FANTASY DAYS

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Not really gonna be on here a whole lot unless my muse really calls for me since my dash is hella dead. So, I guess consider this blog on a sort of semi-hiatus?

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“Nya~?”

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Why are you the best eldritch abomination?

“Are you truly and irredeemably stupid? Just look at me~”

“While the ones I plan to consume are forced to hide their hideous forms away, I can waltz about and much more easily enjoy the existence of humans and beasts. They can hardly speak without reducing some poor human’s mind to a pile of mush while I can communicate and toy with them so much more~

Ha, so much for being called Great Ones~”

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Personality differences between Nero’s Phase 1 form and his Phase 2 form:

Phase 2 has inherited a good chunk of Or’s omnicidal tendencies and lack of empathy, referring to everyone he thinks is beneath him with terms such as food or prey, or the like.

Is less duty-focused. While he certainly aims to link the flame so hard that it’ll last so long that people might as well forget about the cycle, he certainly thinks that he could fulfill what his mother wants to (which is to end the world by her own hands in a sort of weird “better to die than be killed” kind of philosophy) before the flame goes kaput forever.

While Phase 1 prominently uses his bitchin’ sword, Phase 2 is more savage and utilizes his claws and only uses the sword for special attacks. (Phase 1′s sword is actually a physical object, Phase 2′s “sword” is more like this sharpened clump of magic)

Phase 2 is less composed than Phase 1 overall, more likely to toy with his enemies physically rather than be combat pragmatic like Phase 1 is.

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Please don't eat me.

“Eat? Now don’t put it like that, fuel.”

“I’m going to devour you.”

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Whats your favorite animal?

“Birds...I wish...I was a bird...”

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What or who is your favorite eldritch abomination?

“Me, of course.”

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You must have a lovely singing voice.

“If I didn’t I would dread to find out what would have happened to me as soon as I stepped foot in this land.”

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How good are you at dancing?

“W-well. I...I only know the.. t-traditional dances from b-back home, but...”

“The..the times when I... I got t-to dance... I think th-that those dances w-were the only things I w-was good at...”

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Oh my what large teeths you have.

“How astute an observation you’ve made.”

“Perhaps such intelligence should be rewarded by becoming fuel for the future.”

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Remember you should be nice to people, I know you want to hit them but you can get more results from being nice.

Nice? What was this spirit on about? His fingers twitched, as if in silent laughter at the foolish notion. This was not a land of being nice - no. Those that came here were those meant to suffer or be used for his most noble of duties.

But a scoff left the armor, as if that alone was enough of an answer.

“Keep those idealistic notions to yourself, lest your betters rip that tongue from you.”

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Slides the dash five monopoly dollars

please bother these children

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Susanoo: Astral Finish

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B O R K

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cursedandcarried

Nobody knew what would become of the world in the Age of Darkness. Adherents of the Dark proclaimed it would be the age in which Man would realize his full potential, others claimed it would be nothing more than an era of chaos and suffering in a lightless world. Lothric wasn’t sure what to think, but he was starting to get an idea.

“…the end is far off, still,” he says, beginning to gather more grasses. “There is nothing to worry about. The Flame may burn for decades to come, they say. Plenty of time to ensure you leave no unfinished business.”

She said nothing, still in all movements as she held her tongue for a few moments - as if taking in that belief with still surprise. No, it was understandable - no matter how distorted and twisted it became, the feeling of how time passed was always relative. For what the prince believed to be far off, for her it was far too close.

“...I shall try to hope that is the case.” She stood up, her business here now concluded.

“I have given you my warnings, so I must depart for now. Lothric, Lorain... remain true to your convictions...”

And much like how she came here, she simply vanished without a trace, as if she was never here to begin with.

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He gazed down at the fading corpse. That contender, the one who had led his dearest mother to him and turned what was once Salus into what is now Nero. A beat that would devour the strength of all and become the ashes from which the phoenix of the next world would rise.

One who had allowed for this to happen, only to try and stop it.

Clawed fingers twitched; knowing that if he didn’t link it now he would only be further procrastinating on his duty. He was to rekindle the world so that his dearest mother could continue her own ideals. (He never inquired into those, they were most certainly above him).

But why could he not bring himself to do so? When that contender had pushed him far enough that his mother had to intervene and grant him further strength?

“Mother...”

He asked the air, knowing she was listening in some form - his voice like gravel against the ears of anyone listening.

Why now was he asking this? Why now was he caring? The end was so close and the beginning just as such. His breath shook for a second, hearing the footsteps approach from outside of the fog.

“What do you intend to do in the world born of my corpse...?”