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Stepping out of the shadows, the maniac looks out accross the landscape in the dim light of morning and slowly a smile creeps accross his face. An old song runs through his thoughts as he drops down into the darkness being cast on the ground by his feet and suddenly the world around him shifts from bright to dark. This is the world within the shadows, where he has been spending so much of his time. Here time flows at a diffrent speed than it does in the world of light, which has allowed him a chance to work behind the scenes of the strange things which have been happening as of late. I beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me... First the infernal knight and his irratating desire to preserve the landscape he had inadvertedly created by cutting off the flow of time and allowing everything to come crashing down around him. The maniac felt himself responsible for this world. He was there when they created it from the ruins of the world he'd been banished to. He had helped oversee it as life began to evolve. He had gone into the dreams of those who learned to use magic and had shown them glimpses of the worlds he'd seen to inspire them to move forwards. This was his world, his creations. How dare that knight try to interfere!! The me that you know had some second thoughts... Then there was the madness caused by the new 'pet' he'd aquired. Was she actualy a pet? No, but he cared about her in much the same way. She'd grown attached to him and saught him out after the destruction caused by her intervention with the fight with Glenn. There wasn't much to say realy, he had his plans and he had to finish them. If the girl wanted to go along for the ride, so be it. Perhaps there was more to his motivations for not turning his back on her, but now was not the time to think of such things. The me that you know doesn't come around much... With a smile he reached where he was going. Such a wonderful trick the demon had taught him so long ago, if only he'd taken advantage of it sooner. Behind everyone's eyes he'd worked in this shadow-realm taking large portions of the shoreline and dragging them out to the sea. It was amasing that so much could be done without raising suspicions, the consequences had been strange however. Each time he took a portion of the land and drug it into the shadows, another area would appear of equal size. The cemetary had grown larger and the mountains to the north had suddenly changed allowing caves to become home to those in need. All pain disappears, it's the nature of my circuitry... The dark spirit chuckled to himself at the thought of that. He was so tempted to experiment further if it wasn't for his determination to finish. Today it would be done. His tower would be completed and he could begin working on how to bring the rest of his friends to this place that would become their new home. The desire for sleep no longer plauged him thanks to his attention being focused so tightly on his task at hand. Strange, it had been so long since he had inspiration that he was quick to let it control him. It was almost enough to trouble him... but no matter. This was the day of completion. He could dwell on things when he was done. That me that you know used to have feelings... With a horrible scream the structure rose up from the depths of the sea and began to hover unnaturaly in the air above the western sea. He had learned much in his time spent in Zeal. Two lifetimes of memories allowed him to steal the levitation tricks he'd watched them use for their homes time and time again. Normaly he wouldn't go for something so dramatic and attention seeking, but this was something to be proud of. This was the day his life would be given purpose again. Today it was important he be alive. The me that you know is now made up of wires... One by one stones joined the small island creating a staircase of sorts which spiraled up allowing passage to and from the tower. At this point he couldn't help but laugh, the very idea of creating a "roach motel" for his friends was something of sadistic genious. Once inside only those who could travel within darkness could leave once again. He couldn't remember if he'd ever seen -anyone- other than Datenshi use such a technique so he was sure it would work. Besides, so far he was the only one who knew how to come and go from this world so it wouldn't matter much if anyone ever did manage to find a way out. No one would be going far... I can try to get away but i've strapped myself in... Laughing he shifts out of the shadows and into the normal world once again. It was finaly complete, and this time no one was here to get in his way. With a sly grin he says aloud, "...let it begin..." I can see it killing away all my bad parts... | |
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