Born of the Plague

Raising a brow he was kinda shocked that she even asked about the price. Technically the price she would have to pay would be watching the world get engulfed in darkness. Which wasn’t too bad but these so called “Heroes” has an issue with that.

She asked did he have way to deal with the gods? Uh yeah it’s called stabbing them in the neck with his keyblade Soul Eater. Which is a weapon that does exactly what it’s name states.

“I have a plan but it’ll break the fabric of time.”

A smirk appeared on his face as the woman made her comment. That she doesn’t think he’s completely insane. If the woman only knew what happened to him when he gave in to the darkness that he was made out of.

“That’s the price once the gods are destroyed. Time itself will not exist. To do that I just have to engulf the world in ever lasting darkness.”

"Ha! You act as if the fabrics of time mean anything to someone like me." The last thing Evelynn should have expected was for him to know anything about her. But the mere thought of someone mentioning the time to her was far too amusing. For it was a corrupted God who cursed her with immortality, much like her father. A blessing to some, a curse to others. What she thought of it was... Unknown. It was a wave of mixed feelings depending on the day and what so happen to occur.

"Ah, so you seek out mass destruction among the people? What for? If you don't mind me asking. We all seek out vengeance for one reason or another." There was a long pause as she stood to walk away from him. The heels of her boots lightly clicking along the pavement. Her amber gaze sweeping out across the plains for a moment, "Who hurt you." It wasn't a question, more of a curious statement.

"There is not a single person out there who would have such thoughts without a great deal of pain bringing them to it." Evelynn's lips pressed together in thought.

      It had only occurred to her moments after speaking that perhaps asking her younger sibling such a thing was... useless. The two of them were cursed in separate ways, Amon, a short miserable existence. Herself, a long one, with the truth of what was to come and what had once been. It was her burden to carry and her knowledge remained with herself only. "Ah, you're right." A hand reached out, offering a gentle pat to his cheek as she forced her frown into a gentle smile.

She’s talking about getting rid of the gods. He wanted to answer with a snarky comment. ‘oh, look at you wanting to take on gods and shit.’ however that probably wouldn’t be a good response. The puppet has been around enough people to tell that.

Shaking his head as he thought about her reply. Hell he did plan on engulfing the world in darkness. Breaking the fabric of time completely. Just maybe it’s not as crazy it sounded.

“Taking on gods eh? It’s not as unrealistic as you think. I may have a way to solve your problem.”

He stated as he waved his hand to the side then placing it on his side. “But there’s a price.”

          It was humouring to think this man would listen to her ramblings, her grudge against entities who watched the world and those who inhabited it fall apart. She blinked at the sky one last time before lowering her gaze to look at him. There was the question of where had he come from, she had never seen someone like this within any of the ranks when commanding the army, nor had she seen him on the opposing end, so who was he and better yet, why listen to her?

          A scoff passed her lips, her head shaking, “You think you have a way of dealing with the Gods? And yet, here I stood thinking I was insane.” She bit into her lip a bit before staring off in the opposite direction. Would she regret that? Why was she always having so many doubts, “Not that I necessarily think you’re insane.”

     It wasn't like her to open up such touching subjects to a complete stranger but there was something about him that shrieked, he wasn't normal, he wasn't like the others she continually surrounded herself with. So when her words fell from her lips, only for him to respond she couldn't help but let out a cynical laugh. "I reckon that is one way to look at it, however, it's not a matter of those who wrong me, it's those who damaged something, or more so... someone."