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Overlooking the distant city, Whiteface was both awed and troubled. To think, humans got this far without the solace in the darkness, advancement even beyond his wildest hopes. Yet, at the same time...humanity...was wounded. People are without homes. Violence and crime run rampant amidst troubled neighborhoods. Neighbor inflict pain and suffering upon neighbor elsewhere in the world. But all that led to one question: Why? Humanity moved away from the uncertainty of the darkness, yet why do they continue to harm and hurt each other? Perhaps it was his own fault, trying to find logic in a world that readily accepted illogical outcomes, but knowing that Whiteface felt melancholic.

"Isn't it obvious? That's because they never deserved it. The only thing these creatures know is subservience. Why won't you accept it?" A voice, ever familiar, spoke. He knew just who that was...after all, who else possessed his own voice, but himself?

"...You..." Whiteface turns, his mild surprise unwritten upon his facial features. Yes...ever since he left his prison, ever since that man contacted him from the computer...he too left the bonds now loosened from him. Standing to face towards the Black King, Whiteface stands defiant, glaring down on him. Though, a smile merely forms, he warm glow of sundown all around them. "You know me better than anyone else: humans are far from the pathetic creatures you make them out to be-"

*KASHIIIK!*

"Oh?" Whiteface looks down. That was odd...pain? How long ago had it been since he experienced that? Looking down, he noticed the Black King impale his slender figure with an oversized screw. Coughing out blood, the red mixed well with the darkened uniform he wore. "...Cut the crap. You know well that's not true. Why else do the continue to kill or hurt people?" The Black King muses, leaving him stumbling, bleeding to mortal death impaled upon by a screw to the chest. Looking out to the world, with a shrug, he tells him but one thing as he stands near the edge of the building.

"If you...if only you can take your righteous seat as their king...to put them to heel and swallow this world in darkness...you know well you can end it all. The suffering. The hate. The pain. You can make it all go away. All you need to do...is accept me."

To accept him...was to return to being that terrifying creature unrestrained by compassion or morality. And even though he may be killed by the being he left behind, Whiteface will absolutely never accept this evil self back inside of him. Pulling away the screw, throwing it back to him still stained in blood, Whiteface staggers, yet maintains his composure. "You know me enough: I will not accept you. Nor will I ever." He tells him, defiant. His easy-going tone of voice vanishes without a trace. "The Humans chose the Light as their lot. My time as their King has ended. Let them decide their way. If you would stand as an obstacle in their path..." Whiteface, holding his arm out, materializes a dark purple scythe. In the blink of an eye, roughly fifty clones of himself forms, surrounding the Black King who merely returned his defiant glare with a haughty smile.

"...I won't hesitate to kill you."

For a moment, silence prevailed, but even that was pierced right through by the laughter of the Black King. And all of a sudden, everything was gone: he stood at the very end, his wound now gone and his innumerable army of apparition were all but gone. "I give, I give. But know this...your time is short. It won't be long until you beg for my power. But I'll be right there...waiting. Waiting...like you have. Ahahaha!" The Black King's Laughter sickened Whiteface, who now felt that he was alone.

With a sigh, Whiteface, closing his eyes, suddenly appears right below the building. He looked evidently troubled by the events that transpired, much so that he bumped into a stranger rather abrasively. Stumbling back, Whiteface turns to face the stranger he bumped into. "Ah! Forgive me there, Good stranger! I wasn't looking. Are you alright?"