A/N- I haven't quite figured out what's wrong with my Word program, but I transferred the file to Notepad which allowed me to upload the rest of this. The drawback to this is that I had to use and inferior program, but at least I was able to post this.
In this blissful ocean, I will be your storm.
…he who churns the torrents of your mind…
I will destroy the calmness of your spirit.
…reveal the cruelty of existence…
I will show you fear and make you hate.
…the greatest gift that I can give…
I will use you as a pawn for vengeance.
…the pawn of a pawn, how demeaning…
I will reveal the darkness that is hiding.
…will it take your soul as it took mine…
I will do all this for you,
…give you strength, the strength of anger…
Because I am you storm,
…who awakens fierceness in your soul…
And if I do not, you will be weak.
…and ache as I ached years ago…
For the Thief King, Hell was not fire and brimstone. Rather, it was an endless waste of sand that stretched on forever beneath a bright yet sunless sky. Like time it was constant and unchanging, an hour glass that would never empty. The spirit was not immune to this irony, however when he looked upon the endless dunes, he thought not of eons but of waves. It was a sea of broken childhoods and parched hope. It was a place where he could walk a mile and turn back to find his footsteps vanished. No. They weren't erased by wind. They simply went away, ripples in a silent pond. Yes, this was Touzouko's Hell, and no matter how long he trod upon this sandy ocean, there was never any storm.
In a game where souls are tokens, I will be your shield.
…he who protects and he who takes…
I will hold you up.
…clinging to the pureness of your heart…
I will guard your friends and fight your battles.
…but you are strong, I see that now…
I will vanquish those who stand against you.
…those who crush your fragile hopes…
I will awaken the courage that sleeps inside your soul.
…and you the kindness that's in mine…
I will do all this for you,
…both protector and protected…
Because I am your shield,
…or is that you…
And if I do not, I'll fall to darkness.
…without your light I am no king…
Sitting on his golden throne, the Pharaoh stared at the pillars that held erect his divine palace. They were so strong, so constant and powerful that he wondered how long they had stood there, holding up the roof to protect the building's heavenly occupants. They were so thin too, willowy and graceful. What if they weren't as strong as he perceived? What if every moment of their existence was plagued by fear and insecurity? No, that wasn't true. The pillars had strength, hidden strength, but strength none the less. In his last hours the Pharaoh had realized something. Those perceived to be weak were often the most powerful. They were the one's who held up others when they needed it, and without them the more obviously strong would become lost in the domain of their own abilities. No one was infallible.
In a world devoid of beauty, I will be your dream.
…the nightmare bleeds, tainting what is real…
I will take the freedom you so crave.
…the freedom that I gave you…
I will submerge all life in endless shadow.
…eradicating that which I could never be…
I will revel in our pain, the loneliness I love and long for.
…repeat the lie enough, it may become the truth…
I will beg to remain, though in truth I loath this sunlit wasteland.
…we fear what we can't understand, but in a way we love it also…
I will do all this for you,
…I do nothing for you, but if I am you, then what…
Because I am your dream,
…manifesting all you hate and all you envy…
And if I do not, you will forget.
…the dream can't live without the dreamer…
Darkness, pure, dead, unending darkness stretching for years and years into infinity. He hated it, oh how he despised this nightmarish abyss! But he loved it too because Love was not so far from Hate, or so the Dark Personality forced himself to believe. Love and Hate were equal, so if he was Hatred then he was also Love. He could both embrace and fear the Darkness. Likewise, the Light was something he could both loath and long for. Love and Hate were like Light and Darkness. In order for one to exist so must the other. If one destroyed the Light the Darkness would have nothing with which to compare and simply cease to be. Clean slate. No Heaven…but no Hell either. True equality, that was what the Dark Personality longed for above all else. An existence without reality, where Saints and Sinners were one and the same and where Dreams that never were could never be forgotten.
-TOT (Thank you all for the wonderful reviews.)