Truths of Destruction

by Viraaja

Lloyd finds himself brought back to life and thus caught in a whirlwind confusion. Love triangles, wars, assasains, and even gods all form the path this once lone winglie is forced to travel. Heed the signs ahead for there is no turning back.

3. Prologue

Prologue

-Rush- Blood...bath of darkness... -Flowing Pain- Rips through...a white light...rapture -Still- Nothing...timeless...death........ ~ * ~ He floated, an environment of emptiness, gravity with no effect, a vortex without motion, the center of a storm stretching on forever. Absent of light, darkness did not exist, he only was, and that was all. Any more, and his chance for revival would be extinguished, any less, and the mercy of Soa would never reach him. Silver hair glinted in the light-less rapture of the pain, continuously beating his unmoving body, crimson eyes reflecting nothing of emotion, the pain was overwhelming, binding away anything in him that could prove to help delude the torture. He reached out, this lost soul, nothing but a thin screen between him and paradise, nothing at all between his soul and nothing. The outstretched hand shivered in the temperature-less void, the fingers curling, trying to grab, to what, unknown. A voice...

*Child, still yourself...* a soothing, comforting tone

"Who's there?" barely a whisper masked by an intangible amount of hurt.

*Child, I am the creator, the Goddess of all that is...*

"Dear Soa, can it be?" the silver headed Winglie bent his stiff neck back searching desperately for the source of the voice, if he could only touch it, oh Gods if he could only touch it...

*The Gods and I don't know how you are to be judged, child...your life was filled with a suffering unlike others, a suffering that resulted in pain inflicted on others...* the voice wrapped around the floating figure easing the incredible pain that surged through every part of him. He shuddered, letting out a shaky sigh, relaxing into the soft, comforting grip of the creator, Soa. *You do not belong in Paradise, yet you do not deserve to be wiped from existence altogether…life on Endiness is the only conclusion we are able to come to, the only fate fit for you...an immortal life, never able to die, your soul never able to truly rest...*

He knew there was no protesting, that any attempts to argue against the decision of the Gods would be futile, so it happened, he allowed it to happen...

"Will it hurt?"

*It depends on you, if you allow it to, then yes, child, it will be painful beyond what you have experienced here.*

So the rapture faded, and knives took its place, stabbing until all he felt was taken from him, and his soul was thrown back into the world he had tried so hard to escape.