10-14-2017, 06:13 PM
Tearen and Myla walked for hours, lost in conversation. The succubus had also removed the clothing that Tearen had so politely crafted for her, saying that it was 'only fair'. Tearen wasn't entirely sure if this was some sort of ploy to goad him into rutting with her, but decided just to accept it. He certainly could have read her mind, but the Elder Prime was weary of such things by this point. With every step he took, he simply wanted to finish his final task in the Omniverse and return to a human state. It was curious that the sort of telepathy, telekinesis and other fantastic powers he had just bestowed upon the new Enigmas would be things he chose to shun afterwards. He and Myla discussed this at length, and when it came down to it, they came to a simple conclusion: perhaps in his old world, these powers would not have inhibited his connection to his peers. But to be a Prime was to be a very special kind of lonely.
By definition, Primes existed to be pitted against one another. Certainly, they could form alliances and groups and find friends among one another. On the whole, however, theirs was a destiny of eternal conflict and strife. If a Prime wasn't on their way to right or amend some great, Omniversal wrong, it was entirely likely that they were the ones causing the problem. Primes constantly existed with the onus of being the forces of change in the Omniverse, and it was a role that secondaries seemed all too content with.
Myla posited, as a secondary, that it wasn't so much that they were content with Prime rule, but that they didn't want to risk angering any particular Prime. Myla knew all too well that maxim which Tearen had called upon for so long; Never falter in the face of infinity. The mere fact that Primes could try and fail at a task an unlimited number of times meant that they would inevitably overcome anything in their way. Even a nation of secondaries, mortal, could not possibly stand against a single determined Prime, given enough time and determination.
"We just...prefer to accept the inevitable, and let Primes dictate the Omniverse. Besides, you know all too well that not even the Underverse can hold a Prime forever." she said with a slight huff. Indeed, during his time in this divided world, Tearen had become acutely aware of the seething resentment that secondaries held for their lords and creators. At first he had planned on utilizing it to inspire a momentum towards overthrowing Omni himself. Now that he had finished wreaking his personal havoc on the Verses, Tearen felt he would prefer just to be a part of mortal kind again.
"One of the core principals I hold is that people exist only through their effect on the people around them." Tearen said, walking up a flight of steps that had a white stripe running up their center. The pair of void walkers had been following this particular leyline almost since setting out, and it had led them out of the choking halls of glassy nonsense into a stark, wide-open plain. Two figures, hand in hand, walking along a black mirror that held no reflection. Tearen had been attempting to find some poetic significance to it, but arrived at the conclusion that the only thing it illustrated was how far removed they were from normality...as much as that term could be applied to the proper Omniverse. Thankfully, the Shadow was comfortable enough with non-euclidian space that he knew the secret to its navigation: patience. Speed nor direction nor orientation mattered in such a place: only intent and willpower. It was why cities such as the famous R'lyeh had been such a perfect snare for unwitting humans, for it was not the feet but the mind that carried you where you wished to be. He was shaken from his introspection when Myla finally responded.
"So...if a tree falls in the wood kind of mentality?" she asked, looking up at him with her orange, glittering eyes. Looking into them, Tearen noted that they were not dilated to compensate for the suffocating darkness around him. It had to be presumed that not even light followed a straight path within The Void.
"Perhaps, but it is a matter all the more profound. Consider...a person can be alone, but not feel lonely. Likewise, they can be surrounded by people, and feel very lonely indeed. Follow?" Tearen offered. He realized he had been staring into her eyes for too long, and the leyline they had been walking directly on top of was now gone. He breathed deep, chose a direction, and started off in it. Holding Myla's hand was not a mere sign of affection; it was to ensure that this perfidious, bent dimension would not pull them apart.
"Yeah, I know that feeling pretty well. Can't think of how many times I was shrieking for someone riding me and just felt...isolated at the same time." Myla said softly. Tearen did not detect any self-pity in her voice, but there was an honest melancholy. Tearen switched the hand he was using to hold hers and put an arm around her shoulder.
"Mhm. Well...in my practice we are able to open ourselves to the greater fellowship that we are part of. Not just Enigmas, but all of mortal kind. Billions of lives that we can choose to feel are with us, that we are a part of. In that same vein, we can seek compassion and understanding even for our enemies. In the Omniverse it is...more difficult. Primes are mighty, but in exchange, we are a group of souls that are going nowhere, very fast." Tearen said, realizing the poignancy of his statement as he looked around at their bare environs. Myla scoffed.
"Even your enemies huh? What about Diablo?" Myla asked, spitting at the mere mention of his name.
"Diablo...intrigues me. I never met him personally, so I am hesitant to make a conclusive opinion, but...he looked at me. I'm sure of it." Tearen said, quickly recounting his tale from the colosseum city of Azgradurg, and the feeling he had of the oppressive gaze. Myla looked at him in concern, for the pain on his face was evident, and the elder Prime even scratched at the demonic brands on his back.
"He is evil...there is no doubt of that. But he seems to pursue it for its own sake...or...at least that's what he projects. He is a danger to the Omniverse, and must be removed, but I do have compassion for him at least in wondering how he came to exist in such a manner. I have walked among Gods, and all of them-"
Tearen was cut off as a sudden, blinding flash cruised overhead. A single, feathered streak of light, moving too quickly for the eye to fully register, traced a jagged line from one end of the horizon to the other. The sound of a distant sonic boom followed a moment later.
"Was that..." Myla stuttered, now clutching Tearen's hand in a frightened, iron grip. Tearen was quiet for a moment.
"An angel. I'm sure of it." the Shadow confirmed.
"Should we...follow it?" the succubus continued. Her emotions were a seething mix of awe, glee and terror. It wasn't Tearen's choice to feel them empathically, but the outflow of emotion from the secondary was so intense that it threatened to infect his own stalwart serenity. He remained calm, for the most part, but a note of anticipation crept into his speech.
"No sense in following directly, but...we are close..."
By definition, Primes existed to be pitted against one another. Certainly, they could form alliances and groups and find friends among one another. On the whole, however, theirs was a destiny of eternal conflict and strife. If a Prime wasn't on their way to right or amend some great, Omniversal wrong, it was entirely likely that they were the ones causing the problem. Primes constantly existed with the onus of being the forces of change in the Omniverse, and it was a role that secondaries seemed all too content with.
Myla posited, as a secondary, that it wasn't so much that they were content with Prime rule, but that they didn't want to risk angering any particular Prime. Myla knew all too well that maxim which Tearen had called upon for so long; Never falter in the face of infinity. The mere fact that Primes could try and fail at a task an unlimited number of times meant that they would inevitably overcome anything in their way. Even a nation of secondaries, mortal, could not possibly stand against a single determined Prime, given enough time and determination.
"We just...prefer to accept the inevitable, and let Primes dictate the Omniverse. Besides, you know all too well that not even the Underverse can hold a Prime forever." she said with a slight huff. Indeed, during his time in this divided world, Tearen had become acutely aware of the seething resentment that secondaries held for their lords and creators. At first he had planned on utilizing it to inspire a momentum towards overthrowing Omni himself. Now that he had finished wreaking his personal havoc on the Verses, Tearen felt he would prefer just to be a part of mortal kind again.
"One of the core principals I hold is that people exist only through their effect on the people around them." Tearen said, walking up a flight of steps that had a white stripe running up their center. The pair of void walkers had been following this particular leyline almost since setting out, and it had led them out of the choking halls of glassy nonsense into a stark, wide-open plain. Two figures, hand in hand, walking along a black mirror that held no reflection. Tearen had been attempting to find some poetic significance to it, but arrived at the conclusion that the only thing it illustrated was how far removed they were from normality...as much as that term could be applied to the proper Omniverse. Thankfully, the Shadow was comfortable enough with non-euclidian space that he knew the secret to its navigation: patience. Speed nor direction nor orientation mattered in such a place: only intent and willpower. It was why cities such as the famous R'lyeh had been such a perfect snare for unwitting humans, for it was not the feet but the mind that carried you where you wished to be. He was shaken from his introspection when Myla finally responded.
"So...if a tree falls in the wood kind of mentality?" she asked, looking up at him with her orange, glittering eyes. Looking into them, Tearen noted that they were not dilated to compensate for the suffocating darkness around him. It had to be presumed that not even light followed a straight path within The Void.
"Perhaps, but it is a matter all the more profound. Consider...a person can be alone, but not feel lonely. Likewise, they can be surrounded by people, and feel very lonely indeed. Follow?" Tearen offered. He realized he had been staring into her eyes for too long, and the leyline they had been walking directly on top of was now gone. He breathed deep, chose a direction, and started off in it. Holding Myla's hand was not a mere sign of affection; it was to ensure that this perfidious, bent dimension would not pull them apart.
"Yeah, I know that feeling pretty well. Can't think of how many times I was shrieking for someone riding me and just felt...isolated at the same time." Myla said softly. Tearen did not detect any self-pity in her voice, but there was an honest melancholy. Tearen switched the hand he was using to hold hers and put an arm around her shoulder.
"Mhm. Well...in my practice we are able to open ourselves to the greater fellowship that we are part of. Not just Enigmas, but all of mortal kind. Billions of lives that we can choose to feel are with us, that we are a part of. In that same vein, we can seek compassion and understanding even for our enemies. In the Omniverse it is...more difficult. Primes are mighty, but in exchange, we are a group of souls that are going nowhere, very fast." Tearen said, realizing the poignancy of his statement as he looked around at their bare environs. Myla scoffed.
"Even your enemies huh? What about Diablo?" Myla asked, spitting at the mere mention of his name.
"Diablo...intrigues me. I never met him personally, so I am hesitant to make a conclusive opinion, but...he looked at me. I'm sure of it." Tearen said, quickly recounting his tale from the colosseum city of Azgradurg, and the feeling he had of the oppressive gaze. Myla looked at him in concern, for the pain on his face was evident, and the elder Prime even scratched at the demonic brands on his back.
"He is evil...there is no doubt of that. But he seems to pursue it for its own sake...or...at least that's what he projects. He is a danger to the Omniverse, and must be removed, but I do have compassion for him at least in wondering how he came to exist in such a manner. I have walked among Gods, and all of them-"
Tearen was cut off as a sudden, blinding flash cruised overhead. A single, feathered streak of light, moving too quickly for the eye to fully register, traced a jagged line from one end of the horizon to the other. The sound of a distant sonic boom followed a moment later.
"Was that..." Myla stuttered, now clutching Tearen's hand in a frightened, iron grip. Tearen was quiet for a moment.
"An angel. I'm sure of it." the Shadow confirmed.
"Should we...follow it?" the succubus continued. Her emotions were a seething mix of awe, glee and terror. It wasn't Tearen's choice to feel them empathically, but the outflow of emotion from the secondary was so intense that it threatened to infect his own stalwart serenity. He remained calm, for the most part, but a note of anticipation crept into his speech.
"No sense in following directly, but...we are close..."
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued