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That's right, this is a little extra since I was an ass and didn't upload for a long time. For all you Persona fans, I'm pretty sure you can figure out where I'm going with this fic lore wise after this interlude.
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In a realm far from the reaches of the physical world, two figures stood before each other. One wore a stark white mask with a butterfly wing painted on; he stood relaxed, seemingly confident and without any worries. While he seemed to be a human, the same could not be said of the other presence. It was vaguely humanoid but had three pupil-less eyes and a pair of bat wings; on its head sat a crown of gold and various jewels. Its pincer-like hands and feet along with the metallic black sheen of its skin only served to further its inhumanness.
"Why did you have you servant bring those three? Are you breaking the same restrictions you've placed?"
"Not at all. We've agreed that the Witch must be defeated. If humanity is erased, we both lose and our wager is forfeit."
"Hmph… What makes you think they'll succeed when all your other plans have failed? Especially when they're currently so weak."
The man gave a small smile, "I have faith in them… The potential of humanity is infinite… In time, they will regain their power and make allies."
Even without a distinct face, the figure seemed to viciously smile, "Hehehe. If they have enough time… It doesn't matter in the end. Fate has decreed that I will triumph. Nothing anyone does can change this."
"Don't you recall that you've been defeated once before?" The man's face remained stoic while the figure sneered. "Accept it… You have no way of knowing whether you'll prevail."
"Can't you see? This world has reached the precipice. One last nudge and everything will come to an end." With those foreboding words, the figure slowly faded away.
As the inhuman figure disappeared in a swirl of chaos the man turned away to stare at the myriad of stars, human souls, that dotted the cosmos. The Collective Unconscious. What truly stood out was the immense doorway that protected humanity from its own destructive wishes.
He had learned that humans no longer had need of his guidance and was content with simply observing the world and granting the power of Persona to those in need. Those with the Wild Card had fulfilled their destinies without any influence, and he was loath to interfere with humanity.
Yet, he could not act as a bystander as his adversary continued to plot. Therefore, he had been compelled to send those two along with… another companion of theirs.
However, those three would not be without aid. The Wizard would continue his cycle of rebirth as long as their powers held, and there was one silver eyed warrior who would turn the tide.
He had done enough. If they failed, then Remnant would fall.
In a blink, the man seemed to transmogrify into a vortex of blue butterflies that flew off to parts unknown.