"If you think that you yearn for death, throw yourself into the sea. You'll soon see youreslf struggling against the inevitable tide.
Every drowning person will struggle"
—The old ones
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(Somewhere in Luxium Dominum)
In a valley that looked like it belonged to Heaven, stood a young bug.
Golden waterfalls crashed down on the ground, and Diamond carps swam in it. There in the middle of it stood a bug, female in nature, seemingly recently emerged from a cocoon of flesh.
From it emerged a being, Its mask—white as old bone—bears the marks of something unnatural. Amber light seeped from cracked hollows where eyes should have been resting, glowing like buried ambers. The substance that leaked from them glistened under the light of the seemingly everpresent Sun, it was thick and melting, as though some ancient sickness burned quietly within.
Two long, curved horns stretched upward like the broken antlers of a fallen Emperor.
A cloak of faded white drapes over the figure's shoulders, heavy with dust and silence. Beneath it, small hands clasp a slender nail, in weary patience. The weapon's point rests toward the ground, as if it has tasted countless battles and now awaits one final purpose—To kill whoever offended its master.
The being had a first, confusing thought.
'What the hell?? WHERE AM I?'
Before she could think more, however, she was interrupted by the Sun growing wings.
And Literally.
The ancient Sun woke up from her slumber, wings emerged from her as she cast her gaze upon her new creation.
A strange psyche had tried to invade her puppet, however, what was a measly soul not even Awakened to a God?
She immediatly snuffed it out, however, The Radiance had a strange feeling blossoming in her fluff.
'Something's off'
For such a thought to appear in the mind of a being above dimensions, it was indeed a ridiculous thing.
But as if the Radiance would ever take that seriously.
She was the Ultimate Goddess of Light, the mistress of Corruption and Rott, the Queen of Degeneracy and Depravity.
What could ever go wrong with her creation? How could a mortal being even think of interferring with her agenda?
Shaking these thoughts off, she focused on her creation.
It was perfect, a being utterly beautiful, in perpetual advancement just by existing.
Now, a being of such boundless Potential, under her grasp.
Truly, She was a Supreme Being.
However, even if she tried to delude herself, something at the back of her mind was there, screaming.
The ultimate Source of Light—A star, had descended upon this world. And it came to bring Ruin.
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(Somewhere in the Moth Counpound)
At the edge of the world long drowned in shadow, there rose a cathedral built of strings and light.
Its towering spires pierced the heavens like drills, each one crowned with radiant crystals that caught the Sun's Essence and scattered it across the city below. The walls, carved from pale marble and ancient alabaster, seemed almost weightless—as though the building was not raised by mortal hands, but willed into existence by the light it worships.
Dust motes drifted like tiny stars in the shafts of sunlight that poured through the glass. Somewhere deep within the hall, bells tolled softly—slowly, solemnly.
At the far end stood The Altar.
It was not large, nor adorned with wealth. Instead, a single nail of pure light rested upon it, suspended above the stone as though gravity itself dared not touch its holy radiance. Around it the air shimmered, quiet and sacred.
No shadows dared linger here for long.
The leader of the moths stood right in front of that very altar, his hand clasped together as he repeated his holy mantras.
The saintess of Fate stood in front of the Leader of the Moths.
Behind the saintess stood every able-bodied moth of the tribe. Even some Children were attendng, such was the importance of the Tribe Leader' s decree.
"Children of Light, I have received Revelation from the Heavens!!"
Immediatly, every soul present within the Hall perked up. Revelation from the Heaven were a once in a century occurence—In fact, every moth in that hall other than the Grand Elders had never heard of it happening.
Cassie was, with lack of better words, shitting herself.
She had no idea what any of this was, nor her role in this nightmare. She only knew, if she showed any anomalies, she would be suspected.
And against beings that seemed to worship light itself, it seemed any form of corruption could get her killed.
But she played along.
"Oh great leader, what revelation did the Sacred bestow upon thee?"
The leader took a deep breath, and said:
"My child, the Sacred heaven revealed upon me, that this trial of self shall be the last one in the history of bugkind!!!"
Immediatly, every moth in the hall rioted, as if they had heard Blasphemy itself;
"BLASPHEMY"
"IMPOSSIBLE"
"THE TRIALS HAVE EXISTED SINCE THE DAWN OF CIVILIZATION, HOW COULD THOU CLAIM TO KNOW ITS END OR BEGNINNING?"
Whispers filled the hall as the Moth were indignated, after all, how would you react if someone told you that the very reason of your being is coming to an end?
"SILENCE"
A stern, loud voice cut through all whispers—The Tribe master's Voice.
"The Trails are ending, not because I grow weary of upholding it, but because the ones The Supreme Ones are waiting for have finally arrived."
"…"
Not a voice echoed from the crowd at the revelation from the Hall Master.
Every moth, wether male,female, child, elderly or warrior knew of the Prophecy.
Sweat poured from every pore on every moth present at the implication of such words.
"Great master, does it mean…The Prophecy of the old ones has come true?"
The tribe master nodded his head solemnly.
"Indeed, it has"
Heavy silence pressed on the mind of every Moth in the room, not one dared to speak. Some children even started sobbing, yet even they knew better than to wail loudly.
The prophecy of the old one is thus:
"Thorought our Pain and Suffering,
We simply share the blood of Our ancestors
So why must the children die by Smothering?
While the parents please Thou as mere jesters.
As we perish on this Wretched barrow,
With our corpses serving as feasts for Sparrows,
Did Desire not matter?
Must we starve while Thou all simply look at us in chatter?
So as we Stare at the abyss,
Hoping that it devours us,
We pray for a even a sliver of bliss,
As our Emotions leaves us.
We pray for thee, Oh being born from our meager achievement.
We humbly ask for us to forget The endless torment.
Could Our existence, "He" define?
As "He" Slays the divine."
The old Tribe Master sighed,
"The prophecy of "They" left before dissapearing"
Just as he prepared to ramble again on obscure fate-nonsense, he noticed the Saintess, aka Cassie, standing there, without radiating a sliver of fear.
'She's just standing there, menacingly, as if challenging the prophecy itself !!!'
The old master felt a sliver of hope blossom in his chest, if they had such fearless people, then maybe they could even confront Fate Itself,
Meanwhile, Cassie had absolutely not fucking idea what was happening.
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Hi gng, FINALY WRITING. I'm writing instead of studying for the science exam btw. But nah, I'd win. (I'll never learn, not my fault I got a 97% on my last test, I'm just that guy lol)
Anyway, the little poem that I wrote back then is finaly being used.
Am I cooking or burning the kitchen? maybe both? we'll see in the next episode of drago—I mean next chapted.
Give powerstones goddamnit, y'all are never having an extra chapter. GIVE ME POWER STONES, it makes me MOTIVATED. I'M FULL OF MOTIVATION.
Anyway, check out my side fic (almost said side chick), I'll write it whenever I feel the need to uphold my Yuji agenda.
BYEEEEEEEEEEE