I am so sorry for forgetting to post this. It has been too long since I remembered it. Here it is now, the second chapter.

Legna Tsol didn't know how much time had passed since he broke free from his prison. Time was meaningless to everything but his hunger and pain. As each minute passed, he could feel his hunger increase, his pain clawing at the remains of his soul. But right now he felt nothing...why?

As his senses returned and the feeling in his burned body returned, he remembered that he had walked into a fire trap. As the flames devoured his flesh, he welcomed them like an angel of mercy. But death would not take him, he was too far corrupted for something as pure as that. After his old skin had melted away, consumed by the flames, what was left of his muscles slowly grew back. With his senses came the realization that he was a withered husk of his former self. What dried flesh bound his skeletal wings had all but burned off, leaving two small bones where they once hung onto his back. The flesh and hearts he had been carrying with him were all burnt now by the flames, but he consumed them, helping to speed up his recovery.

Flesh was resewn, muscles and nerves regained their function. The bones on his back split open as new ones emerged to rebuild his wings. But they remained as bone, unable to regain their former glory. And yet, even with all the damage his body went through, his face and right arm were nearly untouched. He still couldn't see and he could not speak a single word. He wailed into the darkness, cursing his own existence and what it had done to the world. A single tear would have been a blessing to this lost soul. But his eyes were nothing but empty sockets, forced upon him by the mask of bone he wore. A single word would have allowed him to hear something beyond the simple cries of pain. When he heard the gears inside his right arm choking with ash and melted fat, he began to remember just why he had it.

He had once been afraid to touch the Absolute God when she approached him, afraid of what he might do to her with his tainted self. And so the corruption took his hand so that he could never do so again. His fingers were bladed so that he would cause harm to any he touched. As if his corruption wasn't enough, he could never again bring comfort with this hand.

He got up and tore off what was left of the coat he had been wearing. He didn't need it for protection, as it was obvious death would not have him. He had wished that his 'death' would at least remove him from his suffering. Instead, it only allowed him to feel all the deaths of the boy who came before him. Countless times he died, in just as many ways. And every time he was revived and forced to come here by the Archangel. Legna Tsol knew he had to find the Archangel, for nothing else matter now. This world was abandoned so that its souls could finally find the peace they so needed. He didn't know how, but the boy was able to leave this world. He left his pain, his suffering, and his sins behind. He cast them all off and vanished from this decayed reality.

Legna Tsol found himself wishing he knew how it had been done, for he wanted to leave this world behind too. As the thought passed through his mind, he felt something dripping down his face. He scrapped it off his face with one of his blade-like fingers to sense that it was blood. There was a splash of blood on the ceiling, fresh enough to be dripping. He opened his mouth and let a drop fall in. He could barely taste it, but it was there in his throat.

Another hit his face, dripping down past his eye like a mock tear. He didn't bother to notice it, letting it burn and dissapear forever. For one without eyes, it was easy not to see the world for what it was. He didn't much care, but he still shared its pain regardless. Even as he settled himself down to sleep, giving his body time to heal, he could still hear the screams of its people.

Their screams, Legna Tsol knew them so well. They echoed in his mind, threatening to overtake his thoughts at any moment if he let them. But they also drove him on, on to find the bottom of the Neuro Tower. He wasn't sure as to what he would do once he got there. But he hoped that, whever he did, it would end his suffering.

A sudden scream came the darkness beyond, reminding him that there were others still trapped here. These meta-beings knew nothing more than their pain and fear. Their baroques were gone, and without them, their existence only caused them to suffer. How did these beings stay when so many others vanished? Legna Tsol turned thought aside and ran towards the sound. He forgot about his fatigue, for it was only another reminder that he still existed.

He found a creature with the appearance of a unicycle, known as Seventeen. It was racing after a Gliro, a four-armed meta-being who hopped about while trying to avoid Seventeen. While the two ran about, Legna Tsol saw a Liar, a meta-being with a human-like upper-half. She was using her bladed arms to keep the two at bay, screaming to be left alone. She blocked the only other passage way out, determined to keep it that way.

But they didn't care, the two were driven mad by their suffering. The Seventeen was cut in two by Legna Tsol's sword while he grabbed the Gliro by its bald head. It began to scream even louder as his fingers cutting deep into its skull.

Then he heard the haunting last words of the Seventeen, "What did I do to deserve this?" Those words struck a deep cord, causing him to color the ground with violet blood. He looked at his hand and what he had done to the Gliro.

"Not enough money...to make me happy..." A man looked at him, looked deep into the empty sockets that were Legna Tsol's eyes.

When he approached the Liar, she slashed at his face, only to scream as the tip of her bladed arm snapped off. The bone was too hard for her organic weapons to ever even hope to scratch. She was in such pain that she cried polluted tears until he wrapped his arms around her. He didn't want to fight, not when her eyes reminded him of what he had lost. He gazed into her face, hoping to see the memories of his own lost love. But all he found was a Liar in great pain as the stump that was once her blade dripped with blood.

She struggled at first, trying to fight him off, wanting nothing to do with him. She looked up into his face, showing the damage her fear had done to her mind through her black eyes. The Liar stopped fighting after she looking into his face and wailed. Not in pain, but in defeat. Somehow, she knew he was too powerful for her. She put her twisted face against his chest and just sobbed at the futility of it all. She didn't even flinch as his right hand cut deep into the hardened flesh of her back. His fingers sank deep into her body, severing her spine and cutting into her heart.

As his corruption began to peel off her form, he heard her speak with her last breath, "Don't touch my baby..." A mother, she had once been a mother before the Blaze, just like Churyu before her. But why would she talk about her child like it was...

He looked around the corner and discovered why when he found a dying Jerryrom. The meta-being's doll-like body was nowhere to be seen, while its large head was covered in deep cuts. The Liar had believed this to be her child, even though her arms were slowly killing it. He thrust his sword into it's forehead, ending its tortured existence for it.

"I hurt so much..." Legna Tsol watched as the boy's body faded away, devoured by his corruption like all the rest. It didn't matter who they were, his body would consume everyone he came across. But it tortured him by revealing just who they once were before the Blaze. To hear their words only reminded him of what he had already lost. He didn't want to continue, but there was nowhere he could go. Once he moved to another floor down, there was no way back up. There was nothing left for him above, so he would continue down.

Four feathers flew past him and out of the range of his senses. He slowly followed where they went to find the portal, dragging his mechanical hand against the wall as he went. He didn't care to look back and notice how the marks he left slowly burned away the reality behind him. His senses could not detect how his corruption destroyed what reality was left. It wasn't purification of the world, but oblivion removing everything.

Above ground, the sky was on fire. Nothing but balls of flame fell to earth like rain from hell, reducing everything they touched to ash. The few buildings that have stood many years against the elements were soon destroyed, leaving absolutely nothing behind. Even the air was destroyed, until there was nothing left of the sun's dying child. Now the sun was all alone, the last of her children having been ended. As it breathed its last, the planet finally faded. But it didn't end there.

The corruption reached out, clawing at the bodies of the sun's other children who failed to live. Each one was consumed, leaving no traces left of them. Then it reached out towards their mother, sapping her light. But without worlds to give life to, she soon faded into darkness. All that remained now were the layers below the Neuro Tower. But even those were dissapearing after Legna Tsol's passing.

He kept walking, his mind ever blank but always haunted by the voices of those who were changed in the Blaze. He knew his wounds were better now, his new skin complete. It had no meaning, for pain was nothing more than a reminder of what he had to live with. It was pathetic to think like this, but what was he to do?

As he walked, particles gathered to add another two bullets into the Angelic Rifle without his notice. He had no reason to carry it, but he carried it anyways, as if this was his penence for his sins. But in a world without a god and a diminishing reality, were they just empty thoughts? He did not know of the threat of oblivion, nor would he find out at this time.

He turned suddenly, his sword up and ready. But there was nobody there. Then why did he turn? Why did he feel like he had to defend himself? He charged into the darkness and found nothing but a heart. It was young, like that of a child. But because of his hunger, he sank his teeth into it and regained his stamina.

"I'm sorry..."

Who was there?

"I'm sorry I wasn't there..."

He hurled his sword into the darkness and heard it strike metal. He hit something! He charged in to find the sword imbedded in a metallic face. It was the Cursebringer Angel! It was a mechanical False Angel built to patrol these hallways. He remembered feeling its presence while in the Conciousness Orbs. He felt as if it had gained a conciousness of its own while down here. But it had long expired without the presence of the other False Angels.

Legna Tsol pulled the sword out and did what he could to get it functioning again, but it was futile. The most important parts had ground themselves to dust and there was no way to replace them. He was about to leave it when he thought he sensed something.

"Re..."

He looked back, not believing what he had just heard. How could this be? It was so badly deteriorated that it shouldn't function at all.

"Rem...remem...ber...remember...duty..." it beeped. "Legna Tsol...d...don't lo...se...lose...rif...rif...Angelic Rifle...fle...remember duty...duty... remember duty..." The Cursebringer Angel detatched one of its two faces and its side split open. Inside was an Idea Seraph at its heart, Cursebringer Angel's Idea Seraph. "You...you...must...bring it...bring...bring it...to...Archangel...angel...finish th...the w...w...w...world..."

What? Finish the world? What did it mean by that? Legna Tsol backed away and bumped into the wall. The Angelic Rifle slipped off his shoulder and hit the ground, but he was numb to any sound.

"Let me feel...let me feel...let me feel...pain...feel pain...let me feel pain..."

Legna Tsol picked up the rifle and saw that there were three bullets in the cylinder. He had no idea where they came from. The only ammo the Angelic Rifle was supposed to use was God's pain...

He aimed and fired one round without thinking about what he was doing. There was a sudden flash of light, pure light, that pierced Cursebringer Angel's body. But unlike many Meta-beings in the past, Cursebringer Angel didn't die on the spot.

"Pain...I feel...pain...remember duty...end...world...end...your...your...pain..." The Idea Seraph slipped out and rolled across the ground. Legna Tsol took it and gazed inside to see that the Cursebringer once formed a true self before time ground its body down. It was the only being to come into existence past the Blaze and slowly began to learn of itself. But because it was trapped under the Neuro Tower, its Idea Seraph never gained the luster that the Idea Seraph from the meta-beings possessed. It never had much reason to hide from reality, but instead allowed reality to seep into it.

He left it to its fate and moved on to find the next portal. As reality was quickly consumed behind him, the Cursebringer Angel did nothing but watch it all burn. It didn't even protect itself, not even as the flames began to eat away at it.

"I...I...I die now...I feel...I feel...pain...will...will I...I see god...now...will I be...be...be...saved...? Good bye...bye...Legna...Tsol...remember...er...duty...finish...the..."