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[erabundus]

❝ through her eyes of perfect ambiguity ... we were born to keep the WORLD in harmony ...  ❞

[erabundus]

❝  apologies  aren't  really  worth  much.  ❞  it's  a  statement  of  fact  —  one  she  is  no  doubt  AWARE  of.  there  aren't  words  she  can  speak  to  give  him  the  closure  he  needs.  anything  that  does  leave  her  mouth  is  gutted  —  hollow  condolences  of  someone  with  no  way  of  remembering  their  past  transgressions.  even  if  she  had  some  way  of  regaining  the  knowledge  struck  clean  from  the  records  of  the  world,  what  would  that  solve?  the  past  is  an  UGLY  thing  —  but  ren  knows  better  than  anyone  that  it  is  as  immutable  as  her  concept  of  eternity.  this  conversation  cannot  erase  the  pain  wrought  by  centuries  of  abandonment;  the  best  he  can  hope  to  do  is  use  it  as  another  tool  to  pick  at  the  chains  binding  him  to  DESPAIR.

he  has  the  awareness  to  understand  that  much,  but  lacks  the  emotional  stability  to  accept  it.  (  at  least  not  with  elegance.  )  there  is  still  a  part  inside  of  him  that  cries  out  for  something  more  SUBSTANTIAL.  perhaps  there  always  will  be  —  and  ren  simply  has  to  learn  how  to  live  with  it.  he's  always  just  had  to  learn  how  to  live  with  it; such is the price of the unending existence she's burdened him with.

❝  i  wasn't  trying  to  rid  myself  of  your  gaze.  ❞  the  wanderer  mutters.  his  throat  feels  tight;  shame  and  bitterness  are  a  set  of  hands  curled  tight  around  his  neck.   ❝  this  life  you've  given  me  was  not  something  i  chose  to  use  wisely,  and  the  disaster  my  actions  have  wrought  echoed  through  this  world  even  centuries  after  the  fact.  i  became  a  bitter,  hateful  person ...  and  allowed  myself  to  be  used  by  people  far  more  bitter  and  hateful  than  i.  ❞  and  he,  the  blank  slate,  the  ignorant  puppet,  could  only  allow  their  darkness  to  CORRUPT  him  further.  a  self-perpetuating  cycle  that  only  contributed  to  the  overall  degradation  of  any  redeeming  qualities  he  may  have  once  possessed.   ❝  inazuma  was  not  exempt  from  this.  ❞   the  wanderer  continues,  refusing  to  allow  himself  even  a  moment  to  feel  regret.  ❝  certain  historical  tragedies  you  now  view  as  simple  misfortunes ...  may  very  well  be  a  direct  result  of  my  past  life's  machinations.  irminsul  just  fed  you  a  revised  version  of  history  —  one  without  me  in  it.  ❞

he  pauses,  suddenly.  indigo  hues  go  wide  —  and  ren  looks  up,  fixing  her  with  a  look  of  raw  confusion.  ❝  ...  wait.  ❞   wait.  ❝  what exactly  do  you  mean  by  YOUR  GAZE?  ❞  he  had  assumed  she  was  speaking  in  metaphor.  he  dearly  hopes  that  is  the  case  —  that  he's  merely  overthinking.

With each moment she was unable to see the very face that haunted her, Ei knows she'd surely be grateful, but the uncertainty of his reactions and her own memory fills her with some sort of gnawing dread of this conversation. That call to her humanity felt like no compliment, but the edge to it was so dull. A question began to nag at her, as all other questions so far had been answers. Why hadn't she seen this? Even if she didn't remember making him, her gaze will follow the edge of the world for the sake of eternity, whether she is aware of a presence's existence before they threaten the balance or not.

Ei feels the uncertainty that meets this question rise as the silence follows her revelation. Thankfully, it eases both archon and puppet when the explanation finally comes, confirming at least that scrap of a memory to be true. Her arms cross against her chest, one held towards her chin as she looks away from his lowered kasa to think more clearly on what he says. It's when he admits to being the reason behind that memory being so far away, that things finally click in to place. That memory was likely only due to her connection with what she knows could do such a thing to her.

For the briefest moment, her head lowers and breath halts completely. Then, their eyes close, and Ei lowers the Shogun with Ren's claim to have done it himself. That would not be what would happen when one who intends to bring harm to the order of their world realizes the power of Irminsul. Her breathing returns, as does her somber tone, "If this was the work of what lies in this nation, then... if I am part of what made you do that, I am deeply sorry. I'm afraid I can't offer any more closure beyond that, though." She knew it was nothing, if something was so deep inside him that he could barely stand looking at her. Violet eyes open, attention drawn to the lotus crafted onto his kasa. From the energy pouring from it, she could tell such an intricate thing wasn't an ordinary accessory. The beauty of it could certainly do its job in keeping the world from truly seeing what's underneath. Ei wonders if he does it to blend in more with humans, even after scorning that very thing within her. "Irminsul is incredibly powerful, as I'm sure you know doubt know from the catalyst it granted you, as well as the body you inhabit. To rid yourself of even my gaze is a feat that only that great tree can do."

[momijiba]

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[ruinlost]

WHICH ART MOTIF ARE YOU?

a lonely person though you may be quiet, your heart is full of longing. you spend much of your time with your own mind, and that may very well be a beautiful thing. art reference: automat by edward hopper

snowy towns you have the ability to see the greatness in the mundane, and it's beautiful. you would just like to live your life, and love all its things. art reference: it snows oh it snows by grandma moses

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[erabundus]

i've  mentioned  this  on  discord  before,  but  ren  genuinely  has  depression.  yet  the  reasoning  for  it  (  the  source  )  is  a  bit  unconventional  —  because  he  was  quite  literally  made  with  it.  ei's  overwhelming  grief  spilled  into  the  power  she  used  during  the  process  of  his  creation;  it  imbued  him  not  only  with  the  ability  to  cry  (  which  is  not  a  function  he  was  originally  meant  to  have  )  but  a  perpetual  feeling  of  melancholy  and  yearning  he  can  neither  rid  himself  of,  nor  comprehend  the  source.  this  goes  in  addition  to  the  more  commonly  seen  symptoms  of  depression  (  restlessness,  irritability,  loss  of  interest,  etc  )  —  ren  is  more  overtly despondent  than  scaramouche,  but  literally  every  flavor  of  scrunkly  is  living  with  it  by  virtue  of  being  ei's  creation.

he  isn't  actually  AWARE  of  this,  either  —  because  he's  never  known  what  it's  like  to  not  experience  constant  grief,  ren  just  assumes  sad  is  the  universal  default  state  of  being.  as  a  result,  there  are  times  when  he  gets  genuinely  FRUSTRATED  because  he  doesn't  understand  he's  struggling  with  something  beyond  his  own  control.  when  it  grows  particularly  bad,  he  can  at  least  register  something  is  wrong  —  but  that  usually  only  leads  to  him  condemning  himself  for  being  so  viscerally  emotional. it's a very painful, very unhealthy cycle.

that's  also  why  he  was  in  such  a  comparatively  cheerful  mood  during  the  whole  bodyswap  mini event  —  because  he  was  inhabiting  kazuha's  body,  he  could  at  least  escape  from  part  of  the  eternal  melancholy.  he  still  had  depression;  he  just  wasn't  inhabiting  a  form  that  was  actively  exacerbating  his  symptoms.

[erabundus]

the  problem  with  CONQUEST  is  it's  an  utterly  insatiable  thing.  he  stands  a  newly  born  god,  power  at  his  fingertips  beyond  even  his  own  obsessive  ambitions  —  yet  it  isn't  enough  to  SUSTAIN  him  indefinitely.  (  nothing  short  of  making  the  world  turn  at  his  behest  ever  will.  )  the  thrill  of  victory  is  growing  stale,  and  in  its  place,  that  familiar  hunger  for  more  more  more  has  returned  to  haunt  him.

perhaps  it's  time  he  takes  a  more  proactive  approach,  as  opposed  to  letting  his  songbird  have  all  the  fun.

eyes of ETERNITY ... are you regretting your mistake?

[erabundus]

❝ oh? my biological family? you mean arakan,  ❞ looks at smudged writing on hand, ❝ whey ... and nuts boy?  ❞

[erabundus]

the  humans  fall  before  they  so  much  as  register  his  presence;  consciousnesses  snuffed  out  like  a  candlewick  betwixt  the  new  god's  fingers.  really,  what  purpose  does  a  deity  have  for ��MORTAL  guards?  it's  so  transparently  performative,  he  can't  help  but  be annoyed by it.  and yet ... in all of  his  own  divine  irrationality,  belial  still chooses  to  let  them  live — not out of MERCY, but rather to administer a lesson in their own powerlessness. a taste of what fate all those who so audaciously choose to meddle in matters reserved for higher beings, crushed like ants beneath an uncaring heel.

in any case, he has far nobler blood to stain his hands with tonight.

he  flickers  in  and  out  of  sight  —  one  moment,  a  strolling figure  so  deceptively  humanoid,  the  next  evaporating  in  a  flash  of  lightning.  kunikuzushi  is  dead,  yet  the  new  god  still  chooses  to  wear  his  face  and  form  for  this  endeavor.  even  if  it  is  BENEATH  him,  that  pitiful  visage  no  doubt  rings  deceptively  familiar.  he  wants  her  to  look  into  the  eyes  of  the  son  that  she  abandoned  and  see  what  he  has  become.  feel  the  remorse  of  knowing  she  is  culpable  in  everything  that  has  transpired,  and  everything  that  is  soon  to  follow.  despair  that  her  fragile  puppet  now  threatens  to  ascend  to  a  higher  plane  than  a  creature  arrogant  as  she  —  that  he  is  strong,  that  he  is  stronger  than  she  ever  could  have  imagined.  strong  enough  to  break  this  stagnant  ETERNITY  with  his  own  two  hands.

the  electro  crackles,  coalesces,  and  reforms  in  tenshukaku  one  final  time.  then  belial  stands,  facing  the  final  GUARDIAN  between  himself  and  the  god  responsible  for  his  existence.  his  eyes  glow  like  celestial  bodies,  fueled  the  strength  of  not  one  gnosis  —  but  two.

he  is  cordial,  yet  demanding,  as  he  makes  his  single  request.  ❝  let  me  in.  ❞

@euthymicblade is throwing roast chicken in scaramouche's enclosure

[erabundus]

forcing your so-called perfect sibling to experience EMOTIONS and irreparably breaking them as a direct result is one of the many perks of godhood.

[erabundus]

@euthymicblade &&. said... "Son, did you sign me up for something called elf practice? I am being told I missed it with a weird image."

he's  sitting  in  the  bathroom  sink,  knees  to  his  chest,  face  mere  inches  away  from  the  mirror.  his  fingers  are  wrapped  around  a  tube  of  liquid  eyeliner.  ren  tries  not  to  GRIMACE  as  he  draws  a  sharp line  of  pine  tree  green  across  one  lid  —  knowing  he  (  somehow  )  has  to  turn  this  holly  jolly  horrendous  color  scheme  into  a  disgustingly  festive  look  that  says  i  am simultaneously  the  hottest  and  most  untouchable  person  in  this  entire  room.  he  has  his  work  cut  out  for  him,  but  thankfully,  ren  is  nothing  if  not  stubborn. ( oftentimes to a fault. )

he  leans  back  to  inspect  his  HANDIWORK.  he's  going  to  be  picking  red  and  green  glitter  out  of  his  hair,  clothes,  everything  for  weeks  to  come  —  but  it's  for  a  good  cause.  for  charity.  (  literally.  )  somehow  he's  gotten  himself  wrapped  up  in  doing  this  stupid  christmas  fundraiser  stream,  because  someone  thought  to  use  his  single  redeemable  quality  AGAINST  him.  it's  annoying ...  but  he  supposes  there  are  worse  ways  to  spend  an  evening  than  playing  dead  by  daylight,  griping  at  his  lovely  followers  between  matches  to  throw  their  money  at  a  children's  hospital. he could still be contracted with the fatui.

living well is the best revenge ... but so is pulling a higher viewer count on his own merits than he ever did with them.

ren  glances  over  his  shoulder  at  the  sound  of  his  mother's  voice.  lips  press  into  a  thin  line  as  he  tries  to  figure  out  who  in  their  right  mind  has  been  poisoning  her  with  surreal shitpost humor  from  2017.  that's  just  cruel even by his standards;  some  days,  he's genuinely  surprised  she  can  even  turn  on  her  electronics  all by herself.

❝ i don't know, mom.  ❞ ren replies vaguely, turning back to finish his other eye. because he can't help but be a bit mean, he adds, ❝ why WEREN'T you at elf practice?  ❞

[erabundus]

perception  comes  in  snapshots  —  a  nanoseconds  conveyed  through  a  slideshow  of  information  as  the  puppet  rises  to  strike  him  down.  they  move  fast  as  the  lighting  they  wield;  no  human  could  ever  hope  to  COMPREHEND  their  battle,  much  less  withstand  it.  (  such  a  shame;  and  there  belial  had  chosen  not  to  take  the  lives  of  the  worthless.  )  the  time  for  words  is  over.  they  are  charging  at  him  with  the  intent  to  KILL,  weapon  raised,  violence  in  every  fiber  of  their  being.  the  lack  of  mercy  present  in  their  deadened  stare  is  a  bit  thrilling.  finally,  finally  she  sees  him  —  finally  she  acknowledges  him,  even  if  only  as  a  threat.  he  wonders,  does  she  regret  ever  bringing  him  into  this  world?  she  will.  she  will.  she  will ...  and  he  will  drink  in  that  remorse  like  ambrosia.

the  blade  cleaves  straight  through  him;  the  new  god  puts  forth  no  effort  to  dodge  the  brutal  swing.  for  a  moment,  time  stands  still.  belial  stays  suspended  in  midair,  bisected  at  the  chest  —  his  own  hollow  stare  meeting  that  of  his  sibling's.  he  smiles with too many teeth.

then,  his  body  dissolves.  becoming  one  with  electro  itself,  there's  a  point-blank  explosion  —  sound  and  brightness  and  the  burning  scent  of  ozone  all  so  intense  as  to  be  overwhelming.  the  heat  alone  would  be  enough  to  strip  a  human  face  clean  to  the  bone  —  but  of  course,  the  shogun  is  not  nearly  so  fragile.  it  isn't  an  attack  so  much  as  it  is  a  misdirection;  belial  reforms  behind  them,  still  floating  like  a  cloud.  his  hands  come  together,  pointer  finger  to  thumb  and  vice-versa.  trapping  the  puppet  within  a  rectangle,  a  picture  frame,  a  snapshot.  he  is  not  so  arrogant  as  to  fight  the  electro  archon  with  her  own  ELEMENT.  yet  fortune  has  shone  upon  him  —  as compensation  for  his  centuries  of  misery,  the  new  god  has  not  been  given  one  gnosis  to  draw  strength  from ...  but  two.

his  eyes  light  up  with  dendro's  color;  beneath  the  balladeer's  attire,  his  ley  lines  do  the  same.  a  brilliant  green,  like  polished  emeralds.

❝  you're  in  the  way.  ❞   brick  cracks;  foundation  crumbles.  the  roots  of  a  great  tree  shoot  up  from  the  ground,  intending  to  ensnare  the  shogun  in  their  crushing  hold.

@euthymicblade from HERE because we hate the beta editor.

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something  is  wrong  with  him.  something  is  very,  very,  very  wrong  with  him  —  and  it  only  grows  worse  the  more  they  SPEAK.  it  feels  like  a  mass,  white  hot  and  tarry,  is  pressing  against  the  inside  of  his  skull  and  each  word  only  bids  the  pressure  to  increase.  he  grabs  at  his  temples,  fingers  pulling,  tearing,  ripping  at  his  own  hair  —  not  that  it  really  matters.  his  thoughts,  frantic  like  a  terrified  field  mouse,  screech  that  his  skull  will  split  asunder  from  the  force  if  he  doesn't  physically  hold  it  together.  like  the  information  is  AWAKENING  something  inside  of  him  and  it's  too  much  —  it's  too  much  even  for  this  body,  now  saturated  in  divinity  and  the  power  of  two  gnosis,  to  possibly  contain.  they're  still  talking.  they're  still  talking.  belial  sees  them  rise,  wreathed  in  a  familiar  glow.  his  purpose.  that  name.  it's  not  his.  it's  not  his.  (  but  why  does  it  FEEL  like  his  own?  )

❝  stop  —  stop  talking,  i ...  ❞  the  new  god  gasps,  clinging  to  only  the  barest  vestiges  of  coherence.  he's  vaguely  aware  of  sinking  to  his  knees.  his  form  shimmers  and  distorts  like  a  distant  image  warped  by  heat.  his  true  body.  then,  the  balladeer.  then,  the  kabukimono.  then,  (  for  just  the  briefest  of  moments  )  an  appearance  he's  never  taken  on  before.  long  hair,  extravagant  clothes  dyed  in  soft,  lavender  hues  —  and  the  same  face  he  was  made  with.  ❝  i'm  not ...  that's  not  me.  ❞  yet  even  as  he  speaks,  the  pain  grows  all  the  more  severe  —  almost  as  if  to  QUESTION  him.  a litany of information  surfaces  in  his  tumultuous  mind.  memories,  images,  conversations  and  emotions,  emotions,  emotions.  they  aren't  his,  but  they  are  his.  that  isn't  him,  but  that  is  him.

drip,  drip.  the  moisture  hits  the  ground.  belial  suddenly  becomes  aware  of  the  tears  sliding  down  his  cheeks  —  but  why  is  he  CRYING?  from  the  agony?  from  the  grief?  or  do  these  tears  belong  to  someone  else  entirely,  expressing  their  sorrow  on  the  new  god's  behalf?

❝  ...  ❞   he's  the  balladeer  again.  belial's  chest  shakes  with  heaving  breaths  —  this  new  body  actually  WANTS  to  breathe.  for  several  minutes,  he  doesn't  speak;  he  merely  stares  at  his  warped  reflection  in  the  shined  floor.  (  bright  eyes  and  a  smear  of  purple.  )   ❝  it  doesn't  matter.  ❞   he  eventually  says,  though  the  voice  spilling  from  his  lips  is  rough  and  unsteady.  as  though  he's  trying  to  convince  himself  as  much  as  he  is  the  shogun.   ❝  what  she  originally  intended  for  me  doesn't  matter ...  she  threw  away  the  right  to  determine  my  FUTURE  along  with  the  rest  of  me.  ❞   the  new  god  looks  up,  lips  quirked  in  a  crooked  little  smile.  it  feels  off.  it  feels  wrong.  there  are  too  many  teeth.   ❝  for  all  that  our  creator  scorned  emotion ...  she  was  wracked  with  more  twisted  sentimentality  than  either  of  us  combined.  how  disgusting.  how ...  shameful.  ❞   yes,  that's  it.  she's  the  problem.  her.  her.  her.  ❝  she  created  me,  and  now  the  world  has  to  suffer  the  consequences.  ❞

For once, the emotions don't wrack her body. This knowledge was the very nature of her being, and she was not some monster, she knew these memories were nothing but the reason she was built. Now, she feels this shake, the feeling all to familiar. The time she spent in simple neutrality of this fact has given her a thicker skin when it comes to this. Her tears do not fall, but it becomes all too clear the them why Belial's does. This was new information, making it a much harder pill to swallow for him.

Despite being more put together, their voice still shakes as they begins to explain in a familiar robotic tone, "You and I are truly built differently in purpose and intent. Our creator is Raiden Ei, the shadow of Raiden Makoto, and who died in the fall of Khaenri'ah. Raiden Ei was the Shogun who fell gods and slayed demons, not Raiden Makoto, yet she went into the battle first. She died there, leaving Ei to become the only Raiden Shogun." Finally, they look away from him, recounting the tale with a tired wistfulness. Lightning's glow falls onto their own hands, holding them out, "I was not made to replace Raiden Makoto. I was made to just be the Raiden Shogun. Ei could not lead the land of eternity when in a form subject to erosion."

As they explained, the arms they stared at began to glow with a purple light, powered by the elemental energy within them. Soon, it spread to their body, and the sound metal melded with a small crackle in the air as for the first time, their true form was revealed. While their height didn't change, but that also didn't change the fact they still would often have to look down at him. The sheer imposing figure still held the resemblance of their creator, but served as the sheer might of Inazuma's power that kept them forever eternal. They didn't summon any extensions, no armor that would change her simple clothes, simply seemed to lose most facades of skin under the gown. Yet, what perhaps would prove more damaging were their next words, eyes still free of tears meeting his own.

"You were made to replace Raiden Makoto, an entirely different intention. While her grief still rests within me, you were built with her face and her perception of Makoto in her mind. I could not say what part of you made her change this, but since you were the most successful of those attempts, the bare essentials of what I might be have been built off of... I was made soon after you were sealed away, and she made me only to house her sword, and consciousness therein."

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CHARACTER STUDY. 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆 bold = applies to your muse italics = sometimes applies

EYES:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other HAIR   :   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other BODY  TYPE:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight SKIN:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored GENDER:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way SEXUALITY:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels EDUCATION:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD| other  I’VE  BEEN:   in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot POSITIVE  TRAITS   :   affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm NEGATIVE  TRAITS   :   aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic  | argumentative LIVING  SITUATION: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other  PARENTS  /  GUARDIANS:   mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather SIBLING(S):   sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other ( found family, found family. 👏 ) RELATIONSHIP:   single ( depends on verse ) | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated I  HAVE  A(N):   learning disorder | personality disorder (BPD) | mental / mood disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD  | mental disability | physical disability THINGS  I’VE  DONE  BEFORE:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

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[momijiba]

URL Song Challenge

Murder In My Mind - Kordhell OVERLAP - Kimeru My life my time - Tetsuya Kakihara I'm a mess - MY FIRST STORY Judas - Lady Gaga I'm a Hurricane - Wellmess, Divty Brave Shine - Aimer Army Of The Night - Powerwolf

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@euthymicblade &&. said... MEAL : for both muses to prepare and share a meal together.

❝  to  be  honest ...  i'm  quite  surprised.  ❞  futen  mused,  laughing  softly  under  his  breath.  ❝  pleasantly,  though.  i  wasn't  aware  you  COOKED  at  all.  ❞  he  supposed  there  were  many  things  he  still  didn't  know  about  his  mother.  prior  to  sealing  herself  away,  their  interactions  had  always  felt rather  cold  (  painful,  even  )  —  though  he  had  been  too  naïve  to  realize  as  much  at  the  time.  he  only  knew  his  mother  to  be  haunted  by  some  form  of  unknown  sadness,  and  deluded  himself  into  thinking  he  could  find  a  solution.  in  truth,  she  had  been  battling  her  demons,  preoccupied  with  other  things,  and  he  was  barely  more  than  a  child  OBLIVIOUSLY  yearning  for  his  parent's  attention.

it  was  a  little  funny.  (  albeit  in  a  sad  way,  perhaps.  )  even  now,  even  after  five  hundred  years,  it  felt  as  though  they  were  still  getting  to  KNOW  each  other. he supposed in some ways, that was entirely true. she had been gone, and he had continued to grow, change, evolve.

... in hindsight, tasking futen with upholding her ideals of ETERNITY was a wasted effort from the very beginning.

❝  even  if  i  have  no  need  for  it,  i've  always  found  the  act  of  preparing  food  to  be  quite  enjoyable.  ❞   he  continued  earnestly.  ❝  it  was  one  of  the  skills  i  picked  up  during  my  time  under  the  care  of  HUMANS.  ❞   it  had  even  evolved  into  a  (  brief  )  point  of  contention  —  for  surely  someone  of  futen's  status  need  not  waste  his  precious  time  on  a  mundane  task  that  could  easily  be  left  to  a  subordinate.  yet  he  disagreed. the peace it brought him alone made it a worthwhile endeavor. ❝ ... perhaps i should follow your LEAD, then? what do you want to make?  ❞

A COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF SCENARIOS

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❝  crushed  beneath  the  weight  of  an  existence  without  end.  ❞  the  new  god  says,  tone  steeped  in  a  dark  whimsy  —  as  though  he  means  to  recite  some  fairy  tale  with  a  grisly  conclusion.  ❝  barred  from  death.  barred  from  madness.  knowing  no  matter  how  much  you  may  bend,  you  were  never  built  to  break.  even  when  the  gods  themselves  erode  to  useless  dust.  ❞  he  steps  into  the  room;  his  figure  moves  like  a  blot  of  ink  in  the  mirror  —  dark,  so  fluid  in  its  movements  as  to  be  unsettling.  though  he  wears  the  balladeer's  visage,  the  composition  of  belial's  body  is  different  now.  even  the  puppet's  faulty  human  veneer  is  a  STRUGGLE  to  maintain  with  the  same  level  of  believability.  were  he  to  compare  the  experience  to  something,  he  thinks  kunikuzushi  is  but  a  cocoon  that  his  true  form  could  rend  asunder  with  a  twitch  of  his  wings.  ❝  a  permanent  existence,  shackled  to  an  impermanent  world ...  with  no  hope  for  escape.  ❞

he  stops  behind  them.  looming,  eyes  aglow  with  the  power  of  the  twin  gnosis  fueling  his  core.   ❝  that  is  the  true  meaning  of  ETERNITY.  ❞  lips  curl  in  a  humorless  smile.   ❝  her  eternity ...  the  curse  she  forced  on  us  both.  ❞  it's  an  agony  he  has  shouldered  against  from  the  moment  he  could  understand  the  HORROR  inherent  in  his  own  existence.  it's  simply  strange  having  someone  else  to  share  it  with. perhaps they could endeavor to find a solution to that together ... yet he isn't about to pose such a question to them now.

❝  you  have  no  PURPOSE.  ❞   is  what  belial  says  instead  —  and  though  it  may  sound  cruel,  the  new  god  knows  it  to  be  true.  that  is  also  a  particular  struggle  he  finds  himself  intimately  familiar  with.   ❝  no  reason  for  being ...  but  due  to  the  power  etched  into  every  fiber  of  your  being,  you  also have  no  choice  but  to  continue  this  tedious  life. miserable and yearning for something you can't put a name to.  ❞   he  tilts  his  head  —  going  just  a  bit  too  far  for  comfort,  before  he  catches  himself  and  rights  his  neck  back  into  a  more  natural  position.  though  belial  doesn't  speak,  the  question  is  clear.  i'm  right,  aren't  i?  of  course  he  is.

❝  i'm  not  going  to  tell  you  what  to  do,  if  that's  what  you're  expecting.  clinging  to  another  person's  desires  won't  bring  you  any  satisfaction ... only deeper despair.  ❞ and resentment. that would be problematic for his own goals.

That word was foreign, known only as something that can never be fulfilled. The Shogun doesn't want anything, because the one thing either puppet or soul could ever want again was impossible to attain. Not even deity's could be brought back from death, it came for all, swallowed into the sea of eternity like everything else. Eternity was not an absence of death entirely, that much had been proven over and over again in their creator's life. There was no escape from it once it had taken over. Makoto was gone the day and years they had fought Ei. That was the only thing they could have ever wanted, knowing it would solve every illogic behavior of the goddess, and render themself unneeded. That was what want was, wasn't it? Something that would fulfill, like how being unneeded to Inazuma anymore would feel. They wanted Inazuma to not need them, perhaps? But that wasn't what it was, and they could no longer be there. They just couldn't.

"So you understand this... inane struggle." It was a wonder they could speak so calmly and well still, even as their mind cracked and crumbled under the weight of its existence. The fact they weren't mad was truly only because they couldn't be, it was physically impossible. However, it gave them no mercy to the pain and shame that ravages inside their head. "Pathetic, I am aware. Is this how you felt?" Their tone is genuine, even if miserable. Belial was the only one who could ever understand something like this, they had no other choice but to try to figure out what this new hellish existence will be like and what to expect.

"The only thing I have ever known is her want, and that I shared it. Even now, part of me does. Inazuma is almost all I have been able to think about." They had never mentioned their own thoughts, nothing of what had kept them so still and lost. It is nothing on what else besides it, yet it feels like an admission of defeat to this new world. An acceptance that things will not be changing. Yet they felt like there was no other choice anymore. Is that what helplessness was like?