#phil and corrupted eden tbt.

[lightcreators]

Indifference easily came about how he could watched at within an outsider gaze. In middle of his perspective, every landscape was an chessboard in which there was possibilities along his hands, even if sadly usually his boss wouldn't allow him to touch closely other players … for not an unlimited period of time. Besides, everything move inside say chessboard was result of gentle calculation made previously in the background : pieces had to move in an certain way, creating an particular result, where influence had been exposed discreetly ! Within the years, remnant of caring consideration about the pieces of an chessboard lowered down, becoming simply pleasant toys that could amusing him for a while --- where eventually, someday, sometimes, he might grow bored with … and would have to left down. Unless of course it concerned one particular boy, in which, whatever the appareance, whatever the timeline, whatever circumstances, he would wish something more --- Currently, presented normality of the all grown man he could be perceived with, was another illusion left inside the outside world.

Proudly, everyone knew him without even realizing his existence, which was funny … Oh, an thought about how he represented an urban legend in which role and personality became one mutual element asssociated to his persona, where he could hardly explaining he was playing the MIB … It was a little more subtle than that. As an MIB, inside such position, he didn't have to care about whatever the kind of expression the other end will give him, nothing will change about the treatment he would give. Whatever if the other party broke. Whatever if the other party begging for mercy as brutal truths were remembered. Whatever if mentally the other end wasn't prepared for the experience. It always had been his polite way to act nice, to listen. More than more time, within people inside their organization, he expressed how he wasn't someone people shoudn't mess with, unless if they didn't find themselves brutally killed where no one would think a human could do it ! He had been someone after all who sadly cannot kill anymore physically his boss who had been annoying before, nevertheless, had maybe an possibility to explore guts of an Time Lord with the Master, who probably would have wished something else than his heavenly door wasn't keep by his gentle protective presence !

Amusingly, he understood right away why that metaphoric talk might be surprising. He had been admiring his future alternative existence inside another chessboard with an uncontrollable contempt he wasn't supposed to know about that chessboard for that reason --- where actually, without doing much, he appreciated to watching an younger naive another of his self getting himself tortured by witches … before eventually turned brutally angry and jealous and envious towards the abilities of that man not to break down as it should be, and eventually managing to gain happiness inside his terrible circumstances. Thoughts, that time around, he had to control internally for remain an pleasant man. He wanted the destruction of Ushiromiya Battler, and had been totally content about how Lady Bernkastel and self-proclaimed Furudo Erika decided to handle him, exposing indirectly an possibilitity of another alternative he didn't wanted to look at --- but an man that could being the culprit as the killer of his own family did existed … even though it was an reality coming from the past, even thought it was something who had been reflected otherwise. It wasn't the most important within Rokkenjima chessboard, where he could still remaining metaphorically around the Witch of Illusions in two manners, along the Witch of Miracles in which he shared indirectly an title, and along his future self who didn't wanted to search explanations on an Victorian boy who decided to pick HIM.

He was pleased still she sensed power he was handling. It was changing of the Master slow decomposure of his face realizing he might be something more than just an random scary human who totally knew how to kill people beyond to be power hungry … ❝ People living inside chessboards of their existence, as game within an landscape they aren't aware of. It's how I perceive it. Simply an landscape for fun, simply some pieces that could be manipulated at leisure, simply some pieces fullfilled of dreams and desires, simply some pieces wanting something eventually … ❞ It was his gentle manner as himself to speak about such thing, as sadly, he learned far too much about about being manipulated by his boss, to had been turned into an testing piece without his knoweldge, remaining without sensation of free will since in some manner, his actions were 'controlled' by influence he received. As an MIB he influenced couple of people for accepting an omerta without return, when he will know if they dare broke such thing, and would giving him associated consequences. As an underground leader pretending to be less that he was, acting as an adviser but still reflecting how he was in charge, he kept everyone in line … where tempting the devil would simply wish his boss was around for protect their poor existence of terrible ending. As an witch … he promised an particular future, meanwhile be honest about circumstances reality, about how much they could hope for that desired 'miracle' they search for … where he used to be this wishing fountain to play with the waves of this water of which he felt master, where sometimes he could take advantage of a despair presented to give them an illusion … until they make it a reality … which was different of the miracle his alternative self could create in middle of low possibilities and another man who managed with paradoxes to create beautiful results in which he was jealous. Too bad he hadn't been able to receive Lady Bernkastel's direct oral approval of their behavioral resemblance, nevertheless, he understood this witch so much that he could entertain himself metaphorically ! ❝ An chessboard is something immense and quite limited as same time, because there are particular events that cannot be touched, because there was direction of an script … ❞ He was part of shadows that cannot being perceived in daylight, of these darkness belonging to another dimension it was antichamber of the Underground where demons and ressurections could be offered as an treat in middle of an Faust's deal. He laughed as she asked that question. Ah, really, this was so amusing when pondered about him.

Within along friendly and amused smile and laugh, he answered innocently. ❝ Simply a businessman who knows how to speak the truth~ ❞ Of course, he wasn't going to confess yet he was part of the underground, neither about how all the other things he was doing. Still, he wanted bouncing back towards riddle concerning aura he left in the atmosphere. He wouldn't never get bored of such sensations, it was so pleasant for the eyes ! ❝ Also someone in which people could confine their dreams and find themselves granted if they have the guts to their wishes … which is much unlimited entertainment. Unfortunately for some, this is a necessary step if they hope to receive a fragment of hope for something that probably couldn't happen~ ❞ It was an thought towards incarnation of the Master struggling with circumstances. ❝ There's something beautiful about being an unsolvable mystery, a pleasant comforting shadow~ ❞

​​─「エデン」─  he was someone more than to meet the eyes. if anything, the CORRUPTED VESSEL felt as though she was barely scratching the surface with what he had allowed her to feel and experience in his presence. he was both open and enigmatic all at the same time. open in a way that he wasn't trying to hide anything, and enigmatic in a way that his expression nor smile gave ANYTHING AWAY for those around him to understand. that was what drew her in, wasn't it ? the façade he deployed, yet the honesty and how unapologetic he was about it all. he had been nothing but honest with her, wasn't he ? like he had NOTHING to hide, yet, in his hands was a sort of power that so many would be terrified of.

                " players, you say ... " she had witnessed how many strive to win his APPROVAL. he felt like a god, someone who was in control despite having been limited. the word limit comes up a lot in conversations, too, with a certain time lord. " who are you, really ? " the question was uttered with a tinge of innocence, a flash of CURIOSITY lacing her usually cold and indifferent tone. she wasn't masking that spark of interest. she wasn't trying to pry into his business, but she was genuinely curious as to the ROLE he held over so many. was it admiration ? perhaps. something of a more twisted nature laced in that, too.

[lightcreators]

Playfulness pleasure welcomed every corner of his smile. It wasn't exactly the first time he witnessed some interesting people along the way, but such meetings were something rare : difficut was to find an potential jewel inside the immensity of the universes ; hard was to suddently crossing someone in which he could naturally feel respect towards. A long time ago, the familiar presence of the Golden Witch, associated to her tragedy of her being, associated to the dimensional link they shared to each other, brought an desire to widened an mere game to something bigger --- why limited a revenge wish for exposing a tale merely to remnant of their family ? Why limiting themselves to one family where they could take revenge over all noblesse sphere ? Why didn't she used misunderstandings about her being as something brilliant ? In some manner, he proposed that deal to Alois Trancy : attracted by the intelligence of the kid behind his nice appareances, attracted by the strange opportunity offered down his face. Removing an noble out of the chessboard he cannot killing himself --- because Alois Trancy was supposed to be the one doing it --- had been an simple proposition. Wasn't Alois Trancy bored of the old asshole who welcoming him with nothing, ignoring him most of the time, treating him like a toy ? What hurt it would be to using him as playground inside his darkness atrocities ? What harm would be exposed to giving him the hell he offered to others ? Oh, he never forget the impression of that boy. He killed discreetly without hesitation his issue, and oh, was excited to becoming part of the shadows of the underground. Which was good, since he wold have to sending his thanks to the God of the Underground later ---

Slowly, he forced his amusement not exploding at his face. Oh, he had been noticing the sparking stars inside her golden eyes, nevertheless, there was an associated indifference. With her, confessing he blamed his limits imposed to him sounded interesting information to share. Something he personally complained with his boss, who lowered down his abilities to interfere. Actually, he had no idea about how much he could go without be limited in some manner … He would probably offering so much dead to Thanatos, he would turning his own personal Hades. Sadly, as much the shadows of the God of the Underground remained behind his back, as much some opinion had been expressed in front of his future self in middle of higher spheres, he never knew what Hades himself thought of his little person --- excepted he was supporting him. By the manner he introducing that to her, of course, he expected the potential confusion. As naturally, his lips escaped the truth most tragic truth in the room --- he was the friendly one, depiste be an horrible person, compared to the indifferent monster that could be his boss.

There was an silent approval inside an discreete laugh. Featherine was the only exception. Featherine Augustus Aurora, regardless no matter he resenting her, will be forever his exception. She was the only person in which he could accept, since she never stopped to doing that … to be in his fucking way and searching to change his perspective. There was his wife also, but rare were the people who knew the Golden Witch existence and see her with their eyes --- ❝ It isn't an impression. I let no one stand in the way. ❞ Silent admission inside his blue gaze reflected they die if they did --- and he didn't even care about what species it could be. It could be anything. It could be everything. It would change nothing. No mercy for other families of the underground ; no mercy for humans ; no mercy for aliens --- it was how he get his fun ! How it could be funny otherwise ? There was further amusement inside his features. His friendliness was something real on his side, not some kind of mask he used as an appareance. He learned quietly how to showing himself meanwhile he remained at his most pleasant personality. Alois Trancy always wanted to see more of that. He loved so much that dreadful Witch of Illusions for that --- one of single person that could digging over the potential of his being, as something natural, as something no efforts was pushed for such results. He laughed in return to the proposition. ❝ I don't want to receive an preaching of my boss ☆ ~ ❞ He confessed with a smile. ❝ He is perfectly conscious about the asshole that I am, and how to say, regardless about being an magnificent monster around, he still around rules and timelines perseverations ☆ Something I don't care. Something I will not give a shit about the consequences. ❞ Some remembrances were pondered mentally. ❝ Unfortunately I no longer have an heart for it ☆~ ❞ Last proposition was happily listened. At least, she was that kind of people. The kind in which he could find natural amusement between each other, as easily they were to understood each other without even knowing each other much --- how alike they were in their looks. ❝ I have no shortage of entertainment to offer. Neither imagination of how amusing myself. I must continue to show how much I deserve my reputation ☆~ ❞

@lightcreators asked :

" People assume I'm nice. For looking friendly most of time. For be limited inside everything I want to be, but couldn't do as much I want. It's the paradox about me. As an asshole, I'm an moral compass. " ( philip butler @ corrupted eden. HERE WE GO )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  being limited by something, whether it was the authority, the laws, or circumstances, that was a feeling the VESSEL understood more deeply than anyone else. it was contained, it was sealed deep within the frame that harbored NO MEMORY of the past, having no other purpose other than housing the seed of disaster simply waiting to be unleashed. and it was. the moment it was broken free, two existences merged into one and the will of the destruction path became like a beacon. like a guiding light. EDEN blinked her eyes, the stars within her pupils sparkled with interest and intrigue. oh. this person before her was unlike others. she could feel the bubbling excitement inside of her, causing her gloved digits to twitch and lips to pull up into a grin.

                " you don't seem like the type to let anyone stand in your way. " was that a statement or an encouragement ? perhaps it was BOTH ? one evil could sense another evil without even trying. and this man appeared to see through the façade she had adopted as a self-preservation mechanism. she had to pretend to be good in the eyes of others, to keep up that appearance and lies or else a SEAL might be placed back onto them. they wouldn't want that, wouldn't they ? a delightful laughter escaped her lips where her gaze remained locked to this individual before her. her head tilted to the side, curiosity sparked in the starlit optics of hers. " why don't you break those limits ? " now, this one was a clear ENABLER. she had found someone with the same shade of red, so why wouldn't she latch onto him for company ? she wondered how far this one could go, how far they could go if they are allowed to be unhinged. her smile deepened enthusiastically so. " i'd be more than happy to lend you a hand. "

[lightcreators]

Innocently, experienced enjoyement exposed within an positive nod and a brightest smile. It was quite an problem where his main hobby was to crush other villains to the core, left them with no hope and any kind of miracle left, where, if he was permitted, he could admiring humans guts without attached emotionality … and thanks to Featherine, always found himself limited concerning endless craving tempting his mind. Pressuring people was fun, being an terrifying shadowing presence was fun, pressuring the underground was fun, even pressuring his boss was fun --- Inside these moments, instead to showing appreciation inside casual sadism he could feel internally, especially now, he appreciated to playing around with layers of innocence. About the man he could have became if the world didn't destroyed him. ❝ A lot. ❞ It was an quite confession, an single admission this was an casual playground. ❝ I have limited playing fields, players have to do their hardest to entertain me~ It would just be a shame if I'm disappointed in front of an generous supporter who can give them what they want~ ☆ ❞

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phil : niiiiice ☆

​​─「エデン」─  " you'd like that, wouldn't you ? " more chaos, more disorder, more corruption. a DARKER shade of black.