Seijiro Mafuné
Diogomainardista!
Note: This is, in a way, a prologue to another project of mine, which is coming soon… if soon is ‘some time before my death’.
And yes, it is partially inspired on someone else's story... not in the 'theft' manner, however.
That place was odd.
To her, at least. Well, maybe to the others, but when had it last been that she had met any of the others? They hadn’t had anything worth discussing since… well, since that event. She didn’t like thinking about it – it made her feel regretful. She didn’t like feeling regretful. It made her feel like she had done something wrong, and, well, she hadn’t done anything wrong regarding them. They were abominations. They had to be destroyed.
But still, why had the Eldest been so angry at the fact that some humans had attempted to contact their servants? It wasn’t as if they could have done anything; after all, mere humans couldn’t just walk up to any of them and say ‘Hey, now I command you, okay?’, with the hope of them obeying. In fact, no human could actually walk to them; their lairs were well-hid, and in places that only they, and no others, could reach.
Hadn’t stopped them from trying, but none had prevailed yet.
She went down the path, trying not to pay attention to the background. Her acquaintance sure was odd, on her tastes… but what was she to expect? And hadn’t she actually made her own realm a place completely unlike what one would expect, filling it with all sorts of milk?
She gulped, as she noticed a ticking candle staring back at her, two eyes blinking in the flame. The tip of the flame made some odd design, but she didn’t understand it, blinking back.
Then the candle gave up and hopped away, before falling into a sea of gasoline and turning into cheese. The visitor just stared at the floating cheese that was beginning to freeze, before shaking her head and heading on.
At the center of an oddly-shaped tower which would remind one of what they looked like backwards, she found her host sipping some sort of tea, which was flowing from the scythe on her back. She raised an eyebrow.
“What is that? I didn’t think it existed yet.” The other female gave a hearty laugh.
“Oh, this? Don’t worry, some human will find out how to make these in a couple of centuries. Of course, my brand is a lot better than any of theirs… nothing like eternity to let age become perfection.” Her tone was nice, however the other knew more than anyone that it was quite a façade… one which was very rarely broken, but which was there for a reason.
“I… believe I understand. But I am unsure if you should continue this. It will…” she began, but was stopped by a scoff.
“What, it will summon something far more dangerous than me? I’d like to see time try to mess with me,” she told her, as if the very own idea of something being more dangerous than her was ridiculous… which, she had to admit, was. “But come on… you never come here to tell me I should be changing my diet. In fact, you never come here, period. Mind explaining me the reasons why you came? I already told you all about your soulmate, even if he’ll take a while to even be thought of.”
She sighed, sadly. “You are right. I have a reason for coming here… I’m here to talk about their spawn.”
Her host scoffed. “What’s there to talk about? They’re dead, we’re not. And they were already punished themselves, so you shouldn’t worry at all about them.” However, she wasn’t willing to let the matter drop yet.
“You took care of them… but you’ve refused to talk about them ever since. The last of us to hear about them was the Eldest, and he went off to personally destroy a civilization on the west.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I remember that. Was a nice day… but I don’t get what you would be getting at.”
Her eyes became sharp. “Only one thing, so far, has caused him to grow this enraged. You know something. Something happened to them, didn’t it?”
The elder smirked. “So, you think you have uncovered a conspiracy? Well, guess what, missy: what I’ll tell you won’t be worth any for you, because it’s completely useless. And I guarantee that… otherwise, the Eldest wouldn’t be getting a heartburn due to them.” Her tone was beginning to be filled with venom, which was reflected in her eyes.
She flinched. “What do you mean? What happened to the hellspawn?”
“Still with that name? I’ll let you know I’m insulted,” she said in a playful tone, still venomous, however. “But, since you wanted to know so much, I’m telling you. They returned, that’s what happened.”
She gasped, and took a step back. “W-what?! But… but we didn’t feel their energies or anything…”
“Yeah, yeah, this is nearly impossible, I know. But they are ‘hellspawn’, as you called them. Surviving me was possible.”
“Surviving you… you don’t mean-” she didn’t finish the thought, as the second – and darker – meaning was understandable.
“Yes, I do. They were dead, true, but they weren’t consumed… and returned. Not all, though, but the ones who did grow old enough to become mature were a threat to us… powerless, true, but still a threat… and so, they were killed. Again. Funny, huh?”
She gulped, although she felt a bit calmer now. “So… we won’t have to worry about them anymore, right?”
A nod was what she expected; a shaken head, not. “Nope. Some more are going to revive soon, if I’m right. And then, later, some of the dead will revive. And so on and on… stuck into a vicious circle… unable to find eternal peace… doesn’t this sound delightful, to your ears?” she asked, smiling wickedly.
That was more than enough for her, however. “So… the hellspawn will keep on torturing us for the rest of our lives?” she asked, already preparing to retreat.
She nodded. “Yes… by the way, I blame you all.”
She blinked. “Us? Why?”
“Well, dear, it’s simple. Had you all not killed them in such a berserk manner – I liked it, true, but still, it’s the principle that matters – you wouldn’t have to worry about them surviving me. And thus, their cycle shall continue…” she said, in that dreamy tone of hers. She gazed the roof for a moment, watching a dragon made of toilets face against a large hunk of steel, before looking down again, seeing her guest begin to leave. “Aww… is the little pink kitty scared of the truth?”
She turned around one last time, before shaking her head. “No… I am scared of these hellspawn, not of your stories, no matter how true they are.”
The host smirked. “These hellspawn, as you call them, aren’t as ill-willed as you believe… they are quite fine, for such beings. No, I prefer to ignore their name for now, for you will only fill it with lies.”
She sighed, before warping back to her own realm, leaving the other alone. “Pity… I was even going to tell her that there was a way of breaking this circle. Then again, why should I?” she thought, amusedly, while holding a large skull. Her eyes sparked for a moment, and the skull began to crush itself. “After all… she is going to take what I wanted for myself, at least at first. But I won’t let her… they are too different… and so, we shall reign together… in my realm of death…”
“Tee hee hee… I can barely wait… for when I finally claim my rightful prize…”
And yes, it is partially inspired on someone else's story... not in the 'theft' manner, however.
+=-Remaining-=+
|PROLOGUE|-|TO|-|SADNESS|
|PROLOGUE|-|TO|-|SADNESS|
That place was odd.
To her, at least. Well, maybe to the others, but when had it last been that she had met any of the others? They hadn’t had anything worth discussing since… well, since that event. She didn’t like thinking about it – it made her feel regretful. She didn’t like feeling regretful. It made her feel like she had done something wrong, and, well, she hadn’t done anything wrong regarding them. They were abominations. They had to be destroyed.
But still, why had the Eldest been so angry at the fact that some humans had attempted to contact their servants? It wasn’t as if they could have done anything; after all, mere humans couldn’t just walk up to any of them and say ‘Hey, now I command you, okay?’, with the hope of them obeying. In fact, no human could actually walk to them; their lairs were well-hid, and in places that only they, and no others, could reach.
Hadn’t stopped them from trying, but none had prevailed yet.
She went down the path, trying not to pay attention to the background. Her acquaintance sure was odd, on her tastes… but what was she to expect? And hadn’t she actually made her own realm a place completely unlike what one would expect, filling it with all sorts of milk?
She gulped, as she noticed a ticking candle staring back at her, two eyes blinking in the flame. The tip of the flame made some odd design, but she didn’t understand it, blinking back.
Then the candle gave up and hopped away, before falling into a sea of gasoline and turning into cheese. The visitor just stared at the floating cheese that was beginning to freeze, before shaking her head and heading on.
+=-=+
At the center of an oddly-shaped tower which would remind one of what they looked like backwards, she found her host sipping some sort of tea, which was flowing from the scythe on her back. She raised an eyebrow.
“What is that? I didn’t think it existed yet.” The other female gave a hearty laugh.
“Oh, this? Don’t worry, some human will find out how to make these in a couple of centuries. Of course, my brand is a lot better than any of theirs… nothing like eternity to let age become perfection.” Her tone was nice, however the other knew more than anyone that it was quite a façade… one which was very rarely broken, but which was there for a reason.
“I… believe I understand. But I am unsure if you should continue this. It will…” she began, but was stopped by a scoff.
“What, it will summon something far more dangerous than me? I’d like to see time try to mess with me,” she told her, as if the very own idea of something being more dangerous than her was ridiculous… which, she had to admit, was. “But come on… you never come here to tell me I should be changing my diet. In fact, you never come here, period. Mind explaining me the reasons why you came? I already told you all about your soulmate, even if he’ll take a while to even be thought of.”
She sighed, sadly. “You are right. I have a reason for coming here… I’m here to talk about their spawn.”
Her host scoffed. “What’s there to talk about? They’re dead, we’re not. And they were already punished themselves, so you shouldn’t worry at all about them.” However, she wasn’t willing to let the matter drop yet.
“You took care of them… but you’ve refused to talk about them ever since. The last of us to hear about them was the Eldest, and he went off to personally destroy a civilization on the west.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I remember that. Was a nice day… but I don’t get what you would be getting at.”
Her eyes became sharp. “Only one thing, so far, has caused him to grow this enraged. You know something. Something happened to them, didn’t it?”
The elder smirked. “So, you think you have uncovered a conspiracy? Well, guess what, missy: what I’ll tell you won’t be worth any for you, because it’s completely useless. And I guarantee that… otherwise, the Eldest wouldn’t be getting a heartburn due to them.” Her tone was beginning to be filled with venom, which was reflected in her eyes.
She flinched. “What do you mean? What happened to the hellspawn?”
“Still with that name? I’ll let you know I’m insulted,” she said in a playful tone, still venomous, however. “But, since you wanted to know so much, I’m telling you. They returned, that’s what happened.”
She gasped, and took a step back. “W-what?! But… but we didn’t feel their energies or anything…”
“Yeah, yeah, this is nearly impossible, I know. But they are ‘hellspawn’, as you called them. Surviving me was possible.”
“Surviving you… you don’t mean-” she didn’t finish the thought, as the second – and darker – meaning was understandable.
“Yes, I do. They were dead, true, but they weren’t consumed… and returned. Not all, though, but the ones who did grow old enough to become mature were a threat to us… powerless, true, but still a threat… and so, they were killed. Again. Funny, huh?”
She gulped, although she felt a bit calmer now. “So… we won’t have to worry about them anymore, right?”
A nod was what she expected; a shaken head, not. “Nope. Some more are going to revive soon, if I’m right. And then, later, some of the dead will revive. And so on and on… stuck into a vicious circle… unable to find eternal peace… doesn’t this sound delightful, to your ears?” she asked, smiling wickedly.
That was more than enough for her, however. “So… the hellspawn will keep on torturing us for the rest of our lives?” she asked, already preparing to retreat.
She nodded. “Yes… by the way, I blame you all.”
She blinked. “Us? Why?”
“Well, dear, it’s simple. Had you all not killed them in such a berserk manner – I liked it, true, but still, it’s the principle that matters – you wouldn’t have to worry about them surviving me. And thus, their cycle shall continue…” she said, in that dreamy tone of hers. She gazed the roof for a moment, watching a dragon made of toilets face against a large hunk of steel, before looking down again, seeing her guest begin to leave. “Aww… is the little pink kitty scared of the truth?”
She turned around one last time, before shaking her head. “No… I am scared of these hellspawn, not of your stories, no matter how true they are.”
The host smirked. “These hellspawn, as you call them, aren’t as ill-willed as you believe… they are quite fine, for such beings. No, I prefer to ignore their name for now, for you will only fill it with lies.”
She sighed, before warping back to her own realm, leaving the other alone. “Pity… I was even going to tell her that there was a way of breaking this circle. Then again, why should I?” she thought, amusedly, while holding a large skull. Her eyes sparked for a moment, and the skull began to crush itself. “After all… she is going to take what I wanted for myself, at least at first. But I won’t let her… they are too different… and so, we shall reign together… in my realm of death…”
“Tee hee hee… I can barely wait… for when I finally claim my rightful prize…”
