#I am SO NORMAL ABOUT GALACTA KNIGHY I PROMISE ITS NIT GETTINF WORSE

[serenefountain]

Instead of focusing on my main work which I"should" be writing, here's a little bit more about World-burn, featuring a bit of commentary from me throughout and after. My commentary will be in blue.

(I'm putting a break here because the next segment heavily references violence/murder/gore, because angst)

Red was the colour of the scene, a deepest lovely crimson, freshly spilled from the bodies and hearts of those who recently attempted to seal him away. They never could. It was getting to the point that he was even afraid of himself. How pitiful, the most powerful creature in the galaxy terrified of himself as those whom he smited? Another soul gone, another creature crushed under the sheer weight of his lance. And he couldn't stop it— Stars, the violence was beautiful, but it was wrong in all it was made of— perhaps he didn't want it to stop. He— the Aeon Hero— was practically nonexistent now, replaced with a wrathful Galacta Knight where he once stood. "What was good, what was evil?" Once Halcandra fell, where would he go? That was thinking too far ahead, he must stick with the moment. He breathed the smoky air, filled with the fires from the past eve. Perhaps he shouldn't have looked down in front of him. Before him lay the motionless body of someone he once cared for. "Who are you? Do I know you?" he asked the corpse as if it could respond. He blinked, searching in his mind for who this may be. Before him was Aquamarine (an OC of mine, who was the youngest of the four heroes, though not by much. His appearance that of a ocean blue orb with pale turquoise eyes. Out of all the heroes, he has known Galacta for the longest.), immediately triggering a large gasp from his own self. Galacta Knight stumbled backwards in horror at his own crime. He shuddered, then turned backwards. He knew what he had to do. He began to chase the sunset, running and running closer to the horizon, wishing he could touch it. The only way to catch him now would be by his burgundy stained gloves. They cannot take him alive.

Wow, I'm dropping no context for why that happened here, but you'll see, it gets worse. I'm going to keep putting Galacta through the horrors™ until he realises what he's done, which will be never. After this, we begin to backtrack, seeing who and why he's doing what he's doing. We'll see more from the heroes of yore in a bit...