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AN: Once again I'm here at the start. Hope you don't mind. Of course you don't. Anyway enjoy the new chapter won't you? Don't worry by the way. I have something... special... planned for Christmas. Anyway see you loves~
You know sometimes people discover me. Some humans can see me even when I have myself invisible, I couldn't begin to explain why though. My nations couldn't see me, maybe sense my presence from time to time but never SEE me. Humans are still so odd. Even after the many years I had used to adjust to them. That aside they usually seek me out when they see me, wondering why no one else does. I won't deny it. I've destroyed each and every one of them. Well I didn't kill them but I could never talk to other planets about how I feel, they would use that weakness to attack and destroy me, but these humans… yes… I could speak with them without fear.
Their frail minds were always crushed by my horrors after time though… some lasted months others lasted years but eventually they all ended up seeking peace from my words and visions. Humans wouldn't understand with just words… not truly. So I showed them. Showed them my past. Showed them my dreams… I suppose I feel guilt for their deaths? Maybe. I don't really feel for them that much you know… There is so many humans and humans are so frail so aside from a love for their existence and culture I suppose I don't care for them that much.
I do love my humans. I truly do. But there is so many that about a dozen of them or so doesn't really affect me all that much. Oh well. It is nice to be able to unload on people from time to time... Sort of like what I'm doing now I suppose. Although you don't get the visions that normally accompany my words. I will admit I prefer face to face contact for this… It's more comforting somehow. Although considering what I just said you must be very pleased that you aren't seeing me in person aren't you? I highly doubt that my words alone would drive you to madness and suicide. Well… unless you have a wild imagination. Hm. Would you like to hear about these people?
Okay. Well I was in London a few years back and naturally I was standing in the downpour, it was England after all and he has such pitiful weather, I was just watching everyone pass me by and I enjoyed the feeling of the rain falling upon my body. My eyes had slipped shut but they were quick to open again when suddenly the feeling of the rain was gone. I turned to meet the eyes of Tobias Macawthorn who was holding an umbrella over me, his voice was soft and he was quite gentle and plain looking. It was soon after that I found myself in his apartment treated to a cup of tea to warm me up, afterwards I didn't leave.
The gentle Tobias let me stay for as long as I liked and I stayed for six months, I spoke to him in the morning before he left to go teach his classes and I talked to him once he got home. The gentle Tobias learned everything, about my nations, my past and most interesting to him… my dreams. My dreams held such fascination to him even though they often caused him much horror. I often looked into other dimensions as I slept, seeing different universes. Different versions of myself, of my nations. Living different lives in different worlds… Tobias had liked hearing about them, but he didn't like seeing them as much. I showed him anyway. In six months the gentle and logical Tobias had jumped from the top of the college he taught at, from the bell tower. He couldn't take watching the past or seeing possible futures anymore. He had tried to kill himself before that though, in his kitchen, but I stopped him. So he had tried somewhere else, away from me.
I don't really miss him. Besides I could just see him in history whenever I wish to. The humans live in a different section of history than my nations do but it's not so hard to get there. I don't think he'd take to my presence so well though. Well maybe not. During those last parts of his life he still was kind to me, in fact when I had offered to leave he refused. He had wanted to help me. I suppose he did in a way, so maybe I'm a little sorry for his death. He did make really good tea you know.
I'm not very moral if you can't tell. Living so long has long since removed most of my morals and if the blood that someone had spilled was visible on their hands I could safely say that it is most likely that the little rock I personify would end up at least six times its current size because of all that I have killed. I have destroyed entire galaxies. Killed off billions upon billions of what you would call alien races. I've killed a good amount of humans as well. You see I am anything but moral… well… at least that way.
Killing is not a problem to me. I could kill all day long. I couldn't care less how much anyone else kills but… I can't help the overwhelming anger I feel when worse is done. People controlling the lives of other, destroying them the mind out, abusing them. It fills me with enough rage to destroy well over a hundred more galaxies. I have suffered much the same way. No one should suffer that way. I feel so much rage. So much rage when I think of it. I couldn't do anything though. The sun wouldn't let me. When I try he appears and takes the chains around my neck and arms and pulls me back. The chains can't be touched by anyone who isn't a celestial body and even then they can only be touched until about thirty feet along their length. After that point they are ghostly. Mmm. I've gone off a tangent again. I do that a lot don't I? I don't mind doing all this talking. Quite therapeutic if I do say so myself. Hey. Have I told you about how some humans can see me? I have? Oh. Want to hear about them again?