AN: My first fic! Chapters can vary in length and update time can be inconsistent since I'm mostly doing this for fun. Sorry about that! Characters will be added as the story progresses.
Void.
Shifting, ever-changing void.
Improbable clouds swirl within the sky, circling the unseeable epicenter of this world.
To any other man, this sight would frighten them to their core but Cyrus Akagi had already discarded such useless emotions.
The blue-haired man stands on an island of russet dirt, one of the many paradoxical land forms that float within this strange abyss.
He and the island also happen to be upside down.
In fact, many of the islands in the distance and below him defy logic as well. Water flows up, the vegetation grows down, islands seem to crumble but remain intact.
It is simply the order of the Distortion World.
He takes a deep breath, inhaling the stale air all the while pondering his situation.
Cyrus Akagi is a man of ambition. Of course, it would do you well not to equate this ambition with passion for the one thing he channels this drive into is destroying such spirit.
Ever since he was a child, he always believed emotion and spirit was nothing but a barrier to overcome. After all, man's potential would be unparalleled if not for their own weak soul.
Hate, love, passion.
These emotions bring nothing but strife and agony. They all do. They incur war, death, and pain. The brief moments of fulfillment that they bring are nothing to the ever enduring reminder that they can bring the world to an end if a fool acts upon them.
Cynthia, the fool she is. Could she not see that the human heart she defends so ferociously is flawed? That it is imperfect and incomplete? Could she not see that the pity and compassion it creates chains us to it and holds us back from unlocking our true potential?
If she and that child would've let him enact his plan, it would've made everyone whole again. It would have made him whole again.
It would've been quick.
It wouldn't have hurt.
No one wouldn't have had to hurt ever again.
"Awfully deep thoughts you have there, space man."
Cyrus tries to hide his flinch as the echoing, harsh voice fills his head, pulling him away from his well of thoughts.
"Giratina." he greets the voice as a shadowy form rises behind him.