| Subject: Final Destiny...for Everyone |
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Date Posted: 22:41:37 03/04/03 Tue
He felt the arrival of the "crew". Each of them in turn arriving to his fairgrounds, his carnival. He slowly moved his head in circles, a man in a trance...or on some strange acid trip..seemingly in perfect bliss, unaware of every stimilus avaiable.
Slowly however he stood, each muscle hightlighted, his entire skin pulsating with life, strength, and power. his arms neatly crossed over his chest, silver hair teasing his shoulder and neck as he simply stood there, his massive wings slowly flapping, then spreading outwards to their full extent.
The End of All was Approaching.
Vain smirked, he was the flaw in the equation of Time, the error that was not erased, left to stagant the final answer. He corrupted it since the begining, controlling it, allowing no free will, the driving force since single cell organisms.
His head still swaying to some unknown chant, seeming to bask in the sunlight as he just stood there, his entire body seemingly to move in minute amounts, in time with the silent song, the motionless dance.
Since then, he had created more flaws in the equations, things that shouldn't exist, despite all other facts or illogical mathematics that should prove it wrong..it still existed.
He was, and always shall be, in this near perfect form..his compelte self.
Paradox.
A name used for events...never as a noun. Yet he was Paradox, he manifested it, was the avatar of it. He existed when he shouldn't a being of supreme power who was powerless in so many ways. He was Good and Evil, Law and Chaos. He was within the Laws of the Universe yet apart from them.
No longer dependent upon the body Ceallac had given to him, it simply dissolved like ice upon the pavement. Left was nothing..everything.
He had form yet it exceeded it, had substance was without....
He smirked, his essence reshaping itself into a similiar form as before, but made of ghostly eldrich material, the raw materials of the universe. Seeming to be immolated as wisps of fyre surrounded his form, his wings simply sheets of white hot flame as was the long tail, now seeming to be five feet in length.
His eyes opened, still sheers of red ember, in amusement.
The Universe depended on him, on his corruption. For without paradoxs, would even a thing called " Power " exist? Would the world resort to nothing but technological power? Such a dull grey sphere floating in space, filled with life...yet lifeless...
He laughed, a paradox!
All the science books tried to encompass all that he was, Evolution, which was simply a paradox as creatures changed, despite the fact each was a near identical seed, his corruption ranging so deep that to many it seemed natural, as part of nature as the sky, the grass...the earth.
He gazed at the crew, his form fluxating rapidly as he gazed at them, gazed at Damian, gazed at Wyrd, Zenra, Tiana, Jin, and all the others.
This was their bid for power he realized. They struggle so hard..but why? He was perfection..they simply have to join with him..as was their Destiny..their...Final Destiny...yet they resisted!
They cling to this life so much he thought. Gazing at the defiant children, for they were indeed children. They were willing pain, torment, and then to finally be sublime with his own self. Why the suffering? He understood it not.
For he was Heaven, the promised land where you would feel no woes and all would be perfect. The christians of the world only hinted and guessed at the truth of the story.
" Heaven " and " Hell " were simply just places to store them all until one being reached near perfection.
Ceallac did that thing, and enabled Vain, the larva of Paradox, to emerge.
Something about children fightning him seemed absurd, wrong. Cut off from the primal instinct, which was now making the his sentient sword..he could only wonder.
Wreathed in elegant silverfyre, the realities and laws rippling at his gentle caress, he was the sheer image of beauty, a terrible beauty. He simply looked at them all, his eyes searching...considering....thinking...
" Why do you fight? I am your final resting place. All the false prophets of your world predicted this..one day or another. Yet you resist it. I offer you perfection, eternal bliss...and you become angry that your fellows are now within that. Yet it's not jealousy...you...hate me. " he only whispered the last words. He wanted them to fight, he wanted his own destiny to be brought about, yet this seemed...wrong.
Kill them Vain! Slay them now! Perfection! It is TIME!
He blinked, the voice coming from his sword of course, impatiant with having gave Vain indepedence, the original Paradox a collective of many Vains, thus it never considered it's actions, until now.
Time stood still as the harbinger of doom simply considered one word. Why. Why would they resist? He never gave it thought before, yet now it seemed puzzling, to thwart his destiny by denying its beauty.
He searched for the answer, admist the millions of souls within his own, sent to oblivion within his own self, the True Void. Each of them did NOT seem happy. Powerless and without...something..some spark..they were simply...nothing.
Why did you fight?
He simply asked them, and one answer rang out...
We fought because we don't want to give up on our lives. You may be perfection, and the end of all things, but we don't want perfection! There is no diversity, no spice to life if everything is the same. There has to be a chance for failure, so we can improve and better ourselves, so that each time...we achieving the same goal your striving for...but we retain our soul..our heart..our passion.
The words of Kami Dan'Shir echoed across oblivion, into the nothingess that was Vain.
Kami, unknowingly, assaulted Vain in the only way possible.
With a paradox.
" Are you saying..I can't... FEEL?!?!?! " he screamed, as much at the crew as at the entire multiverse. They, all of them..could feel. He on the other hand, never knew this joys, considered them beneath him once before. Yet as he cycled thru the variety of sublime emotions, he wanted to feel sadness...grief...but he felt..nothing.
He could only want, and he knew, so close to being at last the last being in existance, so he too may finally rest..he would not gain it from any of those left alive.
Vain was imperfect...and perfect..he was his own paradox, he defied his OWN paradox. The dual paradoxs now realized within the equation, dueling themselves by Vains own rules as he quivered, trembling, as he fell to the ground.
He cried.
Starlight fell from his cheeks, as he suddenly stopped and gazed in amazement. From the depths of realizing what he was missing, something created what he thought was his destiny, to consume everything and make himself perfect...
All he needed was a soul of his own.
And he was made imperfect...and yet..perfect. For without our imperfections, we wouldn't be perfect. It seemed strange, but as you grow old...and decided against everyone being the same, joining the band wagon..it made sense.
Thus Kami continued his speech, deep within the oblivion of Vain, as the other souls started to fluxate joyfully, brilliantly...beautifully.
A wisp appeared around Vain...no..not a wisp...
A Soul.
Followed by it was thousands more, then millions, each released from their prisons was Vain simply faded away, leaving the equation, yet leaving Paradox. Which was in itself, one. His power , perhaps the strongest in known history and beyond, gave the souls their bodies back.
He was performing his destiny in a way more profound and beautiful then any given to him by another, as he joined with the entire multiverse, reforming it, reshaping it, a salve to the wounds he inflicted as those sent to the abyss and consumed returned to the prime material..or simply faded back to the afterlife.
A happy tale, however..the tale was far from over.
Two beings stayed where the now gone Vain was, One upon his own free will..the other not.
Violent energy suddenly sprang to life, covering the world in a radical angry hue of gold , spraying a cloud of dust across the Sean-Ka ring, shielding from sight the cause of this event, as the familiar signature of a Saiya-Jin's true power became apparant by the rage woven into the waves of energy that pulsated across the ground..the dust parted, seeming to be turned to nothing at his touch....
Shirow stood there, in all the glory of a Prince. His Gold spikey hair waving gently in the cyclone of his own make, each muscle tensing, blood, real blood, singing hymns of power, lyrics of strength.
He held, aloof from the ground, the dangling and struggling body of Ceallac Dru'Riden, the Dark Angel. Ceallac, having lost all the souls consumed by himself...was now nothing but a plaything to the warrior whos power was his own...and Ceallac had killed his son.
and Kiasin, was not returned to the world of life.
His rage doubling, fiery fingers of destruction raining across the general vacinity, even as his fingers started to dig deeply into the mans throat, slowly choking the life out of him as Shirow smirked, licking his lips eagerly for the kill...a true saiya-jin.
" No other way is fitting. Torture...No...I might miss when you depart. A Quick...merciful death? Nay...I'm not that kind. Slowly choking the life out of you, making it terribly slow and deliciously painful? Yes...I think that shall do! " He grinned, Digging his fingers in deeper as he dug his other fist straight thru Ceallac's stomach, rupturing the compelete cavity and turning it to nothing but mush. Yet he restored it, using his own Ki...he would not let Ceallac off the hook.
Ceallac, to his credit, helplessly struggled, beating arms that was simply crippled against the powerful warrior's frame. It was pitiful. Tears, real genuine gems, rained upon the ground at Shirow's feet..which only enraged him more, drawing him deep into the depths of ssj2.
Ceallac screamed, loudly, his voice filled with pain and suffering. Even as Shirow hushed him in his own style, his backhanded slap sending a spray of blood flashing across, a droplet hitting shirow upon the cheek...which only made the smile widen.
What he didn't notice, was during his time in Vain, and listening to the speech by Kami..he had changed. No longer the spasmatically way he used to do..but a complete turnover.
It was lost upon Shirow, as he roared in his face, and began the finishing touches upon the broken Messiah, enjoying the sight of his bloodied face and the flowing tears..it was esctasy to a Father who had lost his son.
He started to grip his hand over Ceallacs neck harder, threatening to break it..to end Ceallac for all time....one twist...just one...and it was all over.
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