the star forger

my body is dead , but i'm still alive .

your words mean nothing , so take them back .

you're always on my mind , i can't help it .

my mind wants to control me .

i fear i won't live to see the day tomorrow .

there is no other choice .

i hate who i was before .

lay all your burdens to rest .

you're no good at acting , it's obvious what you're after .

i know how to make you go crazy .

you are the light , i've been searching for forever .

i never once was treated right .

you make me feel like i'm on drugs .

i'm feeling too scared to sleep .

i'll wreck you if you chase me .

i'm done , i'm done .

why do you always act so serious ?

i don't give a fuck , 'cos i'm so strong .

you're messing with my cycle , that's dangerous .

be the manic pixie dream girl you fucking ought to be .

i won't lick your wounds today .

don't treat me that way .

i won't be ashamed for loving you .

i never knew what it meant , to be content with you .

if you bite my hand again , i will never feed you .

it took me way too long to put this to bed .

every time you tell a lie , i'm praying that you choke .

i won't be mistreated .

it's all a game now , but once i'm in the world it's lost .

i know what's coming .

Aurelion Sol chuckled. This mortal had gusto, as advertised on his posters. A perfect reflection of the fighting pits.

"A god?" the dragon hummed, a tremble disrupted the flow of his cosmic mane. What a wretched, mortal title to be used for him. Then again, how could a simple creature such as the Boss know any better. To anyone aside the Targonians, his visage had inspired utter awe for eons to those beneath the skies.

"I suppose you are not entirely incorrect" a low grumble accompanied the statement, "though perhaps you could be more creative. As for understanding of wealth, it might take a... smaller perspective to enlighten me. After all, what are such trivial things to one who brought all of it into existence?"

The looming celestial figure lowered further from above, a large clawed finger poked the emblem on Sett's coat. He showed no care for the reaction, or the personal space of the vastaya. "The same matter that you now use to 'beat each other senseless' once nestled in my claws as star dust. Your world, your entirety, birthed from the residue of my great work. The air you breathe, the earth you walk on, all of it."

For a flash, a deep coldness took hold of Aurelion Sol's eyes. What a headache.

"And you have, in the endless creativity bestowed upon you, found its only use to be for fighting? For entertainment?"

"Listen, the creativity goes beyond that, people pay money to watch idiots fight. I'm just here to make sure fighters, and myself, get paid for entertainment like that. It's easy, I mean it's taxing, but it's easy when so many people are willingly dropping pouches of gold because they can't fathom a gambling addiction." His clawed finger comes up to rub the emblem on his coat, exhaling hot air on the gold to rub a small blemish off.

"Not to mention there's more than just fighting, there's a lot of vices people have that they're not willing to admit to - I just like capitalizing off of it. I'm pretty sure you're guilty of just doing things for fun regardless of who gets hurt in the long run."

He can probably count on his hand how many people would have the gall to oppose him with what he just said. While he respected that he also didn't think the god was very much above anyone else in this matter. Considering that it was here, manifested in the middle of his fighting arena to give him it's rather... strange speech. As if it were intrigued with what he had to say, regardless with how much it acted like it had no a speck of interest in his work. This guy wanted something. "So what's a god like you doing in this place if it's so terrible? I know you're not here for a little raincheck, sure as hell not here for fighting, and I'm assuming money and material wealth is beneath something that could literally manifest a universe with a single fart."

"You're right! I do like to entertain myself with trivial things like you mortals" he said, coiling around the air with a serpentine glee. "It's either that, or do nothing at all, unfortunately. It's why I'm here, after all. Entertaining myself with all your little mortal understandings. Why would money and material wealth play a role in my enjoyment?" The star dragon shifted to a halt, letting the moment breathe before speaking once more.

"So, if I have no interest in coin, fighting, or any such nonsense, why do you think that I am here? What would make someone such as yourself of interest to me? What makes you worth my time?" He held back finishing his own question. He would rather not compliment the man until it was deserved, but he hoped that Sett would at least catch the hint that it was his turn to promote his worth.