A Fractured Existence

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However his ears perk as the god speaks up once more, humming in thought before he awnsered.

“Well, the ruby works like a parasite. If it is to be used, the wielder would have to atleast sacrifice something of their consciousness to allow the ruby to speak to them. But for me. Since i was so young and.. very, very weak. The doctor thought the heros would steal the ruby too easily if i wielded it like a chaos emerald. So.. well. He worked tirelessly to surgically.. make room for the ruby. To ensure if it was separated from me, i would have to be killed. He knew how much sonics mercy wouldn’t let him kill someone, and abused that. According to the doctor, when i was a pup i was ‘chronically ill’, or something of the sort and needed the ruby to live. It was how he convinced me into it. So.. well, thats why, basically. If anyone else were to acquire the ruby, they would need to sacrifice their heart, or their mind, to wield it to its full potentials. Otherwise it might.. get alittle cranky.”

The jackal explained the best he could manage trying to remember details from his pup years, tilting his head side to side as he recalls certain things, the ruby brightly glowing in his chest in pulses as if agreeing with him. Sort of.

“I suppose it does. You have raised more questions, however.” He tilted his head.

“I was not aware that the Doctor was so… keen on taking in ill children?” he said, a question, uncertain he understood correctly. No, he had, and yet… “And repairing them? Why is it that you stand here today, alive and well, in such good condition as a result of his work? What did he get out of it?”

That should explain everything, right? Hopefully he cleared everything out about the ruby that he knew about. The doctor was better to ask for details but he explained what he knew the best he could, keeping his head down ofcourse.

Before him still was the jackal and a curious gem. The explanation of its abilities, what this Phantom Ruby could do, was very interesting. He couldn’t pinpoint what he thought this thing reminded him of, where inkling of remembrance he was feeling, but it wasn’t totally alien to him. It did, however, strike him as quite useless to him — he could shape reality as much or little as he liked by altering time.

The literal heart connection was surprising and strange. Sure, it worked to bond them, but why?

“That is a fitting name,” he said after a moment’s thought. Yes, Infinite, the one with the power to make an unlimited number of alterations to reality with relatively unlimited power. That was an apt name.

Though it emanated a power, the Ruby was ultimately useless to him. He could pry it out of this child’s chest, but there would be little point. And… well, a fight with someone who had those sorts of abilities in their hands did not sound pleasant. The jackal’s more prideful demeanor had not gone unnoticed.

"Ah. I believe only Deity and god have similar definitions, elemental is usually something different." Umbra starts off with, "Though stating you do not have any particular preference would have worked as an answer as well if you truly don't."

The ebony hedgehog paused as he heard the rest of it, an ear twitching. Right, if he didn't know about Chaos Drives, he likely didn't know about Gerald either. He took a slower, deeper breath as this would be a bit more of a sound bite than he normally was.

"...I was created, not born. G.U.N... the Guardian Units of Nations which are a military group... funded the project which led to my creation and also those of the chaos drives, which were made in conjunction with myself as they were a part of the project's process. Essentially, I'm an artificially created lifeform. An experiment."

"I'm considered the solution for those of whom the answer to their prayer is 'no'. I was created by Gerald to be the cure for all diseases and illnesses by making sure upon my creation that I was immune to them." Umbra began to explain the core idea of the project that had created him in incredibly rudimentary, bare bones skeletal details so that the base idea of what was meant to be accomplished would be understood.

"They utilized alien DNA... that which causes things like these wings that I have already explained regarding the Black Arms, and then Mobian hedgehog DNA in order to give me a form that resembles a mural on Angel Island, a floating island that is where the Echidnas lived and the Master Emerald is kept. As well as in order to make sure that I was stable for the level of raw chaos energy they put in my system through those drives, which enables me to utilize Chaos Energy the way I do." Umbra stated.

His voice tone is detached as he explained it, as it's not the first time that he's talked about it. He'd done so on the ARK when gathering the emeralds back then for the Eclipse Cannon. It's not difficult to talk about, at least, not in the level of detail that he is purposefully leaving out since Mephiles had not asked for an in-depth explanation. Even if there are a great many implications of just how Gerald and the other scientists who would have been helping the professor would have made sure that Shadow was actually immune to all diseases and illnesses. Not that he had ever gotten to the part where he was used as a cure. The ARK raid had seen to that.

The logic was… interesting. Create something immune to the problems you wanted to solve, then… what, study it to learn how and why it was immune? That was very curious to him. Only a less advanced mortal race would work in such a way, he decided, assuming that he understood correctly. And following that, he wondered just what sort of problems for the scientists that introducing alien DNA might have for their prospective cures.

“You were engineered to be perfect,” he said out loud with a thoughtful expression. Mephiles shook his head to himself a moment later, knowing the answer, but he had to ask.

“There is no need for me to have to forgive such an ethereal presence, i promise you that, High one. I have no need to ‘forgive’ a god. Just to obey and serve.” Like the mutt he was raised to be. A pet. A puppet. A mangy dog.

“That is…” He shook his head.

The ruby. Right.

Mephiles cleared his throat. “That gem does seem to be what drew me here.” A quick glance in the building’s direction and he added, “I cannot sense anything quite as interesting coming from the facility.”

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“Shit— i believe i just realized a critical error in my judgement and thought process- i apologize for being so harsh, High one. It hadn’t clicked to me i was speaking to a god yet— athousand times, i apologize.”

A very small sigh was released before he folded his wings up, wrapped them along his shoulders and approached the other properly. “An apt apology. Most do not ever realise the reality of their situation as you have. Now, on your feet—”

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Infinite huffed, this hog was odd. Not like anyone he’d met before. Ofcourse he knew the whole ‘stranger danger’ schtick but he was over being a scared little pup with a weak cry by now. Good thing, too. This hog was very odd. He could only imagine how different this would go if zero showed his face mentally.. ugh the thought of that made him sick. However his ears perked to the creature as he spoke to awnser his question, humming in minor confusion. Prison? Manifest himself?? What was he some fucking shadow creature? The jackals tail began to wag in a confused and intrigued manner, lifting up from the grass more to wave in the air more than in the grass.

“..huh. Thats.. quite an interesting backstory. So, what would that make you then. Some.. shadowy figure that steals someones appearance to make it your own? Well if that was the case i’m certain you’d have killed that stupid alien to not have a ‘doppleganger’ running around.. how intriguing. You’re certainly nothing normal. I’ll give you that. Father would love to study something like you..”

“… something like that.” He tilted his own head for a moment. “My Shadow is… not running about causing amok currently. Throughout history, my kind has many names, elementals, deities, gods — it depends when and where and who you ask. It is all the same. We are known for our grand powers and immortality all the same. Some shadowy figure is fine, too.” The last part was said with some amusement.