There was no sound.
No echoes, no whispers, not even the distant hum of sothing existing.
The emptiness was not rely the absence of all things... it was more than that.
A void so absolute it did not allow even the concept of emptiness to remain.
There was no up, no down, no horizon stretching into infinity.
Only nothing. Non-Existence...
Yet... looking closer, a body lay within it.
A form battered and broken, pressed against the floor of a place that did not exist.. a place of Non-Existence....
And there he was.... Darkness Angel.
He was still alive.
His chest rose, barely, in breaths so shallow they barely disturbed the stillness. His form twitched once, faint, as if struggling against the weight of sothing greater than re agony.
And then.. Footsteps.
A sound that should not have existed here.
A slow, asured rhythm, casual in its approach, echoing without an echo.
The Wanderer Who Laughs.
He walked without hurry, his presence warping the emptiness itself, bending it, forcing it to acknowledge him.
And then he stared silently at darkness angel for a mont, before he sitting, lowering himself beside the broken form of Darkness Angel, he grinned.
Not because there was joy.
Not because there was amusent.
But because it was simply what he did.
A habit. A reflex. A thing that had beco part of him.
And then... he spoke.
"Emptiness is such a beautiful thing, don’t you think?"
His voice did not disturb the silence. It beca part of it.
His grin widened slightly as he tilted his head, gaze shifting, as if watching sothing only he could see.
"Emptiness has different anings, different rules, in every layer of existence. But there is only one emptiness that defines all others."
He paused as each passing mont, a beat of stillness, stretching between his words like sothing tangible.
And then...
"The emptiness of the heart."
His voice dipped lower, smooth, unhurried.
"The world can be full.. overflowing and yet, if the heart is empty, you will feel nothing."
His fingers twitched, almost thoughtful.
"Even if you have everything... power, authority, all things in absolute existence you will still feel it."
The grin did not fade.
"Isn’t that a little unfair?"
Darkness Angel did not respond.
Could not respond.
And that, sohow, seed to amuse him.
A chuckle escaped his throat, soft, edged with sothing wrong.
"I thought it was unfair too, at first," he continued, tilting his head. "But then I discovered sothing."
He lifted a hand, fingers flexing, curling slightly.. almost like reaching for sothing unseen.
"If I laughed more, I wouldn’t feel the emptiness."
His voice did not rise, did not shift. But sothing in it felt warped.
"Haha. Isn’t that wonderful?"
He exhaled softly, almost wistful.
"I never thought it was possible at first. But after trying it… I found out it was."
And then... He leaned in.
Slow. Deliberate. Calm
Lowering his form toward Darkness Angel, his voice slipping into sothing close to a whisper.
"And I learned…"
A breath.
"That the only way to feel that true happiness.."
His grin widened, stretching the edges of his expression into sothing that should not be.
"... is to pass through emptiness and agony."
A pause.
Sothing settled in the empty silence.
Sothing unspoken...
And then...
The Wanderer Who Laughs laughed.
Soft, at first. Almost gentle.
Then deeper. Warr. As if he had spoken so great truth.
As if it had all been so simple.
And then, finally..
His gaze lowered, deep yellow inhumane eyes gleaming with sothing indescribable.
"After realizing that, I set my goal," he murmured.
His hand lifted, fingers splayed open, gesturing as if presenting sothing grand.
"To help others feel what I felt."
The grin did not fade.
"So…"
His head tilted, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly.
"How do you feel?"
The silence stretched.
The emptiness did not answer.
And so...his smile widened... As Silence.
A silence deeper than absence, heavier than stillness.
It pressed upon the space like an unbroken weight, as if the very concept of sound had been erased.
And within that nothingness...
A breath.
Faint at first. Weak. Dragging itself into existence like sothing struggling against inevitability.
Darkness Angel lay upon the emptiness.
His form, battered, barely more than a shadow pressed against a world without definition. His wings, no more, ripped apart from his body and lifeless, barely twitched as though grasping at a sensation long lost. His crown, the dark ring upon his head, glowed with a dull, dying light.
And yet...
He did not speak.
The Wanderer Who Laughs sat beside him, waiting.
Watching..
The grin on his face unwavering, carved into his expression like a thing that had long since stopped being a choice.
And still, Darkness Angel remained silent.
Still.
Breathing.
Alive, but barely.
Seconds stretched into nothingness.
And then...
"Just..."
The word barely ford.
It did not carry through the emptiness.. it scraped against it.
A sound torn from sothing deeper than voice, forced into existence by sheer will.
His lips trembled, barely moving. His jaw clenched as if struggling against so unseen force.
And then he continued...
"...Kill ."
The words fell.
Soft. Quiet.
A plea, not of desperation, but of certainty.
The Wanderer Who Laughs blinked.
His grin faltered... for a mont. just for a mont...
A flicker of sothing unreadable passed through his gaze.
Then slowly, his lips curled again.
The smile returned, wide as ever, stretching with sothing deeper, sothing more intimate.
"Though this may be the end of your journey here in this fruit…"
He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head, voice a gentle mockery of concern.
"But do you think I’m dumb enough not to know?"
His grin widened.
"That you are from the Death Pathway?"
Darkness Angel did not react imdiately.
Then, slowly, his lips curled... just slightly.
A breath of a smile. A thing barely there.
"Even if you know..."
His voice was slow, intentional, as if each word was being pulled from the depths of exhaustion itself.
"Does that change anything?"
The Wanderer Who Laughs let out a soft chuckle.
"It does."
His voice carried a weight, an amusent layered over sothing else, sothing deeper.
"Because in your next life... "
He lifted a hand, fingers curling slightly, as though grasping at sothing unseen.
"I an, after dying here and coming back, you will tell sothing as I’m very curious..."
He tilted his head.
"I want to know…"
A pause.
The grin did not fade.
".... if you’ve been impacted by agony and emptiness."
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