The fire did not faze him in the slightest; quite used to tantrums of an infernal nature. A summoned hand quickly gripped him by the back of the neck, jerking him up to hang a few feet from his face.
A venomous grin of sharp, jagged teeth split his face.
“̶̣͠H̵̯͂ȯ̸͖w̵͚̽ ̶͔̍f̴̙̈́a̵̞̅s̴̬̀c̸̝̒i̷̫͑n̵̠͊a̸̳͛t̶̗͑î̴͇n̴̥͂g̵͔̾.̵̧̄ ̷̳͒I̸̬͘’̷̨͝v̵̗̒e̴͙͐ ̷̯̏y̴̩̏e̴̮̅t̴̤̀ ̵̼̄ṯ̵̏o̵͎͝ ̵̳̑e̶͔̊n̴̮̈c̴̨̆o̸̻͂u̵̲͒n̷̩͒t̴̨͂e̴͙͝r̴̽͜ ̴̺͋a̶̩͠ ̴͓͝ĉ̴͈o̸̝̎u̵̓͜n̷͍̕t̴̢̊e̵͖͛r̶͕͌p̴̢̚ã̵͇r̷̞͠t̵̛ͅ ̶̬̅t̶̰̿h̸̤̓a̷̰̐t̴̬̅ ̸͔̏s̴̹̉û̵̟f̴̳̈f̴͕̄e̵͖͒r̸͉̾e̷̞̾d̴̛͜ ̵̥́f̴͖͆r̶̻̀ö̴̼́m̶̨̈́ ̵̝̅ą̴͑c̶̭̐ū̵̬t̵̞̚e̴̱͌ ̴̯̃a̴͎̒t̷͚̿t̸̢̃a̵̝̿ć̵̮h̴͙̃m̵̩̀e̶̱̓ń̶͚t̶̖̍.̷͉͛ ̷͝ͅÝ̶͉o̵̮͆u̸̙̎r̴͎͘ ̴̺͌t̶̡̆i̷̗̇ṃ̴͂ë̷̗́l̷̨͂i̶̩͊n̷̡̎e̶̝̿ ̸̟̊ĩ̵̪s̸̭͗ ̶͕͑a̸̲͊t̶̼̄ ̵͜͠r̸̼̿ị̴̾s̶̙͐k̵̹͝ ̷͕̅b̴̙̾y̷̤̚ ̸͇̀h̴̗͛è̵̖r̷̭̄ ̴͔͒v̸̘͛e̸͇͝r̵̔͜ỷ̶̖ ̵̖̾p̶̰̌r̸͍͝e̸͉͠s̶̮͝e̷̱̕ǹ̷͙c̶̨̿e̶͗ͅ ̷̉͜å̵͍ń̷ͅd̵͕̾ ̷͈̊y̴̘͆è̷̫t̸̟̀ ̴̥̑y̷̳͋o̷̹͘u̴͙͝ ̶͇̚s̵̯̈o̴͈͆ ̵̤̕s̴̭͗ẻ̶͙l̵̩͠f̷̪̀i̸͔͌s̴̽͜h̶̢͘l̵͉̉ỳ̴̠ ̷̃ͅc̵̘̀h̶͍̀ȍ̴̡ò̵͚s̶̩̈́ẽ̸̮ ̵̩̒t̸̜̀o̴̝̓ ̸̻́ḓ̸͠r̸͎̒ŏ̶̠w̸̙̋n̶̟͠ ̵̎͜r̸̨͂e̶̯͠ă̸̘s̴̳͆o̷̹͐n̷̟̎ ̶̬̾ẅ̸̞́i̵͉̋t̸̢͝ḥ̴̓ ̶͙̃o̶͙̅b̸̯͋s̶̼̾e̵̞͂s̶̟̉s̴̰͝i̷̼̅ỏ̵̱n̷͈̎.̵̘̈ ̸̡̈H̴͙̔ĕ̴̳a̷̡͘ř̶̮ ̶̙̎m̸̙͒e̷̼͠,̵̞͝ ̸̥̅p̵̠̀ȧ̷͖t̷͈͋h̶̡̅ē̷͉t̸͕͛ĩ̵̠c̷̰̓ ̴͎̍q̵͓̈u̵̯͗i̸̦̐m̶̹̋.̸̤́”̶̯͌ , he growled, reaching to grasp the ribbons, pulling them ever so slightly taught.
“̷̯̪̊̓͐̽Y̵̛̥̾̈́̀̕o̵̖͉̓̏̆ú̷̝̻͉͉͖ ̸̗̗̪͉̟͊̓̈́͛̋̾t̵̛̗̥͉̰͍̀̇̈̕ṛ̶̡̟̱̅̿͝͝u̷̹̜̝̬̎̓͛͝l̷̨̜̃̀͒͘y̴͔̦̋̉̈́̑͝ ̸̧͔̱̙̃̈́̊̀͜b̸̠̱̝͐̃̿͗͘͝e̴͉̗͔̾̈́l̷̻̤̉i̴͙̘̽ę̷̢͓̩͉̊́̚͘v̵͚̺̽ḛ̵̱̰̞̭́̆͑̔ ̸͙̏̅̉̑͗y̴̢̞̠̘̙͌̓͜o̶͚͉̘̒̇̎͂͒͝ͅu̷̱̭̓ͅ ̵̢͙͉̝̯͌c̴̢̭͇̦̲̿ǫ̵̕ų̴̞̖̼͈͝l̶̥̳̈̈́̂d̷̡̥̤̭͖̠̅̏͛̏̈́́ ̷̡͍͉͎͌̊͆p̴͎̘͕̾̽̀̿ǫ̴̖̻͋̀ś̸̡̝͍͖̏͝s̸̞̟̼̫̉̎̒͌͘̚i̸͎̦̗͇̞̓̿̊̌b̴̼̤̫͍͗̔̕͜l̵̮͉̼̔͆͑̈́͆ỹ̸͎͕̈͂͑̄͆ ̴̲͂̀͗̕c̶̪͇̈́̍̈́̄l̸̛̫̮̟̭̗̞̏̀̃̉̔ḁ̴̡̏̾̋͑͑̎ì̵̝͈̈́̅m̷̹̞͇͉͇̜̀̔̋́ ̵̺̲̰́̂́t̶͚̅̽̿͘͝h̴͎̩̗͊i̷̝̦͓̋̈́͛̂́͋s̴̛̝̼̩̯͓̖͂ ̸͈̳̣̪͛̋̃̽s̷̟̈́͌̓͊͌ō̴͕͖͉̭̎͑͑̈́ǘ̷̟̓̇̈́͘͝ļ̵̨̫̯͗̆̈̀̒?̵̙̪̀̍̍̇̇̽ ̸̬͗͂̒̀͒̑T̷̛̺̬̋̿͋͝h̸͎̪̊̾e̷͖͚͇͇̮͙̽̌̓̂͛͘ ̵͎̯̲͐́̈͛c̷͖̉͛͊͐r̴͚͔̻̆̒̄̓͠ȩ̸̢̥̘̪̻̊̐a̸͖̙̔̊̆͊͠t̷͙̽̿̐ư̸̛͎͋́̄͆r̸̨̆͂͝e̴̛̺͕̽̅ ̴̛̙̟͊̈͌̈̕w̵̨̭̔̎̎̊͜͜ͅh̸̢̞͕̊́̀͑͘o̷̧̟̲̫͐̆̕͠ş̸̧̝̩̓͒͗̿̔ĕ̶͕͚̝̫͛̊͒ ̶̯̳͐͘m̶͚̹̝̼̩̠͆̐͋͗̔ḁ̵̠͓̰̝͠r̵̞̖̰͎̈́k̷̮̜̬̓͌ ̸͔̩̦̱̮̺̉̏͂̅̊s̴̮̤͎̮̞̮̀̆͝h̷̫̹̾e̵̢̧̎́͘ ̸̥̺̬͂͆̾̋̓͘b̶͕̹̩̑ȇ̶̛͉͕͖͖̼̈́͆͛à̴̜̣̅̾̓̍̓r̶̙̣̩̪̳̈́̎s̸̛͇̈ ̷̱̂̄̽̓w̸̢̖̲͉͐́̾͘͠ͅǐ̷̥̀l̷͇͛̀̊l̸͙̭̈́̌̑͆ ̷̡͎͍̤̚͜͠ͅf̸̛͇͎̜̏̉̃͌̑o̸͙͙͙̦̒̍͗ȓ̷̰̩̲́͠͠͠e̷̲̍̏̓v̴͔̖͉͆̇e̶̫̟̐̌́͛̈́r̷̘̦̀͋ ̵̪͇͕̜̰̓́̚l̴̨͚̲͙̱͍͐̓͐̏̈i̸̢͉̺̺͗̓͛͆v̷̛̘̺̅̍͛͋e̸̝̓́́̌̈͠ ̶͍͛ȉ̶̧̟͙͍̣̰̾̀̆͘n̶̺̙͎̝͛̊̀̀͒̆ ̸͖̩̫͂̿m̷̡̺̺̹̭̙̂̿̋͝ÿ̵̛̫͚̯́ͅ ̷̠̥͓̖̈́͠s̵̨̮͛̈̄̂h̴̹̽̌͋̚͝a̸̢̧̝̎̅͛̐̄d̶̫̥̘̈́̓́͋o̴̧̝̼̳̰̅w̸̧̳̳̥͒͑̈̉͠.̴̬͗͌͐̽ ̷̧̦̰͓̬̽̈́̇̋̀͘C̵͙̮̑̚o̷̜̩̘̅͑̃̎͘͝ư̸̯̅̾͠ṋ̸̮̉̿̓̾̾͝ţ̸̻̈́l̴̖̦̜̞͖͈͑͑́e̷̳̘̬͔̊̔͊s̸͙̈̾̈́̿͋̒ş̶̧̺͉̱̈́͊ ̵̮͕̺̻̭̤̽̂̒͒̚s̷̢͇̻̣͑͛͌̇̐͜c̵̢̞̖̳͈͋̄͜a̵̤̤̘͑̀̒̌̕r̶̛͇̖̦͖͇̓̀͌s̸̨̢̝͕͍͛ ̸̥̮̥̈́̓ṷ̷̢̞̌͐̌͌͛ṇ̷͚͛̀̎̓͠s̸̯͉̺̺̈̎̾̃e̷̡̪̺̪̜̓̍ę̴͍̅̓͂͋͘n̷̡͇̬͑̅͜,̴̲̘͠ ̸̘̙̱͎̤̞̈͗̐̇̈a̶̛̘̫̫̙c̷͕̜̝̑̅̑͌͘ẖ̷̨͎͎́̓̽ĭ̶͙́̀͘e̴̛̪v̶̗̮̑́͆͑̋ę̷̛̠͎̲̝͍̎̀̾̈́d̷̞̭̲͑͊̕͠ ̸̛͕͍̥́̕͝ţ̴̲͇̘̔̓͗͛̑͜͠h̶̨̯̺̃́̎͝r̴̳̲̺̚ỏ̵̢̤̭̎̂͊ũ̸̡͉̥̀͊̔̉͝g̴̛̠̙̳̊̑͛̀͑ͅh̴̢͍͍̼̆̌̈́̓͐͐ ̵̘͈͍̌̾̇̾̔͜s̶̨̼̲̹̉̍̈̉u̷̞͔̫̦͑c̸̨̦̜̲̫̓̉̊́͠h̸̨̺̞̣̬̄͐̐͝ ̵̝̤̬̗̰̗̉̎͑͝ṿ̵̰̑͐̔͋ͅi̴̦͕͠ȍ̸̪͕͍̘̚͘ͅͅļ̸̳̱̎̑̒̐͂̚ę̷̛̹̻͌̈̉́ņ̷̙̻̣̳̎̈́̃̿ẗ̶̺̙̥͕̬̥́̒̈́͐ ̶̢͉̫͌̀̒́̒͜ȉ̵͉ͅṇ̵̡̟̾̓̅͝ͅt̴̖̘̼͋ḯ̶̘̱m̸̪͌̓̉͂́̄a̸̯̞͍̼̩͗̆͊́̈c̷̦̊̋̐̎̂̿y̶̢̡̫̪̑̓ ̴̹̞̀̆͑̎͘͜y̷̮̝͖͛̒͜o̵̻͠ư̷̜͖̺͍͔͚̿ ̵̡̛̠̥͐͐͑͒̊c̶̪̟̞͍͈̅̆̈́͋ǫ̶͙̆́͋́͘͜u̶̧̲̜̎́͛̔͝ͅl̴͈͈͇̝̗̋̈́̎̏̕͠d̶͇̫̀̒́͘ ̷̧̢̫̺͔́̽o̷̡̢̫̦̻͎͑͛͛͝n̸̛͔̋̌͘̕ḽ̶͖̞͒̚y̸̯͎̒̈́̅͆ ̷̮̭͖̣̝̔̌̾͌̐͝ͅd̸̨̦̳͖́̌͐̑̇r̸̡̦͈͖̄̿e̴̳̜̘̒̄͠ä̷͚̘̘͘͠͝m̶̩̗̤͊ ̷͈̰̰̞͆̈́̀͘̕ǫ̷̳̪̓͋̿͘f̶̬̰̜̈́̀̀̈.̴̧̫̇ ̶̥̰̭͓̤̯̈́͂̂E̴͇͖̿̓́v̵̠̦͎̽͌̄e̵̗̮̊̀̑́̋͜ͅn̷̰͍̐͊̏̉ ̴̛͈̙̥̟̼̬̿̈́̅́͘ǎ̸̦̻͔͛̅̃s̶̨̥̘͑̽̈́͂ ̵̧̪̀́ş̶̧͎̠̤̓̄͝h̸̹̦̅̽̎e̷͈̮͖͓̺͌ ̵̠̲͎̪̣̮́̓̊w̴̢̩̟̪̟̆a̴̧͇̰̘̹͈͌͘͠n̴̨̢̜͙̫͆̅̇͝d̷̢̹͆̏̇͝è̷͉͈̍ȓ̶̠̘͇̗̳̠̊̃̾s̶̛̼̠͌͌͂͜,̷͎̞̦͊̃̋̐͋̔ ̵̼͎̲̰͖̻̆̇͌̒̇I̵̟̅͛ ̷̣͚͑ă̵͇̘̲̰s̴̢̗͇̪̤̐͋͘s̸̪̯̀͌͐͗̓̎u̵͉̬͈̯͛̄̓̏͝r̷̻̤̾̏̇́͝e̴̦̝̩̳͂̓̽͠ ̵̳̖͇̬̊̈́̒̍̄̇y̷̺͋͋͠͠ȯ̴̬̣̒͝u̵̩̜͈͐̅͌̔̾̚͜,̵̹̈͑̚͠ ̶̛̭͕̍s̵̢̩͙͚͔̼̾̓́͂̈́h̴̢͉̭̳͓͉̊̀̊̌͛ḛ̸̢͉̂́̽͛̽͝ ̷̛͔̰͕̄̈́̕͠͝f̵̛̥̑̽e̸͕͍͔̱͋̓̇̄͠e̵̺͌̑̓̎̑l̷̨͔͈̞̞͉̓̉͐ṣ̴͉̭͇̲̊́̅͜ ̸̯̰͎̱͔̻̊̇̄́̚͘m̵̬̼̙̦̯̍́̽ȩ̵̹͒ ̴̟̭̄ả̶̢͚̯̲̦̘̿t̷̗̩͘ ̵̙̰̮̽̽̒̊ͅh̸̳͈͉̺̏̏͋ȇ̶̞̣r̴̛̛͈̞̣͕̮͍͗̍͐ ̶̹̬̍̀͒͘͠b̷̙͈̠̋à̴̛̖̦̥͓̈́̅c̷̛̣̳̩͔̽͐̾̈́k̷̞̥͛.̷̤͚̀̓͂ͅ ̶̳͓̪̟́̋͆T̶̞̖̪̝̅͜͝h̶͍͚͙͈̳̆i̴̺̖͑s̸̊̄̀͝ͅ ̷͔͙͌͑̑͒͐͝i̵̩͇͈̦̰͇̇́͐̒̚͠s̷͍̐ ̵̳͔̍̈́͝n̴͔̠̣͛͐o̷̢̜̻̘͇͐̑̀́̕͜͝t̷̮͗̓̑͛̆͜ ̴͓͚̈́̒̀͘ẏ̵̧̘̱̦̿̂͋̍̕ȯ̵̤̻̃ų̸̯͎̻̰̟́̊̀̓̿̀ŗ̷̜̗̾̊͛̆̓̕ ̶̯̐͑̍̀̕ś̵̛̜͒̆ţ̵̣͈̘̟̦̃͑̌ô̴̪̜͜r̵̻͋̿̎y̵͛̈̉̀͘͜.̸̢͍̣̱͆̀̑”̴̼̪̳͍̈̈͂̀̿͝
He jerked the ribbons toward his mouth, his teeth tearing the ribbons effortlessly. Voidster felt a perilous numbness at the sudden loss, leaving him devoid of breath. The Doctor’s claws began to grip tighter, sinking into the back of his neck. He felt the satisfying tension as the tips strained the integrity of his spine. The disks popped, Voidster’s body going limp, though he remained perfectly aware. A dark chuckle rang out before another hand appeared, gently gripping the back of his arm before slowly twisting it out of socket. Behind them, The Doctor’s hands lovingly packaged Varikai’s soul in a cylinder.
He took his time with Voidster’s remaining ball-joint, taking care not to sever any nerves; thus allowing the pain to remain an unaltered experience. It was a shame he had no time to spare for the sake of exploration. He tossed Voidster’s limp body to the ground, returning his soul to his chest.
He slipped Varikai’s soul into the void of his jacket, then leaned over with a familiar grin. A silent farewell before stepping backward into the void.
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The moment Gaster’s teeth severed the ribbons, Voidster knew he had drastically underestimated his opponent. What had just happened shouldn’t be possible. To physically sever ribbons of pure soul magic. It was something Voidster knew he was not capable of.
This counterpart was too powerful... Voidster felt the devastation of his injuries as they happened. His body hung limply in Gaster’s grasp, the man gripping the back of his neck as if he were a helpless animal. His entire body spasmed and twitched when his neck was broken. He could do nothing but dangle helplessly as his arm was lovingly dislocated.
The pain washed over him in an almost comforting way. It uttered a familiar mantra. You are weak. You are helpless. You are nothing. He is the worthier counterpart. His claim is undeniable. You have always lived this way; taking what you want from those who are weaker. It was inevitable that the law would eventually favor someone stronger.
He could only stare as Gaster leaned over him with a menacing grin. His mind could not quite accept this was happening. Voidster had always been the villain, always the one that destroyed what others loved. When he had eventually deviated from that path, Varikai had been there to guide him back.
He had thought- he had assumed- that things would continue as they always had. Who could threaten his life with Varikai other than Lucifer? Who would want to? The answer stepped back, disappearing before his eyes.
Though he wanted to deny it with every fiber of his being, he knew where they had gone. He would rather have crawled over broken glass through the bowels of Hell than go back to the Void.
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