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Date Posted: 18:39:33 06/25/02 Tue
A personal purpose was set aside, he would find and kill that one later.
A smile crossed Chaos' lips, a tremble running across the form of she who sat across from her. Dreaming, the poor child, and not quite knowing what sort of darkness swam about her. Chaos' disciple was made to protect, a piece of Chaos herself reflected deep within that, just as it was in all who were chosen for such tasks, be they from heaven or hell. And yet, by her release, her disciple had gained a note of new clearity... an extra scale in his crescendo of being... one that he himself had not truly recognized. The one without purpose had become capable of gaining it. A new tendril of chaos spread into the world, destructive and creative all at once. Slender fingers removed a strand of dark brown hair from pale forehead, twinging it about them a moment before tucking them behind the woman's ear.
Forgotten were a study. An art. A relic of things that had long since lost any true form of existence, and had come now into prophecy and various forms of godhood. Forgotten were a lot of things... but most of all... they were chaos. Green eyes followed the slumbering woman, tracing the curves of her body, the outline of her wings. Studying gentle arch where wing joined what would otherwise be nothing more than a tallish elf. So many ties between those races, Forgotten and elf. Yukina, my dear, what were you thinking when you stepped away from this legacy. Your children were some of the greatest, and you shattered them for power. Broken pawns on a chessboard that cost you too many pieces. I hope others have wiser methods of play, Salvation will not stand for a repeat; Father would not permit it.
She could not wake, this sleeping angel. Dreams haunted her too thoroughly for any to startle her from them, and so Chaos waited. Gentle guardian, though the shadows burned around her at the thought of what had come amongst them. Neither light nor dark, but something drasticly mixed of the two, overall flooded with the power of the Father. They were all of chaotic nature, Shinigami or Kyussai.
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