A/N: Well, One with Spirits really didn't get the feedback I was hoping for...T_T

Warning. This one's got an edge to it.

I really don't feel right. Is this what depression feels like? Or is it apathy? Not sure. I'm swinging between that and anger, getting annoyed by the strangest things.

Either way, I feel...off. Been feeling out of it these past few days.

Really, I WANTED to update "Edge" today, but that would've meant a rushed chapter and 2k less words. Also wanted to finish "Berserker" and "Caster" today, but that didn't work out either. I'll figure out something later. Not sure right now. Just wanna sleep, but I sodding CAN'T because of work.

Really need to find something to perk me up soon, I don't like feeling this way...T_T

As ever, I own no references, quotes, themes or memes.

They're tributes to those better and I, one and all.

Now then, hope you enjoy this little AU.

A fragment that may or may no be.

Well? Should it be a story?

Its just a draft...

"They say a gods goal is to guide. To raise and rear their children. Their creations.

But you have to let them make mistakes too, you know.

And when they really screw up? You deal with it.

After all, I am their-

~?

Creator

...I taught you boys better than this."

The God of the Light wasn't one to flinch easily. He who could unmake worlds with naught but a thought had only one equal on Remnant, his brother. If one could compared them to predators and Remnant an ecosystem, they stood at the apex. Neither had anything to fear from their creations...

.

..

...and yet he felt fear now.

He had but to glance at his brother to know he felt it too; to see him kneeling in the starry void, debasing himself just as he had.

In hindsight, the reason reason was obvious. It was all that woman's fault. She'd tricked them. They'd cursed her. She'd rebelled out of spite. Turned their own creations against them. In retaliation, they'd plucked magic from the world, devastated its population and left, shattering the moon as they went. That had been...what, millennia ago? Or was it a few weeks? Light couldn't recall. Time meant much to mortals, yet little to a god. Still, they had abandoned their world, their Remnant, leaving it to its own paltry devices.

In time, Light had resurrected a certain Mortal and tasked him to undo the damage done by the Woman.

It was too much to hope "He" wouldn't discover their duplicity. And "He" had.

Even a god has a beginning. Something cannot born from nothing.

They were no exception to this ironclad rule.

They were the Brother Gods after all.

Their sire sat before them now, legs crossed beneath him, ringed staff laid crosswise in his lap. If he was Light, and his brother Darkness, then the being before them was something between. Though leagues smaller than them, neither made a move against him. They couldn't. They absolutely did not dare. Were one to squint in the light-that-was-not-light and the shadow-that-was-not-shadow which comprised his body, they might see a vague humanoid form. Whiskered cheeks, a horned head. Eyes both blue and yet a pale white. Whiskered cheeks dimpled in a stern frown.

"Where did I go wrong?" the figure bemoaned, touching one hand to his cheek and shaking his head. "You wanted independence. I gave you it. I thought it would be a learning experience...

"Father-

"QUIET."

An unseen pressure brought him low, smashing his horned skull into a nearby sun. It guttered out, leaking plasma, spelling death for every planet in its orbit. With a snap of his fingers, "Father" corrected his mistake. In an instant the sun was restored and every life returned to its proper place, none the wiser of that which had transpired.

Light righted himself with a chagrined sigh, uninjured, but humbled all the same. "Was that really necessary?"

"You hid this from me for ten thousand years. That's the least of your punishment."

Darkness dared to laugh at his plight. "You had that coming...

"I'm sorry," Father rounded on him for it. "I'm sorry, did I say something you found funny?!" Now it was his younger brother who found himself caught in his crosshairs. "Your broke the moon! Do you have an idea how that affect the planet you abandoned?!"

"No...?"

"Of course not. Look here." he directed their gaze to the planet below. "Tell me what you see."

Light followed his brother to look upon the world below. Much to his chagrin, he realized it was indeed the planet they'd abandoned so long ago. Remnant. Though their civilization had evolved, Nothing had changed. The Relics had not been collected, Ozma and Salem's shadow war persisted, and yet the people went on, ignorant to all but...No, wait. He told a lie. There had been a change. He'd overlooked it.

Confusion bloomed in him. "You've repaired the moon? After so long? Why? I do not understand. What purpose does repairing it serve?"

Father's staff flicked out, poking his chest. "The beginning of your atonement. You're both going down there."

"Atone?!" Darkness bridled. "For what?! The woman tricked us!"

"Of course she did." Father tutted as he hadn't since they were very small. "You were children at the time. And like children, you threw a tantrum. Neither of you learned from your mistake that day."

Shame burned through Light. Even so tried to rally. "The cycle of life and death-

"Will not break from one resurrection, as you well know." despite his lack of height, the glowing blond drew himself up to glower at them. It was more than he'd moved in the last millennia. The very act stilled them. "Your brother's sin was Wrath, and yours, Pride. Mine was Sloth. You failed to understand the values I instilled in you." His shoulders drooped. "And I didn't realize until now. The failure is mine as much as yours I failed. Seems I'm not a very good God after all...

Darkness growled. "The woman deserves her curse! She should suffer!"

Glowing eyes narrowed. "Is that your final answer?"

Light shook his head fervently. "Not at all!"

His little brother ignored him. "It is!"

...alright." Father smiled then; the first true smile Light had seen since he was but a boy sitting on his knee. It terrified him. "Been awhile since I had a good prank." His voice sounded rougher, looser somehow, eons of age sloughing off his body as he climbed to his feet. "We'll do this the hard way then...

He thrust his staff at them. Turned it in the air like a key.

Weakness hit him in a rush.

Their world blurred.

A/N: Really not feeling well...

Soooo? Should this be a story? Once again! This is an AU.

Hoe someone, somewhere, enjoyed this. I just don't know anymore these days.

So...in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review...Would You Kindly?

No previews. Too out of it.

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