There’s a phenomenon in this world that most of the population will never truly see or understand. It’s not visible in dreams, not perceptible by any communication device, even the purveyors of death or the Gods themselves rarely acknowledge it, either through sheer willful ignorance or abject fear.
The veil between life and death itself, the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel that hides the truth of paradise. It’s not some darkened nightmare or twisted hellscape, but a paradise that is meant to be a final frontier.
Absolute bliss to the senses, peace that can never be comprehended by mere words alone, and for most that is the end of their journey. But for the cursed few, they are torn back into the darkness with a whiplash that crushes your very soul.
The world seems bland, the air tastes vile, the most beautiful of words echo in mind numbing static. Because when you’ve had everything you ever desired, life without seems meaningless.
Because even paradise has it’s price, and that price is your immortal soul.
Life without it seems meaningless and empty, a pain that you and I share Drewitt.
In my father’s quest for perfection, he would give me life, rage about some slight imperfection and then kill me. Fix one thing, bring me back and then rage about another. Time and time again, he would tear from this mortal coil and play God to breath life into my flesh and bones, mere hours that stretched on into eons of unimaginable torment. Until eventually he grew bored and tossed me aside like the soul-less monster he had made me.
Just like Tombstone did to you in his efforts to find a way to kill that which cannot die. The root may have worked its magic through your cells but the Ferryman carted you across the sea of immortality. A one way trip that you have sold your very soul for the chance to return.
We are alike Drewitt in soulless monsters who have been denied paradise through other’s actions but you? My dear boy, you are a fool who has begged for death since the very moment that bullet entered your brain.
You…Gave…Up
All my father did was infuriate me and gave this monster clarity. A desire to destroy and break anything and anyone that dares come my way. To drown Arcadia in a river of blood, because if Doom’s mantra of monsters shall sever the sword upon my paradise,
Then this monster shall be the Doom that destroys Arcadia from within.
You desire freedom Drewitt? You need to finally pass that mortal coil and make it stick? Ferryman, candy makers and even our fellow Uprisers couldn’t do the job, so allow a monster to show them how it’s done.
We shall tear you to pieces, scatter every ounce of you to the winds, leave nothing but a pile of blood and viscera where the Explorer once stood as not even the root of Ambrosia can reform you from what we will do.
They took your soul so I cannot give you peace
But as we rip and tear you to pieces, may you finally see oblivion.