Eight...hundred...thousand...days...I do not know how many years that comes out to. Eight hundred thousand days have passed since that insufferable child set me into that death loop with no hope of escape. Saying I would never know the truth of my death. Half way through, I learned to sit and let things come to me. Whatever happened, I accepted it. I could do nothing else. I could not fight. I could not flee. I was the Crimson King, and now I am the King of Nothing. My days would pass and I would count. Struggling to hold onto one little bit of sanity. I counted the days. Eight hundred thousand from the day that I learned to sit.
Eventually, someone approached me. It was curious. A child, like many others, had come to me, but didn't act as a visage of my death. The child sat in front of me, tilted it's head, and muttered the incomprehensible to me.
"You have arrived at your truth. You have suffered enough. My master says I am to give you an option. But you won't like it, King Nothing" The child said, in it's sing song, sickening way. I tilted my head to it, my eyes unblinking.
"An...option?" Admittedly, it had piqued my interest. The child had a shock of gold hair and bisected eyes. It looked forward and didn't seem to move, clutching a teddy bear constantly shifting, that looked like the universe. It looked in turmoil.
"Yes, Diavolo. An option. Arriving at your truth, the truth of your sin, my Master has deemed that you may stay here, or you may leave. This world becomes harder to maintain, with the recent events. I am the last shred of Requiem. The last shard to exist. Overseer of this world. Something left behind as a...failsafe. My master did not think I would ever be activated" The child's voice seemed to grow distant.
"Then you are that which has let this continue for eight hundred thousand years...or more...knowing that my punishment was unjust compared to my crimes" I growled, my anger rising, my eyes flashing, my first intent to bring out King Crimson and crush this shard of Requiem. I calmed myself. Breathing in and out. I couldn't get out if this overseer, as it called itself, was destroyed.
"Yes. Truthfully. Your punishment was adjourned by a creature created out of hate and reaction, not of will and way. I have had thousands of years to reminisce and think. I regret that this has come to pass. Truthfully, when you leave, I will cease to be. Your revenge will be simply accepting my offer, and living your truth" The child looked sad.
"What is your option, Child? Do not leave me on a string as though I am no one"
"But you are nothing. The world has changed greatly. The universe has ended, thanks to a wayward soul. That which you step into, is something entirely different. I have found a way for you to return, but the world you return to is nothing that you will recall. The people, the places, the times are different. I will not lie, I will forever be truthful, that this is a world you will have no identity in. You will be free, but you will not be known. Is this not your dream?" I felt, at his words, the temptation of the offering.
To be truly anonymous? Free? to carry the lessons I have learned here into a new world that I could learn to rule. Too tempting to pass up. No Giorno. No Passione. A new life. I could live without dying.
"I accept"
"Then you will see the Wall Eyes, and you will live, do not forgot your truth, King Nothing" The Child trailed off, walking away. My vision blurred, my eyes felt like they were dying, the universe stretched. When I opened them again, there was rock above me. My new life. I clawed, pushed, pulled, and worked my way out. The first thing I saw was the towering walls with slits. Then the ocean.
Where the hell was I?
