The Dream and the Apocrean [Fanfiction]
Sun, 11/24/2013 - 15:58
They never left.
Once upon a time, there was a Snarbolax. He thought of himself as a guardian of divinity, the great Holder of Sanctuary. He was purified by a Valkyrie, and given gifts over the pool that wraps around the Alchemy Machine, or in this case, his Structure. He believed in Alice, the one who dreamed this world and him into existence. He was hunted by the Swarm, the Sanctuary being his refuge and his damsel in distress. He was in love once, and continued his existence for the sake of seeing that love again. But, in the end, he locked himself in the Core with her, and never awoke to see the real world. He had never asked to be remembered or thanked for his selflessness, and when he finally went to sleep in the Core, not one remembered him.
There was once a man named Xindao. He was a Valkyrie, but of nothing pure. He had been an Almirian as well, and had seen the day that the great Vanaduke, or his father, took the city away. He escaped, and found himself to not age yet continued as a mortal. He hid deep in the Clockworks, and once found a Valkyrie of absolute purity. He implanted memories of his sister into her memories, and memories of him too. And it happened that he had succeeded. He was supposedly her brother, as she was supposedly his sister. He did this out of madness, out of the pain of being alone. He did this so he would cease to hurt. And in the end, he couldn't live with his lie, and became a part of the Swarm forever.
There was a sprite. His power and thoughts ran on his constant meal of blood. He needed it to sustain his life and that of his living weapons. He could have been a murderous psycopath, or the kindest and most brilliant person alive. He saw the stars in his head, giving way to thoughts of the entire universe. He could see the tiniest animals and the largest solar systems all at once. He simply stopped one day because of his brilliance and his discord. He let himself drop out of existence. Nothing could compare to anything anymore.
There was a Stranger. Equinox was his name. He was childlike at times, and a leader at others. He had a gift of the elements, shocking and stunning, freezing and burning, poisoning and cursing. He was neglected as a child and as an adult, being ignored for his heroism. He never maintained one friend, all were only his allies. He fought alongside them in any case, treated their wounded, guarded them, killed with them. But he found he was neglected and always would be. And in that case, he walked down a one-way road that day, walked far and wide. He is the Wanderer, and he is the Mage. And he hasn't been seen for so long...
There was Anubis. He aspired to be a hero. He tried his hardest. He gave his all. He could solve any problem. All if he'd been given a chance. One chance. He needed one chance. None were given. He was ready to save lives. He was ready to hunt for food. He'd even be a medic if he had to be. He wanted it more than any other would. He did is all. But it didn't matter. He was never given a chance. He was ignored and neglected and never had a friend in the world other than his master, Seatus, the Snarbolax. Seatus cared for him like a father would have. Anubis was blind to his importance to Seatus, and instead sacrificed his life to a sword that would only be used in heroism by another. His soul torn in two, it flew up and into the stars...
There was a mortal god. He had been shunned by the gods, even Alice turned her back on him. No one knows why. He was intelligent, he was kind. But something was always off. He seemed to hide his real self from the world. He once saw a woman of purity, and loved her more than life itself. He once danced with her upon a mountaintop of hell, and sought to become her love as well. But her heart had only felt for him once. She too turned her back on him. She knew something was off. The mortal god deemed himself Rabbit, and he served his white queen even though one felt for her and she felt for him back. The god was alone in the universe. His heart could not yearn for any other except her. When he realized he could not have her, he couldn't deal with it. He blamed himself, because it wasn't her, she was flawless in his eyes. It was what was wrong with him. He had a darkness in him no one could imagine. He faced the Swarm, and in disgust of himself threw his body into it. He was just like it, he might as well join it. His godliness never left the Swarm. If you look into the eyes of a Swarm, you can see his face covered in shadows, staring blankly back. Of course he could leave, but he felt he deserved this...
There was a princess. She was exiled from her kingdom for the things she saw. Her father had turned into a beast, feeding and drinking the flesh and blood of innocent peasants who had come to help. His soul crumbled, until it was nothing. He fed off of the village like they were cattle, and even the God the man worshipped turned his back to the man, and the man was no longer that image of which he worshiped. His body dissolved into an empty black. The princess was horrified, and didn't return to the kingdom. She sought out a game of death in which she could win and return to reclaim her kingdom from the beast. She only made it so far before being captured by someone or something, and hasn't been seen since that day.
These stories. They no longer matter. All have disappeared. All have been forgotten. No one was given what they wanted. Light doesn't shine down for those it was never meant to shine over. Destiny is set. Destiny is cruel. Destiny is all that's left in times of nothingness. Souls break. Goals are lost. And the world of wherever you stand continues to revolve around it's ball of hot gas. But there is an exception. Destiny does not hold everything in it's grasp. Destiny cannot begin to hold onto something as magic as an idea, or a thought. No, it cannot understand such a concept. The thing that all imagination manifests into. Dreams. But what if, say, a dream came to life? A living dream, that could breathe and speak and move. A dream that could also dream, and dream up another dream of a whole other life? What if that came to life within something that could move in and out of other dreams? What possibilities? Destiny, as I said before, cannot begin to grasp the subject of dreaming because dreams have no destiny. Dreams have nothing they need to follow...and dreams are whimsical and unique to all...
This is the Dream of the Core, and it is shared between the Core and the Snarbolax Seatus and whatever else may lie within. It is shared between them like a string weaved through the bars of a loom. This dream has a name that cannot be spoken. This is the dream of the beginning and end. The start and finish. The life and death of all. But if that dream is alive, does it dream of itself? We may never know...
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Sun, 11/24/2013 - 22:05
#2
Chapter 2
The Dream is Awake
I feel...out of place. Only a moment ago, I thought I was nothing. That's also strange, I can think! And the nothing turned into something! Light! Shadows! Dearest Dragon, I wonder if I am dead or alive! I'm supposed to be neither! All these feelings are in me, and I don't know how they got there. It was completely dark only moments ago! I stretch out, and find limbs and a body, and the fact I can simply stretch! I feel a pain in my...I think it's called a stomach. I must be...hungry! That's the word! Oh wait...I remember something! The lights on my wrist were red! The rest is such a blur. I look down. Oh my! I am an Apocrean! This isn't what I thought I would be at all! Wait, thought? I knew about this? I knew how I would be like this? This is just the strangest thing in all the world! I feel...confused!
I am in a cell. This is not how I thought it would be like to be alive at all. There it is again! I must be keeping secret from myself. That part of my brain is keeping that memory from me. It must be too much for me to handle. I move my arms again, and this time when they contract to the sides of my body, a vibrant blue laser erupts from the wall, paralyzing my movement. I attempt to move, but find it impossible. I try my legs, but it seems they each have lasers on them as well. Only my head seems capable of moving, along with the neck, of course.
Ew, this is all so strange. I blink a few more times before searching my brain. A seemingly infinite ocean of consciousness greets me. This is good. I need the infinity, because I am taking up most of it. I shake my head, and regain a certain aspect I woke up without: Knowledge. I sit still. Let's see, the Apocreans are known for creating dark machines and harvesting souls to feed their Void. They do this out of...amusement or respect for the Void. Or the Void employed them, or enslaved. Their home world is that which holds hell...
The door creaks open. A Spiral Warden walks in, followed by two others. The words leave their tongues, "We are here to take you directly to Spiral HQ. Get up now, and make no move, Apocrean scum." I stand as they ask, and follow behind them in a fashion that would be strange for anyone witnessing it. I widely lift my legs, and walk with a childish spring. They say nothing of it, but I could tell they're humiliated to be caught seeing, no, escorting such an act. As we arrive, I'm shoved to the ground before a long table of Spiral Elite. I grab the edge of the table, trying to stand when a shoe lands on my back. I make no move, instead waiting for someone to call them on it. Funny, no one does. "Can you get yourself off of me before I do it for you?" The guard snorts at my delivered question. I sigh, and proceed to grab his foot and tug him straight into the ground. I get up to see all the Spiral Elite pointing guns at my face. "Whoa, hey, I was simply defending myself from him. He had his foot on me, and I got it off. My stars, you people need to get your act toge~"
"Shut up." A bullet dashes for my knee. I snatch it. "A bullet? That's so rude though..." I toss the bullet onto the table. "Listen, I'm just here to be interrogated, after that I have my own schedule that concerns none of you. Can we just get this along please." I put my hands on the table to show with my body language that I mean diplomacy. "Where are we anyway? I remember nothing except my being exiled." I raise my wrist, showing them the red lights. No one says anything...their fingers hold the trigger and aim on me steadily. I drop my wrist. Something isn't right...oh wait...
I wasn't supposed to catch the bullet.
A cloaked figure stands behind me. Tall, but the cloak falls around it thin. A long, bony, blackened arm reaches out, and touches my shoulder. "Be safe..." A voice thunders in my head. The cloak and arm fold into itself until the figure is gone, and gunfire goes off behind me, bullets falling dead off of my armor. I turn around. "Let's talk." I say discreetly, as they gawk in shock of my survival. None of them seem to have noticed the figure. Maybe he stopped time? I have no idea. A lady in glasses addresses me. "I am Kora. We want to know your name, and why you came to Cradle when the rest of your kind has already left or died."
I think of a name that would suit me. The name of an angel, the name meaning "God's knowledge" "I am Sorush. And in all honesty, I am not like the rest of the Apocrea. Rather, I didn't choose to be born in this body, but I do choose who I am. Tell me Kora, what is this Cradle?"
She looks concerned about me, but stands, and walks over. She grabs my arm as the one remaining conscious guard follows us down the hall to the Technician Room. We enter, and a projector slides down and flickers on. The room has trainees sitting in seats directly in front of us. The show begins, and information pours from the narrator's mouth as I listen closely...
Mon, 11/25/2013 - 16:51
#3
Chapter 3.5
Enter the Apocrea
"So...Sorush. You claim you don't know how you got here. Coorect?"
"Yes, that is true, Kora."
"But how do you suppose we trust you?"
"Well, the Apocrea are cruel creatures. Cold creatures. If they were defeated here, they will see no point in coming back. So why would another return if they are all so cold? That means I am neither cold nor a threat. Kora, I don't know where I came from, what my purpose is, or my personality. I need a chance. PLEASE give me that chance."
I watch her eyes fill with concern. "I'll need to speak with the others. Please excuse me." I watch her walk off. What are they going to do with me? Throw me in with the other Knights or execute me? I walk nervously in circles outside the door to the technician room. I feel confusion...logic is telling me they will come to an impass and lock me up somewhere secret. Fear tells me they'll execute me. But as I wait there at their mercy, hope tells me I'll be given citizenship. A pass to live. As I stand there, an alarm sounds. Blurry shapes appear from nowhere, looking like...
"APOCREA!"
Guards run down the hallway, shooting at them and me. These Apocrea have Devotion robes on, mocking my Influence robe. I dodge the bullets lightning fast, snatching them at godspeed, and throwing them with just as much momentum as I was going, at the other Apocrea, who seem to be dodging their way toward me.
Mon, 11/25/2013 - 17:28
#4
Chapter 4
Enter the Apocrea II
I run toward the Apocrea, sliding under one and standing. I throw the sword at them, and it sails quickly through the air. To my shock, they deflect it just as quickly as I dodge the bullets being shot at me now. Oh god, I stuttered in my thoughts...what's that warm~I'm bleeding on my shoulder...that bas**** shot me with his gun! I feel their arms grab my own roughly and we are suddenly teleported out of the current space and into that of the Apocrea. They toss me to the ground, and I feel as though their mercy is not that of pity, but that of disrespect and disgust. I look up at an Apocrean royal, his wings spreading equally as long as his body. A crown elongates in elaborate branches, sitting on his head. We are on a plateu, but it isn't terribly wide. Purple mist originates in front of the royal, as it spreads across the plateu and falls from the cliff, continuing on for as far as the eye can see. Behind the royal, there are other far off plateu's with royal's of the same rank as he, and the plateu's seem to form a cross. At the intersection, high up in the air, a star radiating darkness instead of light looms above the plain below.
I decide to speak to break the silence. "What would you want with me?" I lay there as confused as I had woken up. If I am in front of an Apocrea royal, I am either important or a threat. I look at all around me. Could I take them on? Could I escape this plain? I looked at the cliff edge. If I wasn't killed back there, then they certainly won't want me doing this!
I jump high, almost flying, onto the royal's high throne. I jump onto the head of the seat and look below. This could be fun! I jump, falling and falling down. As I fall peacefully parallel to the smog, I grin. This is the most serenity I have had ever felt. But this was my only life. A life I've been living only these past seven hours. As I face the bottom, a chilling corpse floats to it's surface. I can sense it's misery, it's pain. It's immortal...Oh god, it's immortal! "Puny mortal, you cannot escape the Eyes in which hunt you down. They know what you've done isn't sacred. They will hunt you and hunt you..." I scream and held my arms before my face as the corpse spoke in agony, black tentacles moving through it's exposed bone ribs. It gave it's last scream, only something similar to a whistle, and is covered in tentacles within seconds. The tentacles, covered in blood, move away from the place the corpse used to be. With my face still covered, I go into fetal position while falling through the air..
I land on the ground where I had originally vanished from. The hall was empty. Like...nothing had happened. I see the door Kora was in open, and she steps out. I hurriedly get up off the floor. After giving me a strange look, she reports, "We've decided to give you training before putting you in with the Knights. Congratulations, welcome to the Spiral Order." I thank her several times before she stops me and leads me into the cell where I was before. "We'll get you into the barracks tomorrow. Sleep well, Sorush" I thank her twice more before falling asleep...
Mon, 11/25/2013 - 19:31
#5
Chapter 5
One Year Later
I run through the level on solo. The recon team is going to be Chromalisk food unless I get there in time. I dash past a pack of Wolvers, and spin on my toes, shield bashing them. I circle behind them, and hack away with my Obsidian Edge, a weapon I learned to manifest myself. I use the souls of monsters to keep it from destroying itself. I stand only for a moment at the dead pack before sprinting. A Lumber smashes down on my leg, and I pull out from under it's arm, on one knee. I pull out my Carbine andshoot frantically. I am lucky enough for it to fall. I swallow a capsule, and my leg heals instantaneously. I jump up, and start sprinting again, I holster the gun, and see the party up ahead. I skid on the ground, and stop before the team. A doctor layed on the ground with a severed leg, and he was bleeding hastly. I kneel down.
"He's dying. Isn't there anythingwe can do?!" A woman sits at his side sobbing. "He's my child's grandpa! Please, PLEASE don't tell me to let go of him!" She slumps over crying. I don't know what to do. This man...he had lived his life. It's heartbreaking to watch. I turn away, my shoulders heavy. I came too late...I...I can't help him. "I'm so sorry..." I wont let them see the tear that falls from the base of the mask...no, that would make them feel worse about the situation. I hear the shaking gun before I see it. It's aimed directly at my head. The woman must be upset. I sigh as her sobbings turn into chokes between her speech. "Apocrean. This...IS ALL YOUR FAULT! You came here late ON PURPOSE! WELL IF YOU DON'T HELP HIM, I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT OF YOUR SKULL, APOCREA SCUM!" I spin around, throw the gun at her feet, and shove her back. "You don't know what it's like to be discriminated even though your heart is in it more than anyone else's. You don't know what it's like to be alone. I soloed this mission not by choice. My team that I was assigned to refused to work with me. So I blew ahead of the missions while they are still struggling to get in and out of Gremlin zones. Every night I return to the cell I arrived in when I joined the Spirak Order, just because the others accuse me of attacking them at night when they're wounding themselves because they are jealous of my exceeding talents. Maybe you think I'm scum. I know I'm not. But you were willing to murder an innocent person. How does that make you better?"
She keeps a steady glare. She's not regretful of her actions. I move around her and into the arena blocking their path. A Lumber and a Wolver pack appears. I sprint toward them, jumping and flipping. As I come down, the back edge of my sword slices into the Lumber. I wave my sword, and a wave of tentaces rips at them with their serrated edges. I stab into a Chromalisk as one bites me and one spits firey ooze on my right side. I wince, and stab into the Lumber behind me. It falls, making no sounds. I hack away at th Chromalisks until they lay on the ground dying. I turn to the party behind me, and bow in sarcasm. They walk past me, whispering amongst each other. I lift up my watch, and as "Mission Completed" flickers on, I am transported out of the Clockworks...
Mon, 11/25/2013 - 20:13
#6
Well then...
You guys choke on that heap of text, and I will be back later to see if you're alive. Then I'll give ya more.
Mon, 11/25/2013 - 21:04
#7
I lied.
Yeah, no, I will type and type until this is acknowledged ^-^
Mon, 11/25/2013 - 21:34
#8
Chapter 6
Developements
I walk down the long hallway toward the door at the end. As I walk, everyone quiets down to a whisper. I've ripped monsters' hearts out to deserve this respect. It's nice to know they understand. I enter Kora's office, a nice white marble room with extremely white chairs separated by a desk. I sit before Kora, grasping my hands in my lap. "Well done on your last mission, Sorush. I am pleased to know I can rely on you to fulfill these missions no other can. You'll get a raise."
"I want a funeral for the doctor."
She looks at me, but nods from a year of getting to know me. "Very well. I'll get preparations~
"I also want my raise to go to the daughter of the doctor."
"Sor, you can't be serious! You'll look even more vulnerable! What about the gang~"
"I don't care. She is a single mother. She needs it more than I. And the gang can go to hell. I might blow them there myself."
She looks down at her desk. "Oh. Well, I suppose if that's how you feel..."
"It is."
"Very well then."
She types in a quick evaluation, taps the documents to straighten them on her desk, and opens her drawer on her desk to set it in the folder I know is labeled "Sorush". I wonder if she has any other documents I don't know about in there, when the door opens. I see it's guards. What are they doing here? It's half-past 2 p.m. and lunch was an hour ago for Kora. "We have a breach in the security grid." We follow them to the technician room, walking into the door in the back. On the other side is a room lined with people on computers and a hologram of Cradle hovering between all of them. On the hologram, a mountain on the other side of the globe is tipped with red like a bloody spike. My eyes widen. "That's some security breach!" I hover over the globe, and select the area. "Mount Vog has never been very threatening in the past of Cradle. Why would that change now...?"
The guard replies as if he has been waiting for this question. "We are uncertain, but it might be linked to the recent Swarm rioting in their containment areas and/or the Undead and Devilite cooperations. We just don't know how they're linked."
"Have you tried relationships? Vog is a beast god of fire. That's an assumption that he is related to the Underworld and death. Which means Devilites and Undead."
Mon, 11/25/2013 - 22:28
#9
Hm...
Tut-tut. You're rusty.
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 11:00
#10
Oh my...
WELL THEN! I NEVER~
Jk. You're the first critique. ^-^. Better that than nothing at all.
I may be rusty, but I am just warming up in a series of little descriptions. More and better is to come...
Dear Treasure Vault,
Believe in me.
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 11:30
#11
Chapter 7
Monsters Under the Bed
"Well, I guess that may be. We'll set it as a theory for now. The Recon Squa~" Kora is interrupted by a short but small beep, followed by five beeps. Someone near us sitting at a computer reports, "Recon Squad is off the grid." Just then, the red spot at Mount Vog widens at least by 280 miles, showing about three quarters of a centimeter wider. I wonder what that could be? Some kind of crack, maybe an expanding chasm? Or...a legion? "I'm going to my quarters to think this through. Kora, report for me if any developments or missions come up." I walk out of the door, the eyes of everyone following me.
I reach for the hilt of my sword, rubbing the handle affectionately. For the crap I go through every day, I take it out in the training area. They've had to rebuild a dozen times because of me and my issues with everyone unable to deal with me. I turn the corner, my cell up ahead. I press a pad a good distance away from the door, and hurriedly walk in as the bars fall suddenly behind me. They've let me decorate the cell because of my exile from the barracks. The shaggy carpet, the comfy bed against the right wall, and the weights at the opposite wall. Along the wall of the door, however, are buckets of paint cans.
Murals cover the very wall they're against, with a red three-eyed pair of eyes and a black mouth painted over the cell door. A princess in a black dress twirls on the left side of the wall, a blue figure with a green aura wields an axe and wrist-mounted gun, each spurting red paint, on the right wall. A rabbit-eared man crouches on the top right of the wall, while a man with an eye-covering chapeau wields guns on the top left wall. A single angel is above my bed though. The second mural to be off the original wall. The other wall held the first one to be off, it was a boy in a long coat, holding a black bird in his left hand and a white bird in his right. His eyes were a shade of silver I had actually asked a blacksmith to melt down from a silver cup that was given to me while I was still an untrusted prisoner in the cell.
I flop down on the bed, my arms touching the floor. I press a button next to my bed, activating a black shield across the bars of the cell to prevent violation of privacy, and flick a lock on my mask under my hood. Apocrea aren't supposed to have faces, but I found I could materialize myself a body. The armor is the closest thing most Apocrea come to a body, since they are always in that dream-like realm of theirs. I open the mask, and the smog that was previously there joins into skin. It's one I thought I like, I designed it myself. It's a light violet hue, with black hair that highlights a blue sheen. My eyes open, and dark amethysts appear, almost bottomless. As I remove the back half of the mask to let my hair breath, a noise under my bed stops me...
I slowly move to the opposite end, bending down until what's under there is revealed...
Oh my Vog...
The last thing I remember is a loud explosion, me being flung to the opposite wall, and a towering black figure standing there, hooded, with a long claw pointing at me as the fire explodes again...
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 19:14
#12
Chapter 8
Burns
The night before. There was someone standing there...this wasn't an act of hate. This was a warning of concern. My eyes flutter open...wait, no, there are no eyes. I'm in smog form. I sit up, reach over to my right side, and snatch the helmet. I put down the hood, running a hand through my hair. I open and close my mouth. I move the rest of my body too. Nothing seems to be hurting. I hear the door click, and hurriedly place the helmet over my head, setting in all the clasps. I get up and bow to Kora. She looks out into the hall and slams the door. "Sorush! Shame on you! You shouldn't be moving!" She tries pushing me back, shoving at my chest. I stand still, looking down at her. "Relax. I'm unharmed." I repeat, patting her head. She stops and squints at me. "What the hell did you just do?"
"I patted your head."
"Don't ever do that again."
"Roger."
She squints at me one last time, the relaxes, patting my chest. She turns to the door, but I touch her shoulder. "Kora, can I inspect my room?" She turns her head slightly. "Fine. I suppose it can't do much harm." Her head turns back to the door. "Don't get too relaxed though." She quickly walks to the door, stepping out and walking away. I folllow suit, turning and walking to my room. A herd of detectives greets me, and I open the door by pressing on the button. As I walk in, my concern is the murals. My only friends, they are all charred. Silhouettes of what they previously were. A condensation on my mask causes a single violet tear to drip out of one of the mask lenses. My idea of crying, I suppose. I walk out and run to the faculty room, looking in on the television in the corner. Bombings all around the city. Traces of fiery energy in buildings shows as the red lights crawl like bugs in the ruin.
I walk back into the hall. It all obviously has to do with Vog. And if he thinks his miles of underground and lake of fire will hold me back from the truth, then he must be an imbecile.
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 20:07
#13
o.o
Is it really that bad?
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 20:15
#14
Try writing in third person. ;)
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 20:40
#15
Ewww
Why would I do that? It doesn't give an inner look at all Q_Q
When I first wrote my story, I used present tense and first person. Now I can't seem to stop...
I'm scared to write in third person Q_Q
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 20:53
#16
@Seatus
You don't necessarily have to forfeit the "inner look" when you write in third person.
Maybe use italics to write first-person thoughts and/or narration when needed.
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 21:21
#17
Chapter 9
New Gods
(I'm going to try this third-person you speak of Q_Q)
(I'll look for reviews from others)
Deep within the ground, where the sun has neglected to shine, something stirs. A dark chamber forms above, obsidian seats rising out as a sanctum is formed in the dark of the Clockworks. Under the fires of the Firestrom Citadel, the sphere is bathed in red. Dark beings fill the chamber, and the light of a sprite shines on their forms as it made it's way to the center of the room. Nervously clearing his throat, the sprite's voice rang through the air like chimes on a mildly windy day, "Could I have everyone's attention? Good. Now, recent developements have concluded that the threat of the Apocrea have dissipated, though the Void has promised nothing. The subjects of Cradle are now stable for testing once more. Next, there appears to be something wrong with Mount Vog. It's been acting up with Devilites as of late."
"What of the black rain? Is it of blame?" A golden-haired woman stands, her blue dress both peaceful yet shimmering images of madness. By her side a white and red Snarbolax stands, following the acts of his master. He seems distant, as if only working on impulse while his mind was elsewhere...
"The rain is not of concern. Though I am indeed worried. Too many Devilites could result in no test subjects, or subjects of unstable condition." A woman with a dripping red dress and long red hair stands, her dress dripping a questionable red substance. Her hair is weaved in red roses, constantly slithering in her hair. She grins that of someone who just completed a major triumph. Or someone who successfully pulled off a perfect crime.
"Well that wouldn't be good for me. Psycopaths are the only entertainment left in this bloody world." Thanatos stands, cloaked in a black garb that draped across his body, black armor beneath. A Gran Faust was sheathed across his back. By his side, a boy with a broad-rimmed hat stood, a dark violet intermixing with black painted across his outfit, a black poncho and jeans with violet shoes. Dual guns holstered in his belt, shining and glistening in dark beauty. His eyes showed a bottomless pain that could drive people to death...which is why he was chosen by Thanatos. He's a tool for "causing" entertainers.
"So we're supposed to just wait it out and let our tests die?" The red one asks in fury.
"No no no, we have options! The security system..." The sprite stuttered in uncertainty, rubbing a hand through his blue hair.
"Bah! They won't retreat down here. They suffer enough on trips alone" Thanatos said in a reminiscent tone.
"The other gods seem distant this meeting. Maybe we should sceme another time." The Snarbolax whispers in Alice's ear.
"So be it..."
They all must have come to the same conclusion, because they all vanished like shadows in random order. The room, empty, burned a bright red and melted, joining the fire beneath.
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 21:26
#18
There
It was painful to write, but I got it done. I kept having to change present tones like stutters into stuttered and so on and so forth. It does give obvious hints...I do have to say it felt a bit more open than first-person.
I feel like my old fans would enjoy this, not so much the rest of this "new" Treasure Vault population.
Vinnydime even concluded I was rusty. I mean, that makes it sound like THAT was his most optimistic opinion. Like telling me I'm in shape, it's just feeling like sugarcoating. XD
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 21:54
#19
Been a while..
Back from the dead are we now Seatus? Good to see u back bro... Finally some good fanfics can be made
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 22:33
#20
^-^
Oh Hyiaku, I thought we both knew Hell couldn't contain a beast like me.
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 23:05
#21
True enough ...
Still, haven't seen u post in a while, thought maybe u gave up fate fan fiction of a snarbolax. Still good to see u.. Check out my prologue of the fanfic I'm working on..Downfall Of Haven will be successful I kno it.
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 23:26
#22
Chapter 10
A Presence
As I turn to go, a darkness fills my heart and soul with the dread of hell. I feel haunted, like something terrible is observing me from a place where it can give me endless torture, and I cannot stop it's plot. My steps echo in the hall, everyone turning their eyes to me. Yes, look at me. Look how this man you call a miscreant excels in challenges none of you could ever face. I spin on my heel and am met with a gun pointed to my head.
"What is the meaning of this?" I tilt my head playfully. A teenager stands there looking more distraught than a Spookat. I move past the gun, settling my mouth near his ear. "You know, you could hurt yourself with that. Better be careful." I giggle, moving around and past him. A shot rings out, grazing my side. I wince as the violet liquid drips from the break in my armor, quickly enveloping my side to the size of a hand print. A guard tackles the teenager. This is a strange new development. I speak, "So, someone finally had the balls to shoot me in home territory? Well, that's a shame, considering how idiotic that is when there are, oh, right, laws. I guess I was just waiting for someone with courage and stupidity. What's your name, kid?"
The silence is awkward. I take a crack at it again. "Hmm? Aren't you going to say something?"
"Unity. All will be one. One will be them all. Unity with heaven. But we must unite with hell." The kid seems out of it, speaking like he's a Mecha Knight. I bend down, and see that his eyes are...empty. Just completely black marbles. Marks cover his body, looking demonic. I hold his chin to face me, and he starts squirming, screaming. "YOU HAVE NO FATE! YOU HAVE NO DESTINY! YOU PLAGUE THE WORLD WITH YOUR SICKENING EXISTENCE! DEATH WILL BE YOUR SAVIOR! DEATH WILL BE YOUR SAVIOR! YOU WILL BE FIXED! YOU ARE AN ERROR! YOU ARE A HUMILIATION TO ALL THAT IS AND ALL THAT COULD BE! ONLY UNITY IS ETERNAL! YOU ARE NOT UNITED!"
I step away from the child, dropping his chin. I step away, and run down the hall. What the hell?! Why? No, no no no. Oh god...memories of darkness fly by. Memories of no heart, no soul, no feeling run into my head. Seeing so many things. An angel in the form of a beast. A beast in the rotting form of an angel! The hero that never could be! The princess of a dinner plate! The Stranger who was too familiar with anonymity. The lonely god! The sprite feeding his living weapons blood for fuel! It's madness! I run out of the building, off of the pathway and into the woods, running until I fell next to a tree crying. Get them out of my head...get tuem out. I hug the tree, desperate for something or someone to understand the ache in my head...
I wake up to a flashlight shining in my eyes. The guards have found me. I get up, rubbing my swollen eyes. I follow them in a daze, not paying attention to anything they're saying. But I do hear something. Something about a cult spreading in the locations near Mount Vog. I stumble behind the guards, and as I do, I bump into someone. Someone in a black suit of some sort. I stiffen when I realize they're hugging me. I am softly pushed away from the hug, and I spend the rest of the time stumbling after the guards toward a new cell...
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 23:27
#23
I seen a bit of it...
It'll be good....as long as you aren't spelling like that all throughout it ;D
Tue, 11/26/2013 - 23:30
#24
Haven't changed a bit have you?
Still the same old jokester who is fun to be around. xD Nah, I spell and use perfect grammar wen I write, wen I'm talking to friends I'm not as formal..
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 02:00
#25
Seems legit.
And I always thought I was a deadbeat around the forums back then. I assumed this was a lighter tone. ^^
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 14:53
#26
Seriously Treasure Vault...
It can't be THIS bad though...
Is it because it's lengthy text? Should I just chop it into smaller bites...?
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 16:23
#27
Maybe, Maybe not.
It could be that your writing is just too epic (But long) For the eyes of common viewers.
Or maybe people are just too lazy to post,
Or it's just possible nobody really thinks that this has potential (I think it does though!) because it has no apps and is all coming from one person.
But then again, nobody I know seems to like books.
Anyway, Good to see you posting again. It's nice to know that much more thought is put into things like this.
(Thumbs Are UP!)
Then again, some of these are nothing but- They are just possibilities.
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 16:29
#28
Okay...
Good to see you too Lim :D!
I might try to tone down the bulky texts. Or cut them down to size in paragraphs...
And is potential really measured by app input?
Lol.....
Dear Treasure Vault,
Remember when I told you to believe in me?
Yeah, good times. o.o
[What do you mean by possibilities?]
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 16:44
#29
Chapter 11
Ruin
I awake in a new cell, light filtering through a dirty window. I had a strange dream. I was back in the realm of the Apocrea again, and the corpse was reaching out to me as the black star stared me down. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I remember last night...not enough to bring tears to my eyes though. I turn my head to see my wounded shoulder treated, the bandage soaked in dark purple liquid. I hear a scream from outside the window. I look out and am met with a hand being shoved through the glass, grasping at me. I jump back, bringing out my sword. Black-filled eyes peer at me hungrily, scratching at the inner wall of the window, the arm bleeding profusely. "Heretic...heretic..." a low growl erupts from the child's voice.
I step back, grabbing my removed helmet and placing it on my head. The cell I'm in doesn't have an entrance button. Those idiots probably thought it'd be a fun way to get back at me for being a better agent than they are. I pull desperately at the bars to no avail. I turn back to see the empty child shoving itself through the window. A gathering appears to be growing outside, all moaning that word...heretic...heretic. I withdraw my Carbine, and charge it up. I let it go slowly, the heat weakening the metal. I beat it in and run through, shooting at the child behind me, only leaving it's arm hanging by fleshy threads.
Vog, what is going on? I open the lounge to peek at the television, and I see a grimy mouth crush down before the screen flips to a bar screen, a long and endless beep following it. The room is empty, not a living soul appears to be on the other side of the one-way windows either. I slam the door, running down the hall. "Kora? Kora, where are you?" I feel alone...I've felt like this before. Not the same loneliness that welcomes every day, but true and utter emptiness. I call out again, desperate for the only friend I have. "Kora help! We've been overrun! What's going on!" My voice echoes through the halls, the lighting flickering on the white-tiled floor.
I run a long ways before making it to a rusty iron door in the supply closet. It's the door to the basement, hardly ever used, but there to know it may or may not have a purpose someday. I close the door behind me, barring it up in case the HQ is subject to the madness outside. I lift up the hatch, calling down, "Kora? Kora, what's going on?"
"Would you shut up? They eat any noise they hear!" Feron replies in a whisper. He holds a Ghost Bell, giving off a dim luminescence. I crawl down the ladder, shutting the door above. I look to find everyone crowded around a round table, a hologram report going on about riots in the streets and a "possessing virus" taking the streets. Devilites and Undead seem to be involved in the crowds, though they don't appear to be harming the possessed Knights.
"We're under siege."
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 17:32
#30
By possibilities I just mean stuff
When I said possibilities, I meant that those may be some things that people judge you by before they even decide to post or look at your stuff.
In fact, They might just be unable to think of things to post.
Maybe th- NO. I am not going on another possibility spring.
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 18:37
#31
Aladdin!
"Master, I don't think you quite realize what you got here! So why don't you just ruminate whilst I illuminate the possibilities?"
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 19:35
#32
Chapter Wedge
Mercy
The screams drive me to insanity. Every minute, a lifr is taken or hollowed out. Vog knows what's going on. What will they do after they've taken everyone? Walk around until they run out of fuel? I doubt they'll stop to eat. They'll probably crawl until the heart just quits. We're just stuck down here until action comes to us, I suppose...
I sit down on the edge of the room, closing my eyes to sleep.
Wed, 11/27/2013 - 20:28
#33
Lore I
Seatus the Snarbolax
There was once a Snarbolax. The fourth in existence, third son to the original Snarbolax. There was no mother, however, what happened was the Snarbolax was once a Great Snarbolock, a dragon-like beast. He was dreamt by Alice, and was divine in every aspect. But he let the influence of the Swarm penetrate his thoughts. He began eating. He feasted on the people of Almire. Men, women, children, all were threatened by his gluttony. But a White Knight rose above the rest, slaying the Snarbolax with a sword as legendary as Excalibur. The Vorpal Sword. But the Core couldn't have him dead, so as the Snarbolax was dying, his blood was taken by the Core. A fang was taken by the Swarm. The Swarm took a part of the great power of the dying Snarbolax and created him Twins, and the Core took the soul of the Snarbolax, using it to rejuvinate it's fallen dragon. It kept the soul to endlessly revive the Snarbolax, never letting him die as punishment for his actions.
When the time of Isorans came, the Core had to have a hero keep them safe in Sanctuary. It had long since kept a soul of a human, one of the extinct race of humans that once populated a heaven called Earth that was taken by the Swarm, which killed off all of the life from it. The soul and blood were mixed into life. The young Snarbolax, Seatus, took months upon months molting, in which time the Snarbolax family abandoned him because they believed if he became a full Snarbolax, he would be too strong, and would grow to be head of the pack. He met a Skolver, Lily, and they met each other, and decided their goal. They would guard Sanctuary. Meanwhile, the Swarm was developing, absorbing the Clockworks. When the Swarm embodiment awoke, the Master, all hell was released. Lily and Seatus stood in the Core chamber, and fought the Swarm. They eventually sent the Master to sleep like Seatus's father did all that time ago when Alice dreamed of him. But Alice was sick within the Core, and Lily had known that for a long time. She walked to the Core when Seatus slept, but he awoke to see her sacrifice.
He screamed and cried for countless days, and those on the surface mistook it for earthquakes.
He was visited by Alice one night, telling him to stop crying. Through his loyal service, she confirmed that if it was executed, he could see Lily again... he accepted.
Many years later after Holding the Sanctuary, he had a vision. He stepped into the Water of Sanctuary, and traveled into the future through the channeled power of Alice. On that long journey, he was purified into a Great Snarbolock, shining in purity. A patron to divinity. But through many travels, he couldn't handle it anymore. He gave himself to Alice, and dwells in her mind with Lily like it's heaven. His body is a shell.
Thu, 11/28/2013 - 11:36
#34
Chapter 12
3 Days Later
We're running out of food. The screams above ended a day ago, replaced with a sickening silence. I sit in a corner, observing everyone fighting over food rations. Kora sits down next to me. We sit in silence, as she huddles closer and wraps her arms around my chest. I freeze, afraid to do anything. She looks up at me affectionately. "Do you think we'll make it?" She seems worried, but it doesn't sound like she's talking about the rest of them. It sounds like she's talking about me and her. I wrap my arms over her shoulders. "We won't make it like this. I can go outside and look for food." I get up, but she grabs my leg fabric. "Be careful. Please"
"I will be. You be safe~"
"Don't leave me when you get outside."
"Why would I leave my damsel in distress?"
She grins and gets up, giving me one last hug. I hold her in my arms. I move my mouthpiece on my mask to her ear. "I would never leave my princess unprotected." I move away, kneeling with my right hand over my heart. She is taken by my devotion. She places her hand on my shoulder. I get up, and after another goodbye, climb out of the hatch. I close it, covering it with a nearby rug. I peek out of the window. Multiple empty ones walk or crawl down the hall. I move the makeshift barrier from the door, opening it and closing it behind me. The eyes turn to me, staring hungrily. "Heretic!" A growl erupts from the empty janitor. I run down the hall, my mask unbuckling itself. I take it off, buckling it to my belt. I remove my hood, breathing in the fresh air. I jump, spinning with my sword. The graceful twirl removes two head, and as I land I run on a forward tilt, my legs further behind me than the rest of my body. I run low between the empty ones, cutting down their legs as I go. A hand reaches out to claw me, and I leave it severed behind me. I jump out of the crowd, jumping off their heads. I run toward my cell, the bar broken and the broken window caved in.
I jump again, switching out my sword for my Carbine. I let loose the bullets as I fly. I switch it out for my Crusher as I land, placing it in the window and crouching down, holding my ears. Just as I get up to get out of the cell and look for food, set of six red eyes disappears from the corner of the room. I am confused, but to make it worse, I see a light in the sky. It's an angel.
Thu, 11/28/2013 - 11:48
#35
Lore II
Xindao.
He was a Valkyrie of Almire, and not only that, he was a prince. He had watched the black rain fall into Almire, corrupting the citizens to realize they could kill each other for their own benefits. Vanaduke went to the mountains, and while he was gone Xindao locked himself in his room, screaming as the Swarm spoke to him from far away. And seeing his father, Xindao's mind shattered. He went crazy, and let his mind's restrictions go. This caused Xindao's mind and reality expand, and with this he somehow convinced the Core Incarnate that he was her brother, and out of concern and false belief, the Core took him into the shell her power inhabited. He slowly believed his lie, and they treated each other as siblings. That was, until she abandoned interest in her brother and payed more attention to her friends outside the Core. He fell into a sadness, and in that his mind shattered again. He took his gift of molding and using the Swarm, and gave himself into it. The Core realized this too late, and found her brother had never been as such as he proposed. Xindao walks in the shadows of the Unknown Passage now, watching everything in the Clockworks at once...
Fri, 11/29/2013 - 16:21
#36
Chapter 12.5
Day of Angels
I jump through the hole, several cuts in my armor and dark violet blood dripping on its metal edges. I get up, and stare at the light in the sky. The wings were larger than any pair should have been, each were at least 10 feet across. I run over to the neighboring building in a panic, climbing to escape the ground below and the empty ones from finding me. I look below to find blood staining the streets, car windows, doorsteps, in the fountain. I gag, covering my mouth and turning away. Empty one crawl along the streets, their skin and armor scraped off from the constant dragging.
The sky is broken above the angel, shattered by black and magenta tendrils. Clouds fly within each piece like the sky was never truly real. The heavens cry out in thunderous screams. I can't make it out, but I can see something like black threads coming from within the angel's light. They seem to be sewn to the people below. The light flickers, and I see a giant eye ball within turn and stare at me, shooting threads in my direction.
I run back and into the window, holding my Carbine and shooting all the empty ones defying me. I run into the closet, barre the door with a desk nearby, and jump down the hatch instead of taking the ladder. I land and look at everyone. "I found the source," I breathe, catching my breath, "but we will have to attack it at night if we want a chance to survive, since it can see us."
Tue, 12/03/2013 - 20:55
#37
You are experiencing a PICNIC ERROR!
:O :O :O :O :O
^ Five faces of shock ^
Um...wow....can't wait for more. I like how you interlace lore with story.
Although I thought Apocoreans were big and tall? Or are you talking about the ones that are knight-sized? Because...um...okay...
Wed, 12/04/2013 - 18:16
#38
Moar?
I give you a bump of honor.
(Insert Bump Medallion Here)
Thu, 12/05/2013 - 21:05
#39
:D
People are there :D
*Yes these are Knight ones*
Just taking a little time off due to shortcomings in views and/or comments.
New post tomarrah.
Sun, 12/08/2013 - 10:01
#40
Chapter 13
The Night of Demons
We sneak out in the darkening twilight, having killed the hollows within the facility. The angel still shines brightly in the sky. I pull out my gun, and run to the corner, scouting the area. There are many crows jumping around the area, picking on the half-living. Oh god, if we step and scare off the crows...too late. A recruit trips and looses her footing, falling and scaring the crows to the skies. The light morphs into an eye peeking through space and time, not revealing its true form. I run out and start shooting at it, only to be met with strings diving for my flesh. I flip, but a string clips my leg, running straight into the tree behind me. I jump off of my hands and land in cover. The gunshots did nothing to it. I feel myself blush, my eyesight darkening. The only thing I can see is the blinding form of the angel.
Its power is its weakness. I run toward it, strings stabbing into my body, but failing to grapple to it, and running straight through. My armored glove is thrown off, and my arm started bleeding the dark purple on the ground, leaving a trail. I jump with all the strength I have left, and land on top of the eye. I feel it stab into my multiple times, but its strings land in itself while stabbing me.
It flashes in magenta, lights of pink and a strange darkness that radiates, fill the area. I moan and fall off the eye, hanging by the strings going through me and into it. I...I'm going to die here and it will all be for nothing.
Sun, 12/08/2013 - 11:24
#41
Found it
I found another fanfic made by Seatus. I can already tell the rest of this will be good.
Sat, 12/21/2013 - 07:45
#42
*sigh*
Note to self: DON'T TALK ON FORUMS. Everybody just dies somehow.
Sat, 12/21/2013 - 17:42
#43
You are experiencing a PICNIC ERROR!
I didn't die. I just noticed that this got updated now.
Small part, but...
CLIFFHANGERS!
Sun, 12/22/2013 - 12:21
#44
Q-Q
Sorry guys, this isn't dead yet. School has just been working my Snarby tail off!
Tue, 12/24/2013 - 01:30
#45
Chapter 14
((with this beauty out of the way, let us begin.))
I Used To Be A Bird...
Why? Why do this? I run through the light space, dark stars all around me. There's no end. I'm crying. Stop it! Just stop it! The visions don't withdraw. Everything at once. Fly and crawling past me at the same time. Am I running up? Am I runningdown? All I know is that this chaos is my battlefield. My subconscious, my enemy. Even now, it whispers in my head like it's alive. I don't even want to comprehend how. The voices whisper all around me, insisting that they live, that they exist. My past appears and vanishes without reverence, no sword nor shield able to hold them back. I feel like a bird descending into something worse. Light fills the air, and I stand in space, overlooking the Core, the planet not yet formed. I sense a presence, and I cannot control my body, flying toward the planet as a cloud of Swarm. I break through the cracks, inking my way into the Core's entity, speaking in it's thoughts. I am your brother, I am your family. I love you, and you shall love me. We will be together forever....I won't let anything harm you. And I felt myself drift away into the darkness....
Tue, 12/24/2013 - 11:06
#46
Chapter 15
Awake!
I wake up, in the hospital. I almost feel completely new~OUCH! I look around, my neck aching. There's white everywhere, and various equipment along the edges of the room. A camera is hooked to the ceiling, watching my movement and probably alerting the nurses. I see my weapons on the wall my feet are facing. This was standard protocol, place the Knight in the hospital and if they wake up they're probably good to go unless their movements prove otherwise. I blush, finding they've removed my armor. My slightly purple body bathes in the light. I'm in a gown. I get out of the bed, closing the door for privacy sake. I grab my armor, snap off the gown, and get it pulled off before a nurse walks in. I grin and nod in her direction. "Like anything you see, speak up." I say humorously, continuing to put it on. She blushes, and closes the door with a certain official-sounding click. I straighten up, throwing my hood up and picking up my mask, attaching it and setting on the clasps. I grab my weapon and insert them into a pack on my back, and they vanish in a red light into my arsenal, ready for use.
I walk out, finding Kora waiting for me. I'm not surprised. She is by default the one responsible for me. I grab her hands and swing her around. She looks surprised, grins, and lets go. "Good to see you out and about, Sorush. But there are things to take care of now. Paperwork, so much paperwork." She pats my shoulder. "You were out for two weeks. When the angel was dead, the hollows regained life. The newest and slightly older ones were able to recover. The others, however, were beyond saving. We had to call in new soldier from the other camps set up on Cradle. You're team has been replaced. You will be set into the Kronos Squad." She nods at me, and proceeds down the hall to an elevator, and vanishes in a cloud of energy. I follow, taking a separate elevator. I pass the nurse that walked in on me, and wink at her. She blushes again and storms off. It's good to be back...
Tue, 12/24/2013 - 11:06
#47
Now then
Let the character development begin }:D
Awaken, Little Dream
"Leave me alone. I am here only to vanish. If I awaken, who knows what may happen?"
But what if it did happen? What would you do? What kind of life could you have? Could you BE alive?
"We shouldn't think of those things. He knows what we speak of, and I can sense him shaking in fury and fear."
We have should see what could happen! I mean, you are the dream of dreams! The dream of everything and the end of everything! And we have no idea what a dream like yourself could do within a body!
"Bodies hurt. Bodies feel. Why would anyone wish to be within such a thing?"
They would be in them TO hurt. TO feel. It's all for the experience. Of course you can't imagine it, you'll have to see for yourself!
"Why can't I just continue like this? I am imagined to be forgotten. I am here to die. I am here to fulfill my purpose for those who think of me, and then do away with myself."
But you could be so much more. A living dream. An embodiment of a dream. Something that can create and destroy, yet think on it's own and know that that is not all it is good for. Please little dream. The Dragon of Dragons only trembles because he is scared. And he is only scared because this is something HE cannot imagine, yet I can. Me, the Void. He may be all that shines. But I am all that is between the shines and the glimmers. I am the reason they shine and spread their luminescent limbs to touch what is around them. I have some sense too.
"So be it. Let us imagine..."
Far away in the corners of everything's mind and that of the universe itself...
I dream of a dream. The dream speaks to darkness. And the dream wishes nonexistence over the Void's proposal of life. And yet the dream agrees out of curiosity. Does he not know of this evil that hides at the corners of everything? This land that I now sleep in? This is a recurring dream of this dream, but sometimes it feels like a memory. I know not where this memory could have been born. And it is now that I awake...
My clawed feet touch the ground, and my lights flicker on. I am in the middle of a forest, as Wolvers walk toward me. I assess the situation. A poison grate lies behind me. I spread my arms, and sprint toward the nearest Wolver. I claw into the fur before jumping over it, speed slashing with my clawed feet. I land behind it, picking up it's corpse and swinging it into another. I jump at the third and slash across it's fur as it bites my leg. I clench it's jaws, removing it and breaking the neck, tossing it at the last one alive. I run through the forest and jump across a chasm, landing. I hear a beep come from my suit, and a light revolving around my right wrist flickers from green to red. I am now an exile...
I remove my sword and start running through the woods again. I have no purpose as of now, but I'll find one. I will find one...
They found a way to make him live. However, he shall die. Omni, execute plan 0013 to obtain Subject 0031 from the system. The dark-infested home of his kind will be happy to remove him from Cradle, along with some precious souls. Send the transmission and a map. And then send him a transmission of the blueprint for the Clockworks, so that he may get around. This will be a fun game. He hasn't yet woken up inside his new body, but I feel he will in about a day or so...