07-24-2017, 02:05 PM
If I had to describe what it felt like as I walked up to Omni and his finger poke of god, it would be fear. Yes, I can admit when I'm afraid and in this case I'm absolutely okay with that. This was the first time I was willing putting myself in danger without a plan. I was willing letting myself be changed, and the idea of no longer being who I was a moment ago is one of those extensional crisis everyone has. Except in this case I was letting it happened. You do crazy things when you're homesick.
Not that I'm crazy.
The sensation as Omni touched me in a weird place is hard to describe. If I had to describe it, and I guess I am considering I'm telling you this, it was like being a pitcher being made of thin glass being filled with concrete. I'll be honest, that's me guessing. A close approximation that really fails to describe anything to anyone who'd understand it even less. It only lasted an instant, but it felt like a whole other lifetime
Memories, memories that were mine and yet not, flashed through my mind. The base on Io, the Demon-Spitter, the Gatekeeper, more and more demonic invasions as the UAC played with fire. The abandoned relay satellite, the demon keys, destroying the Mother of all Demons with the Unmaker. The decision to stay in Hell to keep them from ever returning. The rage, the Titan's skull ripped free by my hands. The unending vigil, the name Doom Slayer on the lips of of the demonic. The loneliness, forgotten on the shores of Hell. Argent D'Nur, The Wraiths, The Night Sentinels. Two betrayals, a grieving father and a penitent demon. Kadingir Sanctum, the trap, buried alive. Mars, the UAC again, Argent Energy, Samuel Hayden, Olivia Pierce. I nearly fell on my ass when it was over, and I wobbled in place as everything snapped back into place.
I looked down at the armor I wore. It was the same I wore a second ago, but it didn't feel quite right anymore. Even if I knew it was the same armor, or at least pieces of it, that I had kept with me all that time. Or, real me, that is.
"That..." I couldn't quite put a word to it "...was something else"
Not that I'm crazy.
The sensation as Omni touched me in a weird place is hard to describe. If I had to describe it, and I guess I am considering I'm telling you this, it was like being a pitcher being made of thin glass being filled with concrete. I'll be honest, that's me guessing. A close approximation that really fails to describe anything to anyone who'd understand it even less. It only lasted an instant, but it felt like a whole other lifetime
Memories, memories that were mine and yet not, flashed through my mind. The base on Io, the Demon-Spitter, the Gatekeeper, more and more demonic invasions as the UAC played with fire. The abandoned relay satellite, the demon keys, destroying the Mother of all Demons with the Unmaker. The decision to stay in Hell to keep them from ever returning. The rage, the Titan's skull ripped free by my hands. The unending vigil, the name Doom Slayer on the lips of of the demonic. The loneliness, forgotten on the shores of Hell. Argent D'Nur, The Wraiths, The Night Sentinels. Two betrayals, a grieving father and a penitent demon. Kadingir Sanctum, the trap, buried alive. Mars, the UAC again, Argent Energy, Samuel Hayden, Olivia Pierce. I nearly fell on my ass when it was over, and I wobbled in place as everything snapped back into place.
I looked down at the armor I wore. It was the same I wore a second ago, but it didn't feel quite right anymore. Even if I knew it was the same armor, or at least pieces of it, that I had kept with me all that time. Or, real me, that is.
"That..." I couldn't quite put a word to it "...was something else"
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