It blinked and slowly looked down at its dirty, dirty hands. It did not feel anything. It did not feel anything. The nervous system it had severed with its Arrival seemed to be finally dying as it did not recall the sensation of her hand in its. It slowly - fidgeting, twitching - slowly laced its bubbling blood and festering skin-covered hands together. Its grip tightened.
When it suddenly wrenched its fingers down into its own skin and tore OUTWARDS, the skin-muscle-flesh-bone simply slipped from its body. There was no blood remaining, the cleanly removed half-arm simply falling to the ground. It made no noise - it felt no pain - its arm was back, black crystalline structures replacing the mortal flesh it once had. A sudden existence, a “blink and you’ll miss it” instance.
Its other arm was soon to follow.
It still could not feel anything. It did not want to feel. It did not want to feel. Eyes slowly trailed along the removed mounds of flesh now lying on the ground. What did it want? To feel? It wanted to feel.
It finally, finally made a noise - a metallic hummmm - eyes cast downward, halos gleaming. It did not want to be alone. It did not want to be here, alone, lonely, in solitude [AGAIN].
His creation was a funny little thing, its purpose embedded into the very fabric of their being. Corrupt could feel it scratch at his core, make his clawed fingers twitch, it’s presence never leaves as it guides them ever so subtly in their actions. As much as he tries to rip its influence from his mind it never will, and he knows this even if he denies it.
It has always put them through trial and tribulation, with their experiences worsening in their outcome more than brightening. That purpose he so thought was gone kept persisting.
The ex-guardian looked up at the blank canvas that was the sky, the wind gently breezing making the surrounding flora. they lay on the monochrome grass, blank yellow eyes fluttering then opening again as whispers from that damned apparition lingered on the wind. Or maybe that was just his own thoughts that prodded him, he could not tell anymore...at least from how that thing was taking his own voice and using it against him. He wanted to do something, that much was true...there was that itch he could not possibly scratch. Not with a trip to connect with humanity, not with the conversations they have had with the damned spirit.
No...no this was something deeper, it always was. Corrupt grimaced and squinted his eyes as that feeling was growing in intensity. Like a flame brought closer and closer to what could be called skin. He KNEW what it was, though, it had not been this close in a long, long time.
Corrupt leaned up, a deep sense of loneliness struck from up their spine and crept outward to the rest of their body. Something, someone was calling out into the vast unknown around them, and he could feel it. “It will pass.” he tells himself, breathing in and out slowly.
“It will pass” he repeats once more and yet again. The feeling burned in his chest hotter and hotter. He grabbed at his chest as that pit within his guts with that empathized desperation.
It did not want to be here, alone, lonely, in solitude [AGAIN].
Corrupts hands seized up, his clawed fingers digging into the colorless dirt beneath him. Eventually this feeling ebbed out of his body, releasing him in a sense, but he kept to the thought of it.
“What was that?” The voice similar to his own asks, layered as it is from more indistinct voices of unknown origin. The ex-guardian didn’t look away, focusing on nothing though black smoke edged his peripheral vision.
“A cry.” Corrupt admitted, Apparition responded to him but whatever it was, he did not hear. Nothing was getting to the ex-guardian as he looked at his own hands.
“I need to find out who is crying.”
“AS if the crying of others has not led you astray before. Inverted you are no guardian--”
“I need to find out who is crying to me.” Corrupt repeated sternly “Nothing should be as close as that was. I felt it in my core, I felt it so deep, and I have to see who or what had connected so strongly” The apparition looked at him “Inverted.”
He knew where it was, he could tell exactly where the cry came from. Corrupt got up and staggered slightly as he sliced his claws into the fabric of his reality.The ex-guardian did not wait for any more quips, no words, no dialogue from his haunt. No, he immediately went into the portal he had made leaving the safety of his pocket dimension once more.
Corrupt did not see where he was, he did not check, he did not care. His focus was zoned in on the being that called to him. Apparition kept speaking and before long he was gone along with the noise that he brought. The golden hue from his face slowly drained from his face as the ghost’s grip weakened with this strong determination.
Finally, the Ex-guardian stopped in their tracks, the hope that burned so fierce was in front of him. Not too close but neither was it far away as it should be. Their quickened breath stuck within their chest as his eyes settled on IT. It had humanoid features…those features barely defined and warped by deepened claw marks on sloughing sinew and crystalline void black shards that stuck out of what could be barely put together as skin anymore.
It was not human nor alien or anything between. So long has the concept of Hope had been manifested he had lived this life, to see many, many things.
It hurt to look at, and yet they could not keep themselves from staring at it in shock, in awe, in fear? Undefined black eyes staring at white ones. The humming starting to be realized as they stood there, buzzing and ringing.
E had many creations and yet in his mind something like this could not be of his design.
Finally, he was able to will himself to look away for a moment down to observe his own body. lacking of any defining feature one could call human other than shape and the skin that shared the color of snow that fell on the humans earth. His gaze fixated on the creature once more, that sense of relief on his senses straining again.
he did not know, he could not know.
“You.” He began “You...are the one who called out are you not?”