Standing within the expanding expanse of my soul, a tainted black and scarlet, I gazed at what seed to resemble the nervous system. Glistering with multicolored light, I stood spellbound within my core.
None of this had hurt as Zax had said it would, but when that explosion sounded within the North Gate, I was dragged into my soul's depths. I don't even know the state of my body. If I was not in control, would my baser instincts be? Or am I just laying in a puddle, drooling on myself? God, I hope that's not the case; that would be so humiliating.
Clearing my throat in my spiritual form, I gazed out at the storm of colors lighting up one after the other in such an intricate way I felt almost spellbound to watch, trying to grasp the complexity of my soul.
Was everyone's soul like mine, or did they see sothing else?
Trying not to waste ti, I floated forward, hoping I was heading deeper into my soul. It's kind of sad that I can't even tell where I was going in my soul. But I guess everyone needs a weakness. At least it's not a significant Achilles heel.
Traveling the seemingly infinite reaches of my soul, I occasionally touch upon the nerves or project my intent on them, forcing them to reveal so of the mories and feelings I held. The ti Sitri took Lilith, the ti I entered Midgard, the day Bael killed my parents only to be revived by Levi.
It was quite a wild trip to go down mory lane, seeing all I had to deal with—both the good and the bad. Finding all these mories seemingly not in order and sort of fragnted, yet connected sohow or another, I proceeded deeper in till the lights above slowly began to fade, little by little.
Zax had said I needed to find a glimr of Astral force or perish. But how does one do so when the soul itself is infinitely wide, as it is vast?
And as my Divine Sense cos from my soul, it doesn't work in my soul. Annoyed as I was growing angry, I could only float mindlessly through my mories. Years seed to skim by as I slowly began to notice sothing happening to my spiritual form.
It was losing its luster. I was dying, but there was nothing I could do but soar at the fastest pace possible through the infinite landscape of my soul.
I rushed past the almost endless fragnted mories of my many lifetis, so of which showed so of the worst things while others portrayed as a saint. At so point in my many lifetis, I was both a vilest of villains and the greatest of heroes, a sha I took the Villan Path. I always wondered what it would be like to be a hero. To be so self-centered, I kill more people than I save in the na of soone else's justice.
Was having empathy so great? Was it a necessity? Looking at all these mories, I saw my past selves who lived as heroes appear sad or tired. Was it so rewarding? If I had power, why should I help others? Why should I risk my life for randoms? Why should I sacrifice my life to make others feel good? It just doesn't make sense to . Was it so wrong to be selfish? If I were a hero, I'd be killing all my enemies.
Pondering the difference between right and wrong for the next few hundred thousand years, I found myself lost in the concept of morality. And whether it was relevant in modern tis or if such a concept was simply there to make others feel good about themselves.
Killing ti with such a brain teaser, I found myself gazing at a large storm crackling with scarlet and gold arcs releasing a soul-crushing pressure that weight heavily on my soul.
Staring at the storm that, in a way, was staring back at , a soft calling sensation whispered into my ear. But I could not move. Under this horrendous pressure holding in place, my thoughts slowed, and my spiritual body lost even more of its luster.
"BE MY DISCIPLE, AND I SHALL SAVE HIM!"A sinister voice, powerful and grand, regal and domineering, erupted in my mind like a faded mory, "BEND YOU'RE KNEE FORSAKEN! AND I WILL GRANT YOU POWER TO FELL THE NIGHT!"
My heart hamred like drums, and I felt myself shake with unease as the lazy eyes of a blurred figure seared their way into my mind. Unable to place the na or the face, I stood shaken for gods knows how long.
By the ti I ca to, I felt my mobility had returned, but the state of my soul had diminished into that of a few embers barely flickering with light, "Who! NO! no ti to think of that! I need to move!" Dashing into the storm that felt like the abyss and night, I dared not stop as I weaved through what seed like a maze. I continued with all I had before the light of my soul burned away; my eyes soon beca locked upon a crest.
My Crest! That blazed with a scarlet, black glow, and by its side, I saw… I saw myself standing there, with a smile, as he gazed at .
"That lucky bastard Zariel did it, didn't he." The other said, resting in the lotus position; he rose to his feet. "You have no idea how lucky you are."
"You're?" I started to say, unsure what type of beast was before . I was sure I got rid of any other entity living within . An Aegis had confird that when I granted him a body and a mission."
"The Forsaken are all born without Astral Force; that is why Zariel didn't have any nor my little sister." He said, tracing his gaze back to my Crest. " When Zariel gave so of his Astral Essense alongside the rest of The Order, all of us poured a part of our souls into the Astral Essense just in case. Sothing happened. Zero, that cautious bastard really does have so wild foresight. Although I don't think he planned for this."
"You're the old who died," I muttered, and he turned back to and nodded.
"Indeed." He calmly said, bitterness filling his golden eyes."We have much to discuss, but it would seem you have very little ti."
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