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August Daily Writing Challenge Day 1 - Darkness

The Construct gazed out over the ragged landscape and the sweeping darkness of The Maw, fingertips idly tracing the delicate ridges of the soulkeeper crystal he had acquired nearly a year ago. One year was nothing but a speck of dust for one such as ‘C’, yet he had learned so much from this place and the inhabitants, explorers, and even the banished within.

It was here he was met with a Crossroads of sorts, and it was there he still stood with infinite pathways from which to choose - yet he found it difficult to stray from what had already been chosen for him. Chosen for him. Was the feeling of free will just a farce all along? Was he made to choose only this path or did he fully believe in the cause? He wasn’t so certain anymore and his recent conversations had only muddied his thoughts.

“Why do you obey and follow him so blindly?”  The feminine voice broke the comfortable silence.

“You are one to speak on having loyal subjects obey blindly.” It was meant to be a tease, yet was delivered more harshly than intended unbeknownst to himself. “This is the reason for my…being. It is my purpose”

“It is dangerous to confuse what you are made to do and what you choose to do. Perhaps you should look inside of yourself more closely and decide if this is your purpose, your life’s path, or someone else’s.”

Her words faded from his thoughts as he clutched the crystal tighter. It was a peculiar ‘acquaintanceship’ the two had formed, especially since his presence directly impeded her penance. Yet she never tried to stop him, at least not physically. 

Free will had often been the topic of their brief conversations. It had been weighing on his thoughts for a long time. After being a part of this world and walking among its people for nearly a decade now, The Construct had often found himself questioning everything that had been already present within his mind - and his Master wasn’t always there to remind him of their path. With their presence growing and ever-expanding, C was alone more often than not.

With a fervent expression, he made his way to the portal, through Oribos, and into the Arbiter’s chamber. Unfurling his grip from the soulkeeper crystal, he raised his hand in offering. “I present these souls for your judgement.” There was a wave of euphoria in his defiance, or perhaps over the anticipation of his inevitable chastening. It wouldn’t be the first time he had rebelled for attention. Anyways, he had already retrieved many a soul for Gaebral, perhaps it would provoke a different feeling to do something unexpected.

Malachi 1:6 (NLT) - The LORD of Heaven’s Armies says to the priests: “A son honors his father, and a servant respects his master. If I am your Father and Master, where are the honor and respect I deserve? You have shown contempt for My name!

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Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 7 - Soul

“I wouldn’t go out there, Mister. Not without an escort, and uhhh, maybe some ‘proper’ attire.” The young soldier quipped towards The Construct with a half-amused, half-boggled expression. Seeing a man in The Maw donning a three-piece, glen plaid suit was not something one witnessed every day. No doubt they all thought him to be some eccentric noble. This wasn’t the first time he was given such a warning, nor would it be the last. Mortals: Always so assuming. They had more to worry about than he did, even in this ‘hidden’ location. Ve’nari’s Refuge was deemed safe enough and where the majority of the military and mercenary camps had been located, but that was of little interest to The Construct. He could be around mortals anytime he wished, but he had yet to explore a realm such as this one.

A realm that housed the most vile and irredeemable souls that the world had to offer, so naturally he found himself drawn here out of pure curiosity. What would one had to have done in their life to deserve this as their final resting place? Not that all the souls currently housed within the Maw were reprehensible. For years The Arbiter had been dormant, and every soul that had passed through since would end up here, and would continue to end up here until that issue was resolved. If it would be resolved. C didn’t care one way or another, it didn’t affect him. This simply presented another opportunity for exploration, knowledge, and a plethora of souls to deliver to his Master. 

He ignored the soldier’s warning and stepped out of the refuge to survey the fiery wasteland, wandering down a worn path to take in all the sights like a tourist on vacation. He had been promised ‘a hopeless maze of torment chambers and endless despair’, and thus far he was quite pleased. These Mawsworn were decent at their jobs when it came to the torture of souls in their capture, although many of their methods The Construct deemed rudimentary. He supposed with the multitudes of new victims constantly entering through the River of Souls that it was difficult to give each individual the special attention they deserved. Still, it was fascinating to watch the others work.

They didn’t seem to pay him any mind, in fact, at some point The Construct became convinced that both the Mawsworn and the souls were unable to see him at all. They never looked his way, even when he was within mere feet. Naturally, this presented more questions than he already had, and there seemed to be no way to get answers from any of the Maw’s inhabitants if he did not exist to them. Perhaps some form of natural defense system to keep him safe, or maybe it was Gaebral’s doing.

Or just maybe he himself did not possess a soul. 

It would explain why the Mawsworn had no reaction to his presence. Could the souls only sense other souls? Did the Mawsworn have souls? His brow furrowed in thought, mimicking an expression he had seen many a mortal do when they were in deep contemplation. All of Gaebral’s other ‘children’ seemed to possess a soul, it was like a source of energy that was needed to ensure the creation would not become a mindless ghoul. It was the reason The Construct’s resurrection of Daryia, Gaebral’s beloved companion, had failed so miserably: He raised her without a soul. But he was much younger then, and had since learned so much. So of course he had to have a soul, it was unreasonable to think otherwise; not that it would stop that thought from occasionally crossing his mind. Gaebral had never specifically told him of his origins or what he was, and The Construct was beginning to think that perhaps not even his Master knew the answers to those questions.

He would eventually find an explanation, but for now his new surroundings kept most of those restless thoughts at bay. He had a job to do. The small lantern-like device that had been dangling from his belt was removed, and within it placed an icy blue soulkeeper crystal that he had acquired from some ‘Maw Walker’. The nearly white light projected out in all directions, immediately absorbing any trapped souls that it touched. 

This was almost too easy. Gaebral will be so pleased.

Daily Writing Challenge Day 13 - Time

For someone that possessed an infinite amount of it, time had always been such an intriguing concept to The Construct. While he was still relatively new to this world in a physical sense, his mind was a wealth of knowledge and constantly expanding from his endless curiosity.  But time, this was one of those abstract thoughts that, beyond the definition provided in a dictionary, was perceived differently by everyone.

Do those that have significantly shorter life spans ever feel cheated to not have the chance to experience as much as other races?  Or perhaps it was a relief to be gone from this world sooner rather than later. They still attained similar stages and life goals as those who lived for centuries, or even millenia: birth, childhood, education, adulthood, work, love, family, old age, death. Was this how time was measured?  Or perhaps it was in the amount of wrinkles around one’s eyes, or watching children grow and thrive before they too repeat the life cycle.

Was time more prominent for those who expected to die sooner? To feel as if they had to rush through their life goals in order to be truly fulfilled; to waste less and strive harder? Oftentimes with age came wisdom, did they feel inferior to those who would easily outlive them?

Perhaps that was why The Construct had always felt an air of superiority exuding from his Master whilst in his company. In his eyes it was not arrogance, but absolute truth. While Gaebral’s physical form had been a part of this world only briefly, what was contained within was ancient.  Neither man nor woman, living nor dead, but an idea, and ideas were eternal.

Upon his entrance into this world, The Construct had been told that he had been created with a fragment of his Master.  A tether that had always existed, before this vessel and well after. He had always been here, and will forever remain even when all else has withered and decayed into nothingness. Even if he could not recall his existence prior to this time, he took comfort in the fact that he had always been a part of this infinite universe all along.

@ask-henry-yugi-tudor should have an idea how this happened (it’s your fault!XP) did this on sketch book pro and I’m totally inexperienced with this app but I’m still pleased with the outcome. (Video coming soon)

( @destiny-be-damned for some reason I can't get your muse outta my headXP ... even though it's the wrong hair style)

I’m too tired to add the puzzle (might not add it) so ya can either see him as Yami or YugiXP