The spear of Ornstein ripped through his chest but he didn't notice, lost in the depths of his own soul he pushed the door open without hesitation.
'I refuse to fear myself.'
The thousands of bloodied eyes on the door judged but I still kept pushing against it. I refuse to pretend to be sothing I'm not anymore.
The sheer pressure emitting from the door felt like it threatened my very existence yet I pushed on.
'It is still . If I buckle from the pressure emitated from sothing within then how can I call myself John Moore?'
This power doesn't control . I may not be able to control it, yes. But I sure as hell won't let it control .
I am not the "chosen undead".
I am not a beast who revels in cruelty.
I am not an inferno aiming to burn the world down.
I am simply John Moore. And there isn't a chance in hell I will let so goofy ass door say otherwise.
Withstanding the endless pressure I pushed the door fully open as sothing overwheld . As if trying to overwrite my very self, turn into a re beast that only acts for its want.
Sinking...
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Thousands of blacked-out arms reached out from the sea of black-like chains and wrapped around every part of my body. Trying to turn into a slave to my own desires. Forcing to fall and lose myself inside my own humanity, turning into a re beast and nothing else.
Like Manus.
Suffocating.
I can't move.
I can't speak.
(This isn't that bad is it? Let's just give up. Release ourselves from the suffering. Please. I don't want to wake up just feel pain once again.)
It's fine, isn't it? Just let myself be freed from this. No more burdens. No more challenges.
We don't have to suffer anymore.
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''Mr. Undead, please do not lose yourself. You are strong, much stronger than or my sister. I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I'm not talking about the Blight. I can feel you are struggling, but I know you are strong mister undead!''
Like hell am I going down like this!!!
No more suffering!? I was born from suffering! There are goddam people waiting for and I'll be damd before I let myself beco the reason I can't see them again!
I won't let anyone hold down! Not even myself!
I pushed against the chainlike hands with all of my power. The abyssal hands were far too strong.
'I am the one who took down a giant fucking demon by myself. As a re hollow nonetheless!
I took down the Taurus demon!
I beat the Capra demon with my own bare hands!
I have slain the gaping dragon without help!
I have slain the immortal serpent!
All impossible feats! So re fucking hands and the abyss can't tell what I can and can't do! So what if it's impossible for to kill Ornstein and Smough!? I did it before, didn't I? I won't let myself be controlled like a puppet!'
The hands shook and broke as my struggle beco more frantic. How long have been struggling for? Seconds? Hours? Days? Months? Years? I didn't care, I was going to break these damn hands. They were and I won't let them control !
'I am not a tool to feed the flas! I am not a slave to my own desires!'
I have always tried to distance myself from my past and my future. Always trying to scurry away from my problems. Trying to push them down like a coward. Trying to distance myself from myself to not face what I had beco.
'I am John Moore!'
The hands yielded as they entered inside to fuel with strength.
< Your existence is changing >
The humanity and souls in the environnt around got attracted to like a magnet and fueled . I broke off the chains one by one.
< Error: Insufficient *********** . Solution substituting >
Everything inside was changing.
< Error: Insufficient. Sacrificing : [Sorcery (Catalyst lv.10) ] >
Nurous lines inside myself disappeared turning back into raw energy.
< Success >
Suddenly the overwhelming energy inside of coalesced into a singularity, bringing sothing within .
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