Welcome back, everyone! Now that I've finished Redux's Standard arc and updated Overdrive, it's time to reveal the backstories of more of our beloved Mythorrors! A quick reminder that the scenes with Vince at the end take place throughout the week before the Maiami Championship. With that said, let's begin!
Order, a state in which the laws and rules regulating cosmological balance are obeyed. In other words, peace. The advancement of life proceeds with no interference, all creation bows to Their will, both consciously and unconsciously, and balance is maintained.
Those who threaten order become Their enemy. But it isn't Them who execute them. Instead, the Hounds born from the angles of time- Their loyal hunters- are tasked with eliminating those fools.
There were multiple ways to disrupt order. The Hounds, to be precise, only worried about time travelers, foolish creatures who think they may obtain something by interfering with the continuum of time. The Hounds hated them, they won't stop their pursuit until their prey dies. None have escaped them, nor will.
That's how it was simply meant to be.
I watched the Hound release its new victim from its jaws, which fell to the ground with a neck full of holes. No blood gushed out, however, because the Hound drained all of his body fluids with their long, hollow tongue. His lifeless eyes stared at the time machine he had built in his office in order to save his wife who's died years ago in an accident.
The Hound stared at the man with disgust. Putting order in danger for something trivial like love...how irrational. They couldn't understand why the thought would even cross his mind. What if his actions create an Exception, the anomaly that's born when order is violated? Others would die, too, and we'd be back at square one.
Emotions were...complex, the Hound found out. Time travelers were always motivated by emotions, such as love, hate, sadness...but each time the Hound's fangs pierce their soft skin and their tongue soaks up their fluids, they can't help but think their actions were irrational.
And then, a second thought would arise: would the Hound think differently if they knew how love, hate, and sadness felt? Instead of disgust, would they pity their victims? Would they...let them flee to achieve their goals? The idea scared them.
Maybe it's better this way. That's how it was simply meant to be. Ignorance was bliss, after all.
You aren't a tool. I thought, desperately wanting to speak and reach out to them. Killing without feeling anything, without considering your own actions, makes you a tool. But you're alive. You have free will, don't you!?
The Hound's body started breaking apart, turning into smoke. They're about to leave the room through a corner, moving on to their next assignment, their next victim. The smoke completely obscured my vision, and when it dispersed, I found myself in a different room wrapped in the darkness of night.
The only source of light was coming from a party outside. A window was left open, so we could faintly hear the music and laughter coming from it. It was a warm night, set in summer, so it was the best moment to party out in the open at this late hour.
A ghost stared at a newborn child- the reason those people were celebrating- in silence, body unmoving. Not that humans could see or hear him, unless he wanted them to. The baby was peacefully sleeping in her infant bed, which made the ghost's dragonic tail gently swing from side to side.
A sleepyhead, hmm? Her father's side didn't have one for a long time now... the ghost thought, his mind already wondering what a beautiful woman she'll be once she grows up.
He knew everyone in this district. He's been living here for a few centuries now. He's seen many be born, grow up, give birth to children of their own, live, and lastly, die. He was practically a member of each family here, unbeknownst to them. Oh, how much he wished he could actually interact with them, though. Or, at least, to the kids...
The movement of the ghost's tail stopped and his hands balled into fists. He loved children. Maybe it was because his existence was tied to them, in a sense, but that's exactly where the problem rises: he was a bogeyman. Children would never play with him when they know he can hurt them; they're scared of him.
Adults use his name to discourage their children from misbehaving. If you don't listen to your parents, el Coco will come and take you to a place of no return. If you don't go to sleep, el Coco will come and eat you. If you don't do this, or that, el Coco will do this, or that...
The ghost sighed, shoulders slumped in indignation. He didn't mind that, to be honest. As long as the kids would grow up into good people, he didn't mind his name being used like that. It's just that...he really loved kids. He would give the world to play with them, to live with them, and not simply follow them around like a ghost.
When they become adults, the children forget about him or use his name in the same manner as their parents did to them. They didn't believe in him, so he couldn't approach them, either. The ghost felt cheated. His existence was tied to children, yet, he couldn't enjoy their company. But...maybe that's how it was simply meant to be. There's no use complaining about this, anyway.
Kids would love you. I thought, angry all I could do was simply watch him spread his dragonic wings and get ready to leave. You aren't a tool, either...! If they stop scaring children with your name, I'm sure you could play with them! You—
RIIIP
I came to with a start, staring wide-eyed at the blanket I've somehow managed to rip a little in anger while sleeping. The Hell—since when could I do this!? I groaned and let my head fall back on my pillow. This was the last thing I needed at the moment. How will I explain this to Shuzo and Yuzu...?