Once again was Diamond standing in the all too familiar garden. The sun was shining, birds were singing, the flowers were blooming and on days like these he would have usually spent training recruits or cramped together in his office working on new strategies.
Atleast he will be save from all the anons here. Here they couldn't rub more salt into his open wounds with them referencing his lost family.
Diamond will have to return to work tomorrow, but for now he could stay here griefing in peace.
But he had to admit to himself that he still misses his old life with his... family and there was a part of him that regrets everything he did in his new life. That maybe not everything the Harmony Organisations did was the right thing.
One thing was sure: The Organisation and he himself had changed over time. The constant fighting and bloodbath having become a second nature for him and he's terrified of that part of him. The part of him that messes with souls, trapping people forever into lifeless objects fully aware of their situation. The part of him that got amplified when he had gotten infused with Zalgo, an entity that thrives on violence and bloodshed. When it had left him or rather was ripped out of him it had left its disgusting traces and stench.
The thought of what could have been terrified him. What if Zalgo hadn't been removed from him? What would he have become? What would have happened to his new family? But Clubs always told him not to dwell on the unimportant parts of the past that have already happened and cannot be changed. To only use it as fuel to further their goals.
In recent years he could agree less and less with Clubs' actions and her words. They felt less and less genuine. One big catalyst was surely the treatment of Spades. Sure, he wasn't always the nicest to the kid, but what the other two leaders did was outright cruel.
He doesn't know if that change was from him noticing the contradictions in her behaviour, her recently constant outbursts, her cruel actions or from all the souls of their enemies (too be honest he wasn't even sure if they even were their enemies anymore).
His soultrapping ability had its drawbacks. Not only could he trap and move souls, but everytime he did that he absorbed parts of it. How much of it he couldn't control. Sometimes its just small things and he would suddenly get the ability to play instruments he has never even seen or heard of before. He had adapted the behaviour to play an instrument when stressed. Sometimes the sound of violins or other instruments would be heard on hours end inside the bases.
But he could also get their state of mind... He could feel the bloodlust bubbling up under his skin again and he immediately pushed it back down. It has gotten harder to do so and he wondered if that was what Clubs wanted. She had known the drawback and still she made him trap the souls of psychopaths, sociopath, serial killers and he could go on forever.
His chest begun to burn. The feeling grew within seconds and it felt like the flames of hate would burn him up. Was it his hate or one of the souls? He didn't know and the lines have already become blurry a long time ago. He screamed in frustration. The birds fled in a hurry and it just aggravated him even further. How dare they do that. His powers build up inside him and he wanted to just make the birds suffer. To make them explode. He hold out his left hand to do so, but something stopped him.
A female voice stopped him in his fury. He looked around slightly lowering his hand. The hate and rage were still there boiling and waiting to be released partly blinding him, but not enough to know that no one else should be here. The garden was located in a small and insignificant dimension only he knew about. Not Clubs or her spy network, not the archivists or anyone else.
He had to gasp as the shock that went through his body. What was happening?
'Oh my poor Diamond... What has happened to you?'
The voice was familiar and soft spoken, but where was it coming from? It was like it was inside his own head, but that can't be. He turned around. There were flowers, the path, trees and bushes, the graves of his family, but not the origin of the voice.
"Who and where are you?! Come out and show yourself!!!", he screamed at the top of his lungs frankly scanning his surroundings. The fury rose once again.
'I can't recognise you anymore. You've changed for the worse. Please turn back before it is too late. There is still hope for you. It pains me to see you like this, that your powers are driving you crazy if it hasn't happened yet.'
Why can't the voice just answer his question and stop trying to guilt trip him?! Why do they care?! He felt like he could explode any second!
'I will always care, Diamond, so please listen to me! I can't stand to watch you loose yourself even further!'
The voice seemed desperate, but Diamond didn't care. He couldn't care in his state. All he cared and wanted was to hurt someone. To release the pressure inside him rendering him breathless and at the brink of insanity. He could see a blue light inside his head as his powers exploded out of him. The sound of the destruction filled the dimension as he fell to his knees with a loud thud. All he now felt was emptiness. Pure emptiness.
The voice faded very fast and only then he realised whose voice that was. He called out to her, but no one answered. After standing up he walked over to the graves with shaking knees. He dropped and laid down next to them shaking as the hot tears begun to fall.
The next morning Diamond returned to work putting on a mask and pretending nothing has happened, but deep down inside he knew.
Heart didn't notice. She never noticed. Clubs pretended to care shortly, but he could see through her lies. She never cared. She doesn't care now and he wondered if she had even cared during his recruitment. His heart ached and he knew the answer was no.
The whispers returned once again.
'She was the one that caused everything.'
'She never once cared for any of you.'
'She's planning something.'
'When she has no use for you anymore she will put you aside.'
This wasn't the first time this had happened, but something has changed out of the sudden. The whispers always left his ear ringing, but they have never been so clear before. He could understand them for once.
'Grandma, Emerald, Jewel... You're right.'
