"Sensei…! No! TH-The Chroma is responding to- NO! SENSEI! SENSEII!"
Her screams fell onto deaf ears of the entity, the priests, and sensei himself.
"NO! NO! NOO! GO AWAY! PLEASE! IT- IT'S BECAUSE OF ME!"
Her pleas flowed endlessly without rest. Desperately clinging upon his dying body with a crushing, hopeless hug to keep him away from IT. From them.
From… herself?
Yet it was useless.
He was raised and plucked out from her hug. Lifted high into the sky, and down into the whispering, maddening abyss.
His body was dying.
Everything was a blur.
Yet, his tired eyes could barely see the white figures surrounding him.
"The Chroma has made contact with the Chest's master!"
"This is unexpected. Did the Chroma respond to their pain? Or…"
"That's impossible. He does not have the mystic, the terror, or the sublime!
There's no reason for The Chroma to make contact with such a worthless entity!"
"What is happening?"
"Is he going to be the Guide Of Chroma? Instead of the God of the Underworld?"
God… of the underworld? Haha… hah.
He could barely even fill his role as a teacher.
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand. But if we gain access to the chest… maybe we don't need to."
"I will make you The Guide Of Chroma as you desire, master of the chest."
The tendrils, the looming, whispering madness that had surrounded him, tightened its grasp.
"From now on, you shall be known as Phrenapates."
"But you won't be acting of your own volition! You're but a vessel, Guide of Chroma! You will represent the will of the nameless priests!"
"We'll make good use of the Chests' power."
"YOU WILL REGRET THIS DECISION FOR ETERNITY!"
The coils tightened, his body was torn apart, and his soul shattered.
Encased by a tomb of his own flesh and blood, before reinforced by iron.
Another part of his struggle.
His endless struggle to be someone that the students to look up to.
Every moment of waking up, was a struggle.
Every time he smiled, was a struggle.
Every time he offered his hand, was a struggle.
Every second of his life, was a struggle.
And yet,
He enjoyed every single second of it with his students.
He Enjoyed.
The Struggle.
For just few more hours with his precious students.
For him to fulfil his role as an adult.
And take.
Responsibility.
Doomed from the very start.
An idealistic fool he was.
YET RELENTLESS TILL THE END.
FACING THE STRUGGLE WITH GLEE
AND NOT A SINGLE REGRET.
DEATH?
GUIDE OF THE CHROMA?
SO.
FUCKING.
WHAT?
"hahaha… HAHAHA… AHAHAHAHA!"
"What?"
"Impossible!"
"This is, madness!"
"How?! HOW?!"
"This worthless entity is..?!"
"He's reforming!"
"He's rejecting the will!"
"He's gaining the sublime! Impossible!"
"Impossible!"
"Impossible!"
"Impossible!"
"HOW?!"
In the prison of flesh, his broken body crumbled, and his shattered soul reforming back onto one.
A soul that broke apart the vessel, broke apart the will, the nameless priests, and even the calls of The Chroma itself with thundering, mocking laughter.
He will do anything.
Everything.
All of it to protect his students.
To claim responsibility for everything that had gone wrong in this world.
And that is something those pieces of shit couldn't take away.
"This prison… to hold… ME?"
Anubis was trembling. Her eyes wide and lips agape like a goldfish. Mumbling and whispering words no one could hear, at first she was clinging to sensei as he was whisked away up and up into The Chroma and surrounded by the nameless priests. She screamed and begged onto the void for mercy, yet the void merely ignored her. No one came to her plea, no one... came for her help. Anubis eventually gave up.
Closing her ears as they whisper and chanted, blocking desperately the sounds of metal clasping, flesh tearing, and bones breaking. She doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want to think about it. It was her fault. Her fault. Her fault. All of it was her fault. She should've just died, now she was responsible for sensei's death as well.
The chanting continued as it pierced her ear drums, no matter what, she still... hear it. She screamed for it to stop... and it did.
Before eventually was replaced by a booming, distorted laughter.
Spreading through the sky, and exploding out like a cannon, a strike of a thunder, a mighty trumpet to bring attention at the coming of the apocalypse. A harbinger that could match even The Chroma itself.
Anubis' heart thumped against her ribs as the laughter continued, followed by the outrage coming from the priests.
What is happening? What on Earth... is happening?
The laughter was close to her heart. She knew who... who could laugh like that. But he's dead.
It's impossible. It has to be impossible!
So she opened her eyes... to see The Chroma's distorted, blank, empty void churned and swirled as if it was trying its best to keep something... contained. Another swirl, another twist in the outer layer of the entity as it spun and spun... before it erupted into a blinding flash of pure white light. A light of WILL. PURE UNFLICHING WILL.
She shrieked as as the light came down and broke away the endless night, tossing away the darkened skies, forcibly closing her eyes from the brilliance emanating from The Chroma.
What happened? Did The Chroma has taken sensei?! Did something gone wrong?
Thousands of questions without answers rushed deep into her brain. She tried to struggle and open her eyes, yet the spiteful light kept them closed. Ten seconds, fifteen, twenty. She counted down as the light dimmed along with her numbers. Forty, Fifty. The light no longer burned her eyelids.
Footsteps thumping towards her.
"No... No... No..."
Her eyes snapped open, as she tried to reach for her gun... yet it was too late.
Infront of her, stood a tall entity.
Transparent and faceless, with red veins heading straight into its beating heart.
Radiating blue with power and strength even beyond her imagination.
And above its head,
a pure white halo came to life.
PRIME/THIRD
RESPONSIBILITY OF AN ADULT
"Impossible."
"Impossible."
"Impossible."
"Impossible."
"Impossible!"
Repeated the nameless priests as they screamed in disbelief, horror, and rage.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
"HOW DID YOU DO THIS?!"
"HOW DO YOU DENY THE WILL OF THE CHROMA?!"
"YOU ARE MEANINGLESS! INSIGNIFICANT AND UTTERLY WORTHLESS!
SO HOW?!"
"HOW?!"
"HOW?!"
HOW?!"
"HOW DID YOU BECOME SO MUCH MORE?!"
"Hmm… does it matter?"
The transparent entity spoke up as he raised his hands, in a mocking gesture as he tried to keep his amusement at bay, judging by the tone of his voice
"I have slept for long enough. Kivotos had long suffered from my absence,
And I am EAGER to mend what has been broken. The innocence of youth,
and old dreams that had been utterly desecrated."
Anubis crawled back, her heart beating with each syllable leaving the entity's throat. Her expression permanently locked into a mixture of horror and confusion.
Who- what... Is this t-the effects of Chroma to sensei? Is this... even sensei?
"However, the blood of my students stains your hands,
and that is something I can't turn a blind eye to."
He turned back.
Watching he trembling God of Death as she flinched at his faceless form. Raising her arms to protect her head as her legs wouldn't dare to lift her up from the damp concrete. The thing did not look at her with contempt, there is no burning retribution of a soul screaming for revenge, blood, and her head displayed on a pike.
No... there was only pride and joy.
Walking close, he stroked her head before reaching down for the broken tablet she shot earlier. Three holes marred the device. It should be dead, broken, and absolutely unsalvageable. Yet sensei still took it all the same. Dusting the screen and stroking it gently as it came back to life.
The black screen flashed azure and the logo of SCHALE returned.
Though he had no hate for Anubis, the latter couldn't be said to for the men in masks. The entity clenched his fists, gripping the tablet that had been his dear companion ever since day one tightly, never wanting to let it go. Hatred and wrath coursing through his crimson veins as boiling blood circulated from his heart to the rest of his transparent body.
"And so, before I rebuild Kivotos brick by brick, I will I tear down everything you have made,
CRUSH The Nameless Gods…
and all of you will do as an appetizer."
That was no empty threat. No false promise, no trickery.
It was cold hard fact.
No matter what hate and rage the nameless priests had for him, what is burning bright as much as his soul was a thousand times more potent. They hurt his students, they destroyed his home, and most of all... they dare made Shrioko cry.
Abandoning reason, and abandoning thought, the entity pointed a finger to them.
"Come forth, child of The Chroma.
Come forth... and,
DIE."
MYSTIC / FIRST
EMBODIMENT OF FAITH AND HOPE:
SENSEI PRIME
Author's note.
I've been replaying ULTRAKILL and this shit came up when I was showering lmao. Sorry not sorry.
I just want to let it out for y'all to see as a miniature gift. Plus, it's good to draw again after awhile of not touching my tablet.
Tell me what you think~
Also listen to Sisyphus' Prime Ost when the title appears. LMAO.
Edit: Fuck, I want to make this into a series now. Maybe later.
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