¿: I stand in the warm, bright place.
¿: God greets me there.
¿: My heart still rife with Rage, for Pain had become my fate.
?: I've come... to make a deal.
¿: God then materializes from five separate voids. Out comes two arms and two eyes—one red; the other blue—all orbiting a terrible grin.
{[What could I possibly offer a thing like you, if you are nothing but a tool?]}
?: Grant me one of my own so I may claim my vengeance, for Pain has robbed me blind.
?: And now, I see nothing but endless Hate.
¿: God's arm then recedes back into the Void and emerges out once more. God's eyes grow brightly as it all draws near me still.
¿: A plain knife lay in its palm. I bequeathed its shine. It draws near me still.
{[This knife is unlike any other.]}
{[The souls of its slain will become one with its blade.]}
{[Were you to fall, the trapped soul will die in your place and you shall live once more.]}
{[But once you have claimed a soul, the blade shall hunger forevermore.]}
{[If you fell, and it bore a soul no more...]}
{[then it is YOU whom the blade shall claim as penance score.]}
{[Alone the knife will rest until another fool grips it tight.]}
{[At which the blade shall sing once more, for it has now become humanity's hungry blight.]}
{[Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm...]}
{[And it will claim more and more until there is nothing left, but the final fool who bore this awesome tool.]}
{[Forever alone, they shall drift...]}
{[And soon become lost to all...]}
{[To which they will then become unknown.]}
{[Do you still wish to proceed?]}
¿: I gaze in into the blade's reflection and grip the handle tight. I consider the path of Mercy.
?: If no soul were to be claimed and the blade remains true...
?: What shall then become of my fate?
¿: God smiled, delighted upon my suggestion. It draws near me still.
{[If no soul were to be claimed and the blade remains true...]}
{[Then it is the blade which shall perish, and your soul will be free to explore.]}
{[But Pain shall perist forevermore.]}
¿: Once more I gaze into the blade's reflection and grip the handle tight. I consider the path of Wrath.
?: If the last fool is to be trapped forever...
?: Then I will be free to destroy until Pain is but a thought?
¿: God's eyes open wide as its grin stretches evermore. It draws near me still.
{[If the last fool is to be trapped forever...]}
{[Then Pain shall persist in their eternal hell, together.]}
¿: I grip the handle tight but gaze into the reflection no more. I consider the path of Oblivion.
?: If the blade were to claim my soul now and be lost with you...
?: Will my sacrifice be enough?
¿: God bellows laughter; it's tears flow like honey. It draws near me still.
{[If the blade were to claim your soul now and be lost with me...]}
{[Then Pain shall persist as my immortal company.]}
¿: I crush the handle tight. I consider the path of Defiance.
?: The blade claims all, yes?
¿: God haults. Its grin soon frowns.
{[I made the blade.]}
{[It... claims... all.]}
?: Even a God?
{[...Even a God.]}
¿: God stares undisturbed.
?: What shall God's fate be then, were I to turn the blade onto you?
¿: God stares undisturbed.
{[Then we shall meet again...]}
{[And Pain shall cease and become Chaos.]}
?: And what will be of Chaos?
{[Absolutely...]}
Nothing. | Everything...
¿: I draw near God and its red eye: the blade's new sheath.
?: I choose... Nothing.
¿ Nothing then dissolves into the Void and God smiles once more. Its blue eye peirces through both mine.
{[Then you have choosen...]}
Everlong.
And with it...
:: NOTHING BUT :: ⁏⁏ ENDLESS PAIN ;;
{[Enjoy.]}
{[Mhm, hm, hm, hm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...!]}
¿: God believes it bested me, but unbeknownst to God...
¿: Everything... will now one day be free to explore without the need for pain.
¿: I only wish I could've been able to join them in that paradise.
¿: But for now, God and I both laugh, for we are nothing but insane.
¿: Ħ̷͙̓ⱥ̴̝̎,̵̩͘ ̷̭̈ħ̷̗̀ⱥ̸̣͝,̸̡̛ ̸̣̐ħ̴̼͛ⱥ̸͚͗ ̵͈͊ħ̷̣̀ⱥ̴̝̕!̸͕͝ ̶̼̏N̵̯͛Ò̷̮T̴͙͌H̶̙̍I̴̭͑N̶͓̈́Ğ̸̯!̵̰̑!̶̭̏!̵͙̏
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☆.•°And thus, a fool was born.°•.★
☆.•°My special toy.°•.★
☆.•°...What? It was their choice after all. Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm...°•.★
☆.•°Would you have cared to trade places with them?°•.★
☆.•°I'd doubt it.°•.★
☆.•°Or perhaps you would like to try and rescue them?°•.★
☆.•°Hm, hm, you may try.°•.★
☆.•°I would love nothing more than to watch you crash and burn in infinite failure.°•.★
☆.•°Why?°•.★
☆.•°...Because it's funny.°•.★
☆.•°•.•°•.•°•.★
☆.•°Now—everyone, take your places!°•.★
☆.•°The 'real' performance is about to begin...°•.★
☆.•°Once again. Mhm, hm, hm, hm, hm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...!°•.★
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