Deep Blue:
After a while, you get to think, "Know what, existing in the place between existence and nonexistence is not all that bad." By this time do you truly realize that things have gone really downhill.
So as I said before I was sticking it out between the planes of existence and nonexistence. Trust me; it doesn't make any sense to me either. This is where anything and everything that truly cannot be killed or destroyed go after "dying" in the real world. Since I'm evil incarnate, it's very hard just to kill me.
But dying was still painful. Being where I am now, however, is completely boring. It's just like being trapped in your own mind, with one noticeable distinction. IT'S ALL WHITE! When you're trapped in your own mind it's totally black, all so spooky and evil. Most people, or at least all do-gooders, will break down, virtually crying within minutes. All the blackness just consumes everything. Except if you're evil, which you would love it here. And love is hate and hate is love and everything is evil, as the old saying goes.
Well, okay. I'll have to give credit and admit that one, semi-good human actually resisted and co-opted the darkness. I'll arbitrarily title him the Loved One. Or I could call him the shallow one, but there are a lot of humans that are shallow. I might talk about this later if I'm interested.
What changed my daily routine of being bored and having nothing to do and doing nothing was that is actually heard a scream. And not just a little, small girlie scream. This was a scream of true terror.
First, let's state the very obvious. That scream definitely did not come from this very boring dimension. Now we have that clear.
Now for the not so obvious. It's very difficult to do anything or change or break the total boringness of this existence. But judging by how clearly I heard that scream it must have come from somebody's mind rather than the actual reality. And judging how much pleasure I got from that scream, that person must be really terrified. In fact, only heroes or heroines get this scared. And really, the only way to terrify a heroine is to drown them in their repressed darkness. Trap them in their own insanity. So, I guess what happened after is pretty obvious.
So ever so carefully I sneaked back into the world of existence, back into the body of the Loved One, the only person I can "possess". It's not really possession, but I explain later too. But I was so careful sneaking in that I almost didn't catch critical conversations that were happening. But all I need was one sentence.
"We detected it as a poppy seed plant Chimera Animal, but we never knew it was a opium poppy seed plant Chimera Animal."
Nobody knows that technique!
Nobody knows that technique!
Nobody even have the skill or control to create or change a Chimera Animal and disguise it as something else. You can hide a Chimera Animal for a small sneak attack. You can mutate a normal animal or a human soul. But deception is almost impossible with Chimera Animals, the pinnacle of brute force. Attempting to do so should automatically destroy your own creation of a Chimera Animal on the spot. There are only four other beings that I even brainstormed this idea/concept to, why…
Wait a minute. I. Think.
Ah. My, you are clever; my daughters.
