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Necrorenata
"Iblis! Can you hear it? You have but precious little time now. I'd suggest you hear what you must."
The last obstacle walked up to Humanity and listened. There was screaming and pain and death in there. But there
was something else. It was one, unified voice, "Iblis. I am truly sorry for what has happened to you. I saw
you as a threat to my reality. I saw all the Watchers as a threat. I see I was correct in that assumption. But
I am what made you this way. I apologize for all you have ever felt, sensed or experienced. Your birth should never
have happened. Iblis, I want one last thing from you. I want life. I want this life. Please, don't change me. You
can fling yourself into oblivion once you finish your objective. Please Iblis. I beg you."
Iblis was a soldier, from birth to death. Awa stared at him from his memories and told him again of the Shadows.
Iblis summoned himself and placed his hand on the Knossos Bearing. A sound of inhumanity leapt from the thing and
the surrounding environment was filled with those darknesses. The Watchers fought back valiantly but were brutally
defeated by the aborted effects of the center of their Hatred.
A Watcher peered out from his hiding spot behind one of the loosed buildings on the surface. A few limbs laid on
the ground. No whole bodies. Sickness floated around him and then in him. He fell forward violently, crying as
best he could. The sudden movement attracted the eyes of an enemy. There were more limbs on the ground.
Iblis stood in the middle of the clashes of Chaos. Pythias had no pity for the fallen ones, but he did have fear.
Iblis stepped forward and planted himself firmly in the indignation of his opponent. Pythias rushed forward, leapt,
and threw his leg out.
He never made it.
Iblis bashed about the angry doll. Pythias felt like he was being hit with reality a thousand times. He fell to
his knees.
Pythias watched as Iblis' skin cracked and fell from him and the soft flesh underneath was shown. It was a dark,
brownish color. Iblis had deepset eyes and wavy black hair. His eyes were also black, like the night had descended
upon him and made him brilliant. He was nothing bold or tall. He was a man. He was an individual human. Pythias
watched as Iblis revealed himself before God.
"Show me, Iblis."
Pythias turned to the left-behind soldier, "Show me life."
And then he snapped.
Pythias rushed to the fury of a vengeful creator and grabbed him by the throat, shouting with the rage of fallen
heroes, "Show me your soul!" Iblis only stared, unphased. The weapon loosely flung himself forward and
slammed the enraged fool down. Pythias fell back ridiculously, his hands up in front of his face, afraid.
Iblis allowed time to stop for a moment. Pythias took it and rushed to the newly formed center of the universe.
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