Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 15 Posted February 15 1 minute ago, NameIess said: Malevolence just smiled at her. A large container appeared next to him, edges frosted with ice. She raised an eyebrow. Was that . . . ?
NameIess Posted February 15 Posted February 15 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: She raised an eyebrow. Was that . . . ? "My father, cryogenically frozen." Malevolence said idly. "Kept as a trophy by the villain who ran the school of evil."
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 15 Posted February 15 Just now, NameIess said: "My father, cryogenically frozen." Malevolence said idly. "Kept as a trophy by the villain who ran the school of evil." She snorted. "I'd forgotten about that. You plan to sacrifice him, then?"
NameIess Posted February 15 Posted February 15 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: She snorted. "I'd forgotten about that. You plan to sacrifice him, then?" "If necessary. Technically, the box was here the entire time, cloaked, just in case my primary sacrifice didn't work out."
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 15 Posted February 15 Just now, NameIess said: "If necessary. Technically, the box was here the entire time, cloaked, just in case my primary sacrifice didn't work out." She smirked. "Always good to have a backup plan. Do you actually care about him, then?"
NameIess Posted February 15 Posted February 15 4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: She smirked. "Always good to have a backup plan. Do you actually care about him, then?" "No. Not in the slightest."
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 15 Posted February 15 Just now, NameIess said: "No. Not in the slightest." "Hmm. Are you going to sacrifice someone close to him? Could that work?"
NameIess Posted February 16 Posted February 16 5 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: "Hmm. Are you going to sacrifice someone close to him? Could that work?" "No." Malevolence said calmly. "You forget: I am the Antagonist now. I can fool Narrator, Withergeist, and yes, even Enuller senses."
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 16 Posted February 16 2 minutes ago, NameIess said: "No." Malevolence said calmly. "You forget: I am the Antagonist now. I can fool Narrator, Withergeist, and yes, even Enuller senses." She frowned. The Mordite blade on his armor bled into his suit, since he had neglected to remove it previously, opening the way for more to flow in. It speared through his body. A rift opened beneath the box, just wide enough for it to fall though. It appeared in an undisclosed location, though she was really only doing that to buy a bit more time.
LessName Posted February 16 Posted February 16 18 hours ago, TwinStorm said: A voice continued the chant, rumbling like the storm itself. For a time, the sun rises and burns, For a time life writhes and flourishes. Yet in the end the night comes, And all will be brought to dust. Lord of the Dark, we call thee! King of the Fallen, we speak thy name! Prince of the Twisted path, we summon thy power! This world shall be yours once more! A final, not so dramatic voice, finished the chant, sounding almost bored. For a time, the sun rises and burns, For a time life writhes and flourishes. Yet in the end the night comes, And all will be brought to dust. Lord of the Dark, we call thee! King of the Fallen, we speak thy name! Prince of the Twisted path, we summon thy power! This world shall be yours once more! 1
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 16 Posted February 16 5 minutes ago, LessName said: A final, not so dramatic voice, finished the chant, sounding almost bored. For a time, the sun rises and burns, For a time life writhes and flourishes. Yet in the end the night comes, And all will be brought to dust. Lord of the Dark, we call thee! King of the Fallen, we speak thy name! Prince of the Twisted path, we summon thy power! This world shall be yours once more! Asking your wife to help you complete the ritual, Nameless? Fog stiffened. More Mordite flowed into the suit, rending Malevolence apart. She teleported them both away, the same little machine preventing him from teleporting back. She glared at him.
NameIess Posted February 16 Posted February 16 5 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: She frowned. The Mordite blade on his armor bled into his suit, since he had neglected to remove it previously, opening the way for more to flow in. It speared through his body. A rift opened beneath the box, just wide enough for it to fall though. It appeared in an undisclosed location, though she was really only doing that to buy a bit more time. Malevolence grabbed the sphere and ripped it free. His suit, though not armor, had anti-Mordite technology. In essence it stabbed into his leg before the Mordite could, coating the edges of the wound with a field of light enulling energy to prevent Mordite contamination. This did not stop him from being injured, but it did prevent an unhealing wound that could plague him even as the Witherlord. Balitan appeared, holding a cloaking device made with Nullite to remove all traces of his presence. He stood rigid before Malevolence, eyes horrified, but onmoving. Malevolence heard the final voice. It shook him, the mountain, the Thread itself. The roiling clouds above froze in place. The rain halted, and thunder ceased. Watching withergeists ceased their swirling and raised their voices in a final, baleful scream. Malevolence raised Darkseeker to lay down the final blow. As his arm began to move, Antagonist roared alight. The shattered halo fully manifested. Change. It whispered. It is not too late. Never too late. BE REDEEMED. In that moment, Malevolence saw the scene from his sacrifice’s perspective. He felt the fear of death, saw himself as others saw him: Evil. In that instant, all of Malevolence’s evil was stripped away. Every hateful instinct, every negative emotion, his very way of seeing the world was righted. Malevolence saw his goal, and it revolted him. He saw his deeds, and despised them. He saw himself, and hated him. Malevolence lowered Darkseeker as the halo above him sealed back together, complete and whole. Then he smiled. It was not a smile brought upon by emotion. It did not reach his eyes, nor look particularly happy. But it was a smile nonetheless. Because he chose to make it. “I see the right way.” Said Malevolence. “And I choose to reject it.” He ignored every instinct, every desire of his heart, and rammed Darkseeker into Balitan’s heart. He watched as his brother died, feeling every moment of dying agony. Malevolence felt no glorious victory, no satisfaction. But he was resolute. He had chosen his path, and would not change it. The ritual was complete. @xinoehp512 4
Verdance he/him Posted February 16 Posted February 16 Inkwell shook his head, retrieving Shadowlight. Luckily, he hadn’t had to waste that particular trick. Unfortunately, he was out of usable ideas. “Okay, okay, Fog. Eden, get out of there. You’re going to get killed.” —— “Speak for yourself!”, Eden said. Any other blow she landed was another future where Malevolence failed, another moment where he was in another world. She couldn’t- Malevolence landed a hit on her hand. She dropped Death Omen, and it retracted to a necklace. Foolish, foolish. Don’t try and change the future, it whispered to her. Smoke rose from her left hand, flesh withering, skin blackening. I think not, Death Omen said, and she could feel a surge of power running down the arm. The corruption stopped, but didn’t heal. Eden stared at the hand, then scrambled away, tongue bleeding as she tried not to scream. —— Inkwell stared in horror. He didn’t have time to process. He would be feeling guilty for that for a long time. “Night, I can’t do anything else. Please, protect her.” A starhawk appeared, yanking Eden away from the fray.
Keke They/he Posted February 16 Posted February 16 21 minutes ago, LessName said: A final, not so dramatic voice, finished the chant, sounding almost bored. For a time, the sun rises and burns, For a time life writhes and flourishes. Yet in the end the night comes, And all will be brought to dust. Lord of the Dark, we call thee! King of the Fallen, we speak thy name! Prince of the Twisted path, we summon thy power! This world shall be yours once more! this next statement applies to any author thread aware characters of mine. everyone shifted. They could tell something changed. Some werent sure what happened, the narrators saw it though, and they all froze. Terrified of what was to come. atlas rose from ben and walked past bacon looking up. @xinoehp512 "no... this... this is bad. Really. Bad." she watched as everything changed once more. "The world's are ending, if we cannot be strong enough to put any differences aside to fight the witherlord and save the thread! Then we are no worse then the ones we hate!" She shouted. To any soul who thought to listen. She said quite only for the ones who cared. "Im not going to let more people die while sitting to the side. I dont care if it costs me my life, im done waiting. We need to take action." 1 hour ago, NameIess said: Malevolence heard Rebyl's question, and amid a shimmer of sparks from his crown, he... felt her emotions. It was odd. Feeling horror at his own actions, feeling intensely that it was... wrong. In an instant, the moment passed. "Because I will be the greatest evil there has ever been!" He bellowed in answer. The words sounded hollow to his ears. That final Author had better speak soon. Malevolence thought grimly. This blade is getting to me. 2
Honors Spectral Image She/her Posted February 16 Posted February 16 Could someone like quote the last post I was supposed to respond too I’m like kinda rly busy but don’t want to let my character just die out again
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 16 Posted February 16 2 hours ago, NameIess said: Malevolence staggered, struggling to withstand the onslaught. "At last, the forces of good have arrived. In vain you shall struggle, for my triumph is certain." Holding one hand against a wall, Malevolence summoned Antagonist. The black crown appeared on his head in a form not dissimilar to that which it had taken when wielded by Rebus. The same, actually, save for a quiet flickering of white sparks, playing between the crown's tips. Immediately, Malevolence straightened. The barrage of images and emotions ceased, rebuffed by the Plotblade's power. The villain smiled. "Is that the best you can do?" He pointed Darkseeker, and a wave of liquid darkness sprung forth towards Egis. Even as he did this, however, a new emotion entered Malevolence's mind. Regret. Regret and sorrow, for what he would give up. Malevolence frowned. Regret? He'd dealt with this already. Surely... It struck him. Antagonist and Redemption are one. I cannot use Antagonist without allowing Redemption to grasp at my soul, attempting to drag me into the light. Malevolence gritted his teeth. It was a risk he would have to take. His devotion to evil was strong. Redemption would not overcome it. As the flood receded, Balitan stood where he'd been before. Around him was a cage of calm and pure darkness, powered by a device the scientist held close to his chest. Malevolence pointed Darkseeker at Fog's heart, standing confidently between the Mordite. "Did you think I would leave my sacrifice unguarded? Cricket left me with two Ennulling batteries, and I only had to use one of them while fighting Bacon." Egis leaped over the wave, prepared to rush in again. Then the third voice rang out, the final Author needed to complete the ritual. She paused in her tracks, lowering her arms as she gazed up at the swirling mass of withergeists. Slowly, Egis started clapping. 1
Verdance he/him Posted February 16 Posted February 16 7 minutes ago, Keke said: this next statement applies to any author thread aware characters of mine. everyone shifted. They could tell something changed. Some werent sure what happened, the narrators saw it though, and they all froze. Terrified of what was to come. atlas rose from ben and walked past bacon looking up. @xinoehp512 "no... this... this is bad. Really. Bad." she watched as everything changed once more. "The world's are ending, if we cannot be strong enough to put any differences aside to fight the witherlord and save the thread! Then we are no worse then the ones we hate!" She shouted. To any soul who thought to listen. She said quite only for the ones who cared. "Im not going to let more people die while sitting to the side. I dont care if it costs me my life, im done waiting. We need to take action." The words echo in 9/10mmHB#2. Coward, something inside him says. He’s not a coward, is he? He has no obligations other than making right his offense against Fog. He’s not afraid of Malevolence, he just has no other obligations. If the Thread is destroyed, 9/10 wins. No, he says. That’s not right. Do you really want it all burned to the ground? Is it worth it? He growls, then uses the powers that he doesn’t have to hide from the Authors anymore to Rift back to the mountain. It seems he is too late.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 16 Posted February 16 19 minutes ago, NameIess said: Malevolence grabbed the sphere and ripped it free. His suit, though not armor, had anti-Mordite technology. In essence it stabbed into his leg before the Mordite could, coating the edges of the wound with a field of light enulling energy to prevent Mordite contamination. This did not stop him from being injured, but it did prevent an unhealing wound that could plague him even as the Witherlord. Balitan appeared, holding a cloaking device made with Nullite to remove all traces of his presence. He stood rigid before Malevolence, eyes horrified, but onmoving. Malevolence heard the final voice. It shook him, the mountain, the Thread itself. The roiling clouds above froze in place. The rain halted, and thunder ceased. Watching withergeists ceased their swirling and raised their voices in a final, baleful scream. Malevolence raised Darkseeker to lay down the final blow. As his arm began to move, Antagonist roared alight. The shattered halo fully manifested. Change. It whispered. It is not too late. Never too late. BE REDEEMED. In that moment, Malevolence saw the scene from his sacrifice’s perspective. He felt the fear of death, saw himself as others saw him: Evil. In that instant, all of Malevolence’s evil was stripped away. Every hateful instinct, every negative emotion, his very way of seeing the world was righted. Malevolence saw his goal, and it revolted him. He saw his deeds, and despised them. He saw himself, and hated him. Malevolence lowered Darkseeker as the halo above him sealed back together, complete and whole. Then he smiled. It was not a smile brought upon by emotion. It did not reach his eyes, nor look particularly happy. But it was a smile nonetheless. Because he chose to make it. “I see the right way.” Said Malevolence. “And I choose to reject it.” He ignored every instinct, every desire of his heart, and rammed Darkseeker into Balitan’s heart. He watched as his brother died, feeling every moment of dying agony. Malevolence felt no glorious victory, no satisfaction. But he was resolute. He had chosen his path, and would not change it. The ritual was complete. @xinoehp512 DAMN ALRIGHT "No!" Fog hissed, rushing at Malevolence. 1
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 16 Posted February 16 5 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: As the flood rose, Balitan vanished. If anyone noticed, it would be too late, regardless, for as soon as he appeared in the depths of an ocean far, far away, he was already a fine, bloody mist. There would be others, Fog knew, but . . . hopefully this would delay things for the time being. Fog sighed. Ah, well. Bacon? Are you alright? she asked boredly, eyeing Malevolence. "I'm fine," said Bacon. "Surprised to have an ally in you, but not displeased!" 3 hours ago, Keke said: "life doesn't take a girl like her and make her hurt this bad. Something. Happened." Bacon stared up into the sky, where stars had begun to blink out one by one. "I... don't know. I just don't know." 1 hour ago, NameIess said: Malevolence grabbed the sphere and ripped it free. His suit, though not armor, had anti-Mordite technology. In essence it stabbed into his leg before the Mordite could, coating the edges of the wound with a field of light enulling energy to prevent Mordite contamination. This did not stop him from being injured, but it did prevent an unhealing wound that could plague him even as the Witherlord. Balitan appeared, holding a cloaking device made with Nullite to remove all traces of his presence. He stood rigid before Malevolence, eyes horrified, but onmoving. Malevolence heard the final voice. It shook him, the mountain, the Thread itself. The roiling clouds above froze in place. The rain halted, and thunder ceased. Watching withergeists ceased their swirling and raised their voices in a final, baleful scream. Malevolence raised Darkseeker to lay down the final blow. As his arm began to move, Antagonist roared alight. The shattered halo fully manifested. Change. It whispered. It is not too late. Never too late. BE REDEEMED. In that moment, Malevolence saw the scene from his sacrifice’s perspective. He felt the fear of death, saw himself as others saw him: Evil. In that instant, all of Malevolence’s evil was stripped away. Every hateful instinct, every negative emotion, his very way of seeing the world was righted. Malevolence saw his goal, and it revolted him. He saw his deeds, and despised them. He saw himself, and hated him. Malevolence lowered Darkseeker as the halo above him sealed back together, complete and whole. Then he smiled. It was not a smile brought upon by emotion. It did not reach his eyes, nor look particularly happy. But it was a smile nonetheless. Because he chose to make it. “I see the right way.” Said Malevolence. “And I choose to reject it.” He ignored every instinct, every desire of his heart, and rammed Darkseeker into Balitan’s heart. He watched as his brother died, feeling every moment of dying agony. Malevolence felt no glorious victory, no satisfaction. But he was resolute. He had chosen his path, and would not change it. The ritual was complete. @xinoehp512 Deep within the Void, a power trembled. It had been lost for so long, but now... someone was calling its name. It stretched, following the beacon back into reality. Into the soul of the one who understood. The Mantle of the Witherlord flowed into Malevolence. --- "So," said Onyx. "It is done." "...yes." said Bacon. He swallowed. "I... I failed. I couldn't keep it safe. I... I'm sorry." He bowed his head. Onyx sighed. "No. This is my fault." He turned, black armor creaking, and faced Bacon. "You did the best you could. But I... I left it all to you. Like a coward." He knelt down and put a hand on Bacon's shoulders. "These things are no longer your burden to bear. REST." 1 hour ago, edgyswordname said: Inkwell shook his head, retrieving Shadowlight. Luckily, he hadn’t had to waste that particular trick. Unfortunately, he was out of usable ideas. “Okay, okay, Fog. Eden, get out of there. You’re going to get killed.” —— “Speak for yourself!”, Eden said. Any other blow she landed was another future where Malevolence failed, another moment where he was in another world. She couldn’t- Malevolence landed a hit on her hand. She dropped Death Omen, and it retracted to a necklace. Foolish, foolish. Don’t try and change the future, it whispered to her. Smoke rose from her left hand, flesh withering, skin blackening. I think not, Death Omen said, and she could feel a surge of power running down the arm. The corruption stopped, but didn’t heal. Eden stared at the hand, then scrambled away, tongue bleeding as she tried not to scream. —— Inkwell stared in horror. He didn’t have time to process. He would be feeling guilty for that for a long time. “Night, I can’t do anything else. Please, protect her.” A starhawk appeared, yanking Eden away from the fray. 1 hour ago, Keke said: this next statement applies to any author thread aware characters of mine. everyone shifted. They could tell something changed. Some werent sure what happened, the narrators saw it though, and they all froze. Terrified of what was to come. atlas rose from ben and walked past bacon looking up. @xinoehp512 "no... this... this is bad. Really. Bad." she watched as everything changed once more. "The world's are ending, if we cannot be strong enough to put any differences aside to fight the witherlord and save the thread! Then we are no worse then the ones we hate!" She shouted. To any soul who thought to listen. She said quite only for the ones who cared. "Im not going to let more people die while sitting to the side. I dont care if it costs me my life, im done waiting. We need to take action." Bacon looked at Atlas. He looked at Eden. "Remember," he said. "The world isn't such an awful place. Just... so long... as you have hope. And... remember to smile." He gave the best smile he could as a demonstration. "I'm so glad I could meet you." And then he was gone. 4
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 16 Posted February 16 2 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "I'm fine," said Bacon. "Surprised to have an ally in you, but not displeased!" Bacon stared up into the sky, where stars had begun to blink out one by one. "I... don't know. I just don't know." Deep within the Void, a power trembled. It had been lost for so long, but now... someone was calling its name. It stretched, following the beacon back into reality. Into the soul of the one who understood. The Mantle of the Witherlord flowed into Malevolence. --- "So," said Onyx. "It is done." "...yes." said Bacon. He swallowed. "I... I failed. I couldn't keep it safe. I... I'm sorry." He bowed his head. Onyx sighed. "No. This is my fault." He turned, black armor creaking, and faced Bacon. "You did the best you could. But I... I left it all to you. Like a coward." He knelt down and put a hand on Bacon's shoulders. "These things are no longer your burden to bear. REST." Bacon looked at Atlas. He looked at Eden. "Remember," he said. "The world isn't such an awful place. Just... so long... as you have hope. And... remember to smile." He gave the best smile he could as a demonstration. "I'm so glad I could meet you." And then he was gone. BACON NOOOO T~T
Verdance he/him Posted February 16 Posted February 16 3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "I'm fine," said Bacon. "Surprised to have an ally in you, but not displeased!" Bacon stared up into the sky, where stars had begun to blink out one by one. "I... don't know. I just don't know." Deep within the Void, a power trembled. It had been lost for so long, but now... someone was calling its name. It stretched, following the beacon back into reality. Into the soul of the one who understood. The Mantle of the Witherlord flowed into Malevolence. --- "So," said Onyx. "It is done." "...yes." said Bacon. He swallowed. "I... I failed. I couldn't keep it safe. I... I'm sorry." He bowed his head. Onyx sighed. "No. This is my fault." He turned, black armor creaking, and faced Bacon. "You did the best you could. But I... I left it all to you. Like a coward." He knelt down and put a hand on Bacon's shoulders. "These things are no longer your burden to bear. REST." Bacon looked at Atlas. He looked at Eden. "Remember," he said. "The world isn't such an awful place. Just... so long... as you have hope. And... remember to smile." He gave the best smile he could as a demonstration. "I'm so glad I could meet you." And then he was gone. Oh my adonalsium I felt some actual feelings there
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 16 Posted February 16 11 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "I'm fine," said Bacon. "Surprised to have an ally in you, but not displeased!" Bacon stared up into the sky, where stars had begun to blink out one by one. "I... don't know. I just don't know." Deep within the Void, a power trembled. It had been lost for so long, but now... someone was calling its name. It stretched, following the beacon back into reality. Into the soul of the one who understood. The Mantle of the Witherlord flowed into Malevolence. --- "So," said Onyx. "It is done." "...yes." said Bacon. He swallowed. "I... I failed. I couldn't keep it safe. I... I'm sorry." He bowed his head. Onyx sighed. "No. This is my fault." He turned, black armor creaking, and faced Bacon. "You did the best you could. But I... I left it all to you. Like a coward." He knelt down and put a hand on Bacon's shoulders. "These things are no longer your burden to bear. REST." Bacon looked at Atlas. He looked at Eden. "Remember," he said. "The world isn't such an awful place. Just... so long... as you have hope. And... remember to smile." He gave the best smile he could as a demonstration. "I'm so glad I could meet you." And then he was gone. Noooo not Bacon! Gotta say I did not see that one coming
Verdance he/him Posted February 16 Posted February 16 (edited) 29 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "I'm fine," said Bacon. "Surprised to have an ally in you, but not displeased!" Bacon stared up into the sky, where stars had begun to blink out one by one. "I... don't know. I just don't know." Deep within the Void, a power trembled. It had been lost for so long, but now... someone was calling its name. It stretched, following the beacon back into reality. Into the soul of the one who understood. The Mantle of the Witherlord flowed into Malevolence. --- "So," said Onyx. "It is done." "...yes." said Bacon. He swallowed. "I... I failed. I couldn't keep it safe. I... I'm sorry." He bowed his head. Onyx sighed. "No. This is my fault." He turned, black armor creaking, and faced Bacon. "You did the best you could. But I... I left it all to you. Like a coward." He knelt down and put a hand on Bacon's shoulders. "These things are no longer your burden to bear. REST." Bacon looked at Atlas. He looked at Eden. "Remember," he said. "The world isn't such an awful place. Just... so long... as you have hope. And... remember to smile." He gave the best smile he could as a demonstration. "I'm so glad I could meet you." And then he was gone. Eden can’t look away from Bacon. Even as he disappears, leaving one last goofy smile. The starhawk yanks her away, and she can’t see him. Or the place where he had been. Sorrow, Death Omen says. Yes. I bring sorrow. It is to be expected around one such as me. Eden materialized in the middle of the woods. It is night, it is raining, but there is a light in the distance, at the base of a mountain. “It wasn’t you. You didn’t fail. I did.” The sword is silent. No one can hear her scream in anger, clutching the withered claw that is her hand to her chest and struggling towards the light. —— 9/10mmHB#2 is a coward. But now is not the time to dwell on such things. He appears next to Inkwell, who is staring transfixed at a swirling vortex of Withergeists. “Ink, buddy, you’ve got to move,” 9/10 says. “No! I can still stop it! I have the Determination! I ca-“ “You can’t stop it, Inkwell. You’ve failed. Now come on, you’ve got to get out of here.” Inkwell lingers for a moment, then silently allows himself to be guided through a Rift. —— Night stares down in agony. The planet below is slowly being consumed by darkness, and she has expended far too much energy with the starhawks. She feels powerless. A Narrator shouldn’t feel powerless. Her author- it was her authors fault. Placing limits on her. But no. She couldn’t blame the author. An astral tear fell from her face to the planet’s surface, then was swallowed by the dark storm. I’m going to be offline for a while after this, need to take a break from my phone for a few weeks. Awesome writing, everybody, I’m honored I get to take part in this along with so many talented writers. Yall have a great couple of weeks! Edited February 16 by edgyswordname 2
NameIess Posted February 16 Posted February 16 2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: "No!" Fog hissed, rushing at Malevolence. But she was too late. Even as she leapt for Malevolence, the Mantle came upon him. 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: Deep within the Void, a power trembled. It had been lost for so long, but now... someone was calling its name. It stretched, following the beacon back into reality. Into the soul of the one who understood. The Mantle of the Witherlord flowed into Malevolence. Power. Power flooded Malevolence, driving away the influence of Redemption, restoring his natural evil impulses. Power such as he had never dreamed. The power of the Void, of pain and death. Darkness. Darkness enveloped Malevolence, expanded to cover the entire mountain. The darkness brought terror to the living and empowered all creatures of the void. It was the darkness of a smothered star, a killer’s heart, an open grave. Evil. Evil filled Malevolence, transformed him, unmade him. Malevolence looked upward and saw nothing but the darkness about him. He closed his eyes and was content. Thus was Malevolence ended. Thus was the Witherlord reborn. The Witherlord opened his eyes. Darkness surrounded him, and he was pleased. But darkness could not hide the stench of reality. And so, he withdrew it. The cloud of darkness covering the whole of the mountain imploded. It rushed inward, revealing the Witherlord’s form. The Witherlord’s irises glowed a sinister violet, the only of Malevolence’s features distinguishable among the shifting shadows that covered the Witherlord’s form. Dark flames flickered along his arms and shoulders, and atop his head he wore Antagonist. In his right hand he held a dark Blade, fully six feet long. The glowing halo manifested itself again, a mere glimmer before the darkness of the Witherlord. He ripped it from his head in disdain, holding the glowing Plotblade of Redemption before him. Shadows pooled, and the halo shattered. “So shall all Plotblades be.” The Witherlord said. “They shall perish with this Thread.” He held his Blade before him. “I name this Blade ‘Malevolence’. For it shall bear his legacy.” The Witherlord raised Malevolence high, then swung the Blade down. Darkness By the Dreamsmith My own creation! The Blade forged by My hand tore the mountain, Cut the world, released the Void. What price for my weakness? Friends lost, stories cut Short. What price for my hope of Light? The Witherlord hovered in the Void. To either side of him were the two sides of the mountain, the world cut in two, laid bare before the ravages of the Void. All around him were withergeists, countless numbers of them. “Go forth. Consume this world and all life upon it. Let them know the fear of the Witherlord, as has been forgotten since times past.” 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: Bacon looked at Atlas. He looked at Eden. "Remember," he said. "The world isn't such an awful place. Just... so long... as you have hope. And... remember to smile." He gave the best smile he could as a demonstration. "I'm so glad I could meet you." And then he was gone. Farewell Bacon. -- Subversion stood at the end of a road, watching the traveler's approach. Even at this distance, she felt the tremors of the Witherlord's return. She tried not to let that terrify her. Instead, she focused on the task at hand. The traveler had decided to end her journey, and Subversion would hear her out. Then Subversion would kill the traveler, and all her worries would be over. 1 hour ago, edgyswordname said: I’m going to be offline for a while after this, need to take a break from my phone for a few weeks. Awesome writing, everybody, I’m honored I get to take part in this along with so many talented writers. Yall have a great couple of weeks! Have a good break! 4
Aeoryi she/her Posted February 16 Posted February 16 14 minutes ago, NameIess said: But she was too late. Even as she leapt for Malevolence, the Mantle came upon him. Power. Power flooded Malevolence, driving away the influence of Redemption, restoring his natural evil impulses. Power such as he had never dreamed. The power of the Void, of pain and death. Darkness. Darkness enveloped Malevolence, expanded to cover the entire mountain. The darkness brought terror to the living and empowered all creatures of the void. It was the darkness of a smothered star, a killer’s heart, an open grave. Evil. Evil filled Malevolence, transformed him, unmade him. Malevolence looked upward and saw nothing but the darkness about him. He closed his eyes and was content. Thus was Malevolence ended. Thus was the Witherlord reborn. The Witherlord opened his eyes. Darkness surrounded him, and he was pleased. But darkness could not hide the stench of reality. And so, he withdrew it. The cloud of darkness covering the whole of the mountain imploded. It rushed inward, revealing the Witherlord’s form. The Witherlord’s irises glowed a sinister violet, the only of Malevolence’s features distinguishable among the shifting shadows that covered the Witherlord’s form. Dark flames flickered along his arms and shoulders, and atop his head he wore Antagonist. In his right hand he held a dark Blade, fully six feet long. The glowing halo manifested itself again, a mere glimmer before the darkness of the Witherlord. He ripped it from his head in disdain, holding the glowing Plotblade of Redemption before him. Shadows pooled, and the halo shattered. “So shall all Plotblades be.” The Witherlord said. “They shall perish with this Thread.” He held his Blade before him. “I name this Blade ‘Malevolence’. For it shall bear his legacy.” The Witherlord raised Malevolence high, then swung the Blade down. Darkness By the Dreamsmith My own creation! The Blade forged by My hand tore the mountain, Cut the world, released the Void. What price for my weakness? Friends lost, stories cut Short. What price for my hope of Light? The Witherlord hovered in the Void. To either side of him were the two sides of the mountain, the world cut in two, laid bare before the ravages of the Void. All around him were withergeists, countless numbers of them. “Go forth. Consume this world and all life upon it. Let them know the fear of the Witherlord, as has been forgotten since times past.” Farewell Bacon. -- Subversion stood at the end of a road, watching the traveler's approach. Even at this distance, she felt the tremors of the Witherlord's return. She tried not to let that terrify her. Instead, she focused on the task at hand. The traveler had decided to end her journey, and Subversion would hear her out. Then Subversion would kill the traveler, and all her worries would be over. Somewhere, in a strange place with strange rules, a soft hiss was released from the shadows. "Rulebreaker." The speaker said, before stepping forward. Violet energy arced and formed the head of a dragon, walking on two legs. "Fellow Guardian Center, it appears we have been betrayed." A green flame ignited from nothing, surrounding itself in a pitch black shroud. Center arrived. "We will see about that... Perhaps it is time to revoke the consequences..." Magenta cackled. 2
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