Knocking on Forbidden Doors
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She says "I can help you but what do you say?"
But it's not free baby...you'll have to pay.
-- Break me, Shake Me, Daniel Jones and Darren Hayes
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PART I -- The Last Day
Demando
Night time can never steal over Nemesis -- there is no daylight to speak of, so how can it be stolen? If there is no sun to block, what does it matter, anyway? Reminds me of that little adage; if a tree falls in a forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound? You could apply that to us -- if there is a sun, but none of us can see it, is it really there at all?
Setsuna
I have been told time and time again that there is something wrong with the timelines that exist within this place... this place they call the Nemesis. A rogue moon that is rarely seen because it hides itself in a shade of darkness that makes itself invisible to all but the ones who exist there. The lonely ones, the greatest pretenders.
It makes me angry to think that I should have to be the one to deal with them, but as Guardian of the Door of Time and Space, I have little choice. But then, when did I ever have a choice? Certainly, no-one asked me if I wanted to be this person that I have become. I was never given the opportunity to weigh up the pros and cons, I was never allowed a moment to think it over.
No, I was born into this world, and I am tired. This job that I do, it comes with certain... consequences. Like my life span. How long has it been now? I don't know, I lost count centuries ago. What does it matter, anyway? I have no-one to celebrate my birthdays with, even if I could remember how old this passing year has just made me.
I suppose the one bonus is that I don't have to worry about my appearance. After all, appearing my true age would terrify anybody who came here, and I'm not sure how well I would cope with that. Even though my normal appearance scares them just as well. It's a terrible thing, to be here alone, knowing that if I do get a visitor, I probably have to kill them anyway. I've been here far too long.
Maybe this restlessness is only temporary -- but with the life I live, temporary could mean anything from ten minutes to ten thousand years. And I don't know how long I can cope with this... I smile through my tears and this emotionless fa