Post by The Lone Wolf on Aug 12, 2007 22:57:13 GMT -5
Some cultures believe that the waking world is the illusion and dreams are the reality. What It had learned over Its long, long existence was that there are many different kinds of reality, none with superiority over the others.
Unfortunately some forms of reality are easier to come to grips with and easier to interpret than others. Such is the case with the world of our dreams. Effect can precede Cause, light can become darkness. What is may soon not be, and that which is perceived as separate and distinct in the waking world can flow together like a river joining with the ocean.
This is what happened as It slept. And for It, thousands of years of rivers flowed endlessly into a vast and infinite ocean of unrest.
What was happening was difficult to tell, difficult to articulate or form in any thought recognizable to the conscious world. But though it could not properly be labeled, it was powerful... incredibly powerful.
Part of this new plane of reality centered around the temporal events in the so called "real world." It saw Itself, It saw Steel, and It saw fire... deep, hot fire. Fire tearing through the sky to consume it. Fire lashing out as well at Its enemy, seeking to engulf Itself and Steele.
These earthly flames mixed with another fire, so much older, and so much worth. A fire that had also burned him, but burned him more deeply than flesh or bone, a fire that burned his soul. It was punishment, punishment from them... he had disobeyed their commands, interfered with their master plan, and they showed him exactly what would happen if ever he did that. Paradise would not be his. Only omnipotent agony.
It was pain so... complete that It could not fully comprehend the sensation while confined in a human body. The pain of the Earthly flames that devoured him mixed with this pain of memory to form something worse. But It struggled against it. It fought the mighty flame, It would not give up! By the Gods, it would triumph! This monster could not stand before its righteous rage, the rage of millenia of unjust suffering, the rage eternal, the ultimate flame that could never be distinguished!
What was that!? The universe quivered and shook. The ocean of his new reality rocked and bubbled with hissing waves of hurricane intensity. There was some great force approaching...
Embrace...
It cried out in pain. Some new force of torment adding to that which already assaulted It! What was this!? What new enemy sought to make It prey!?! Gods, the pain, It could not breath...
Embrace the...
Its world tore apart as this monstrous entity drew near. Heat tore into It, heat more primal than the flame that he and Steele fought to use to destroy each other. This demon was coming for It, coming to join Steele and end It for ever...
No, it wasn't... it wasn't here for him, at least, not alone... it was come for them both! Steele could not perceive it, but It could! This new... thing struck out at them both, it was the greater threat, not Steele! They must turn against it before it was too late...
Embrace the... FLAME!
An explosion of pure energy, visceral hatred wrapped in raw, unadulterated power. It and Steele had not responded quickly enough. They were both destroyed. And it was laughing at them...
The Lone Wolf awoke with a start, immediately aware of his surroundings in sharp focus. It sent out its preternatural senses to find what he knew was approaching...
There, in the distance... It could not tell what the creature was, not yet, but whatever it may be, it was coming for them... It was coming to destroy them more totally than they would destroy each other...
"... a new hunt begins..."
Unfortunately some forms of reality are easier to come to grips with and easier to interpret than others. Such is the case with the world of our dreams. Effect can precede Cause, light can become darkness. What is may soon not be, and that which is perceived as separate and distinct in the waking world can flow together like a river joining with the ocean.
This is what happened as It slept. And for It, thousands of years of rivers flowed endlessly into a vast and infinite ocean of unrest.
What was happening was difficult to tell, difficult to articulate or form in any thought recognizable to the conscious world. But though it could not properly be labeled, it was powerful... incredibly powerful.
Part of this new plane of reality centered around the temporal events in the so called "real world." It saw Itself, It saw Steel, and It saw fire... deep, hot fire. Fire tearing through the sky to consume it. Fire lashing out as well at Its enemy, seeking to engulf Itself and Steele.
These earthly flames mixed with another fire, so much older, and so much worth. A fire that had also burned him, but burned him more deeply than flesh or bone, a fire that burned his soul. It was punishment, punishment from them... he had disobeyed their commands, interfered with their master plan, and they showed him exactly what would happen if ever he did that. Paradise would not be his. Only omnipotent agony.
It was pain so... complete that It could not fully comprehend the sensation while confined in a human body. The pain of the Earthly flames that devoured him mixed with this pain of memory to form something worse. But It struggled against it. It fought the mighty flame, It would not give up! By the Gods, it would triumph! This monster could not stand before its righteous rage, the rage of millenia of unjust suffering, the rage eternal, the ultimate flame that could never be distinguished!
What was that!? The universe quivered and shook. The ocean of his new reality rocked and bubbled with hissing waves of hurricane intensity. There was some great force approaching...
Embrace...
It cried out in pain. Some new force of torment adding to that which already assaulted It! What was this!? What new enemy sought to make It prey!?! Gods, the pain, It could not breath...
Embrace the...
Its world tore apart as this monstrous entity drew near. Heat tore into It, heat more primal than the flame that he and Steele fought to use to destroy each other. This demon was coming for It, coming to join Steele and end It for ever...
No, it wasn't... it wasn't here for him, at least, not alone... it was come for them both! Steele could not perceive it, but It could! This new... thing struck out at them both, it was the greater threat, not Steele! They must turn against it before it was too late...
Embrace the... FLAME!
An explosion of pure energy, visceral hatred wrapped in raw, unadulterated power. It and Steele had not responded quickly enough. They were both destroyed. And it was laughing at them...
The Lone Wolf awoke with a start, immediately aware of his surroundings in sharp focus. It sent out its preternatural senses to find what he knew was approaching...
There, in the distance... It could not tell what the creature was, not yet, but whatever it may be, it was coming for them... It was coming to destroy them more totally than they would destroy each other...
"... a new hunt begins..."