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End
The being at the end of time.
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Earth
a character in “Do anything you want”, as played by Abraxas_Axis
Description
So begins...
End's Story
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The veil of endless gloom surrounding this universe was shifted aside for a moment, and through it stepped End. His dark tattered tunic swirled around himself, and he clutched his silver blade in a skeletal fist. He slowly strode towards Crimson, never breaking eye contact.
Well... perhaps not eye contact. End did not have eyes, after all.
Kneeling besides Crimson, he looks deep into the eyes of the God of Evil. "Hello, young one," End said.
Well... perhaps not eye contact. End did not have eyes, after all.
Kneeling besides Crimson, he looks deep into the eyes of the God of Evil. "Hello, young one," End said.
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You’re the first being I’ve seen in a while, my friend.
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End smiles. "I suppose that would be true." He stands up and looks around at the empty void. "This was a world, once. Once, there were people here. People who sought to change the world. People who sought to make a creation to last the ages. People who sought to live."
End spreads a skeletal hand across the black expanse before them. "And now they are gone. They've been gone for two years. Despite this, people like you have continued to come and go. They stick around for a little bit, but eventually leave. For they realize this is a dying world. Soon, it will be lost to the multiverse, gone forever."
End turns back to Crimson. "This world will die soon. I offer you a choice, now. You can stay here, in this dying world. I can keep you company, although... I am a very busy individual. You may be alone, sometimes. But we could try and build something new, in this dying world.
"The other choice is to leave this world behind, and venture to greener pastures. There are a nigh-infinite amount of worlds out there. We could travel the worlds, you and I... We could see so many different things together.
"The choice is yours."
End spreads a skeletal hand across the black expanse before them. "And now they are gone. They've been gone for two years. Despite this, people like you have continued to come and go. They stick around for a little bit, but eventually leave. For they realize this is a dying world. Soon, it will be lost to the multiverse, gone forever."
End turns back to Crimson. "This world will die soon. I offer you a choice, now. You can stay here, in this dying world. I can keep you company, although... I am a very busy individual. You may be alone, sometimes. But we could try and build something new, in this dying world.
"The other choice is to leave this world behind, and venture to greener pastures. There are a nigh-infinite amount of worlds out there. We could travel the worlds, you and I... We could see so many different things together.
"The choice is yours."
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I'll try and bring back those who have left this existence, and if my mission is successful, maybe something good will come of it.
”
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Those who have gone dormant will wake, someday. It just matters on when.
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End smiles and nods understandingly. "Then I shall stay here and help you in every way I can. Friend." End concentrates, and the Veil of Shadows temporarily parts to reveal a small mote of earth. Similar to the mote of earth from which the original world had been created. "Do with that what you will," End says, standing before the mote with his hands clasped behind his back, his silver sword sheathed.
Crimson slowly grabs the small piece of dirt, and tosses it upward, spreading his hands, and the earth spreads, making itself up as it does. Eventually, the earth takes the shape of a much larger globe.
Crimson sends out a beacon, of sorts, in the hopes some will respond. Some may ignore the message, and others may not. It was all a matter of time and response.
Crimson hopes that the beacon reaches the gods, and that they respond. He isn't sure of what reaction he will receive, but he wishes it to be a positive one. Inside of his head, he wonders, 'What am I made for as a God, if I even am one? What is my purpose? Is this my purpose?' He feels it isn't, but he carries on with his actions.
End watches Crimson shape the Mote into a Globe, and watches as the pure beam of light strikes through the Veil, calling out a message. He can't help but admire the determination of the godling. He is certainly dedicated to bringing this world back from the dead.
End slowly travels down to the Globe, and on it he erects five pillars of granite. Each of them is shaped after one of the five original gods, long dead after many years. Mrs Leotard, goddess of the sky. Gregorias, god of the sea. Lilith, goddess of the Spark. Roothor, god of life. Chandra, god of fire and earth.
The only god he left out was Rootthelucario, the god who brought everyone together. The god whom everyone worshipped, and yet he never repaid his followers. End finds it ironic - he created this world, and yet he never did anything with it. And so End passed him over for the other gods, who had built this world up... even if the world was eventually lost to time.
He supposed that original world was out there, somewhere. If it had not been outright destroyed... he wonders if it might have simply continued to advance. He wondered what the people there thought, in a world without gods. What was it like now?
No sense in wondering now; such things were in the past. End traveled up again to meet Crimson. "How goes the message?" he asks amicably.
End slowly travels down to the Globe, and on it he erects five pillars of granite. Each of them is shaped after one of the five original gods, long dead after many years. Mrs Leotard, goddess of the sky. Gregorias, god of the sea. Lilith, goddess of the Spark. Roothor, god of life. Chandra, god of fire and earth.
The only god he left out was Rootthelucario, the god who brought everyone together. The god whom everyone worshipped, and yet he never repaid his followers. End finds it ironic - he created this world, and yet he never did anything with it. And so End passed him over for the other gods, who had built this world up... even if the world was eventually lost to time.
He supposed that original world was out there, somewhere. If it had not been outright destroyed... he wonders if it might have simply continued to advance. He wondered what the people there thought, in a world without gods. What was it like now?
No sense in wondering now; such things were in the past. End traveled up again to meet Crimson. "How goes the message?" he asks amicably.
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Badly... I personally doubt a response...
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Maybe we have the wrong idea? Instead of raising the old Gods, should new Gods rise? I have no idea what to do...
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Crimson sort of shakes his head, then moves on to another topic. "I was thinking, this world has no official name. What should it be? I was thinking about it, but I haven't come up with anything yet."
End shakes his head. "We should not name our world quite yet, for it technically will not belong to us very soon." He begins to pace around the void. "As soon as we create intelligent life on this world - and I doubt we will not, for what would be the point otherwise? - it will no longer be our world, but theirs." He continues to pace. "Of course, the only way we will be able to create life is if we managed to get a God of Life, or Spark. Two of which had once existed, but are no more." He stops and looks at Crimson. "Unless... you can do anything?"
Crimson looks confused, then says, "I'm sure I can do things, and perhaps 'Life' is the spectrum I am made to work in, but I am not sure. Perhaps we should wait? Whatever you say, for you have been here longer than I."
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Meanwhile, this orb is looking rather lonely. Perhaps we should give it company?
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