92 Funeral(2), Love, and The Future Fanatic
Alex POV
"We are all here to mourn the loss of a dear friend, brother, and uncle of ours. Gin Cinders. My brother. I wasn't there for him. I knew..... I always thought of him as family..... Mother's passing.... Brother's-" ????
"Mother....." Alex
I don't understand. I saw Gin yesterday? He seemed fine... Was it.... Acceptance? Was-?.... Was-???? Lies! He is not dead! He is asleep.
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I am alone inside myself. Uncle Gin was the only one to glow into my own world. Mother would never understand. Father would never understand. I. I will never really understand.
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He is asleep
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Many years have passed since that day. My world remained stiff and stale. A grey undertone of indifference over everything, masked by a smile, a laugh. Hollow. I hunger for the times of life. The times of color from my youth.
I brush my hands through my grey and ragged hair. My nieces and nephews have their own children now. Mother is gone. Father as well. My scars remain. My world has waned. I will not die. I'll go to sleep.
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???? A-??? Color? A pulsing red orb. Roots are twining off the bottom of it. Hunger. Even now. I hunger. For color. For life. For Love. For a truthful laugh, not corrupted by my own skin. For joy that is unaltered by my stagnant self. Perhaps this is my madness. A desire that will never be fulfilled outside of it. I grab it. I eat it. I feed on it. Then, I sleep.
The next thing I see is a cave. Filled with-? Spider corpses?
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Arachnomancer?
Summoning broodmothers? What's this all about?
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So you have the aspect of gluttony, huh? A name is..... How about..... Sillith?
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Aein POV-
M-mistress? She- she is crying? Why? We were working on forcing Envy into giving up the last page of the marriage form and then she suddenly broke into tears. She never cries.
"She-.... She did not die..... She feel asleep? She is asleep? Dreaming in me? Me? We. I. I didn't! I didn't give into my hunger. She never gave in! We never-!" Sillith
What? Mistress!
"Mistress!" Aein
She collapses and reverts back to her young form. She cries and releases a strange wave of grey energy that blocks me.
"Together!!! We were going to meet him together!!! Marry!!! Promise!!! Why did- no, we will? Is it? Or isn't it! Master...." Sillith
Her body starts to change. Her legs split into eight. Her belly turns into a spider thorax. Her head sprouts fangs and more eyes appear. Golden blood leaks out. Small? Mistress shrinks to a size smaller than a fingernail.
I've never seen anything like this. Why now? Is it because of the last page of the marriage form we were trying to acquire? I try to grab something out of her cries but, I am unable. The only thing I get is 'Master'.... Master?
Tessa POV-
Master. My Gin. Everything I do. Every thought. This is not mere infatuation. More than what those broodmothers can ever have. That despicable Kess..... How can she defile these feelings? This love. I want Gin. I want to be part of Gin.
I wish I could be more to him. Taking care of his home and greeting him as he returns fills me with a mind-numbing burrowing pleasure. I want more. I want him to want more. Together. Together?
I want him to be me. I want myself to be him. That is the pinnacle of my desire. To be one. I hunger for it. I hope he will. I will not be disappointed even if he doesn't. I will not project unrealistic views on him. My love is immeasurable. No one loves him more than me. Even these 'gods'. Sillith? Envy?.....
...My internal logic is saying that this is insane. A mad 'love' that has no rhyme or rhythm. Why would I listen to that though? Logic? Can the logic inside me evoke these feelings? Logic could never make me happy.... Am I greedy? Perhaps. This is my greed. My lust. My gluttony and pride. My only light. It must never go out. I need more. More territory. More TE. More. To bring everything under myself. Those gods, Sillith and Envy, they dare toy with Gin. This world, this reality that could make him unhappy, sick. It needs to go away.
For that goal. I need power. Something greater than what I have available. Even with Trillions of TE, I can't accomplish my goals. I need something that can manifest my desire.....
Sylphy POV-
"So. Hard Life? Fate?" Slyphy
My Crow is talking about our God. Nothing nice.
"Fate? Bah~. That's just a fancy and mysterious word for future. Back on topic, yeah, he will have to face some rather difficult scenarios. Things to do with continuation of consciousness, natural impulses, things that he has run from-." Crow
"Can we help?" Sylphy
"? No. If we try it will just make everything more knotted up. Plus, if we interrupt, we will probably die." Crow
"Mmmm. I don't want that." Sylphy
We watch as Gin speaks to Spider. It has been decided that a meeting between the three countries will happen. Some devices are going to be set up.
"It will solve nothing. All sides want war. The results of this war is predictable. Unless another Gin appears in the Union or The Black Iron Pyre. That won't happen though." Crow
"Jinx? Why say that?" Sylphy
"Just analyzing. My brain has improved by leaps and bounds now that I'm an elf. My lifespan is back to normal too." Crow
"Sorry...." Sylphy
I'm at fault. Before Gin converted my Crow, he was nearing his end. It was my fault. A penalty. He was an elf before. He betrayed that Crow God for me and lost most of his lifespan. Despite that he continued to worship. He took me as his wife later. Well, I took him as my husband would be a better way to put it.
"..... So?" Sylphy
"Hmmm? Ahh. Right. Future stuff. Well, I have some general ideas o how things will turn out but, If I told you that, what meaning would it have? The future is not so simple anyway. It may appear that it has a definite outcome or path, however, that is not so. The future has an almost infinite amount of outcomes...." Crow
He is going off on his rants again. I don't understand but, I love to see his passion for whatever it is he is talking about.
"Think of the future as a ridiculous number of paths that all overlap, diverge, and converge. On those paths are massive numbers of individuals. New individuals phase out of these individuals, some go out on different paths, some walk on the same paths but, at different speeds or their gait may be a bit different. To make it all more complicated, individuals may converge into others as their future paths are the exact same so, they have to take up the same spaces. While all of this goes on, some just dissapear, or die." Crow
"Huh. Interesting." Sylphy
I understood none of that. It would be a road of overlapping madness. So much that it would look like a stream. I think.
"So you can try to focus on a single individual among all of these clusters, however, a separate one may emerge making that 'single' turn into multiples. All of that exists for any person in this world. When you are dealing with 10 people for example, you are dealing with 10 of these almost infinite roads. That is all just an easier way of putting it too." Crow
"So with predicting events-" Sylphy
"Correct." Crow
What?
"Big events are usually easier to pick up since many copies of many people will disappear. Will that affect our current reality? Or will it affect several other hypothetical realitys? That has a big probability factor put into it." Crow
I was going to ask if it was straining.
Hmmm? I forgot about the meeting.....?
