Drac walked these empty halls, one last time. As he'd always wanted to. A thousand memories were lingering here, a monument, to what was, but will never truly be again. As he walked, he sang a song....
"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere......
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.......
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world....
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad world......."
((this part, by Thewiz.)) Pillars of time, suspended for all eternity, illuminated the halls of the Domain of Destruction. Endless turmoil, wars that had spanned entire universes, locked forever here. Shards of that which had once existed, slowly fading to nothingness. Pieces of a tapestry, frayed at the edges, clumped together. The only light in a domain of darkness, a painful reminder of a future that never came. Heroes and villains stood locked in battle, their faces paintings of despair, glee, triumph and sorrow. And through these halls he walked, passing worlds and civilisations, even as they were devoured, piece by piece. The last remnant of this fallen world. His song echoed through this realm, falling on dead ears, those it was sung for far beyond the point of hearing.
A great villain brandished a scythe, grinning madly from the side of a pillar. A great hero stood atop a pile of corpses, bathed in the blood of the innocent. A great warrior stood among a torrent of flame, brandishing the blade of a demon. A fickle God sang and laugh, a thousand forms in one, even as he was locked down in time, but not perception. A son of darkness and magic glared outwards, wavering on the edge between redemption and the fall. A parasitic beast stood among them, it's tendrils frayed from the power of destruction.
There were many more among the faces he passed, both friend and foe, all familiar. These halls had been carved for him, after all, some form of cruel joke from a dark God. Or perhaps it was a reminder, a reminder of the faces that he would never see again. To keep him sane through the billions of years he had spent here, waiting, singing. Amusing the very creature that had caused the end of his world, buying time for those he cherished. Such was the fate of the father, who had abandoned all for the sake of his spouse.
"Tell me," spoke the voice, emanating powerfully from the corners of the world. "What is it you sing for, in the end?"
"I sing, to remember. I sing, to try to keep hold of what I've lost. I sing for the witch, I sing for the demon. I sing for the flame, and I sing for the insect. I sing for those I hold closer than anything else..and I sing, for hope. The hope, one day, maybe, I'll see them again. Unharmed...happy. I sing, so one day, I can see my family again. I don't know if you can understand that feeling..."
These words, brings the immortal to tears. Memories of those he's loved, those he hated, those he was indifferent to. Knowing now, that many of them were nothing, obliterated into non-existence. It dug into his heart, the claws of misery, of regret. They scratched and pulled on the heart of the immortal, attempting to drag him into a sea of misery. But still, he resisted. In that infinite sea of pain, was an island of hope. He'd not been able to save everyone. He never could. But, he managed to save those closet to him. But memories of those that were dragged into that pit of oblivion, their names echoed into his mind, far to many to count.
Asura...
Kishin...
Ventus...
Micheal...
Angel...
Guldo....
Mithias...
Bob...
Alice...
Eclipse...
That list could go on, forever. Quickly, he shuts out those thoughts, and focuses on the fiend before him.
"...I have one question...Do you regret the destruction you bring? Do you know that feeling, regret, or is a creature like with without the capacity?......
..no...I can come to that answer myself...You...you could feel that..but you were never given a chance..huh...........
......Grrrrr..........I let them all down, didn't I?....... Yes...I did....my own selfishness...let them all die....no...worse, than death...."
Drac fell to his knees, punching the floor, in frustration. Each strike, the ground cracked, but quickly reformed. The domain in which he found himself, was not that he could destroy. Not normally, anyway...but this, wasn't a normal instance. No, not at all normal. For, within this man, who was older than the fabric of reality itself. Or, the current one, that is, a power stirred..one dormant, since his childhood. A power robbed from him, long before this moment...but this grief, and this will, wanting to change the past..it awakens something within him.......Again, he goes to strike the floor, but with both hands, palms out, like one diving into a pool of water, and..his hands sink into the ground, as if incorporeal,..and slowly, he pulls apart....apart...the untouchable..the unbreakable...fabric, of time.
"I'll be right back..." he says, before vanishing, into the rip in time, for but a moment, before returning, nearly instantly....but..not...before...
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