Author's Note: This chapter's kinda dark, just so you know. And once again, thank you all for your reviews. You people give me the determination to continue this story.
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A dark void...
I am standing on a piece of rock that is floating in an endless expanse of black. Before me, a sort of throne has been carved into a small outcropping of rocks. "Where the hell am I," I ask myself silently as I look into the darkness around me. "In your mind, stupid. Where did you think we were, Atlas City?!" My eyes snap back to the ersatz throne. Upon it now rests the childlike Mazoku himself.
You know, this is the first time I've ever gotten to speak to Phibrizo directly. Usually, he just floods my mind with his own twisted ideas. But, here he sits, a bright smile upon his seemingly young face. He might as well not bother. I know he isn't as innocent as he portrays himself to be, not by any stretch of the imagination. His feet don't quite reach the ground. He is wearing the usual sky-blue jumpsuit thing.
"I'll bet," he begins, "that your next question will be, 'why are we here.' Well, although you've basically accepted me by now, you seem to have some lingering thoughts that I will simply leave you when I am done." He grins. "Sorry, it doesn't work like that."
He adjusts his position in the throne to make himself more comfortable, then continues. "The truth of the matter is that, well, those memories of your old life are false. You've never even been to this parallel universe that you keep claiming you are from. Okaasama created you specifically for the purpose of being a vessel for my rebirth. From there, it was a simple matter of giving you a few memories, so that your mind will fill in the gaps."
"I don't understand. Why did she not just resurrect you outright? Why go through me?" Phibrizo shrugs in response. "As Xellos once put it, she is a capricious mother. But, anyway, let's get back to what I was telling you." He smiled. "You are me, as far as either of us are concerned. The only reason that you are still you is because, quite simply, you are incomplete. She gave you emotions, a human heart. Gods only know why, since they will go to waste on you. But don't worry, we'll be back to our old self soon."
"Will I still have some part of me?" Phib shrugs. "More than likely, you'll just become some hapless ghost inside my mind, if I don't destroy you outright. But who knows, Mother might just let you go, let you start a new life, though I doubt it." He gives a kawaii smile, the kind that can make someone sick sometimes.. "Well, at least I'll never go hungry, what with all the yummy misery you'll be giving off. I just hope I don't get tired of it."
Then I grinned. "What makes you think I won't just kill myself and deny you your resurrection?" Phibby doesn't look the least bit rattled. "What makes you think you CAN? Furthermore, what makes you think I would LET YOU? You're not in full control of your body anymore, you know. I could easily stop any suicide attempts."
"Would that include, possibly, going back to Lina and letting her nuke us?" Phib nods. "You forget, I have all the powers, not you. You wouldn't even be able to get out of the temple without my permission, and since we share the same mind for the time being, lying sure as hell won't work, so don't even think about that."
"Well, I'm getting bored. Let's go back to my temple and...play." Gulp. Play? Considering who I'm talking to, "play" could mean any number of things. But, before I have a chance to object, we're back in the temple. I walk over to a clear spot on the floor, sit down, draw a circle, and Phibby, controlling my body at the moment, begins playing marbles with a few soul orbs. I manage to get one of the marbles out of the circle, but the one I flicked cracks open like an egg. Oops.
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Author's note: About the marbles thing, I kinda ran out of ideas on how to end this chapter. If anyone has any ideas on where this story should go from here, include them in your reviews. Who knows, I might use them and give you credit! But, as always, I'm not going to start the next chapter until I get some reviews, so please review.
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A dark void...
I am standing on a piece of rock that is floating in an endless expanse of black. Before me, a sort of throne has been carved into a small outcropping of rocks. "Where the hell am I," I ask myself silently as I look into the darkness around me. "In your mind, stupid. Where did you think we were, Atlas City?!" My eyes snap back to the ersatz throne. Upon it now rests the childlike Mazoku himself.
You know, this is the first time I've ever gotten to speak to Phibrizo directly. Usually, he just floods my mind with his own twisted ideas. But, here he sits, a bright smile upon his seemingly young face. He might as well not bother. I know he isn't as innocent as he portrays himself to be, not by any stretch of the imagination. His feet don't quite reach the ground. He is wearing the usual sky-blue jumpsuit thing.
"I'll bet," he begins, "that your next question will be, 'why are we here.' Well, although you've basically accepted me by now, you seem to have some lingering thoughts that I will simply leave you when I am done." He grins. "Sorry, it doesn't work like that."
He adjusts his position in the throne to make himself more comfortable, then continues. "The truth of the matter is that, well, those memories of your old life are false. You've never even been to this parallel universe that you keep claiming you are from. Okaasama created you specifically for the purpose of being a vessel for my rebirth. From there, it was a simple matter of giving you a few memories, so that your mind will fill in the gaps."
"I don't understand. Why did she not just resurrect you outright? Why go through me?" Phibrizo shrugs in response. "As Xellos once put it, she is a capricious mother. But, anyway, let's get back to what I was telling you." He smiled. "You are me, as far as either of us are concerned. The only reason that you are still you is because, quite simply, you are incomplete. She gave you emotions, a human heart. Gods only know why, since they will go to waste on you. But don't worry, we'll be back to our old self soon."
"Will I still have some part of me?" Phib shrugs. "More than likely, you'll just become some hapless ghost inside my mind, if I don't destroy you outright. But who knows, Mother might just let you go, let you start a new life, though I doubt it." He gives a kawaii smile, the kind that can make someone sick sometimes.. "Well, at least I'll never go hungry, what with all the yummy misery you'll be giving off. I just hope I don't get tired of it."
Then I grinned. "What makes you think I won't just kill myself and deny you your resurrection?" Phibby doesn't look the least bit rattled. "What makes you think you CAN? Furthermore, what makes you think I would LET YOU? You're not in full control of your body anymore, you know. I could easily stop any suicide attempts."
"Would that include, possibly, going back to Lina and letting her nuke us?" Phib nods. "You forget, I have all the powers, not you. You wouldn't even be able to get out of the temple without my permission, and since we share the same mind for the time being, lying sure as hell won't work, so don't even think about that."
"Well, I'm getting bored. Let's go back to my temple and...play." Gulp. Play? Considering who I'm talking to, "play" could mean any number of things. But, before I have a chance to object, we're back in the temple. I walk over to a clear spot on the floor, sit down, draw a circle, and Phibby, controlling my body at the moment, begins playing marbles with a few soul orbs. I manage to get one of the marbles out of the circle, but the one I flicked cracks open like an egg. Oops.
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Author's note: About the marbles thing, I kinda ran out of ideas on how to end this chapter. If anyone has any ideas on where this story should go from here, include them in your reviews. Who knows, I might use them and give you credit! But, as always, I'm not going to start the next chapter until I get some reviews, so please review.
