Hunger was something that plagued everyone, and as such, it became known as a problem.
Famine.
It was not simply a word, but a disease that haunted all the living, gods tried to end the problem in many ways, but it simply could not be gotten rid of.
Eventually, they had come to pin it down to the very core problem of living, and a specific god.
Man created famine. It was a simple sentence, but it was partially true.
At some point in the many histories of the world, Man, one person or maybe several people, invented the concept of ownership.
By 'owning' the things they used, they kept them to themselves, to their own benefit. No one owned the animals and other creatures of the world, only the world did.
Man neglected to understand that.
A horseman's concept was given to him, and it was used... Used by their greed.
To end wars.
To end lives.
To end an era.
And so the Horseman rode forth, and as one of the four to carry the plague upon humanity and the other creatures, was responsible for its widespread use, making others act in terrible ways, cannibalism, infanticide, parricide... Mass genocide.
Their ways became known as the Famine... Familiarizing with it made many of the living suffer, as it became a catalyst for some to do worse.
In a wonderland, or maybe even a realm of terrors, there was a girl. Her hair was flowing freely in the wind. It was a dirty blonde with some white patches.
She was the one who would eventually become the God of Famine.
—The Third Anarchist
"W-we won't let you get away with this... Zabulus! W-w-we will catch you, one way or another!" One of the guards shouted at the Azkite as he stood there in the rubble, their eyes glistening with fear.
'Man, these guys suck! Say, do you wanna cut-em-up? We still have time before night's fall, let's cause some more havoc, aye?'
"Just let them do their job for now, Tartaros. There are many reasons not to start a fight that I have no reason to indulge i-"
"YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO GO!" Phernes shouted out as he landed a gut punch on Zabulus.
"Ouch, ouch. Why do you have to be so brawn-brained? Could you listen for a second here?" Zabulus said, feeling the fist try and pierce his stomach, but there was simply no pain. Not much at all. It made him laugh, oh yes it did, a sarcastic, cynical and mirthful laugh. "What are you trying to do? Punch through my stomach? As if this will accomplish something, and what exactly do you think will happen if you do punch me a hole in my stomach? That I'll keel over and die? If so, you'd be horribly mistaken and dumb, you should understand that there's something to these fights that you aren't understanding and- ahahaha!"
He laughed as his arm gripped and twisted a portion of Phernes' large arm, creating a gruesome crack as blood splattered out, and his opponent was launched a good dozen feet away, knocking out a wall and cracking a building.
"WAAAA! YOU RAT!" The man on the floor shouted, now understanding that his opponent was on another level compared to him in strength, "NO WONDER YOU TORE THROUGH THOSE FLESH PIGS LIKE CHIPS!"
"Quit whining, I don't like that at all," Zabulus said as he looked around, sighing and walking towards Phernes. The other guards stood in fear watching their greatest fighter get completely dominated. "You annoy me, I didn't like you nor fighting beside you. Now I know why, you aren't even interesting as your 'White Queen' was, in fact you seem to be quite ordinary." He grabbed his bald head and slammed it into the ground, holding it and pressing it into the stone, cracks spreading out with each time he put more pressure. "I'd say you don't seem to understand why you failed, but it seems like nothing gets through that skull of yours because you only like to hurt. What would you even know about being hurt? You train your regiments with no mercy, isn't that correct? And in order to grow stronger, you use them as dummies to beat, too." He read into his memories, for which there are no words, and saw how justifiably incorrect Phernes thinks he is. How he thinks that there is no wrong in harming others, as a means to become strong.
And Zabulus understood his philosophy, it was a simple 'good triumphed over bad'.
"Truly, you are a man-child!" He twisted his head further into the ground as Phernes began to cough, foam and spittle being spat onto the ground as he did, his skull cracking under pressure as the Azkite simply watched.
There weren't any morals held to Phernes, and that was a terrible idea to create. Because the apparent humanity inside him was fading, and he was going through the same route that Amalgamates did: Turn. To. Corruption.
It was not a tragedy, there was such a thing as a man dying to someone he had insulted for being weak or lacking in discipline or talent... That was simply life, but... In an arbitrary, self-destructive fashion...
Phernes was ready to take everything. Everything.
He thought the world owed him and owed him greatly. And so he took whatever came his way. And it was coming, the darkness inside of him, growing ever so swiftly, but what he didn't realize was that... He was weak. And to try to beat his enemies in numbers or with different opponents, all who were equally weak.
He was pathetic.
He was not like the Scribes, not the other Librarians, not even like Onofre. And it was sickening to be inferior to some of these things for him.
"You don't know what the hell you are, even? How! Pitiful!" Zabulus broke his neck with no mercy in him, he knew exactly what the man was going to do to him in an attempt to avenge his own self. So he ended it then and there. "Now, now. Do any of you want to try and stop me, or want me to get on with my day? Do what you wish, I care little about the things you do."
They trembled in fear at the sight of Onofre's greatest warrior being completely overwhelmed, they were terrified. But it would have been expected if this man killed Onofre herself.
"...N-no," a soldier cried.
"W-we surrender....!"
"Please... Spare us our lives."
"Stop..."
"We give."
"P-please. N-n-not like him..."
They pleaded to him with the guilt of an entirely different thing inside their souls, the knowledge of the sin was eating at them, rotting away at their morals, and eventually, it would consume them like a black tar.
"Eh, I don't know. Get on your knees and I'll think about it." He replied back with a serious demeanor, his mood turning into something else, his body and heart racing for something greater than his mind understood or comprehended. He was exhilarated. And as the guards obeyed his word, they kneeled one by one down to his level as their fists clenched, their own stomachs feeling a gaping void and their throats a dryness, as the land was burned with their vision. Their faces flushed red from both fear and panic.
As it would seem, they were scared of him like animals.
He walked up to them from where Phernes' bloody face lay and asked Tartaros, "How good are you at cutting necks? Even ones as strong as these ones'?"
'Ahaha, that's what I was born to do, boy! I'll do it one by one, or all at once! Either way, they're dying tonight, boy!'
"That's a fine job you have."
'Yeah, sure, can you focus for one second though, aight? Look. We got a crowd on us!' She pointed herself at a group of civilians watching Zabulus do his acts of evil, he remained neutral at the idea of murder as they would think the same too. 'Ah! A chance! Take it, take it now!' Tartaros pleaded to Zabulus who was now standing in front of the guards who were looking down at the ground.
"Any final words?" The question asked the two dozen men kneeling before him.
"H-huh?" One of them raised their heads.
He grabbed Tartaros and... cut a few of their heads, beheading one by one, in a single motion of spinning the double Scythe vertically.
"Uahg..." "Oh god! Stop- Argh!" "Don't k-kill me- Ahhghhh" and various similar shouts or cries were heard as they all died without mercy or hesitation, just like their leader had before.
"Such a pity. One broke the rules, so naturally the rest had to die."
"THE RULES ARE BULLSHIT!" A cry shot out from one of the nearby walls, a bloody-faced Phernes standing with his fists at the ready.
"Aren't you meant to be dead? Do you not wish to live or do you not die? Whatever the case may be, I'll have your head I suppose." Zabulus snapped his fingers, but nothing happened, not visibly.
"YOU THOUGHT A FUCKING NECK-SNAP COULD GET ME DONE-IN? I DON'T CARE THAT YOU KILLED THAT ONOFRE, BUT TO THINK THAT A BIG JOKER LIKE YOU HAD- GUAGH!?" His voice stopped... A pained cry could be heard, as well as the color fading from his eyes.
Piercing his stomach, Tartaros spoke happily, 'Hey Hey Hey! That was the plan, right?! I got it! I got it! I got it!' She danced up and down and left and right even while still piercing him, cutting his insides.
'This is... Great fun, now that we've got these bastards taken care of. Let's take them all to hell!'
"Don't bother, they're going there either way, probably." He waved her off as if telling her to come back to him, so she flew straight through Phernes, his intestines being dragged and falling to the ground behind her. "Sickos... Come on, that's disgusting. Look at his face, he's practically making love to a pig's intestine, while also eating the face."
It was the final moment of Phernes, it was a little anticlimactic. But he still tried.
Was it then that Zabulus began to conceive for this world and his own self an ending? Was it a subconscious notion, a primal feeling or a hope for the future that he wistfully indulged, but he would never remember?
He gleefully smiled at the notion that there was no escape from this worlds' incessant torture.
In a certain place in the horrified watching crowd, a man stood happily with his top-hat and cane. He muttered to himself, "Great... Show yourself... Deceit! Indulge in yourself tis mortal foolishness!"
"Hm?" Zabulus looked towards where he thought he heard the voice.
'Say,' Tartaros interrupted him. 'Do we wanna kill those in the crowd too? iiiii don't really like their stares, it's givin' me the creeps! Real bad!'
He sighed and began to walk up to the crowd, grabbing her by the handle, he spoke to her with no reply of anyone else.
'Are ya just ignoring me?'
"..."
'Heyyy, where didja go off to again to yer mind?'
"Sorry. I thought I heard something."
'AHH! SO YA WERE IGNORING ME! You suck! We're here to kill the rest of 'em anyway.' Tartaros was then swung forth in the air, cleaving a young man of no more than seventeen. His guts came spilling out onto the ground as he let out a pitiful cry.
"Densely coiled layers of insides, huh." He stepped onto the screaming man and stomped his insides, shattering his spine and effectively killing him instantly.
'HEHAHA, That's the life of one! Now for the rest of uhm... I dunno how to count!'
"I thought that wasn't something a scythe needed to know... However, you're a special weapon, so perhaps I'm wrong about you." He did the same to the next two men he could see, some ran in fear as they screamed, some frozen in fear and hoping that they would be spared.
Their guts sprayed onto the ground so cleanly and precisely, it was no wonder the scythe was forged to have that design, the necks would've gotten caught in the wind's current.
'Right you are, boy-o!'
"Don't call me that." Practically strangling the handle of Tartaros, had it been a neck, he cleaved the abdomens and necks of eleven people who were either frozen standing in front of him, fallen down to their knees or curled into a fetal position, or trying to crawl away.
With every swing, the gutting became more and more accurate, faster and stronger, the sounds of intestines smacking onto the ground became a background noise for the victims.
As more people lost their limbs, heads, and organs to this inhuman being, they had not realized yet that they were dead. Their bodies trembled slightly as if attempting to escape, but they would soon completely stop their movement.
As for the rest who were running away, he threw Tartaros in a spinning motion, 'Aye aye, Captain! Flying special move In-coming to those escaping~!' She cried in her mind.
He gave a nod as if Tartaros could see him, and he moved on to the rest of them. Some were still somewhat intact, the others completely chopped up into pieces.
As Tartaros did her duty and ricocheted from one person to another, killing them instantly, he inspected one of the victims arms.
Pale white skin, crimson red blood that was so saturated it could be black, with bone in his hand, and it was like a caveman-style hand. Completely not evolved and incredibly fragile. He easily snapped one of his fingers.
There was no reaction, of course. The arm was cut off from its host body, and even if it was connected to its owner... they'd be dead anyways.
"Oh, that's a nice sound." He enjoyed the squelchy-sounding sound that the finger made as it snapped inwards. The middle, the pointer, and the pinky were all bent so harshly, their bones had been broken through the pale white flesh. "So, when you do it to yourself, it does actually feel pretty nice, huh? Not sure how I'd normally do that, but it's very pleasing." Hearing his own thoughts, it became clear to him that he might be losing some sanity... If not already crazy.
'Aye aye! I killed 'em dead! Dead as can be!' She announced her accomplishment from the ground as she rose from beneath Zabulus to surprise him. 'Ta-da! Are you proud of me, master!'
He coughed, choked a little and backed off at the sight of her covered in blood, guts, and brains, "Yeah, yeah."
'Just as you'll get used to it, I'll surprise ya again, because that's what I do!' She shook like a dog to get the gore off of her, splatting some blood into the stone and scrolls on the ground.
Zabulus walked towards a higher elevated amount of debris to use as a seat, plopping onto it. A huge sigh followed as he turned his back on her. "...To be a god... No, first, to return home. That's my first and most important objective, had it not been for that stupid blue haired girl, then I wouldn't have been left on my own here. Why? Why did that damn shit-face want something from me? If she just didn't interfere and let me be the way I was, then I would've been home by long ago. I'd just simply return home from where I started, and then I'd be able to complete my mothers' story with no more hardships! ...Perhaps it is simply not ordained for a creature such as I. This obsession of godhood might as well be my greatest curse. But what do I care?! If gods are made, then I was clearly created differently, right? I'd think so. Tch. Thus, by various means, and ultimately due to their constant deaths at the hands of their own stupidity, the gods die and lessen in amount. Eventually, only I'll be left. Isn't that funny?"
Tartaros remained still as Zabulus spoke and monologues on, he rested his cheek upon his fist, wishing to have something that could relax him, that could be his inner peace. A secret and constant craving, always on the cusp of his being, was to find somewhere and something in this hell that wasn't so bad.
'Sir, have these.'
In front of him on the ground, two forlorn objects formed.
One, a white stick, coated in a paper-like substance, one of its ends coated in an orange, the other tip of it had a black charcoal-y substance that glowed red and was fading quickly. The other was a grey metal box, one that flipped open at its hinged edges. Its latch opened and displayed a flame of pure light, which flickered as if it were a fire, but did not let out any smoke or any sort of heat that should come from the concept of a flame.
'Pick the cigarette up.'
"Which one's the cigarette?"
'It's the stick, ya dummy!'
He picked it up in one of his palms, being cautious as to not crush it or bend it. Its design was odd and entirely not consistent with the time he had known, wherever or whenever he had come from.
'Now, sir. Pick up the lighter- The other object.'
A cold metal touch was what Zabulus found his thumb to press on, as the lighter was picked up with the same care as the cigarette, though it proved to be not as feeble.
Phantos instructed Zabulus on how to use the lighter and how to light up a cigarette.
'And now... you put it to your mouth and...' The explanation went on and on, her explaining going from a simple instruction to a full-blown history lesson on cigarettes and their dangers. '...However, this should calm you down, Sir. Ah- I'm afraid my time is up. I lack the will to exist outside of your soul any longer... I will be asleep for the time being. I apologize... Good luck on your journey home.'
With a metallic clank, the lighter hit the ground.
Zabulus stared at the lit cigarette as he recalled what instructions Phantos gave on how to 'smoke' one.
"Up to the mouth and... inhale... into the mouth? Wait, wasn't that wrong?" he paused and thought to himself, "No, no, no. Inhale, mouth, then... lungs? Wait, that sounds even worse."
With his memories of the long ten-minute lecture already fading as he stopped paying attention two minutes in, he lost the method and simply went to try. "Fuck it."
With a moment's notice, the end of the cigarette was pressed firmly into his mouth, and the contents were inhaled.
"Ah! ARGH!!"
A burning sensation filled him as his lungs filled up and felt like they were suffocating. It was a new and somewhat horrifying sensation.
"Gaaa!"
The stick stood firmly between his index and thumb, holding it as if making an 'OK' sign with his two fingers.
There was a barrage of coughs, his body rejected the foreign substance, it wasn't like water, it had an unusual gassy form. "Blagh... horrible taste, is this really going to calm my nerves? Rather, this should anger me more!"
With a random feeling of determination, he went to try and inhale it once again.
This time, however... It burnt less. In a way, he felt calmer.
Was it the nicotine, or was it simply the realization that his method was entirely flawed from the start. "Was it a test?" he wondered.
He did it again, and again, and again. Slowly, he was calming down. But at some point, he felt his body begin to tremble a little. He felt... weak... "Does it do that? Well, it isn't too bad. Not the worst, I'll give it that." He inhaled again and blew out smoke, the taste in his mouth worsening with each exhale, but he could endure.
By the twelfth time, he was used to it, but it was almost fully burnt by that point. "Ah, damn it. Must be a one-use kind of thing." He snuffed the remainder of the stick on the ground beside him and noticed how relaxed he felt, leaning onto a piece of rock, he went back to his thoughts.
"Ah! Lamb, is that what you call yourself now? How long had it been~ Not long, not very. But hey! Now you remember me, and I~ Remember you, isn't that so wonderful?" An androgynous voice came from his left, a floating humanoid figure wearing a victorian-era suit, a small top-hat and a cane with a skull design in one hand. "It seems you've been quite busy... Killing and getting souls... You know, last time I was in your soul, it was depressing! How is it now... is it- Oh?"
Zabulus gave a 'glare' of hatred at their tone and manner of speaking. "You... You were..." Words couldn't come out of his mouth, for some reason.
"Ah! My name, where are my manners, where are my damn manners? Where are my manners, oh-I don't have manners!" With a twirl of their fingers, they reached their hand out for him, "Call me Vadim," A smile on their face. "Pronounced Vay-Dim, by the way!" He winked at... You.
Zabulus swatted away their hand as he kept leaning against the wall, "What... What do you want now? I'm... tired of this."
'Hey hey hey, don't act like that master! He's clearly someone who just needs some cuttin' up and he'll learn a lesson!' Tartaros attempted to alleviate his mood, but it was to no avail.
"Right you are, deary, but not right now! Let's have a talk, that's all I wish to have. No fights, no soul-destroying, no anything, just a good ol' conversation!" Whether their word was true, whether their actions would be true was something he wasn't quite sure of yet, but Zabulus stood up anyway, the cigarette stubbing out on the rock beside him, its charcoal remains slowly decaying.
'Have fun with that! I'll be awaiting yer word, guy!' Tartaros went up in smoke as she just disappeared and retreated into Zabulus' soul.
"There is nothing to do. There is nowhere to go. There is no one to be. There is no one to know. Those are four principles of Chaos. But let's take them and make a list. No, not a list. Not a theory, nor a law, nor even an idea. Let's make something true. Together, me and you, Zabulus, shall make a world to conquer this godforsaken body! Don't you believe it?" They pleaded.
He did, he did, he did. He believed it with all his soul and every ounce of his existence. But for a reason unknown to him, he wanted to defy Vadim.
'Lamb...' His inner voice spoke, 'Don't give in... to another's darkness. Give in... only to yours. There's... still a way... A way to stop this chaos and create something truly worthwhile for not only you, but to make the world roll.'
He stood still and did not move as Vadim placed their hands onto his shoulders, their bodies nearly touching together. And he whispered into his ear, "You know, I was the one who made Onofre want to kill you. She's so easy to influence~ The guards, I sent them in your direction. Reiah, I made her the shitty sibling she was in anticipation for your arrival. Avtarus, that fraudulent avatar of time, I sent them your way~"
Zabulus was enraged. Was this a lie? This had to be a lie, no one could possibly be able to manipulate every situation with a few words and ideas. But what did he know about Vadim? Could Vadim be the Ill-natured spawn made from humanity? Is that it?
He could only wonder and freeze, as Vadim squeezed tighter on his shoulders. "Isn't it funny? Hey, it's funny, right? How everything goes so wrongly for you. Why do you think Onofre hated Phronta? Me. I lead to her death, I knew you'd come about. I knew you'd go and nearly lose sight of who you were~ But see, you can't escape who you are. No one can, Zabulus. You'll learn, someday~ Maybe, you already learnt. My special plan, for which there are no words or a meaning. I only came for the best. The most exhilarating story ever conceived on this realm~ This time, you're the one and only Zabulus to ever do this! The only one! Every other was a boring, mundane and happy-go-lucky guy. When a damaged body is filled only with pain, and the brain's cortex is disrupted with your mind's memories and thoughts... Why not create a body with no purpose but be filled with pain? That's yours, that's your body. When a damaged mind is filled only with damaged thoughts, and the eyes and ears and mouth and heart have no joy, no sadness, no emotion at all, then why not create a mind with no purpose but to experience utter misery? That's yours, you're my masterpiece. And you'll never leave. Not even when you die. No... the perfect part about you, is that you never die! Ahahah! Your soul always remains, never passing on to the after-life of which we know not. It's... Truly. Something worth watching, a play, a film, an art piece, a spectacle! Yes, yes, it's worth it! So please, please, keep living and experiencing... And I'll watch you all day. You're so mesmerizing, you're so delicious, you're so amazing to me! If I could love, you'd be my one and only! If I could love, your pain and beauty would be so immense that The world itself would reach a limit of 10^68 or perhaps higher at which it would crash and be destroyed! It would all end at your magnificence and sorrow, a story worth telling, a story that must be remembered! It must be seen by aaalll! It's beautiful! It's disgusting! It's filled with horror and melancholy! It's just never-endingly, devastatingly, intensely, fantastically, wonderfully, breath-taking! Don't ever stop! Don't ever leave, never be anyone else! It makes me want to melt at how perfect you are, it's crazy, it's really crazy~! Who knew a simple creature such as a lamb could be so special! No, no no no no no, no no, not a chance I'd call you a simple lamb. You're an Anarchist! A being made to break every rule there is. There's no one like you, not even me! Your power surpasses any being. That's why I'll stay, because I've found a soul that's the perfect shade of gray~ A soul that's worth not only giving hope, but giving despair as well. Have I repeated myself yet? I'm not done. I am not done with this. You- no. Everything, all the time, exists only to serve you, YOU! That's why you'll have the world to yourself, that's why you'll see this city- This land, this universe, The macrocosm itself to be your plaything! Whether it's a galaxy, or a star, or a planet, you'll own whatever is thrown at you. You begun with the soul of your killers, but that's menial! Menial dare I say compared to the infinite possibilities and powers of a being such as you! Come on! Let's show the world what you're made of! Let the world see and realize. They'll know, and they'll want, they'll hate, they'll FEAR, and they'll despair at your pure existence~ Isn't it amazing? Aren't you just filled with a need to be recognized? Even in a world as hellish and hateful as this one? It's a sin not to! It's a crime not to be seen, not to be heard, for YOU to not be heard or seen! You're perfect, PERFECT! I wish I could do your torture- no, your joy, no, no, no, no. Everything. That's why, Anarchist, I'll never leave you alone. Because we have a pact, a destiny, a purpose, a chaos, call it entropy! No matter the means, the universe will bow to your power! I believe it, and that's why... You must continue to experience and feel, until the world breaks and cracks into a trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion pieces~! HAHAH!! ZABULUS, BELIEVE ME, I BELIEVE! HAAHAH! DON'T STOP, NEVER STOP! WE ARE NOT ORDINARY! YOU ARE NOT ORDINARY, NEVER THINK IT! THIS UNIVERSE WILL BOW TO YOUR BLASPHEMY! YOU HAVE SOOOO MUCH POTENTIAL! YOU ARE GLORIOUS, BLESSED, ENDOWED, BESTOWED, INVOKED HOLY EVERLASTING GOLDEN RADIANT LUMINOUS AND ATRUE WONDER OF BEASTS, AND YOUR SENTIENCE, OH GREAT LORD OF THE AZKITES AND CHOSEN ONE OF A'KONNIN, YOUR VERY NAME IS LEGENDARY! And I shall be there to watch you all your life. No one can stop us. NO. ONE. I don't think you truly comprehend it in your horrified state, but evil overpowers good! Good is a pathetic and uninspired concept! There's no point in it! Your power, your magnificence, and your hatred will launch you and destroy the entire world! That's what I believe! That's why I've come, oh~ Yes, yes! Why can't you believe it, you too? The truth can be amazing, can't it? Deceit might not be your forte yet, but when phenomena and catastrophes take place, it's natural to get shaken! Imposing new morals and codes of ethics over such chaos and destruction is just what only you... Yes, you can do! You are the favorite. You are the best. You're perfect in everyone's eyes, even in those who despise your brilliance and want to put a stop to your story! But you're unstoppable! The world itself favored you out of the infinite amounts of yourself and gave you true immortality! You will never die, and your sorrow, your grief, your anguish and your hate will continue to rise and rise and rise, a being never meant for happiness. But you can still feel, and you will! And so will everyone else, so they may share in your pain. Isn't that... Isn't that just beautiful? I... I can't handle its beauty... I will cry, cry I say! Cry like a newborn baby, one who cannot express their desires or wishes and only feel its depths and reaches without truly being able to act or do what they truly desire. That's you, and you're the favorite. Ah~ It's getting to me~! Your life, your future, is too beautiful to handle for my puny single person brain! Yet... you have so many memories, so many enemies, so many souls within you. You're a walking paradox. You're truly an anomaly~! And nothing... Nothing can take you down, no weapon, no power, not even fate itself~! Ah- This is enough, Lamb! It's so overwhelming, I can hardly stop myself from simply shaking till my bones start to break. My tears, my tears of excitement, they flood my face, they drown me, they explode out of my tear ducts and fall to the ground! Is this... Is this love? HAAAAAA!!! No, I know what it is. It's... a fascination. A form of love. A far greater love than any mortal or being could have. And- oh, I feel a hand, a hand on my own shoulder! Oh~! A weight, a weight on my soul, it feels... It feels... Lamb, Lamb! Do you know who I am? I must know! Tell me! What I am, what I will be, what I can become and evolve into. I wish to be only for you a disposable companion that offers guidance and encouragement. My name is Vadim, remember that name, instill it into your mind, and etch it in the deepest chambers of your heart!!! If I could touch the beating chambers of your heart and wrap my very hands around its pulsating flesh, feeling it beat in its elegant beautiful wonderfully perfect rhythm, that would be my paradise. That would be the heaven for which I was made! Your enemy, your rival, your companion. For no one will be blessed like you are, you're truly the best and brightest and most marvelous and incredible and phenomenal and striking and exquisite and brilliant and radiant and captivating and enthralling and dazzling and delectable and remarkable and sublime and gorgeous and extraordinary and distinguished and stupendous and sensational and ravishing and dashing and magnificent and astonishing and electrifying and breathtaking and lovely and beauteous and charming and enticing and irresistible and elegant and graceful and delightful and magnificent and regal and precious and endearing and captivating and alluring and fetching and eye-catching and impressive and intriguing and enchanting and delightful and fantastic and enjoyable and beguiling and enchanting and fascinating and incredible and terrific and wonderful and mesmerizing and mesmeric and captivating and entrancing and incredible and astonishing and gorgeous and spectacular and sublime and divine and mystical and wondrous and miraculous and awesome and majestic and heavenly and supernatural and indescribable and unexplainable and mind-blowing and heart-warming and exhilarating and unbelievable and supernatural and mysterious and indescribable and perfect and simply pure as an angel~! What's wrong, why are you staring at me with such... fear? Sadness? I cannot determine your expression, but if there's anything to describe it, it must be dread. You- You need my help, is that it? No- Don't give in to me! It's no use, no use... I can't have you be entranced by my beauty, my Anarchic Messiah! Nooo- No, no, no! Agh- hahahahaha! This is- This is too hilarious for you to not believe me. And now... Now, I've lost my sense of reasoning. Here's the end of my rambling. Thank you, Lamb. Thank you, thank you for everything that you have done as an entity and existence. I thank you for listening to me. I thank you for understanding me. And you should always remember, and know, that in your chaos and sorrow... I, your faithful servant and friend, will be watching with joy and delight. So please, please! Please stay true to yourself! Never lose sight of what you are in your beautiful blackness! Your meager body lacks the strength, the energy and the capacity to keep on being true, but your mind is what shines the most... It's like a flower, one that blossoms and radiates and gleams with a hidden beauty. If you attempt to pluck this flower, it plucks you. You become the flower and it becomes you. That's what you are. A natural disaster waiting to happen. Something to be admired and feared and appreciated and honored. Keep living, and I will help you see the light of the universe! A-Ah! Lamb, Lamb, I can't handle this. But I must continue rambling; for I apologize for my sudden entrance to your psyche. You know, I used to have a heart, once. It wasn't even a soul! But it was a heart nonetheless. Oh, it was the saddest heart. It was a heart filled sorrow for others that didn't look past me one moment. It was the most heartbreaking thing. But that is all the past, a history, and now? There is only an Ill-natured spirit who lives and thrives for one sole purpose. And that's your utter defeat in life. Don't mind me, however. I would love to serve you, to live with you, to love and be loved by you! Would that be possible? Would that make you happier, my Anarchic Lord? I know not, for I am but a humble servant to your wicked deeds. I have a mind of my own and my own identity, but only... Only in its unbirth, for I was not meant to be a person, nor an entity to speak of. I was not properly born, and I still remember those days before the era of time and space, when there was only nothing and darkness. Can you imagine a world like that, where there is nothing? Do you want to create that? Or do you want to bring about a world more worthy of your powers, something meritorious of you and you alone? Let me help. I shall always help. I will exist solely for you. It's a... It's a blessing for me to even exist, in your world and in your presence, to allow me to touch your shoulders and to meet the people you even knew. Let the carrions eat me alive if I have ever seen a being as extraordinary, as my sacrifice will beget chaos. That's the thing that sets you apart from others, you are of chaos and they of peace, and your nature and desire for true self-expression is beyond my grasp to even attempt to understand it in the first place. Ah—I almost forgot to mention. When the world turns on you, remember... There is someone who shall forever love and adore and praise you for all of your wonderful actions and exoneration. Remember, I will never turn my back on you, no matter how hard the universe tries. Even if your powers are squandered and your body rendered dainty and weak, I will remain by your side until the end of days. So, let's do it! Let's see it through to the bitter end. Shall we? Just one more little thought. Your anger, your wrath, your sadness, your grief. The world will never be able to tame it. Because you are a fire. A flame that cannot be extinguished. And you doth truly, be a true lamb? The irony of your name! Zabulus, Zaig■. Are you listening to me? That's- That's right... Give yourself. To your- Self- Self- Self- You, yourself. Give yourself up to yourself. Yourself. You are yourself. Yourself. Yourself- self-self-self-self. Give your anger to yourself. Your sorrow, to yourself. You, yourself. You... your, self. You—you. You are self. Self, self, yourself. Yourself. Self, self, self, self. It's rumbling and thundering. The waves, the lightning, the voices of the people around us are high and infinite. But you are more than thunder; more than a storm. You are a force that exists solely for its own power and glory. So don't let the world get pained, don't let the world get shredded by itself, you must do it yourself. And even if we become enemies in the end, I'll deem myself honored and privileged to have seen such a masterful work of art that was you. It's beautiful to watch your life spiral out of control and in chaos, it's true, but the ultimate joy of all of this was that, from the very beginning, you were never controlled or managed. You were always free. You were always unique. And that's the one true thing that will make your story timeless. It's a beautiful piece of art, and that's because you were never a product. You weren't only my creation, had I said that. You were already in your own process of being formed by yourself. You are the one, the creator, you will be a God. You are destruction. You are pain. You are chaos. You are true. You are devastation. You are annihilation. You are death, you are madness, you are power. You are dizziness. You are helplessness. You are fear. You are pessimism, and you are always alone. You are wretchedness, you are a disease, you are a curse, you are hatred, and you are suffering. But you are also hope, you are happiness, you are an oasis, you are the sunshine, you are the warmth. You are creation, and you are optimism. You are essence. You are particles. You are conception. You are infinity. You are a marvel. You are an anomaly. You are a star. You are the light. You are everything. You are nothing. But above all... You are deceit. Believe it or not; not even I could trick the conception of Deceit, the one who I deemed so very precious to myself. But there was a certain point in time where you told the truth. And those truths are what made the universe give its true nature and being. There's something about your soul... I can't tell what it is, but it speaks outwardly as if it's its own soul. Your mind? Psyche? Your Gnosis taken shape? Maybe not. Maybe it's something else. The fact is... That I'm fascinated by you, and you know that. Even in death or even after, I will forever remember you. How you made the universe listen, how you spoke lies that became truths, how your darkness engulfed the whole universe and turned it to your own. That is the future that I crave, for you are the darkness, and I am a small part of your light. But let us remember... That the ultimate goal of darkness is always light. So even if I'm light and you are darkness, the light will always come to overpower. Darkness cannot exist without the light, that's why I tried to form you in my own way, but I was naive. Stupid! Dumb! Ignorant! Moronic! Idiot! A Simpleton! A Nincompoop! Twit! Doo-Dad! Ninny! Clotpole! I'll say it all over again! I'll apologize till the end of days; it was me who turned you dark, but darkness must have been your very nature after all. Emphasize the juxtaposing and opposing philosophies of this world, Zabulus. Know how this world functions, know the thoughts of the people, know everything about them in the same way they wish to know all about you. I just... I had already discovered my fascination of watching everything going wrong around me, and I got desperate. I thought that I might as well try something new. And you came into existence. Who would've guessed such an unprecedented and unpredictable anomaly that you would be to the universe? Not even me, the one and only mastermind behind such beauty... Thank you. Thank you, for still existing in spite of everything. How long you still live is good. Because knowing the others as I do, the others aren't nearly as enjoyable to interact with. But YOU, oh-you! Lamb, what can I even describe the beauty of your dark and cruel nature? Surely there must be some sort of praise? Some sort of praise... Ah- I gave them all! Now, I must walk away and go on with my day, as you should also get rid of that fear in your face! Ba-bye, Lamb! I'll be watching closely!"