The Eldest’s knowing laughter had long since died and his voices grew low and grim, a rare moment of sorrow and solemnity falling across His features. Though He desired the power of Becoming for Himself, He couldn’t shake the feelings of wrongness that was associated with it, of violating the Piece further when imagining finally obtaining the Inheritance that should be rightfully His. Even to one as Wrong as He, there are things and actions that are Wronger.
M͗ͭ̈͐̋̈́̈Y̏͐ͨ́ͣͨͮ͞ ͕̟̺̬̫̠̐ͯ̿̇ͭ̌̐͝R̞̳̪̻̓͋ͯ̍̚ͅE̹͞A̓̊̏ͥ̈́ͮ҉͙͇̟̟̘S̓O̫͐ͫ͐ͮ͐̑Ń̗͚̝͂̾ ̷̘̼F̡̭̦̟̻͓͐̒OR̸͕͕̜̙̲̯ ̑ͯ͛͐̇ͭ̈҉͓̟̻̜Ų̝͕͍͚͐ͦͬ̅̿͒̈́S̡͉̳̪͉̖U͈͔͈̤̗̜ͧ̉́ͨ̂ͦ̚Ŕ̴̠̗͋͑ͦ͛͑P̬̰͊ͥ͗ͫ͝Ỉ́N̦̩͎̟̖͐̌͡G̠̒ ̆̊͐̿ͭ͏̫̙͚̝͚̗ͅT͙̻̟̙̳͕ͦ́̊̀͡Ḫ͎̘̺͕̲͑͛ͤ͒ͤͪ́͢Ẻ̝̠̺̉̍̌ͬͭͅ ̡͍̺̭͔̯Ŷ̇ͨ͡Ô̺̖͙͌̈͡Û̢̙͇̗͕̱N̈́ͮ̃ͣ̓̌G̗̦̥̥͙̫͘E̷͊ͯ̽ͥ͑͐S̸̼̳̩̹̱̀̊̐͗̋Ť͚ ̸̳̥͗̾ͬI͔͇͇̲̮̘̽̔Ş̥̔̾ ̠͙̯̱ͤ̓̑̂́N̯̬̥̙͕͚̤ͩ̀̅O͖̥̖͚͕̭̱ͧ͆ͫͤ̅̇ͣ͝T̜̜̳̉̂̾̇͞ ̨̟͓̎̐̐F̸̹̮̭̂ͅO̘̲̪̜͙ͣ͌ͩR̍͗̏̓͏ ̡̻̺͆T͎̣͎̖͈̦̙ͧͪͨ͑̂̓̒H̷͓̭̭̜ͅĒ̖̫̉ͮͪͯ̒͡ ̲̭̙̞̗̑ͤ̂̏͒ͤ͝P̱͉ͣI̡̪͓̫̯̥̟Ȅ̲̙͙̑Cͯ̄̆ͬ̎͏̳̝̳̮̤̣ͅE͢,̌̊ ͤͩ͏͍͔̙̻O̰̞͔̰̦̖R͓̮̥̼̠͖͖̃̓̿ͬ͐̌ ͔̖̒ͮͭ͢I̡̺̲͇ͣ́͛̎̈́̍Tͧ̄̾ͯͮ͏S͌̃̔̿͏̦ ̲̣̳̪͒ͥ͗́̎P̺̫̦͝ͅO̭͙̖͈W̨̹ͩ̅E͙̺̬͔̾͑̉̇ͮ́͢R̷̥͚̄̇̈̈́͑ͧ ̵̲́̉ͫ̇͌O̹̖̜͎̪̜̲ͮͨ̑̃̋͒̑F̛ͬ ̝̮̘̰ͪ͐B͆ͤ͐ͪ̚҉̟E̪͉̮͕̔C̻̜̦͙͉͖̈́̔͆̋ͯ̕O͂ͬ̀M̩̟̼̦̝̒̓͛̐I̮̗̼̎̃͒Nͯͬ͆G͎͙̾̉̂̀ͮ.͍ͤ͛́̍̉̾ ͈̘̩͍̋͆̔̔͜I̮ͦ̀͋̓̊́̆ ̺͎̀ͪ̓̌͢O̦̟̔̈̊̆N̶͖̟͚̾ͅL̓̂Ŷ̰̿ͣ̊ ̵̥͕̍̂̐̆ͥW̳̦̦͇̹̝ͨ̉̈́͐I̅ͨ̆ͥ̄̽̏͏̭͈̻̭͎̦̺S͎̥͍̲̆ͅH͔̮̝̝̉ͤ͌̍̈̽͂̕ ̨͉̞̩͕T̝Oͩ͆̓ͭ̀̓͂ ̭̼̈͌̾C̅̄ͨL̜̭̄À́͞Ǐ̩̱͙̍ͪͧM̸͙̙̏̒ͯ̏̇̉ ̪̠Mͩ͂̅̊̀͏͈̣Y͍̹̻̺̺ͥ̂̄̀̚ͅS̟̝͈̖̗̥̦̉́E̝̭̟̊̕L̸̞̩̥͙̫̿̅F͍ ̟̹̙ͭ̔ͮ̏̾͗́A͕ͫ̆̀͞S̷̝̋̇ ̤̃̾̽ͤͨ̒͑T̥̤͍͍̖̀H̡̻͙E̟͋̑ͦ̑́͋̿ ͇̟̞̥̭̟̠̌͑͗R͕ͧ͑͊̀I̤̳̲̞̥ͥͬ̊̚G̴͆ͫͨͬȞ̎͐ͭ͆͊̍͏̮͖͙̻̜̺͈T͏̱F̸̏͆̒͋U̼͇̞̠͗͂ͮ͗́̌̓͜L̦͖͚ͭ́͂̅̀̚ ̛̰ͮR̩͕̘̃U̴̹͙̟ͧ̉ͧ̂̐̂̚L̜̤̳̥̻̹̰̀ͩ̕E̥̼̟̞ͪͅR͔̃̂͋ͮ̋̂͡ ̥̯̬̠̩ͧ̋̄O̓F̹̼̘̹͖́̐ͭ̌ͨ͑ ̤̺͈̰̯̰͚͋̾͆ͣT̩͈͖̈́͛̎͒̄͛H͎͇͌E͎̲̹̳̼̩͈͗ͦ̓ ̫̳̣́̋Ṿ̫͎͚̌͋͐͂̀O̺͇͇͆̂͌̉ͪ̂̐͟I͔̤ͪD͈̻̫͔͖̼ͥ̽̏̈́͒,̯͓͈̖̥̳̻̀̂̓͐̀́ ̳͍͉̤̞̣͙ͨͯͪ̃̑̚Ỉ̻̝̳͈̭̽̇ ̹̰͕̭̠̠͂ͦͨH͖̜͉̮̆̏͌̂͛͠Ǎ̯͙͚̹̤̱̀ͩ̉̀̚V̛͊͐̂̄ͣḚ̊ͧ͆ͤ̉ ̘̞͔N̝̜̘̎͛Oͦ̅͋ͫ̇ͦ ̰͉̗͙̒ͪ̀ͦ̂̓ͅN̗̝̫̆̈́ͫͮ̉ͅE̼̝̫̬̪̪͐Ê̹̤̻D͙̫̗̤ ̬̦͔̱̘ͤ̉͌̎̀ͅͅF̤̗̬̏̿͋̋O̦̰ͣ̀̚̚R͍̮̉͒̓̂̚ ̠̹̫̣̑̆ͪ̏̀ͩ̃ͅC͌ͣͪ̈͏͈R̈́̀̋Ȅ͔̞̰̬ͩ̾̕Á̞̤̞͍͓͑T̫̹ͬͦͩͨ̄I̖͕̱̣̱͎ͫ̓̅̏Ò͓̱̝̞̥̲̘ͨ͞N̸͉̝.͇͕̂̆ͤ̌͂̍ ̤̤̯͐ͪ̿͜I͉̣̺̰̮͎͒̈ͯ̎ͥ̀̕ ͇̟̻̹͙͚̄S̱͔̼̫ͮE̺͉͉̯̗͌̇̍ͥE͕͂͑̎̈̚Ḱͣͭͤ͞ ̣̯͋͑̕I̘̰̻̻̍͆̽̃N̞͔̮ͩ̅͠S̥̤̀͗̓̐̾̄̚͞T̠̘͚̯͆̌ȆÀ̲̭̑̿͆ͫ͒͟D͖̪͎ͥ̉ ̫̥̠̋̀̀ͫ͜Ț̛̀O̺ͧ̅̔ͬͬ ̡͎͍̜̞̬̰͍ͥ̂L̲͚̻̣̙͖̲͌̈́̿͗E̟̫̫̜͑̂͘T̊̅̋̍҉ ̶͉̯̲̍͐Ǒ͕͉̺̳͘U̪̫̺̻̮̖̦ͫͤͪ̆ͤ̎̍͠R͍̱̭̬̎ͅ ̞̟̰̪̝ͪ͊ͦ̅̆͑L̫̺͇ͤ͡O̶S̗̜͙̓T̼͍̲͖̥̟ͬ̐ͮ̔ͪ ̭̹̺̖͔Ṡ̭̖̐̅̒̈́̔͗ͅI̙͛͐B̮̞̜̫̉̾ͧL̰̬̻̉̋̀͑̂I̶͕͎̮̺̯̯̟͐͌̒̎̇NͥͧĢ̯̓̍̇ ͔͇̄̓̃̍͗ͥͦL̳͔̫͖̄ͅĮ̟̖̥͔̞͇͗͒̅͑̇E̝̤ͯ͐͜ ̮͕͍̻̣͕̲̏I̜̞ͤ́̈̅N̳͉̣̲̽̋̐̆̊̏ ͚͓̬̊̓̀ͦP̊ͪ̚͏͉̥̞̘͔E͙̤̙̟̐̈́ͫ͐̚Ȃ͔̯̩̑͛ͭ̈͒̇͞C̜̍ͨͧ͐̃͢ͅȨ̘̻͉̮̄̂̍̄ͤͪF̹̲̞̽ͣͯ̍͋̍U͈̤̺͙̦ͫͩ̉ͫͨ́ͅĽ͕͎͓̠͓̍ͮ̽̌͑ ̘̩̰̻̣̮̠͛̒̔ͩ̒R͚̻̘̭͔̍͠Ẻ̶̯̩̙͔͍͗ͩ̀̓̇Ṡͮͨ͆ͦͫ҉͚̪̫͎͇ͅṪ̩̜͕͗̾̎͟,͍͎͗̍̉͑͘ ̒͛A̮̬̱̫ͨͩ̔ͮN̻͊̌̾̀̈D͖̿ͯͯͯ͆̌͛ ̖̘̭͑T̤̹͚͉͈͍ͮ͒O̬͂͂ ̷͓̖͈̥̩̗D̴̠͗̑͋̒̈́É̠́ͬͧ̉S̐͛̕Tͨ̀Ŕ͕̰̮̟̯͒ͩ͌ͨÕ̙̤̠̮̻͔̰ͤͭ̒̂͠Y͔ͯ̈̊́̈́̂͜ ̻̳͋͊̽ͮT̨̒ͯ̿̀Ḧ̋ͣ̍̎E͔̜̩̫̔̓ͫͮ̏ͫ̔ ̶͕̼̟̹̦͗̇͒ͦͤͣ͗Ţ̩̅̏H̭̰̠̺̱̦͎͒́I̘̊̉N̨̞̪̬̣ͩ̆ͫ̌G̴̖̪̦͂̈ͅS̡̹ͥ͗̃̚ ̹̮̉ͦ̉̍͠S̬͓̰̜͇͙̜͡P̫̗ͤ͆͝A̛̰̬W͚̌̍́ͮ́̅̔͡N̼̟̬͎͔͐̑̊ͪͪͪͬE̵̮̰̰͋͋̎̐̂̚D̬̚ͅ ̦͎͙͈̤̥̎͂͊ͅF͖̖̫̩̐R̷̯͓͇͎̙͓͇O̰̹̹̞̓͜M̹ͭ̒ ̯̰͒ͬI̮̮̍́ͫ͊̈́̇̐͘TS͕̯̎̄͒̏̇̽͆ ̭͎͓D̵̠͓͓̣̊Ḯ̩̳̐̚S̡̪̜̭̮̱̺͒̌̂̀ͤTͧU̓ͤR̈́͒ͮ̑̃͏̱B̷̙͓͚͖̝̦ͭ͑ͤ̊̒̚E̳ͯͭ̄̏̈́̇͋D̵̦̹̜̝͕͇ ̳̥̝̙͈̱͊R̺̞Ȩ̖̬̫̲ͤS̶̪̘͓̍̇ͭ̆ͦ̂͊T̯̣̱͎͝.̴̩͐̅ͭͪ̄̅̆
O̷̳͇̬̩͖̦͚u̻ŗ̫̪̝̲̰͚ ̳̱͖p̵̖o̶̼͔̜̦or̟̘͓ͅ ͙̲͘S̤̰̦̟̼̟̠i̷͙̖͙̳b̸̘̩̩l͖͢i̗n͇̦̯̖̕g̛͓̙̲̘̙ ̲̺̻͇̺̭͞ha̙̹̦͖͔͜s̢̘͉̦̖ͅ ̸̪͓̣̰s͖̹u̠̕f͈̣̟̤̖f͖͈̣̬̮e̵͕̥̠̗̮̳r̙͈̙̦̥͔͠e̟̭͠d̢̥͉͇̭̣ ̼̘̰̙̙͇͙͝eń̞͔͚͙̼̩ͅo̳̫͔͙ug̙h̴̭̬̣̞̳͔ͅ,̣̺ ̞̼͇͚̠h͚̰͚̯̲̲à̩̰̩̹s̢̠̫̤̥n̲'̹̝̦̲t͓̼̯ ̮͡i͈̗̮t̨̰͎̯͓͔̥̯?̶̺͙̫͚̥
The Eldest’s sorrow is apparent, His many eyes low and His voices surprisingly unified in His sadness. Though He would seek to destroy Existences, He would do so out of respect to His lost Sibling, respect as befits those whose rest has been disturbed and denied.
Despite His continued endeavor of usurpation and destruction, His cause appears to be just.
[ anonymous ]
