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stainedglassreflectionsThere was talk of exploring earlier - although paging back, it was quite a bit earlier. [ How time flies when you fall asleep for several hours the moment you get sleepy enough to have trouble keeping your eyes closed. ]
And while here is fascinating, I notice there is ... quite a variety of residents. Do any of your worlds have particularly weird histories, or legends? I can start it off, if you like.
... This is probably where I tell anyone who isn't used to violence to turn the page. I have noticed that there are a lot of worlds that are... much calmer than mine.
[ He waits a minute, to give time to everyone who doesn't want a violent legend to go away. ]
Once, there was a Hero. And eventually, despite his bitter resolve, the Black Hero, who tirelessly pitted himself against the world's corruption, buckled under the weight of his burden, and was subdued. He was sealed away far away, to the darkest regions of the south by the magic of the Goddesses who protected the world. But in that region, there was another monster living: The Lonesome Devil, forever isolated from the sympathy of his fellow creatures by a power too hideous to fathom, wandering through a life of solitude and regret.
"I would break this seal, but lack the power to do so." The Black Hero said to the Demon. "I throw myself at your mercy. Let me consume half of your body, let its strength release me."
The Devil smiled brightly. "Because you ask as one in dire need, I give of myself freely. I offer this body for the honor of your friendship, the first I've ever known."
Pledging half of his physical form to the Hero's release, the demon known as All Formulas rent itself into two distinct entities - The Weaver of All Formulas and the Solver of All Formulas. The Black Hero greedily devoured the Weaver at once, and consumed the inestimable power contained within.
Reinvigorated, the Hero ruthlessly ground away at the world until it was worn down to an irreducible core. And there, at the heart of things, despite his new found power, he drowned in despair, loneliness, pain, endless night, and the worst kind of hell.
"Help me, I beg of you." The Hero screams. "I would destroy this world to shed this agony. I implore someone, anyone, to assume this pain, this unyielding darkness in my stead."
"Then I give to you the remaining half of my body." The Demon tells him. "There is room enough here for night."
And so the Hero did. The Lonesome Demon didn't regret it much at all, because he had made a friend, even if for but a moment. Because he was able to live for his friend, even if for but a moment, and for that moment, he knew trust.
[ Sion pauses. ]
The legend goes on to call the Lonesome Demon a fool. What do you think?
[ Oddly, Sion fakes a voice for the Demon, for narration, but not for the Hero. ]
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