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"I hate everything about this," I said as I watched the knave continue to brew the tea that she wished to serve for both of them. It was annoying, pretentious, and above all else stupid that I began asking myself why I had bothered to take her invitation in the first place.
Especially when I can just kill her right there as she stood.
Yet, as pointed as I was, this meeting was important.
TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.
She continues to ceremoniously dither this entire affair as if trying to literally piss me off at every inch and corner. Even then this was an important…
TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.
…meeting. Important. Very important.
"Thou'rt not finical over mine blend, no?" the bitch asked as her emotionless face almost seemed to grin at my discomfort. She held the teapot of her ludicrously long-prepared tea as I continued to regale her with my ever-so-present frown.
TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.
"I shall take thy silence as affirmation." She said with interest as she poured my own teacup with that blend. My fingers were already aching from all the tapping. I wished to make her annoyed by that, but she did not seem bothered at all by any of it. A shame.
As soon as she slowly filled my cup to the portion desired, I quickly took it into my hands as she slowly took hers with a coaster under it. I continued to turn very annoyed and angry at her antics as it reminded me… so horribly of a certain unemotional bitch in Britain. One, that I had the unfortunate pleasure of not seeing her demise.
It was an irony of course, a large irony cast around her entire history and to think that she would die so brutally too, with nary a thing left that was recognizable from her once, queenly, and bitchful visage.
Now, being exposed to such a familiarity again, I was starting to become hesitant as to why I was sitting here, almost in common understanding and peace with an individual who was very much the enemy that the former Queen of Britain was.
However, in this case, this knave was a self-professed queen without a throne. A pretender who became a naturalized ruler through the course of her many, dare I say it, prestigious feats of both strength and power in this little world. Feats to me while feeble were very much impressive, when looked at in a bolder medium.
Still, the main reason we were not neck-deep in killing each other was the simple fact that she represented a great many eyes in the parasite that latched itself into this world. A curtain was deeply entrenched into their senses, a curtain that shrouded this world from their looming fingertips and study nearly to the point of total blindness, but they were still able to share the power they harbored with their hosts. I cared less for the entire truth of these large parasites and their great progenitor but I was wholly curious on why the most in-tune of the hosts was now willing to talk to him in the most mundane and peaceful manner…
A far cry from the many in the network, supposedly in my eyes that wish for me to be extinguished.
They deemed me an interloper in some way or form based on how the eponymous Endbringers reaction to the shroud was as their blinded senses tried to forcibly destroy everything in their way to get to me.
Even those with the Parasites themselves, I felt the steep increase in anger and ferocity whenever they clashed with me as if the parasites themselves deemed it necessary to kill me on sight. I reckon they would have done more, had the veil or the shroud covering this world was not so heavy and impenetrable.
I looked at her and saw that she was calmly sipping her tea as she looked at me in earnest.
It was rather bizarre seeing the very one proclaimed by even the foolish brute of a woman as the one wholly in tune by their connections, to be the calmest person by far that has ever met me in this world. If anything, I feel very impressed at the degree of control she had in her emotions, as I barely get a hint of it even as the flare of anger from the connection itself was like hearing a screaming hoard of men, women, and children wishing to hang a misbegotten prisoner into the gallows.
And despite all of that, none of such frantic emotions were present in her whole form, or mind.
A testament to the bizarreness and the curiosity that I was led to despite my itch to kill her.
If anything, this should be a good reprieve before this entire continent gets wiped out from the map. Perhaps I can get a good souvenir out of her, with what little her entire 'life' was in the process.
"Ah, allow me to forewarn thee, the sugar might seem overdone." She once again pointed out.
Ugh. She was doing this on purpose… right?
"No… It's fine, but I do wish to get to the point of this entire venture. Because I'm quite sure you have questions for me, and I… have questions that need answering, more from the mouth belonging to someone like yourself. The other one is far too deluded in his fantasies that he can't seem to grasp the failings of why he's withering away… or perhaps it's because of the artificial means of their inception of powers. I'm no expert on it myself, but you are technically one, being bonded the most compared to the rest."
"High Priest… I doubt his sanctity in such a conversation with thee. More so now when thy will now controls the fate of the world." she says as she casts her eyes downwards to her teacup before meeting mine again.
"Yet you're here right now, being non-hostile even as the ground you stand, the air you breathe, and the greenery that once stretched across this land now withers and falls into the abyss? Why not smite the very reason as to why this is all happening, why partake in guest right now knowing that whom you're facing is the enemy."
"I was curious of thee. Most curious than anything in life I hath faced thus far."
"Curious? Not even of the many faeries you claim to have sired under your rule?"
"Yes, curious I am indeed."
"Of what?" I managed to ask as I looked at her as the stark contrast of both our positions started to dawn on me. The meadows that the knave was sitting at with some of her subjects at her beck and call was a rather empty town that was evacuated minutes ago, It still looked normal under some pretense, but the view behind me was a literred expanse of an inevitable doom as the enlarging shadow and presence of my void loomed over us like a second sun that was relaying darkness instead of light.
"Thou hear the voices of mine court, yes?" she suddenly asked.
"I can see the flashes of emotion, or what emotion an alien can infer through the human bond," I replied as I set my teacup down on the makeshift table between us.
"Then thou understands what they demand, what they ask of me, their queen?"
"Yes… and I'm curious as to why you're not acting on it, as I stated before," I said with an annoyed tone as I did not want this entire conversation to dwindle around in circles and she just repeated what I just asked her earlier between us.
"I reject such demands, for as much as I have sired them under my arm, I have found myself following their voice and guiding whichever I go. Thou has taken my interest and thy presence greatly intrigues me. I hath no desire for destruction, nor do I hath any such desire to save what is unsalvageable."
Oh. Well that changes things, even with the degree of understanding I have, the great lack of any such strong emotions with her greatly lowered the accuracy of my understanding of her. "So this is your choice, not the choice on behalf of the many under your rule?"
"Indeed. I hath never met one such as thee. It is mighty beautiful and memorable to seek and take lost fae into my own arms throughout time yet such an image and experience inevitably becomes stale. Thou presence changes it, not because thou are unique to this world and the others, but because thou hath changed the chessboard entirely."
My frown horribly dropped to a degree of hate that I have never felt before due to how simple and dare I say it, innocent her entire interest was in me. A vaguely attuned curiosity that to life of me, I can't seem to understand or ponder. Then again, I was an alien to this world as well, an alien that invaded the hunting grounds of the mighty predators that stalk and lay their claim.
She, like the many prominent predators was more intelligent and perceptive than what one might think of her outward appearance and reputation. A creature who cared not for the rest of the ecosystem and did as she desired due to all of it being a game other than survival.
And now, seeing that a new player had stalked the grounds it played on, instead of killing it, she chose to simply observe and find enjoyment towards the newcomer reinstating the new order of the food chain. It was interesting, to say the least.
For she was not a Queen that was entitled to conquest and control like a certain dead bitch, but a free soul in royalty that was far fonder with game hunting than controlling a nation. If it wasn't for some degree of relatedness, I felt on the side of Vortigern, I would have dismissed it as a foolish feeling of reassurance for oneself.
"But you do understand, I reckon that this world is to disappear soon?" I ask, curious about it myself. She tilts her head to the question before her expression changes to a pondering one.
"Thou speak if I fear the end?" she then looks at her surroundings as some of her summoned fae folk stand behind her like Hellenistic statues of old. The sky was of a murky purple and tinges of orange as little of the beautiful blue cerulean swathe of color was now truly expunged. Even the clouds looked sickly and what formation existed against their wake was reduced to smoky wisps nearly representing the flower petals that flew when Death passed by.
It gave her a breathtaking appearance, one that I was strangely feeling in common with.
Like a piece of the puzzle that never belonged in the pile.
Perhaps this one was different than Morgan after all. If only slightly.
"I do not. Wherever my subjects go, I come with, and even if it is to be my end, my part in the tale while minimal hath already achieved much what was necessary to be concluded." I blinked when she said those words, because despite her visage not changing, a hint of emotion, in this case hesitation was given out. Quickly as it appeared, I felt as if she caught me looking as she stared. "Doth thou find my answer unsatisfactory?"
I felt the curl of the vermin around me grow agitated as I hummed, clinking the teacup with my sharp fingernails. "In a way, yes…"
"But thee do not find it blasphemous or disrespectful?"
I wave my arms on both sides freely in a relaxed position as the Wyrm behind me collapses another city or two, miles behind. She looks unperturbed as I grin. "You would otherwise know if I felt insulted otherwise, you see." A great many of my subjects lingered around the place that we were in not just as a subtle threat, but a reality that was inches away from happening.
But the cordial conversation just amused me enough to see the edges of her lips purse into a smile.
"I see… at the end of the day despite my great power, I am only immortal to a point and an existential crisis on entropy and demise is within my bones. I feel the rest of my court adheres the same as well as their progenitor not just as an instinct but as a reflex on survival."
"But you… Why do you not feel the same?" I ask, genuinely curious about her answer.
"A rash grows rampant within the collective. Directionless. Listless. They yearn for change. They yearn for completion and study, yet they all feel as if it is all for naught." She looks at me as she sips the rest of her tea. "I was brought out to feel the same, feeling like a leaf divorced from its roots, drifting down the stream aimlessly. Despite the purpose I hath been blessed with, I would inevitably crumble and rot as time would pass with nary the satisfaction of elation or emotion within the dullness."
A few of my subjects, a feeble few moths and caterpillars started to crawl along her arms and legs as one perched on her index finger while she stared at it with interest. "Thou sudden entrance into the stage as if a vagabond like the Phantom of a certain play. Discord and anarchy he spreads yet none seek to understand that for the play to remain relevant and interesting, chaos brewed from frustration… is a must"
SPLAT!
The moth in her hand is crushed by an unseen force. A flick of power that to the normal eye would never have been noticed or seen, yet she masterfully displayed it without issue. She then wipes the remains with a handkerchief that one of her Hellenistic subjects has in their hands as she looks at me. "I believe thour't that piece that would rustle the complacent dullness that everyone is experiencing, and I am glad of thee existence into the fold, even if mine court does not feel the same, even if it is their wish in the first place."
"Would you consider an interloper wrecking your kingdom as productive? That seems to be their perspective after all. Selfish fools them lot are." I mused.
"No, if said interloper roused the fires within the townsfolk to make royalty move and respond then I would choose such an event over dullness and insipid squandering. If anything, thou hath waylaid haste upon a late predictable ending into something new entire." She smiles at me candidly. "Art thou prepared for meeting such an indiscernible end to the canvass thou sown in the tapestry?"
I feel the rustling of the winds around us as my void looms ever closer. I feel as if the tables were turned on my part with her question, even though I knew deep down that there was only one definitive conclusion to this entire affair. Yet as I stare at the proverbial windowsill overlooking the world that remained, I am given thought due to the surprising depth of this conversation in relation to my circumstances in this world.
It was the most elation and grandeur I have ever cathartically experienced, more so than even the destruction of Britain, but a far, far away wish was still unearned and like the distance between the world and the stars above, simply unattainable in the noblest of circumstances.
She felt empty like me. A soul bound with great power and purpose yet at the same time empty due to the total lack of anything else beyond it.
"Yes… very much so." I said with hesitation that I lately realized to be a mirror of a similar question I asked her moments ago about the inevitable end.
"Thou hesitate as well. Perhaps thee and I are similar in that regard." She proclaimed.
BRWOOSH!
The table between us was destroyed instantly as I overturned it with a degree of fury that had her surprised. The vermin around me coalesce, as well as the fae folk behind her almost scramble in preparation for the sudden action.
What ultimately saved her however was one of her subjects projecting a mass of bone right in front of me like a phalanx of spiked, palisade shields had just manifested out of thin air. It brokered a good deal of distance between us as I glared at her.
"Don't you dare compare the likes of yourself to mine."
The surprise in her emotions wore off but as I surveyed her memories and the ones I had inferred from the caped woman's own, an action like this would wake an innate response from her that to a simple man would end disastrously. Yet even as that emotion manifested, I found her rolling it back as a look of disappointment and concern seemed to come to the surface instead.
It only served to piss me off further seeing how genuine she seemed to enjoy our conversation.
"I harbor no such disrespect to thee." She quickly said, nearly out of character for her, but I did not relent as I felt a scythe appear in my arms. I drag the tip of its blade behind me as I patiently walk near her step by step. She remained where she stood as we both looked at each other.
The sky darkened as if reflecting the tension as the winds around us hastened.
"I came here expecting an emissary from the parasite's loins. One that would convey their thoughts on my little show… but instead I have you. A conversationalist from one of the world's most dangerous humans. I would have been thoroughly insulted already with how disappointed I am in your feelings towards me, but I played along trying to understand the simplicity of your head."
I raised the scythe and slammed its blade into the center of the shields, and everything shattered instantly. The blowback from the attack pushed her away but her expression remained unchanged.
"I am here on my own accord, Faerie King. Stranger from the fog, stranger from the worlds beyond. Even if I hath come to relay such a message, mine own stance shan't change in the slightest." She stated as the ground around her rumbled and large stag beetles burst through them trying to impale her with their strong and deadly pincers.
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS….
The beetles were quickly doused in a heavy, smelly, thick liquid that burned through their armored carapaces fast enough that the steam between us created a cloud of smog that showed her frowning from my insistent attacks.
"Then why on Earth would I experience another second talking to you?!" I angrily said as I burst forward to her in a gust of speed, weapon in hand that the ground where I stood cracked from the strength in my legs. Yet seconds from actually reaching her another one of her subjects met me halfway with their own bare hands…
The clash's momentum and force exploded around us to the point that a good degree of the street around us collapsed while breaking concrete as the shockwave propagated. Glass on buildings from all sides was broken as steel and various other debris were thrown up alongside the dust cloud.
When the cloud dispersed I glared when I saw her being held by one of her subjects who had the ability of flight. She continued to look at me with that troubled frown as I looked at the subject holding me at bay and overturned the stalemate by redirecting the momentum on my hold of the weapon enough to allow me to throw him away as he lost his footing.
To the unsharpened eye, it looked like a pivot in a literal dance of death due to the sheer speed as he was thrown across a full round of street blocks down the way, breaking and collapsing smaller to medium-sized buildings down his wake. At the same time, the smaller of my own vermin rushed towards her like a swarm until the subject holding her covered her mouth while another manifested out of thin air and unleashed a viridian smog that killed all of my insects before they even touched her skin.
I jumped and Blanca flew fast enough in front of me to become a point to launch myself further as I aimed the blade of my weapon towards her as she was being flown away. We met eyes once again as the blade of my weapon neared her chest by a meter only for another one to manifest, my weapon going through its chest without too much of an issue but it placed both hands on my weapon and a conflagration of such scale and intensity ignited forward to where I was and surged for dozens of meters past behind me. It torched and burned through a great degree of material and structures past me that as the construct faded and failed, a large portion of the town around us was either bubbling past their melting points due to the heat, or their surfaces were rendered that bright yellow-orange color of the number of temperatures they absorbed.
THROOOOOSHHH!
It burned away nearly all of the vermin that surrounded me that were either exposed in the air or were physically near the trail of the flames. The force of the attack threw me into a free-fall that I was caught by a severely burnt Blanca who twitched on the ground behind me before succumbing to her own wounds.
Bah… I'll find another one replacing her role again. She was always expendable.
My body, now entirely covered in soot I immediately stood up even as the weapon I held turned to ash within my hands. I saw her levitating in the air almost foolishly close enough to me that I laughed at her hesitation.
"You're still hesitating! Why, even your attacks to this point are all defensive in nature… yet I could feel the parasites nearly egging you on to kill me. Screaming at you that I am an enemy to be extinguished! Yet you are holding them back! You are making them stop… just because you harbor a fascination towards me…" I said as I felt my Wyrm come ever closer behind me. The many vermin that heeded my call agitated to take her on again but she remained still and hesitant.
"Why not unleash all of that hate, all of those emotions like the rest of your ilk?! You have nothing to gain from trying to make a connection with me and you have nothing to gain sitting there as I wish to end your life permanently."
The ground beneath me broke as a large and monstrous centipede roared into existence. It rose up to attack her as another subject of hers manifested with a sword in hand and clashed against me and my slave in a flurry of attacks that were akin to afterimages that I saw similarly in the likes of Fujimaru and their servants hailing from "the east". I did not understand how deliberately impossible the nearly teleporting construct was, but the giant centipede dispersed into smaller insects like a tidal wave as her remaining subjects tried valiantly to ward them all away.
The building where she was levitating atop was broken due to the degree of ferocity and power in the free-for-all as I found her looking at me, inches away as another one of her subjects tried to hold me back with great resistance. The world around us was now starting to drown in insects and vermin as I screamed at her pitiful attempts to make peace between us.
"FIGHT BACK! I am wasting my precious time on you when I can watch the rest of this country, no, this world falls into despair due to my own work! If I wasn't so curious at your little act, I would think you're trying to delay me… to save this pitiful world time before it all disappears."
"Nay… this was not an act on my part. Nor a delaying action to save the rest. I-"
"STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!" I angrily scream as I feel the intense rise of emotions govern our exchange I tried to reach her neck, break her windpipe and she would be dead like the rest of them…
"Faerie King… Oberon. Thou art an enigma for sure. Yet, an enigma that is also lost like I."
I sneered at her until she pulled a small box-like device from her pockets. "But… if thou wishes to see the true might of the Faerie Queen, then that is what you shall receive." She said with a resolute face as a wave of a displaced, unseen force, the kind that she used on the small moth earlier blew back everything around her. Her subject that had control of such an effect managed to disperse everything around them to the point that a rather decently proportioned crater was left in her wake.
I fell into the ground and crashed into the molten remains of a vehicle humans used. I rose from it quickly enough as I grinned at her change of pace…
FINALLY…
However, as she levitated into the air, garnering a distance that indicated she was taking this seriously, she opened the device in her hand gently until a small beam of light hit my body square in the chest. Said blue light started to envelop or scan me in some sense, then…
KRAAAAAAKATHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!
There was nothing.
A bright flash of life and I was rendered null and void. I was not even able to react fast enough for my entire being to have been erased completely out of the physical world. I was not even able to feel pain much less have it flare as my nerves were not fast enough to send the information back to my head…
But, inevitably like a cockroach that persisted time and time again, and will full strength despite that surprise, I was able to feel again as the vermin under my grasp reformed my body out of scratch. Eventually, I opened my eyes once more and what was left of the town where we clashed was nothing but burnt earth and the stench of smoke withering into the air against the ghoulish, nearly sickly sky.
I could feel the extensions of my subject's pool around me once more as I turned myself towards the annoyance that had landed on her feet as her own subject vanished from the naked eye.
Now, we stood there staring at one another as the devastation or total incineration of nearly half a mile of ground and dirt where once stood a town and fields of green left an ominous, silent gravitas in the wake of our clash. The entire landscape looked dead and whatever power she conjured from that small device seemed to indicate to me that this was something on the level that she was capable of doing, but not in the most immediate of senses.
Actually, it seems like she pulled out a very important device, likely created by cohorts just to send a message to me of what she could do. I grinned at her for finally waking up from her foolishness but she still sported that troubled, almost disappointed look to the circumstances of our initially cordial conversation.
My void still loomed ominously over the horizon and despite that bright, chaotic light show, I never lost an inch of ground or power that still articulated in my veins. Still, I was impressed by how my body was vaporized out of existence nearly instantaneously.
"Heed me, O' Faerie King of the beyond… I wish to start over again with our conversation, but if thee does not trust mine own words still, then I will grant thou wish without payment." She said as she stepped forward to me, offering her palm as I looked at her.
"Persistent, are we? Even as you've already razed my body to nothing, you still wish for this farce to continue?" I ask as I look at her hand.
"Indeed." She said without hesitation this time as I sighed and touched her palm. "It is not that I believe thee had perished, if anything I thought thou would just take it without issue."
"Hm." I hummed as she nodded at me.
Then as soon as she did that action I felt a jolt course through my entire being, then I felt it…
No, I saw it…
In full picture and in full clarity the state of things when it came to the parasites. It was breathtaking as if seeing the existential visualization that Van Gogh would only approximate in his paintings. A lush and beautifully violent surge of abstracts that clashed with one another like the stars in the sky. They had voices as well, or as I said before approximations of emotions in their most diluted, nearly primal form…
And they all screamed at me.
In fear…
In confusion…
And best of all, in worry.
As soon as our hands separated, I looked at her as she looked upwards to the sky almost in thought. Her hair blew in the wind as the influence of my void came ever closer…
"Thou see the burden that I carry, yes?" she asked as I nodded, not ultimately caring but I nodded nonetheless after receiving so much information in nary a blink of a second. "It is so when the faeries grew restless after thy awakening. Blind and completely left without senses, they strive to assume control to unleash most of their power to the props they latch onto. Yet even that was deprived of their hands. They now stand, powerless, as craven chained to their feet and hands screaming desperately for the gallows to be halted on their behalf."
"They no longer had direct control or contact with the humans they connected with." I finished as she looked at me with a forlorn expression.
"Yes. They scream for the progenitor, the scion of their ilk to end the cycle prematurely and dissolve all contact from this world entirely, but even that was deprived of their reach. The progenitor, or at least part of him still mourns over the death of its wife, its mate and even if he hears the screams of the faeries around him, it will take time before he listens. Before he acts…"
"And time… is running out for them. Not because of the destruction of this world, but because of me." I said with a small feeling of elation in my heart as we both stared at the dimming sky.
"Precisely, but does thou understand the extent of said influence?"
"Enlighten me," I said as I crossed both my arms.
She then points towards the west. "Miles out there, the Bard that sings for the progenitor's ilk plays a song in hopes for someone out there to respond. Thou presence is of an alarm to them and desperately the Bard cannot get any of its songs out into the void. None shall hear him. None shall receive their silky voice no further as thou shroud grows heavy by the minute."
She then turns to me and raises the hand that we touched earlier. "He sings of the danger thou have wrought. Dear Queen Administrator, the faerie that once latched onto thy mortal form has grown dark, silent. All energy sapped from its body with nothing, not even evidence left of it ever functioning nor waking once more."
"I feel it, even as we touched hands briefly. Even as I stand in thy presence, that ever-growing darkness seeks to darken the court that willingly hid behind my graces in order to face thee. It is like an infection, a plague that seems to encroach upon us all and would sap the world entire once thee achieve thy goal at the end."
She then turns her head as we both look at the ever-enlarging void. "'Nothing' is truly a concept thou embodies well for anything subsumed by the Wyrm eliminates the faeries who fly too close to the edge."
"I'm flattered," I said as she frowned at me.
"Not even dear Shaper nor Demesnes-keeper were ever to escape such a faith. They are now dark, husks of their once vibrant forms. They were supposed to outlast them all at the very end, yet now they lay dormant, forever rid of life."
They sounded important. I never even came close to highlighting anyone in my journey thus far, but since they were all snuffed out before I could even barely recognize them, I reckoned that it spoke about the totality that would soon rid this world forever along with everything connected to it.
"Art thou ready once the progenitor takes notice? Even diminished in mind he remains, he will protect what he deems his territory." She asked of me as I looked at her.
"Ready? In some ways, yes though that doesn't really matter at all, I know about the consequences should the interloper from the stars tries to flee. Yet this world was already doomed even if I were not the one to do it."
"What does thee mean?"
"There is… a benefactor giving me the strength to do what I yearn to achieve for this world. I am not beholden to them, nor do I work under them, yet they assist me all the same. Their goal is the same as mine and they don't care whatever form that took to achieve it."
I see her eyes widen a bit, amused at my words. "Then this was decided long before I or anybody else was aware of. Truly… thou art an enigma, stranger from the beyond. Faerie King Oberon." She said with interest as I frowned at her.
"May I relay a few words to you? Briefly, in this case, to make me understand what your goal was in coming here, not as a messenger from the collective, but as something else entirely."
"You may." She said.
I looked at her as what little memories and emotions in her mind and soul were now starting to be clear to me.
I see a young girl, standing in the middle of a road, staring at the dark and cloudy sky as rain bathed her in a sense of nostalgia and elation. One would never notice her smile nor her feelings as her emotionless expression only kindled the same dissociation that she felt with the rest of the world…
I then remember myself when failure after failure I was reduced to nothing but a nude, pathetic little shell of life because of Britain…
And I realize that we were nearly the same in origin.
"You were once a child… lost in the world of established rules and foundations that you lost any sense of establishing or defining yourself against society. Yet once fate waylaid you with a higher purpose that became your foundation, that became your higher calling… yet underneath it all, you are lost still, correct?" I saw her for the first time looking discomforted as I continued on, not as a means to insult her but as a means of contemplation. "You still craved for someone to understand you, for someone to be like you because the whole world never truly made sense in the first place… You craved for something of meaning outside of it all because nobody was there to fill the void that existed in your whole life from the beginning."
"I… p-perhaps." She squeaked out.
"Nobody was there to hold your hand in the rain and say it's alright, that you belong."
She then looked at me after she sighed heavily…
"… And thou still yearns to see a person which does not exist. It's why thou art named Oberon?"
There was nothing further exchanged between the two of us as we stood there barely near each other as we both stewed in our thoughts.
As we both stewed in the flaws of our own existences.
The silence was deafening as I stared at the Void, the endless, forever void that held no meaning much like myself…
I turned back to her as the silence continued to reign and so that I could say something one more time before I could kill her on the spot with as much respect, as I could give to a foe…
… until I suddenly feel a very familiar aura of light and hope surround the area of death around us. Beside me, I felt her emotions turn to surprise as she spoke in a low tone.
"The Coruscant Knave… what business hath he to wield something foreign?"
Then the light flashed in intensity as I felt everything burn.
-27:36
AN: One more part to cap all of the setup off!