#flawed reflection

... has come to face their truth;

Being alone these past five years, the angel of shattered truth had grown accustomed to the ways of survival within the realm of mortals from hunting to building his own shelter. Born into a time of war; the gods' struggle for power had practically wiped out the existence of humanity yet with the hero, Pit, it had all come to an end. Now was a time of rebuilding as man kind had always done in this never ending circle of life.

"Almost done. Soon you'll be back in tip top shape in no time."

Musing to himself, the Flawed Reflection had take pride into his craftsman skills. Such battered hands were fixing the hand made fishing net he left in the stream for whatever eatable could be caught within it. However, the sound of leaves being crunched underneath someone's boot had interrupted his focus. Frowning in slight annoyance perhaps it was those humans again to do some trading or bug him for something such as getting their cat down from a tree, or whatever. 

Looking over his shoulder... The first thing to catch his eyes was the person's fine garments. The material looked different from most humans he had encountered in his hermit way of life.. it was silky, and properly stitched together. Remaining quite as burgundy eyes examined the noble man before him this veteran of war only turned back to working on his little arts and crafts project, finding the noble man a waste of his time.

"The next village is three miles ahead."

First strike; the sudden stare that made a being such as himself uneasy. At first there was an apathetic gaze returned- this flawed reflection had never truly understood those kind of odd emotions that humanoid creatures tend to produce. No, Dark Pit only had one kind of ‘love’ or thing in mind; battle. It was to improve himself, the individual being he strive to be without the overshadowing of the one with white wings. If he could beat him then…

This woman’s sudden stare, and that of a dark deity something almost closely related to Medusa.. It didn’t settle well with Dark Pit. Already the agitated aggression was building up within his being.

"DON’T. TOUCH. ME!"

Strike two; the sudden touch of his wings being caressed.. to be touched without any permission. Usually, there would have been a third strike to this kind of ordeal but Dark Pit wasn’t exactly in a merciful mood at all.. despite being a woman, the flawed reflection knew this girl wasn’t fragile at all. Unafraid to speak his mind, a quick swift motioning of his left leg is thrown at her as a warning shot, giving a gap between the two. Huffing out in irritation, those deep wine colored eyes glared at the woman’s advances even her proposal threw him off. He only gave a sneer, 

"…Slender man.. Clone? Viridi has a sibling… wha- You got me lost here. Look, I don’t do favors for anyone. Do I look like a charity here? Cheh, don’t know.. and don’t care."

[Listen to this while reading. :3 ]

Ever on and on I continue circling with nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing and suddenly I see that I can't break free--I'm slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity with nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony to tell me who I am, who I was. Uncertainty enveloping my mind till I can't break free, and...

Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real but it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel. So I'm tired of all the pain, of the misery inside and I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night. You can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to go but I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know if I make another move there'll be no more turning back because everything will change, and it all will fade to black...

Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night? Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light? Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay, or should I go? I've forgotten how to tell. Did I ever even know? Can I take another step? I've done everything I can. All the people that I see I will never understand. If I find a way to change, if I step into the light then I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to white...

atticus-vanus

... have come to face their truth...

In all honesty... You don't need to bare horns to be called the devil nor white wings to be known as an angel.. In fact, it was the lack of horns that summoned echoes of angels who won't return and the black on my wings that riled the anger of angels who won't return... and I didn't mind at all.

As a creature with no ruling master nor God to supervise his actions; a free soul roaming both sky and land but at the price of an abundant thirst for destruction and a crown of thorns known as Pride constricted his beating heart. The boy with appendages of tattered obedience and amenability acknowledge foreign forces had crossed over unto this world...

A stare and a lack of words was all he could do in their presence.

... For the most part...

“Nah, I just wanted to know how things have been going for you! Sheesh. ~ Can’t I ask an old friend? I mean, I know you’ve been keeping Vanitas in check and all. I guess .. I just wanted to see how /you’re/ doing, too. That’s all.”

Before there was even a reaction or a smart remark he could think of incoming round foreign objects had smashed against his face. This must have been a new torture method of hers, smothering him in round objects that were cutting off his air supply. Oh yes, the mother he would never acknowledge was pure evil.

EVIL.