❤️ For a time my muse has died for someone
don't know how he is going to manage this tehee
How had it all gone so wrong?
Plans within plans, he had laid so many, was the architect of this spiderweb of schemes that brought him so close. He had the entities power, all the science of mankind at his fingertips, built a fortress of superheroes to keep him safe from all the enemies he made along the way.
Of course, so busy, he was one man with endless bodies at his disposal, still just one mind and while he piloted his powers, they never belonged to them. He had learned how to use them but it that thing just knew, lived and breathed the powers into something terrible.
Viktor slowly rises, he's entirely stripped of his powers, ripped from him from the unimaginable power that stood before him, his body had never felt so heavy, he'd long forgotten how it felt to be mortal, not since he had stolen from one he once called friend.
"Wait? No. Viktor, I have waited long enough... You tricked me once, ONCE, never again, all you have wrought, all you have made and unmade? is now MINE".
His patron, his friend, his power loomed over him, between them float two lights, so pure Viktor felt ashamed even perceiving those miracles torn out from their eternal rest, and beneath them the bodies he had made for them, in a world he had so nearly secured for them.
To mock him the patron's body shifts, it's darkened tar body solidifies into his own self, it would be a perfect reflection if it wasn't so perfect to begin with.
"You spent your short existence wanting to spit in the face of god, but that honor will belong to me... to kill gods favorite creation is meaningless when the soul can simply return to him, but you? You found a way to bring them back. Bring them to ME. I should thank you if it was not all thanks to me".
Of course, so consumed in his hatred Viktor had actually saw themselves as equals, when in reality it would be like Viktor befriending an insect over the same spite for the sun. To this Devil Viktor's life, his hatred, was a fleeting moment. What ever made him think his hatred rivaled one who had been cast down from the kingdom of heaven?
Viktor stares on, the entities hand reaching for those lights, proof his brother and sister had still existed, just not with him, and now they would cease to exist forever. Viktor had spent his life fighting to see them again. But now even in death Viktor has certainly committed enough sin that he would never be permitted to join them in whatever paradise he had just pulled them from.
But the entity forgot something too.
The pistol in his jacket pocket that felt so useless moments ago was now the key to his siblings salvation, and his damnation. He takes wide steps backwards and turns the pistol onto his own chest, there is no hesitation as he squeezes the trigger as many times as his body will allow, he cannot let the entity heal him, he must ensure his heart bursts.
His only indication that he was right was the entity abandoned its own revenge to try and stop him.
