As Blizzard opened the briefcase, his confusion deepened as he saw the stack of ten photos laid out before him. Each photo depicted the figure of The Lunatic, clad in a hooded cloak of white and black, taunting and dancing in the Infinity Stronghold. It was a sight that puzzled Blizzard immensely. Why would the Alter Ego of Asukazen, be connected to this briefcase?
Feeling a mix of emotions, Blizzard lowered himself to the floor, his gaze fixated on the enigmatic photos. The disbelief and denial began to creep in as he grappled with the reality before him. He couldn't comprehend how this could be happening. He turned to Asukazen, seeking answers and reassurance.
Blizzard: Why... Why is The Lunatic in these photos? (Blizzard asked, his voice filled with confusion and a tinge of desperation.) This doesn't make sense. Asukazen, what's going on?
Asukazen remained silent, his eyes avoiding Blizzard's questioning gaze. The silence only fueled Blizzard's anxiety, intensifying his need for answers. He felt a growing sense of unease and an urgency to uncover the truth.
Blizzard's attention then shifted to the unopened letter, sitting in the briefcase. It beckoned to him, promising to reveal the answers he sought. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether he should open it. But the need to understand, to unravel the mystery surrounding The Alter Ego of Asukazen and the connection to this briefcase, overpowered his apprehension.
With trembling hands, Blizzard picked up the unopened letter, his heart pounding in his chest. As he held it, a mix of anticipation and fear coursed through his veins. The weight of the unknown pressed upon him, but his curiosity drove him forward.
As Blizzard glanced at the letter in his hand, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. The words seemed to blur on the page as his mind struggled to process the implications. Asukazen's presence beside him only deepened his confusion and denial. Blizzard's shock, denial, and confusion deepened. He couldn't believe the words he was reading, the accusations being made against him.
'Dear Members of Organization 14th,
I hope this letter finds you in a state of disarray and confusion, for that is precisely the effect I intended to create. As I write these words, Blizzard, the once esteemed Keyblade Wielder, has descended into madness. He now seeks to unleash chaos upon the world, erasing entire Locked Worlds from existence.
But that is not all. Blizzard, in his delusion, has awakened comatose Keyblade Wielders and twisted them into his personal army of destruction. His newfound power as a Keyblade Master fuels his insanity, and he has even managed to brainwash the promising Yen-Sid himself to serve his cause.
I know this news must come as a shock, but fear not, for I offer you a way out of this impending doom. I come to you with an alliance proposal, a chance to stand together against Blizzard and his army. Together, we can thwart his nefarious plans and restore balance to the worlds.
Now, let us address the peculiar photographs you found. Rest assured, those images were not meant to mock or taunt you. It was merely my way of breaching your fortress. You see, the Mindless Nobodies guarding your stronghold would not have allowed me entry, no matter how politely I asked.
In two weeks' time, Blizzard will arrive at your doorstep, ready to unleash his madness upon you. Time is of the essence, and you must decide whether to trust my words or face the consequences of disbelief. The fate of Organization 14th hangs in the balance, and I offer you my assistance in this dire hour.
Choose wisely, for the path you tread may lead to your ultimate demise. I eagerly await your response.
With love ;), The Lunatic.'
His voice trembled as he read the letter out loud to Asukazen, the disbelief evident in his tone.
Blizzard: Listen, Asukazen... This... this letter claims that I've gone mad. That I've awakened others comatose Keyblade Wielders, and twisted them into my army (He said, his voice filled with disbelief and confusion.) And it even mentions... That I have brainwashed Yen-Sid. How can this be? I would never do such things.
Asukazen remained silent, his face a mix of concern and contemplation. The weight of the accusations in the letter hung heavily in the air, casting a cloud of uncertainty over their minds.
Blizzard's voice trembled with emotion as he addressed Asukazen, his words laced with disbelief.
Blizzard: Why... Why does this letter mention your Alter Ego, Asukazen? How is this possible? Did you... Did you have a hand in all of this? (His voice cracked, and tears welled up in his eyes.)
Asukazen, however, remained silent, his eyes averted, as if weighed down by an unbearable burden. The silence from his usually talkative companion only fueled Blizzard's confusion and denial.
Blizzard: Why... Why won't you say anything? (Blizzard's voice quivered, his emotions running high.) Tell me it's not true. Tell me that you had nothing to do with the gaslighting, please, Asukazen, I can't believe it.
Asukazen took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation. His voice carried a tinge of remorse as he began to speak, trying to explain his past actions.
Asukazen: Blizzard, back then, I was lost in my own despair. At that time, I was lost in my own darkness and pain. I wanted someone else to understand what I had gone through, what it felt like to lose a loved one, to understand the depths of my suffering. I thought that by inflicting the loss of your beloved companion upon you, we would share a common bond, an understanding. But now, Thank to your wor-
Blizzard's eyes burned with anger and disbelief, his voice trembling with rage and interjected.
Blizzard: You... You thought causing me pain would make us closer? Understand you?! You manipulated the situation, gaslighted Organization 14th, into killing Yen-Sid! How could you do this?! It was your fault that Buddy, my dear companion, was lost!
Blizzard's words crackled with anger and disbelief. He had once started to seen Asukazen as someone with a good heart. But now, those beliefs shattered before him, replaced by the harsh reality of Asukazen's actions.
Summoning his two Keyblades, Blizzard charged forward with a fiery anger. The clash of their weapons filled the air as Asukazen summoned his own Keyblades to defend himself. Though Asukazen's intentions seemed rooted in guilt, Blizzard's rage and denial overshadowed any empathy he once had for his ally.
Asukazen skillfully parried Blizzard's relentless onslaught, his defensive maneuvers showcasing his agility and precision. But Blizzard's rage only intensified, his voice echoing with seething anger.
Blizzard: You manipulated me, Asukazen! You used me as a pawn in your twisted game. You and your Alter Ego. You are a monster!
Blizzard's words reverberated through the room, fueled by his burning rage and the overwhelming sense of betrayal. In his mind, he was alone, believing that all his friends had perished because of Asukazen's actions. The weight of his suffering and emotional damage pressed upon him, pushing him further into his blinding fury.
Asukazen, though defending himself with skill and precision, remained silent for a moment before finally speaking in a somber tone.
Asukazen: Blizzard, it was never my intention to cause you harm. It was the despair, the pain, and the sorrow that drove my actions. I, too, have lost everything, long before our paths crossed. I am not the sole perpetrator here, but a victim of solitude and desperation.
Blizzard's rage intensified, his voice filled with anguish.
Blizzard: You dare play the victim card? You may have suffered, but that doesn't excuse what you've done! You destroyed everything, everyone I cared about!
As Blizzard exerted his strength, attempting to force Asukazen to the ground, something shifted within Asukazen, he took a moment to gather himself, then closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, his body visibly relaxing. His voice, filled with resignation, broke through the tension.
Asukazen: You left me no choice, Blizzard. (Asukazen's voice resonated with a mixture of sadness and resolve.) There is only one hour left before both of us turn to crystal. I'm sorry, but I can't let you ruin everything.
With his eyes open once again, Asukazen gently rose from the forceful push, mustering his remaining strength. He pressed down his Keyblades against Blizzard's, a burst of energy surging between them. Blizzard could feel his legs giving way under the overwhelming power, his mental and physical strength faltering.
A burst of energy surged from Asukazen, an unexpected power that overwhelmed Blizzard. The room seemed to blur, fading into a blinding white light. In that moment, all their struggles and conflicts were eclipsed by the looming countdown of their Crystalbound state.
Asukazen and Blizzard found themselves standing on their respective Stained Glass Towers within the void. The atmosphere crackled with tension as they charged towards each other, their singular crystal wings propelling them with incredible speed, creating the illusion of flight.
Asukazen, feeling the weight of their limited time, made a difficult decision. He let go of his reservations and fully unleashed the power of his two Keyblades against Blizzard. With each strike, he fought with a mix of precision and resignation, aware that time was slipping away.
Blizzard, equally committed, met Asukazen's onslaught with equal force. He swung his Keyblades with unmatched agility, countering Asukazen's attacks with his own flurry of strikes. The clash of their weapons echoed through the void, a symphony of steel and magic.
Both combatants fought with a mix of desperation and resolve. Asukazen knew that time was running out, with only 59 minutes left before their Crystalbound state consumed them. He did not wish to harm Blizzard, but he was left with no other choice.
No words were exchanged between them as they battled. Their silent struggle reflected the deep-rooted conflict within their hearts. Asukazen and Blizzard continued their relentless assault on each other, their Keyblades clashing with such force that the shockwaves reverberated through the void. However, as their attacks landed and wounds were inflicted, a realization slowly dawned upon them.
Their weapons, as formidable as they were, seemed ineffective against each other. The Crystalbound state had granted them a level of resilience and adaptability that rendered traditional attacks futile.
Driven by their anger and frustration, they violently descended upon the Station of Awakening stained glass tower belonging to Blizzard. As they landed on the platform, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. Asukazen's gaze drifted downwards, taking in the faces of those connected to Blizzard's heart that adorned the stained glass, John, Yen-Sid, the Dream Eater, and even William. A wave of guilt washed over Asukazen, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Asukazen and Blizzard discarded their Keyblades, leaving them on the floor of the Stained Glass Tower. They locked eyes once again, their expressions hardened as they entered a battle trance. Both knew that their usual attacks would only result in regeneration due to their CrystalBound forms, so they made a silent agreement to engage in a fierce battle using only their fists.
With a slow and deliberate pace, they closed the distance between them. Each movement was filled with anger, sadness, and a sense of resignation. This battle of fists became a slow dance, as if time itself had slowed down to witness their clash.
As they finally reached each other, their fists collided with intense force. The impact reverberated through the air, creating shockwaves that rippled across the Stained Glass Tower. Blow after blow, they exchanged powerful strikes.
The scene unfolded in a mixture of rage and despair, their bodies intertwining in a dance of violence. Each punch carried the weight of their shattered trust. No words were spoken, only the sound of their fists meeting in a symphony of destruction.
Asukazen and Blizzard continued their slow, deliberate fight, their fists connecting with each other's face and chest. Each punch landed with a painful impact, causing them to wince in pain. The blows were no longer hindered by the regenerative power of their Crystalbound forms, allowing them to inflict genuine harm upon each other.
Blizzard's desire for revenge burned within him, fueling each strike with a vengeful wrath. He aimed to make Asukazen pay for his manipulation, his fists driven by a relentless fury. Asukazen, on the other hand, fought with a sense of urgency, his desire to reach Kingdom Hearts as quickly as possible pushing him forward.
Their blows grew more forceful, each punch carrying the weight of their pent-up emotions. Their faces contorted with pain, yet they remained locked in a fierce battle of wills. The clash of their fists echoed through the void, the sound punctuating their struggle.
Asukazen and Blizzard continued their grueling fight, their bodies covered in blood, their clothes stained with the evidence of their brutal battle. The exhaustion began to take its toll on them, their movements growing sluggish and labored. Each punch they landed on each other's face brought forth a mixture of pain and tears.
As the punches landed, tears mixed with blood streaked down their faces. The pain and anguish they felt began to weigh heavily on their hearts, their spirits growing wearier with each passing blow. Every tear shed seemed to symbolize the toll this fight was taking on them, both physically and emotionally.
Through their bloodied faces and tear-stained cheeks, they locked eyes. Blizzard, his voice strained with anger, spoke through clenched teeth.
Blizzard: I will never forgive you... for everything. (His words carried the weight of his resentment and his unwillingness to let go of his pain.)
Asukazen remained silent, his expression clouded with a mix of fear, guilt and resignation. He understood the depth of Blizzard's anger and knew that no words could assuage the pain he had caused. Driven by his own fears and desperation, he fought on, his fists connecting with Blizzard's face, each blow chipping away at their remaining time.
The desire to wield their Keyblades coursed through their veins, tempting them with the power they once knew. But the knowledge that such a display would only accelerate their impending demise restrained them. They had to rely solely on their fists, even as the temptation to unleash the full might of their weapons grew stronger.
Each punch they exchanged became slower and more labored, as if time itself had begun to crawl. Their movements were fueled by sheer willpower and a relentless determination to overcome the other. With each blow, they pushed their bodies to the limits, drawing upon every ounce of strength that remained.
Exhaustion gripped Asukazen and Blizzard, their bodies weighed down by fatigue. Every movement was a struggle, their limbs heavy and trembling. They moved towards each other with labored steps, resembling weary zombies driven solely by their desperation to deliver a final blow.
Gasping for breath, they struggled to maintain their balance, their muscles quivering under the weight of their fatigue. Sweat mingled with blood, drenching their clothes and CrystalBound forms. Every step forward felt like a monumental task, but neither of them could relent.
Their eyes were bloodshot, their bodies covered in wounds and bruises. Each breath was ragged, as if the air itself had grown heavy with the weight of their exhaustion. Their movements were no longer precise or controlled, they stumbled and swayed, their coordination failing them.
Their gazes locked, and they mustered every ounce of strength remaining within them. Each punch they threw was labored, the weight of their exhaustion evident in their trembling fists. But still, they pushed forward, fueled by desperation to deliver a decisive strike.
Blizzard and Asukazen were on the verge of collapse, their bodies pushed to the limits of endurance. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, and their muscles burned with the strain of their relentless battle.
Finally, with their last vestiges of strength, they unleashed their final punches towards each other's faces. The impact was brutal, and the force of the blows sent shockwaves of pain through their weary bodies. In that moment, their consciousness slipped away, and both of them fell, descending from the Stained Glass Tower of Blizzard.
The scene transitioned back to the reality of the Meeting Room on the Sixth Floor of the Infinity Stronghold. Asukazen found himself on his knees, his body trembling, his vision blurred. His eyes were bloodshot, its blood vessels strained from the intensity of the fight. He gasped for breath. His lungs burning with each inhale. The toll of the battle was evident on his weary face, a mixture of pain, exhaustion, and a glimmer of defiance.
Blizzard, barely standing on his feet, steadied himself against the wall. His body ached with fatigue. Asukazen's gaze met Blizzard's filled with defeat and despair. The weight of his long-planned revenge against Organization 14th seemed to crumble before him, his hopes shattered by the unexpected turn of events caused by Blizzard's actions. Asukazen felt a surge of helplessness, his carefully crafted plan unraveling in front of his eyes.
Blizzard's rage burned within him, fueled by the knowledge that Asukazen was responsible for the deaths of John, his Dream Eater and Yen-Sid. The desire to eliminate Asukazen from existence coursed through his veins. The pain of the loss was overwhelming, and the thought of revenge consumed him.
Deep down, however, Blizzard knew that Asukazen had held back during their fight. He sensed the guilt that plagued Asukazen, the reluctance to fully unleash his power against him. Blizzard recognized that Asukazen's actions were driven by his own desperation and fears, yet his sorrow and anger were too intense to be easily quelled.
Blizzard's voice trembled with anger and sorrow as he confronted Asukazen. The weight of the losses he had endured was unbearable, and he couldn't fathom why Asukazen had orchestrated such pain and suffering.
Blizzard's voice quivered with a mixture of betrayal and grief as he spoke to Asukazen, his voice filled with raw emotion.
Blizzard: I tried to believe in you! I thought we were friends, that we had each other's backs. But now I see it was all part of your plan, your revenge. You manipulated me, used me as a pawn in your twisted game!
13 Years Ago.
Asukazen's voice, filled with agony, trembled as he whispered.
Asukazen: Xalvador... That wretched individual... (The name carried with it a mixture of anger, sadness, and the burning desire for retribution. The scene lingered on his pained expression, capturing the depth of his grief and the darkness that consumed him.)
Asukazen's journey through the vast expanse of the Locked Worlds and the Hyper Verse was arduous and relentless. He tirelessly traveled, The years stretched on like an endless desert, day and night blending into a blur of ceaseless searching. Like a lone wanderer in an endless desert. Enduring extreme exhaustion, he channeled his mastery of Creation Magic to forge thousands of Keyblade Space Shuttles over the course of 13 long years. His heart, consumed by loneliness and desperation.
In his relentless pursuit, Asukazen scoured the countless worlds, leaving no stone unturned. His every waking moment was dedicated to his mission, preparing thousands of Keyblade Space Shuttles to aid him in his quest. The Hyper Space became his canvas, and the stars bore witness to his tireless efforts.
His existence became a blur of endless desert landscapes, traversing from one world to another, searching for any trace of Xalvador. His heart was consumed by resentment, But as the years stretched on, his hope began to wane. Xalvador remained elusive, leaving no trace or hint of his whereabouts. The weight of despair threatened to consume Asukazen, his hatred and desperation growing with each passing day.
Then, one fateful day, Asukazen heard a rumor whispered in a Locked World that had reached his ears, whispering of an enigmatic organization known as Organization 14th. Deep within his heart, Asukazen sensed a connection to the man he despised most. The spark of possibility reignited the flames of his rage, driving him to investigate further.
Asukazen stood on the outskirts of the Hyper Verse, his gaze fixed upon the distant silhouette of the formidable Infinity Stronghold. The symbol of that Locked World radiated an aura of impenetrable defenses, filling him with a sense of hopelessness. He knew that his own strength was insufficient to breach its walls, let alone defeat Organization 14th.
A surge of frustration and despair welled up within Asukazen. He questioned his purpose and the futility of his relentless pursuit. If only there was someone who understood his pain, someone who could stand beside him and share the burden of his vengeance. But such a companion seemed like a distant dream, an unattainable wish in a world consumed by darkness.
Yet, amidst the depths of his desperation, Asukazen felt a faint stirring within his heart. It was a familiar presence, beckoning him from somewhere within the vast expanse of the Hyper Verse. A particular Locked World called out to him, as if whispering promises of solace and understanding.
Driven by an unseen force, Asukazen embarked on his journey once more, traversing the shifting realms of the Hyper Verse. His steps were guided by an invisible thread, leading him closer to the Locked World that held the potential answer to his prayers.
Asukazen's Keyblade Space Shuttle gently touched down on the war-torn streets of the Locked World City. The once vibrant and bustling streets now lay in ruins, ravaged by the relentless onslaught of Heartless. Chaos and destruction surrounded him, but Asukazen paid it no mind. His eyes, glowing with an eerie green light, held a vacant expression, devoid of the spark of life.
The dozens of Heartless, sensing his powerful heart, lunged towards him with malicious intent. However, as they drew near, they recoiled in fear, their twisted forms writhing in discomfort. Asukazen's mere presence seemed to repel the creatures of darkness, his green aura radiating a power that was both terrifying and inexplicable.
Bystanders and soldiers fighting against the Heartless glanced at Asukazen, a mixture of fear and confusion etched on their faces. Who was this man, and why did he not flee from the nightmarish creatures that engulfed the city? His presence alone seemed to repel the Heartless and Nobodies, causing them to recoil in fear. It was as if an invisible force emanated from him, creating a protective barrier against the encroaching darkness.
Unfazed by the chaos around him, Asukazen's gaze remained fixed on a distant presence he could sense within the city. The pull was strong, and he extended his arm, as if reaching out to grasp something intangible. His steps were slow and deliberate, akin to that of a lifeless being driven solely by instinct.
The bystanders watched in awe and confusion as Asukazen walked, almost like a lifeless puppet, towards an unknown destination. They whispered among themselves, wondering who this enigmatic figure was and what drove him to face the darkness so boldly. Some questioned if he was a savior or a harbinger of destruction.
His movements were mechanical, devoid of hesitation or concern for his own safety. Asukazen pressed forward, the Heartless still attempting to attack him, driven by their instinctual hunger for hearts. But their efforts were in vain, for Asukazen's mere presence repelled them, causing them to writhe in agony and fear. They knew, on some primal level, that he was the apex predator in this macabre dance.
Undeterred by their futile attempts, Asukazen continued his relentless advance. His voice, filled with a mix of desperation and anticipation, echoed through the air.
Asukazen: Who are you? Who are you? (It was a plea for answers, a yearning to understand the force that had drawn him here.)
Finally, as Asukazen reached the end of the city, his gaze fell upon the entrance to an underground royal burial crypt. Unbeknownst to him, deep within its depths lay one of the 24 Keyblade Wielders who had fallen into eternal slumber, just like Asukazen himself.
Asukazen hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. He was unaware of what awaited him inside the crypt, but he could sense the presence he had been drawn to emanating from within. With a resolute breath, he pushed open the heavy doors and descended into the depths below.
Meanwhile, the Heartless and Nobodies, that had been attacking the city, were suddenly overcome by a shared impulse. As if connected by an invisible thread, they ceased their mindless rampage and began to converge on a single location-the very place where Asukazen now stood.
But Asukazen remained oblivious to the impending danger. His focus was solely fixed on the mysterious presence that awaited him in the depths of the burial crypt. Unaware of the growing threat behind him, he ventured farther into the unknown, driven by a desperate need for answers and resolution.
Asukazen descended farther into the depths of the royal burial crypt, guided by flickering torchlight that cast dancing shadows upon the ancient stone walls. The air grew heavy with a sense of foreboding as he ventured deeper into the maze-like corridors.
His footsteps echoed through the silence, each one reverberating with a solemn echo. Asukazen's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs or clues that could lead him to the presence he had been drawn to. The torches provided a dim illumination, casting eerie shadows that danced along the crypt walls.
After what felt like an eternity of navigating the twisting passageways, Asukazen came across a flight of stairs. Without hesitation, he descended even deeper into the crypt's depths, driven by an inexplicable force that pulled at his very core.
At the end of a long corridor, he entered a wide room bathed in a faint glow of sunlight. A beam of light pierced through a small opening above, casting a soft radiance upon the center of the room. Asukazen's gaze was drawn to a singular tombstone, standing in solemn isolation.
The air was heavy with anticipation as he approached the tombstone, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation stirring within him. His hand reached out, hesitating only for a moment, before gently pushing open the stone slab.
And there, lying in eternal slumber, was a 15-year-old teenager, frozen in time. The sight of the familiar figure clad in a white shirt and black hoodie, with blue spiky hair, struck a chord within Asukazen. It was clear that this was one of the 24 Keyblade Wielders he had fought alongside 115 years ago-it was Blizzard.
Asukazen's eyes lingered on Blizzard's peaceful form, but an unexpected surge of envy welled up within him. It was a confusing and conflicting emotion, as he struggled to comprehend why he felt such resentment towards his once-friend. The memories of their friendship during the Keyblade War seemed distant, overshadowed by a deep-seated bitterness that consumed him.
Lost in the depths of his own confusion, Asukazen searched his memories, trying to uncover the source of this envy. Did he miss something in the past? A moment of significance that could have sparked this resentful emotion? The answers eluded him, shrouded in the haze of time and forgotten experiences.
Asukazen stood there, his eyes fixed on Blizzard's peaceful slumber, his mind racing with the possibility that there was more to this comatose state than met the eye. The presence he had sensed, the one that had drawn him here, resided within Blizzard's heart-a Dream Eater, just like the Chirithy he had formed a deep bond with in the Dream World.
The realization washed over Asukazen, flooding his mind with memories from their time as child soldiers. In that desperate and tumultuous period. Asukazen vividly recalled the words Blizzard had spoken before drifting into sleep in the military corridor-a hidden phrase that had transported him to the Dream World.
A mix of shock and frustration coursed through Asukazen's being. How could Blizzard have the privilege of a Dream Eater that remained uncorrupted by darkness, while Asukazen's own Dream Eater had met a tragic fate? The unfairness of it all fueled his frustration, a jealousy that seeped into every fiber of his being.
In that moment, Asukazen saw a future unfold before his eyes. He could envision Blizzard and the Dream Eater embarking on grand quests, forming a friendship that would endure beyond their current trials. It felt like a betrayal to Asukazen, a reminder of the connections he had lost and the struggles he had faced alone. The unfairness of it all gnawed at Asukazen's core, fueling his frustration and resentment.
The unfairness of it all overwhelmed Asukazen, and he recoiled, stumbling backward in shock. The weight of his frustration bore down upon him, and he let out a scream-a mixture of anger, confusion and sorrow. The realization that Blizzard had a longer and deeper friendship waiting for him in the waking world only fueled Asukazen's frustration, intensifying the bitter resentment that had taken root within him.
Recoiling, Asukazen stumbled backward and found himself collapsing onto the cold stone floor of the royal burial crypt. His mind swirled with disbelief, denial, and an overwhelming sense of confusion.
Asukazen: Wh-What? (He stammered, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and denial.) Wh-What is happening? (Asukazen stammered, his voice filled with disbelief.)
The flames of frustration burned within him, fueled by a sense of injustice. The realization had shattered his perception of their past, leaving him adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. Asukazen found himself caught in an inferno of confusion, unable to comprehend the depths of his envy and the implications of what he had discovered.
Asukazen sat on the cold floor of the royal burial crypt, his mind consumed by a maelstrom of emotions. He stared at his trembling fingers, the very hands that had fought countless battles, seeking vengeance and retribution. Yet, in this moment of revelation, he felt a bitter irony creeping through his veins.
Asukazen: Is this Hell? (He murmured, his voice a mere whisper in the desolate chamber. He looked around at the dimly lit crypt, the eerie shadows dancing on the ancient walls. It was not Hell, he knew, but a harsh reality that he could no longer ignore.)
A laugh escaped Asukazen's lips-a laugh that held no joy, only the hollow echoes of his despair. It was a laugh filled with bitterness, mocking his own foolishness. How could he have been so blind? Envy seeped into every fiber of his being, tainting his once radiant aura with a darker green hue.
His mind raced, the weight of his revelation bearing down upon him. The unfairness of it all gnawed at his soul. A sudden shift overcame Asukazen, and his laughter erupted into the crypt's stillness. It started as a low, bitter chuckle and grew into a maniacal cackle. His eyes widened with a touch of insanity, fixated on the tombstone before him. The creeping smile that stretched across his face mirrored the dark chaos swirling within his mind.
With one hand clutching his head, Asukazen's gaze shifted to Blizzard's comatose form and the tombstone before him. His eyes widened with an unsettling intensity, a deranged smile stretching across his face.
Asukazen: Oh! You're so lucky, Blizzard! Ha ha ha! How fortunate you are! (Asukazen muttered, his voice tinged with both bitterness and envy. He spoke to the slumbering Keyblade Wielder as if he could hear and comprehend his words. But Blizzard remained locked within the depths of his eternal coma, oblivious to Asukazen's turmoil.)
The air in the crypt grew heavy, carrying the weight of Asukazen's fractured psyche. He struggled to reconcile his envy with the reality before him. This was not Hell, as he had initially questioned. It was the cruel reality that he now faced, a reality that seemed to mock his own suffering.
Asukazen: Why... why does he have what I lost?! (Asukazen muttered to himself, his voice laced with pain and confusion. The question echoed through the empty crypt, unanswered and haunting. The reality of his envy sank deeper, intertwining with the shattered fragments of his once noble intentions.)
Asukazen's eyes narrowed as he focused his attention on the energy emanating from Blizzard's comatose heart. His green aura intensified, swirling around him with a mixture of envy and desperation.
Bitterness welled up inside Asukazen as he compared the power of Blizzard's Dream Eater to his own. He had awakened from his coma after 104 long years, while Blizzard remained trapped in an eternal slumber. Asukazen knew that the Dream Eater within Blizzard's heart possessed the ability to repair his damaged mind and awaken him from his eternal slumber. But the time it would take for the Dream Eater to accomplish this was uncertain, perhaps spanning a hundred years or more. Asukazen couldn't bear the thought of waiting for so long. He needed Blizzard to wake up now and suffer alongside him.
Asukazen's eyes flickered with a manic gleam as he considered his options. He needed a solution, a way to hasten Blizzard's awakening. The envy that fueled his every thought pushed him toward drastic measures.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, the eerie smile still etched upon his face. The crypt seemed to close in around him, the walls whispering secrets of forbidden possibilities. Asukazen's mind raced, contemplating the consequences of his actions.
Asukazen stood before the tombstone, his voice trembling with a mixture of envy, bitterness, and longing.
Asukazen: Tell me, Blizzard. (Asukazen continued, his voice filled with a mixture of envy and anguish.) What makes you so special? Why does your Chirithy remain pure, while mine was twisted and corrupted? Is it some divine favor? Or just sheer luck?! How I envy you!
He paced around the tombstone, his eyes fixed on Blizzard's motionless form. The green aura surrounding him seemed to intensify with each passing moment.
Asukazen: But you can't hear me! Can you? (Asukazen's voice turned bitter.) You lie there, blissfully unaware of the envy that eats away at my soul. How I wish I could trade places with you! To have a companion that remains untainted!
He laughed again, the sound sharp and discordant in the eerie silence of the crypt. His mind danced with thoughts of the unfairness of it all, the resentment consuming him from within.
Asukazen: But you... you must feel it. You must experience the pain that I have endured! (Asukazen's voice shifted, taking on a deadly seriousness.) You must understand the depths of hell that have consumed me for many years!
His green aura intensified, swirling around him with an eerie intensity. Asukazen's mind was consumed by a vengeful wrath. Xalvador alone was not enough to satiate his thirst for revenge. No, Blizzard must suffer as well.
Asukazen: It is the only way! (Asukazen muttered through gritted teeth.) You must feel my pain, Blizzard. You must know what it means to lose everything, you must suffer, like I have once suffered!
Asukazen's mind became consumed with the twisted notion that Blizzard needed to share in his pain. He believed that only then would Blizzard truly understand the depth of despair and loneliness that had plagued Asukazen's existence. The envy that had festered within him now drove him to seek vengeance upon his once-friend. And desperation reached its peak as he summoned his two Keyblades, their gleaming blades radiating with power. His eyes, filled with madness and obsession, were fixated on the comatose form of Blizzard, he pointed the tips of his Keyblades towards Blizzard and focused his energy.
A surge of bright light erupted from the Keyblades, arcing towards Blizzard with the intent to awaken him from his eternal slumber. But Asukazen, consumed by his envy and driven by his fractured state of mind, lacked the necessary control and mastery over the power of waking
The unleashed beam of light struck Blizzard's unmoving form, but instead of rousing him from his coma, a powerful shockwave erupted from the impact. Asukazen was caught off guard, the force of the shockwave sending him hurtling through the air. His body crashed into a nearby wall, the impact causing the stones to crumble and dust to fill the air.
Asukazen lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his mind clouded with a mixture of pain, frustration, and a lingering hope that his actions would bring Blizzard back to consciousness. However, his reckless attempt had only served to showcase his lack of control and understanding.
Asukazen, his body aching and his mind consumed by frustration, pushed himself off the ground. His voice, tinged with desperation, escaped his lips as he muttered to himself in the dimly lit crypt.
Asukazen: I can't awaken him directly... But perhaps! I can accelerate the process, somehow... Yes, that might be the key. His companion energy is too weak.
He extended his arm towards Blizzard's comatose form. Drawing upon his own inner reserves of energy, Asukazen focused his power, channeling it through his palm. As the energy flowed from Asukazen's palm and went inside of Blizzard body, a deep pain erupted within his chest. It felt as if a parasitic force was gnawing at his very being, inflicting a torment that surpassed any physical agony he had ever endured. The agony intensified, causing him to let out a piercing scream that echoed through the crypt.
Asukazen's face contorted in anguish as he clutched his chest, his body wracked with pain. The emotional turmoil he had harbored for far too long, the envy, the hatred, and the desperation, manifested as a physical torment that threatened to consume him entirely. In that moment, he realized that he could no longer bear the weight of these emotions on his own.
Gasping for breath, his voice strained with anguish, Asukazen admitted the truth.
Asukazen: These emotions... They're killing me from the inside! Argh!
Asukazen, his voice trembling with both exhaustion and desperation, spoke through the agony that consumed him.
Asukazen: I'm tired... tired of being weak on the inside! If only I could sleep... if only someone could act on my behalf. I can't bear these emotions any longer. I can't take it anymore! (He muttered through clenched teeth. The weight of these emotions had become unbearable, threatening to consume him entirely. Asukazen was exhausted, desperate for release from the torment that plagued him.)
But in the midst of his despair, a sudden realization gripped him. His attention shifted as he felt an intense heat emanating from his left hand. He looked down and saw his whole hand engulfed in his signature green aura, appearing like a living flame. It pulsed with a strange energy, captivating his gaze. He couldn't comprehend how he had manifested this particular state of his aura in his hand, but a strange sensation told him that it was special, almost as if it was an extension of his Creation Magic, and it seemed to possess a life of its own.
Intrigued by this newfound phenomenon, a thought crossed Asukazen's mind. What if he were to plunge this energy within his own chest? Could it grant him a release from the torment of his emotions? Could it free him from the pain that consumed him? These thoughts lingered in his mind, tempting him with the promise of escape. Asukazen contemplated the idea, considering the possibility of relinquishing control, hoping it would bring him solace and shield him from the depths of his anguish.
Asukazen: I don't care anymore! Take whatever you want! As long as Xalvador and Blizzard can suffer like i did... as long as they can understand my suffering... I will give you anything you desire! Do it!
Asukazen's words rang out, a mixture of desperation and defiance. His plea echoed through the empty chamber of the Royal Burial Crypt, as if his voice carried the weight of his shattered soul. He screamed at the green fire, challenging it to take whatever it wished, surrendering himself to the depths of his envy. His eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the distortion of the green fire on his hand, transforming into the sadistic smile of a pumpkin. His heart raced with a mixture of fear and disbelief, realizing that something had gone terribly wrong. But before he could react, the distorted green aura lunged at him with a malevolent energy, enveloping him in a swirling pillar of vibrant green fire.
Asukazen felt himself losing control, his consciousness slipping away into nothingness. His body collapsed onto the cold stone floor of the Royal Burial Crypt, unconscious and vulnerable. Minutes passed, and as the green aura began to subside, Asukazen's form stirred once more. But it was not Asukazen who rose from the ground, it was a new persona. The Lunatic had emerged.
The Lunatic stood tall, his gaze filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke, his tone laced with derision towards Asukazen.
The Lunatic: Well, well, Asukazen. I must say, I owe you a great debt of gratitude. You created me, with your desperate and childish attempts to handle your emotional turmoil. And now, here I stand, thanks to your folly.
The Lunatic's twisted smile widened as he turned his attention to the comatose form of Blizzard, sensing the energy that Asukazen had transferred into the Dream Eater to hasten Blizzard awakening. He chuckled darkly, knowing that Asukazen was now trapped within an artificial coma, unable to intervene in The Lunatic's plans.
The Lunatic: It seems you've unwittingly given me quite the challenge. You've gifted me with the perfect opportunity to play with dear Blizzard. How delightful! I shall make sure he understands the pain of losing a beloved companion, just as you desired. After all, you wanted revenge, didn't you? Well, fear not, for I shall carry out your wishes... in my own delightful way.
The Lunatic's tone carried a malevolent undertone, relishing in the chance to manipulate and torment. He knew he had about three years to execute his ultimate plan, meticulously crafting a scheme that would inflict Asukazen's envy upon Blizzard. But The Lunatic would do it on his own terms, injecting confusion and torment into Blizzard's life.
Back to the present.
Asukazen, gasping for air, could not respond. His remorse and guilt were etched upon his face, but his inability to speak only fueled Blizzard's anguish further. The weight of the realization hit him hard, causing his fists to clench tightly, his heart torn between anger and profound sadness.
Blizzard: You wanted me to suffer, didn't you?! (Blizzard's voice cracked with emotion.) You orchestrated the loss of everything I held dear. John, Yen-Sid, Buddy... they're all gone because of you! How could you do this?
Blizzard's eyes bore into Asukazen, his disappointment and anger evident. The betrayal he felt ran deep, and the desire for vengeance burned within him. He had tried to believe in Asukazen, to see the good in him, but now all he saw was the pain and destruction that had been brought upon him and his loved ones.
Asukazen's bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Blizzard, his silent gaze filled with regret and desperation. It was a haunting sight, a stark reminder of the pain they had both endured and inflicted upon each other.
Asukazen's gaze met Blizzard's, his eyes reflecting a sense of resignation. He understood the weight of his actions and the pain he had caused.
Asukazen: I was driven by envy. (He admitted, his voice filled with a tinge of sorrow.) You had so much to lose, while I had nothing left. It was as we journeyed deeper in the Infinity Stronghold that I began to regain my emotions, to see the error of my ways. I wanted to change.
Blizzard felt his anger boiling within him, struggling to maintain control.
Blizzard: You expect me to believe that? After everything you've done? How can you possibly understand the pain you've inflicted upon me?
With a sense of frustration, Asukazen interjected.
Asukazen: Stop being so philosophical, Blizzard. If you want to act, then act. There's no need for these grand speeches. We both know what needs to be done. You won. You have the power to decide what happens next. Do what you must.
Asukazen's gaze remained fixed on Blizzard, a silent intensity in his eyes. He did not regret his actions. He saw himself as tainted, just like Xalvador. In his mind, it was Blizzard's victory, and Blizzard should decide what to do next. Despair etched itself into his expression as he teetered on the edge of accepting his fate. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling, questioning his life choices. Maybe he was never meant to find happiness or accomplish his dreams. Perhaps his path was always fated to be one of the despairs and loneliness.
Blizzard's anger intensified, and he summoned his Keyblades. The flames of rage burned within him, fueling his desire to eliminate Asukazen. The air crackled with tension as Blizzard stood on the precipice of a life-altering decision.
[Annihilate Asukazen: - The End - Extinguished]
[End the cycle: - The End - Imprisonment {I}]