all great changes are proceeded by chaos

Indie Ancient Chaotic Primal Entity. (Pokemon OC RP blog) Written by ❀Kei❀ ♛Semi-selective and taken by Ceraeion♛ ☾ Sideblog to rosalanista; will follow from there.☽ Tracking chaoticxprimal Human fc: Haji from Blood+ Pokemon fc: Smaug from The Hobbit Please read About and Rules pages before interaction! ✧αℓℓ gяєαт ¢нαηgєѕ αяє ρяσ¢єє∂є∂ ву ¢нασѕ✧

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“What could you possibly hope to accomplish alone, foolish mortal?”

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There was only screaming as the Chaos Dragon wreaked havoc upon the village. People were crushed under his giant claws as they ran for cover, trampling one another as he bore down upon them, demon hordes flowing from the miasma of chaos behind him. No one stood in the way of Diazacul, except...

Diazacul chuckled, the sound like the rumbling of an earthquake. "Do you think you can stand up to me, puny human?"

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//Meanwhile, I sit here and figure out the seven members of Team Chaos. Ahahahaha--excuse me as I make these NPCs.

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“...I feel as if...I should stir up some trouble.”

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❝What…❞ 

      ❝What are you–❞ 

Pain shot through the Scion’s body as he stumbled back, hand covering the bleeding remnant of that arm– Blood, blood red as a mortal man– How odd, when he saw it from others, it brought him a wicked satisfaction. From his own body, it caused only FEAR. 

For the first time since his rebirth, Perses felt as if he would faint. Yes, he remembered being fed the Obsidian Orb, he remembered his body creaking and cracking as it took on the shape of the Herald of the Lightning; he had felt pain before, but nothing like this. 

Dammit! 

❝This… This is how you teach me? Through this suffering? … I suppose it may be fitting… I am Wrath, and one day I will be torn limb from limb– Is that not my fate? But why start it now?❞ 

Now, more than ever, Perses wished to find his dear KINDNESS so that she would ease this pain. Now, more than ever, he wished that the damn fool of a Herald had chosen life instead.  

❝… Fine. If this is to be my punishment… at least let me build a replacement arm…I suppose I will only seem more like her lover. Perhaps this will make it easier…❞

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“Life is suffering, boy, and that is why I aim to End it All.”

The drenched blade was brought to his lips and he tasted of the crimson life fluid that now coloured it. Ah, as his tongue lapped up the warm fluid, he found it tasted stale and bitter. A mockery of life; it was no more than tasting dust.

Just as the Herald had been. Dust and bygone regrets.

“I teach you that failure in your task will only bring you suffering, but in its own way...a deliverance. From only rending blood and flesh, does the body remember enough to make the mind learn what the soul cannot.”

Dispassionately, he turned away, beginning to walk off to meet his other half.

The dagger was dropped, left without a care to clatter on the floor.

“Take that. Your blood is poison to most humans, and particularly deadly to Arceus’ order loving ilk; you merely need to give the Scion but one scratch.”

He held up one finger.

“Just one and my Chaos will enter her and consume her soul.”

“Oh, and so you do not lapse...I want you to carve out her heart for me. Do not even think about appearing before me until you have her heart. One way or another.”

Ambiguous? Perhaps, but he never did deal with certainties. He was living discord, after all.

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❝… I know… she is not a plaything. Something so beautiful could never be such.❞ 

      ❝… O CHAOS… Did he love her? The Herald… Did he love her, in return? His memories have caused hesitation on more than one occasion…❞ 

If GHETSIS had loved her, then that could cause quite a bit of roadblocks for PERSES. The Herald’s memories had caused odd feelings; he never knew who he was, and those times were becoming more and more frequent. It had been but a month since the revival, and yet–          Why would he wish to return to that man’s life? Ghetsis had been a tortured soul. Ghetsis had caused pain to the world that had hurt him. Ghetsis had a consciousness that prevented him from sleep– 

Perses was WRATH, sin embodied, and he would not suffer those things. Never again would he feel such G U I L T– And those memories did so many things to him. The remnants of the HERALD had left him a wreck, and while it allowed him a way to blend in ( he knew how to be human ) but it was just as much of a CURSE as it was a BLESSING.

❝Why… Why does he feel like this? I assure you, I hate his memories, and I will end this to alleviate the PAIN within me… But for now… I need a way to play this game and survive. Make it stop…❞ 

A hand reached up to hold the deity’s upon his cheek a little longer. Tears stung behind those eyes– 

              ❝Make it stop– Shut him up! That HERALD and his damn memories will yet be my death!❞

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"...That Herald loved her more than his own life.” Not that that was saying much, considering how this empty doll stood before him, wearing the face of the self-same Herald who decided to nobly withdraw from the world of the young Scion of Kindness. What utter foolishness; even in death no one could escape the Ender Dragon; he who was the End. He was the All-Father and yet also the Father of None.

What a wretch of a child he brought into being. Sniveling and begging him for release from the memories that made him both useful and a liability.

Oh, yes, he understood all too well how much of a wildcard Wrath would be whilst holding the memories of Ghetsis Harmonia, King of Unova. And perhaps, half of his being wished that they would win.

And yet, the part that wanted to see The End so badly would not forgive him his transgressions.

But he was a good, if cruel father. Perses would learn well that his love was fire that destroyed as it did to cauterize.

“They say that one effective way to stop one pain is to introduce another....shall I make it truly stop for you? My wayward son...”

In his free hand, he summoned the shadows, tendrils that weaved around his limb, climbing up from his feet as if alive. They came together, forming in them a blade most wicked and sharp. There came an oddly tender look as he caressed the former Herald’s face. Pity in his eyes? Or an illusion of it?

“Let this ease your pain.”

And with one fell swoop, he took off the Sin’s rght arm.

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“ HE BUILT his damn fortress over the ruins of my castle! ” 

      “ HOW AM I supposed to face him without sending his pathetic body up in FLAMES? ” 

A frustrated sigh escaped the conqueror as he ran his hand through his hair. He hated that blue color and he HATED Cyrus. The damn IDIOT who thought he could simply take over Veilstone as if it were his own– 

“ DIAZACUL, I want to burn him, but I know I can’t… It’s horrid, what he’s done! ” 

     ❴ that damn bastard has it coming! | @chaoticxprimal❵

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“Granted, the decor is sparse and isn’t to my taste, but you don’t have to kill him over that.”

Was that Diazacul attempting humour in a deadpan voice? Yes. Yes, it was.

But of course, he understood that was not what his partner was upset about.

“Tell me what so horrid, beloved, when this man has gotten so close to our goals?”

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Aesthetic =>>> @chaoticxprimal

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@hxrmonian

“Aren’t you tired of being like that?” As for what ‘that’ meant, the chaos deity was being extremely vague as he spoke to the Harmonian heir. Was he speaking to what laid within, or to the boy himself? Levelling crimson eyes upon the royal’s form, he glared at him as he crossed his arms.

“I find this existence most tiring.”

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Reminder that Diazacul was separated into three main parts: a body, a heart and a soul.

His body was thrown into the Distortion World and affects its general physics and layout actively. Most of the paths are made FROM his body.

His soul became the energy that fills all living beings. Some call it a lifestream where souls go to in the afterlife. Some call it the Dragon Force.

And finally, his heart roamed over the ages, eventually forming itself a temporary body and going against Arceus in every way possible for revenge.

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❝I could not forget, even if I wished it. He chose that fate, to reside in the world beneath the ground, and YOU revived me.❞ 

        ❝Yes, O CHAOS, you were there to whisper to me when I was a wreck of a form. You were there to give me empty promises– It’s odd, they were not unlike those promises one gives to a LOVER.❞ 

A stabbing pain shot through his body as the CHAOS deity pulled the orb from his body. Even WRATH could feel fear. Fear that coursed through his body as he felt it falling into disarray. Fear as he knew that deep within, this rotted body was the TRUTH under that man’s appearance. 

Fear, because he had not wished to falter. 

            How he hated that feeling. 

Before he knew it, the orb had been returned to his rotten form, and for a moment, he caught a glimpse of the horrid thing he had become. Almost transfixed, he watched as color returned to the body, pale flesh hiding decay, jade locks once again falling in front of his eyes– Eyes like the crimson stains he left in his wake. 

Ah, but what interested him the most, more than the revival of beauty, more than watching muscle and flesh return to the body, was the way the orb glowed in that chest of his, only momentarily before it began to mimic the pulse from a heart. 

❝She caught me off guard. I am not used to that feeling. She brought back such odd feelings… But would it not make more sense for me to be closer? I still retain the form of her past lover… Is it not satisfying to slay her while she holds a heart filled with love? That is CHAOS and CRUELTY, is it not?❞ 

Breaths were shaky as the Scion of Wrath let the shadows about him reform those dark robes, as they returned the now cursed blade to its place at his belt–

❝Is that not what you wish? For her to suffer? Betrayal from a lover is death… His memories tell me this. Is it not fitting to drive her to the same despair? Allow me to remain close a little longer… I will yet end this.❞

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He should have killed her himself.

He could have killed that girl, before she ascended, as she laid a wreck on the ground.

He could have snapped her little neck so easily, ended it all.

Yet instead, long ago, he had righted that girl, placed her on her feet and told her to keep on living.

What weakness that entered him! Humanity was worming its way into the heart of CHAOS, but he had only himself to blame, especially considering where he put said heart...

“I gave you life to destroy that Scion, where others have failed, I know you will succeed.”

“You who bears the face of the one she loves, you will be the one to send her off. An act of Kindness, the only one I will abide for that nuisance of a child. Her death should be swift and painless.”

Diazacul’s hand found the skin of the shell before him, caressing the porcelain of Wrath’s cheek. Empty promises of a lover, hm? Without Ceraeion directly beside him, that was how the dragon was; empty. As it should be. He was the true Void, the emptiness awaiting at The End. ·His heart was separated from him, so any true sympathy was only felt when his eternal partner was there to stir them up.

“Bring out those feelings all you wish, but do not dilly-dally. Every passing moment she lives, is another moment of failure on your part. I expect it clean and fast -- do not play with the child. She is not a plaything.”

Even if there was only conditional sympathy behind his actions, Diazacul did respect the woman that Scion had become. The one closest to defeating him.

The one who would defeat him utterly if he allowed her to live.

And so he would not tolerate such tactics in this case.

“I want her dead. Do not make us all needlessly suffer for it.”·

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“You who call yourself a Herald of Chaos know naught of which you speak.”

Giratina, the one of Chaos? Balderdash? But then, they were linked in a way. The Chaos that existed before Time and the Chaos that roamed the other world...the Distortion World where his true body resided, forever sealed from him.

He came up to the boy, glared down upon him.

“Who are you, to call yourself that, child?”

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@numquamscires​

“I have given you, but one purpose and one alone,” drawled the chaotic deity.

Hand outstretched, her plunged it within the clay doll’s chest, using his power to alter his existence, ripping out the still beating ‘heart’ of this corpse made breathing and holding it in his hand. He left no marks, but the dark orb should not be taken out so easily. It pulsed dark energy in his grasp and Diazacul regarded the object evenly, passing it from one hand to the other as if it were but a mere bauble being juggled before settling in one open palm.

He made his Wrath, his newest Scion watch as she began to squeeze it -- the very source of the life he lived now.

“To destroy that nuisance of a girl.”

With disgust she slammed the bruised orb back into the former Herald’s chest, letting it be reassimilated back into his form.

“Or have you forgotten already, your purpose? Or do you think that there's even a sliver of a chance of redemption? You are my pawn now, forevermore.”

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Like this post if you want Diazacul to get up in your face and generally be a terrible a-hole to your muse.

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platinumverity:

“…Was I really wrong to try to stop Cyrus?”

“Perhaps you were.”

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idealiist:

    “I don’t believe in ‘fate,’ jackass. I don’t care if it is inevitable - long as I’m still breathing, I’m not letting your damn ‘Darkness’ decide the world’s future.”

“Belief or not, that is what was foretold -- what was seen by many seers and spoken of in several prophesies. I will have my way. Perhaps not when you are here, but long after your line dies, for I am true immortal and I will never stop existing to bring this world to the Void.”