Post by sacredrapture on Jun 5, 2009 21:53:05 GMT -5
From the shadows in the graveyard, a twitch appeared. As unseemly as it seems, that was the only word to describe the anomaly. A man appeared, dressed in black, with a red covering over his eyes. Darkness continually circled at his feet. Unlike his predecessor, this man was closer to being a human. Somewhat.
The man stared at the gravestones. Humans put them up to commemorate their dead.
'What was left to commemorate the sacrifice of the angel'? He wondered.
The being wondered if what he was feeling was sadness. Emotions seemed to be alien to him; what or WHO he was before would recognize them immediately, seeing as his predisposition to being at the whim of his emotions before was his prime characteristic.
He was thinking of course of Vittorio, but Myzrael would also do.
He sat on the ground. How did he come to be? How is it he had all of the memories of Myzrael, yet did not have the emotional attachment the latter used to have for the residents of this city?
'WHO am I?'
He closed his eyes. He noticed that as he did so, he could still percieve the outside world clearly. Touching the covering on his eyes, he did not show any outward sign of surprise. His eyes were covered; how could he see? He was sure if he concentrated, everything would be explained. Silence filled the graveyard.
His head was silent. Whereas before Vittorio filled Myzraels thoughts sometimes, there was no one in V's ear, whispering their opinion on things. Which logically, would mean several things.
One, he was a different being altogether. But how was he connected to Myzrael?
Two, he was Vittorio. How else would Myzraels memories be transferred?
Three, he was both.
The being thought for a moment. The third option seemed the most relevant. Myzrael had passed. Perhaps he transferred the psyche of Vittorio into something..
Suddenly it hit him. He was a vessel. His intimate knowledge on how to manipulate darkness and the void.. He inhabited the body of a summon. Whilst not retaining Vittorios memories, he had Myzraels. His vision, of the outer world, had something to do with the Void; the dimension Myzrael channeled dark energy from. Being quasi-present, he could look through the portals with his minds eye and percieve objects better than any normal eyes could.
He raised his hands. Concentrating, he willed water to pour forth. Nothing happened. It seems his forte wasnt elemental manipulation any further. Darkness seemed to bend at his will though. He rose into the air. He could still fly, apparently.
He wondered if Myzrael wished to really save Vittorio, or if he just wished to be rid of the darkness, to be consumed in the light.
No feelings crossed over the face of the being.
'I shall be known as.. V.' He smiled. Quite fitting.
V for Vittorio, for his former psyche. V for the Void, which he had control over.
V for Vengeance. For which he would exact, for the death of Myzrael.
The man stared at the gravestones. Humans put them up to commemorate their dead.
'What was left to commemorate the sacrifice of the angel'? He wondered.
The being wondered if what he was feeling was sadness. Emotions seemed to be alien to him; what or WHO he was before would recognize them immediately, seeing as his predisposition to being at the whim of his emotions before was his prime characteristic.
He was thinking of course of Vittorio, but Myzrael would also do.
He sat on the ground. How did he come to be? How is it he had all of the memories of Myzrael, yet did not have the emotional attachment the latter used to have for the residents of this city?
'WHO am I?'
He closed his eyes. He noticed that as he did so, he could still percieve the outside world clearly. Touching the covering on his eyes, he did not show any outward sign of surprise. His eyes were covered; how could he see? He was sure if he concentrated, everything would be explained. Silence filled the graveyard.
His head was silent. Whereas before Vittorio filled Myzraels thoughts sometimes, there was no one in V's ear, whispering their opinion on things. Which logically, would mean several things.
One, he was a different being altogether. But how was he connected to Myzrael?
Two, he was Vittorio. How else would Myzraels memories be transferred?
Three, he was both.
The being thought for a moment. The third option seemed the most relevant. Myzrael had passed. Perhaps he transferred the psyche of Vittorio into something..
Suddenly it hit him. He was a vessel. His intimate knowledge on how to manipulate darkness and the void.. He inhabited the body of a summon. Whilst not retaining Vittorios memories, he had Myzraels. His vision, of the outer world, had something to do with the Void; the dimension Myzrael channeled dark energy from. Being quasi-present, he could look through the portals with his minds eye and percieve objects better than any normal eyes could.
He raised his hands. Concentrating, he willed water to pour forth. Nothing happened. It seems his forte wasnt elemental manipulation any further. Darkness seemed to bend at his will though. He rose into the air. He could still fly, apparently.
He wondered if Myzrael wished to really save Vittorio, or if he just wished to be rid of the darkness, to be consumed in the light.
No feelings crossed over the face of the being.
'I shall be known as.. V.' He smiled. Quite fitting.
V for Vittorio, for his former psyche. V for the Void, which he had control over.
V for Vengeance. For which he would exact, for the death of Myzrael.