Title: Elusive Truth
Author: Tristana aka Master's Slave
Fandom: Animamundi: Dark Alchemist, 'cuz I feel like spamming with my fics until some other dudes start to help and spread the love!
Disclaimer: Animamundi and its characters are NOT mine. I wish… So Dash would be happy with Georik and Mikhail would get LAID once and for all – on an altar… because I know someone who has some altar kink right now.
Summary: Basically, the last thoughts of Timothy – or Paracelsus, more like – when writing his letter to Georik. Yup, it's a spoiler of sort but… dude, you should get used to it. I'm a spoiling brat.
Sidenote: I just love Paracelsus – I feel so bad for him – and I just loved his ending with Bruno – though I cried an ocean (not a river, much much more!)… And he's dead handsome when at his 'normal' age.
Knowledge. Men kill for it. Men die for it. Men cannot die because of it. Some. Not all.
Envied, I most certainly was – and still am. No one ever tried to understand. No one could comprehend. This life is not mine anymore. Why would I still wander whilst all those I loved had passed away?
Men tried to obtain this knowledge – at all cost – and my heart bleeds for them. This ancient heart weeps still for those who lose themselves on the path I am bound to thread.
Some become puppets – used and abused by twisted aristocrats – enslaved by their first for an elusive truth.
Some become puppet masters – desperately seeking a demon that would ignore their wishes – blood of innocents staining their hands.
Life is not to be eternal – even the despicable necromancers know that. They choose death over life and are feared and hated for this – but are they so different from us, seekers of knowledge?
Is it how felt Pandora when she opened the accursed box? Did she feel it, the terrible sense of foreboding I constantly feel? Dreadful dreams and thirsts are set free – and I am afraid of them. Pandora was lucky, for her life ended before she could see the full scale of the horrors unleashed. And still, I roam the Earth, condemned to be the witness of the consequences of what I did.
Cause – I am the cause. Effects – knowledge is though to exists. Consequences – too many death to count.
My punishment – to see men wallow in thoughtless bestiality – humanity is forsaken, left to die on the altar of this elusive understanding. But how would they know, in the mist of their twisted desires, when knowledge is theirs or not?
Destroying lives to gain the very life I reject. Useless – can't they see?
I feel so old, my soul seems jagged, trapped in a boy's body. A body that is not mine.
But finally, I have the answer I sought all this time. I hold it in my inhumanly youthful hand. Fragile flask – the key to undo what I did – to un-weave the life you weaved for yourself.
Unnatural bodies shall fall to a husk – jaded, rotting hearts shall rest – boiling minds shall fall asleep in silence. Forever.
I know where to find you – I know you will accept my gift. You have no choice.
And yet, I still hope… I hope that my pupil would let everyone know…
Immortality is a curse. A curse can be broken. Immortality is an illusion.
I know that it's really short... but it was all I could think of when writing. I hope you enjoyed it though. See you later for another update - will be some Sammich in it, stay tuned!^^