another, he is able to put his own magic energy into it, therefore his copy can be even stronger than the original. This magic only lasts for ten minutes, and Flood cannot copy the same magic in one day without serious mental feedback. (It would basically burn his mind.)
OOC Name: Jazzy
Played By: Flood from Destiny