Capítulo 1: Mirrored Reflections - Chapter 1
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It was so warm.
It's so cold.
Everything is so bright.
It's all so dark.
I feel like I'm wrapped in a warm blanket.
It's like I'm covered in ice.
Is this heaven?
Is this hell?
How did I get here?
Where am I?
My body, I can't feel it.
Why can't I feel anything?
"FLAWS! THEY'RE ALL FLAWS", the sporadic tapping and thumbing of a leg resonates like the force of a tornado, flowing throughout two separate spaces.
Who are they?
Who's that?
Looking through the realm of absolute light a figure scratches their head, a set of four arms extending out, their body mostly slim and yet oddly big in both the thigh and upper torso region, flat like a male, yet proportioned like a female.
Looking through the realm devoid of color I notice a figure. Is that supposed to be god? Why is there yellow flame like hair coming out of their head? And the top of their skull looks similar to a crown, almost built into it.
Wriggling underneath the almost diving being a set of almost an abyssal like black set of markings wriggles like worms through ones skin, their sharp and flowing edges almost piercing and digging into the light attempting to eat it, these marks going unnoticed by the deity.
"Time after time, each man and woman who claimed to be some being of peace, some 'messiah', some speaker of god. Every last one of them fell to corruption, humans and their greed, the 'free will' I gave them only creates darkness, no matter the mortal each one fell to darkness at one point", the god seethed in anger, his belief of darkness being a problem blinding him of his own corruption.
"One last chance, one last time, if they fail this time then they never deserved free will in the first place, much less deserving of my care. Everything will cease if they fail, no afterlife, no heaven, no hell, and no god. There belief will bear no more meaning, their ideologies will corrode them, their evil will taint their hearts, and all they will know is oblivion".
Turning around their eyes pierce through a vessel, a being of light in a sea of darkness.
Are they staring at me? No, it's almost like-
Those eyes, they almost look like they're staring at me?
"You, you will be the one who will who bears no flaws, I will make you into a 'proper vessel', a last hope for the people, I don't care what the other gods think, what they say, they can't stop this, but first, I must cleanse you of your flaw, you cannot persist and prosper in a world like this", waving his hand a mirror appears, reflecting a world of complete light, on the other side an almost human shape, completely made of darkness, stares back at the two.
Who are they?
Who are you?
What does he mean by free will, is this being truly a god? Don't tell me they'd actually do something so insensible?
What are they doing, what 'vessel' what are they gonna do with me?
Raising their hand the god grabs the shoulder of being of light, the light attempting to pull away.
What are you doing, let go?
Their thoughts fell on deaf ears, the divine being walking up to the glass and placing their hand on it as it starts to crack.
What are they doing to them?
Attempting to pull away the being of light stretches their hand out, trying to grab the closet thing they could to help, in desperation, or maybe on instinct, they attempt to grab for the being dark.
"Again, once again even beings of light attempt to cling to darkness. Don't worry you'll be expunged of such things, a perfect human, one without flaw, a human of purity, one of evolution, one who can guide the people. You'll be the exact opposite of darkness a mirror it can't reflect."
The glass of the mirror shatters, the darkness and light entering a tug of war, both attempting to grab their respective halves held onto by their opposite.
Like magnetic push and pull the two beings are ripped from their worlds, one of light, one of dark, one holding a being of dark, the other light.
Attempting to grab one another the two human sized beings briefly touch hands, fragments of their opposite pulling off trailing with them as the mirror reforms, the god gone, both left to their worlds, unable to see anything.
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Piercing through the dark a set of white eyes like on in almost pain, regret, an almost sorrowful look as they can only recall their last memory, one before the heavenly light.
Softly the pattering rain slaps against the concrete as if trying to once again reach the skies, once again slumber in the clouds.
A soft ringing bounces off the rain and walls as the sound of a call being excepted is heard, the phone being brought up the young adult males ear, his auburn hair matted down.
"Yeah?"
Pressing the phone closer to his ear, the called id reading [(Fucker) Sarah].
"Hey don't be like that, can't your older sister talk want to hear her little brothers voice?"
"As much as I wanna believe you're calling me just to talk to me I can't, last time we spoke we-"
"I know, look, we both got heated is all. But we can both agree that we need to take care of Sam can't we?"
A moment passes, the young man stopping at a cross walk, "Talk".
"No need to be so withheld, it wasn't a month ago we were laughing and playing board games at moms", the almost reminiscing tone of voice causes him to sigh.
"A lot happens in a week, currently I'm annoyed at you so... Plus-"
"You don't know how I'm feeling about you, I know how you get. Look we all said some things, but right now Sam needs her big brother, I'm out at Brune's place at the minute and-"
"Again!" His voice almost comes out harsh, but definitely annoyed.
"Look-"
"NO, FUCK THAT, YOU CAN'T FUCKING CALL ME UP AND ASK FOR HELP WHEN YOU'RE AT FUCKING BRUNE'S. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE SAM IS?"
"Well-"
"GO FUCK YOURSELF", ending the call the male let's out a long groan, his face digging into his hands, his feet digging into the floor as he stomps throughout the city.
The puddles covering the streets like a ruined blanket, the water rippling as unstably as the force behind each step, each shaken breath, each pump of blood coursing through his hands like erratic beating drums.
'Every god damn time, how could she-... Never mind, I need- I really need a nap. Sarah she can- she... FUCK. Should I apologize she...'
A vibrating feeling takes his attention, a couple seconds later a second vibration happens.
[(Fucket) Sam: Hey just hesrd from Sar.]
[(Fucket) Sam: Heard*]
[(Fucket) Sam: I know how u feel about B]
[(Fucket) Sam: But I know u can tolrate B if needed so do it please]
[(Fucket) Sam: For Sar, her fight with dad is worse then you thikn]
A couple seconds pass, his light brown eyes reflecting the words.
[Than*]
[(Fucket) Sam:...]
[Fine]
[(Fucket) Sam:Thanks, it means a lot]
[What do u want]
[(Fucket) Sam:?]
[Food? Something to drink?]
[(Fucket) Sam: I'll be fine, food stamps just came in]
[Didn't ask if u had food, asked if you wanted me to get you some]
[(Fucket) Sam: A burger, two, one of them a WcChicken with pickles]
[with pickles? That's my order]
[(Fucket) Sam: I know]
Staring at the her final message a small smile cracks through. Another message appearing, one attempting to apologize
[Brune: Look fuckhe-]
But that message would never get read, a world of light encompassing his sight, the squelching of his skin, a death unknown, only one with regret. One almost reconciled for a minute, but things don't quickly pass, so neither would the emotions, the desire to apologize, to care for another.
Glancing up his eyes meet another, a set of black eyes through the cracked mirror, one in a world of light, as bright as the last things he saw.
Seeing the regret, the grief, the small light left behind those white, those being the only discernible definition in their body, the light can't help but try to reach them, this time unable to pierce through and reach them.
Their own confusion taking their mind.
---
A set of pitch black eyes are opened in the white void, It's memories ever-fading
Unable to recall how she has gotten here, the black eyes close themselves, trying to remember anything. Anything at all.
A harsh smack against darkness
No, not this one.
Shouting, just because she is not what they believed 'he' was.
Not this one either.
Time and time again, the darkness inside her grows, she was a child. Just a child.
When she should have been happy, she was subjected to sadness once more.
No! She shouldn't remember these things! Is there not ONE happy memory?!
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(They Are Faulty)
What the-?!
What are you saying?!
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(They Are Flawed)
G-Give them.. Another... Chance!
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(You Will Be Perfect)
N-No... Let... Me... Go!
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Staring through the two attempt to press their hands together, the two alone in their separate worlds.
But unlike what you'd expect, being left here for a long time, instead the cracks on the mirror starts breaking further, the glass reflecting worlds, thoughts, fiction, and yet all real.
Appearing behind the being of light a portal opens, pulling them in, forcing them into it against their will.
Slowly disappearing into the portal the figure of darkness pushes into the mirror, attempting to stop their fellow kindred soul.
The two having forgotten the words of the god, their mentions of humanities final try, a being of light sent to be a beacon of hope, but that god made a mistake, their faulty logic, their inability to understand that Darkness can only be if understood, that as long as light persist so will darkness.
Ever different and yet requiring one another, without light only darkness can be seen, but only ever understood with its antithesis.
Without light darkness has no purpose, without darkness there is no light, where ever light shines darkness always follow, it ALWAYS follows, and that was the one mistake of the god, there needs to be a balance, every action has a reaction.
The pane in the mirror completely shatters, the fiction, the false reflections taking the world of darkness as the light is sucked away, left to only the fractures that separates the two dimensions, the reflections of other universes flowing through the dark world.
Reflections? How can a mirror reflect without light, it makes no sense, no it can reflect, as long as darkness exist it will forever be with light or by itself, if it's by itself it'll look for that light.
Doing just that the mirror starts shaking, the glass shimmering like a kaleidoscope, despite no light existing it shines regardless, quickly breaking through and chasing the light it once reflected.
No darkness persist in the void as it enters the reflections, entering it's own illogical world, following the cracks that broke the mirror, that allowed dimensions to reflect, that allowed them to be separate and yet one.
The warm feeling that the light emits something that the darkness wanted to shadow behind, like an older sibling caring for a younger one, the two had their desire, and so they responded with each other, the light light was its goal, but that light was somewhere far far away.
The darkness uncaring for the damage it's doing through each reflection to find it's own light, but the others wouldn't rest, the other divine beings in their own realities protecting their own homes, but they couldn't kill this darkness. Realities can't have darkness ceasing, can't have it disappearing, requiring it to persist and continue, so it decided to help guide it towards its destination.
Though the worlds had already been damaged they found a way too fix itself, to correct the issues, but that's not what the darkness cares about, it only cares that it found its twin, its sibling, willing to do what it can to protect, the two reaching each other and finally once again existing together even if unstable.
[Notice: Duality System Obtained]
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God according Asi: "Depart From Me, For I Never Knew You." -God Towards Darkness When He Appears For A Millisecond
Asi A/N (Authors Note): We've Been At It For A Week Straight. Have Too Many Ideas. D̶a̶r̶k̶ I̶s̶ K̶e̶e̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ M̶e̶ I̶n̶ T̶h̶e̶ B̶a̶s̶e̶m̶e̶n̶t̶, H̶e̶l̶p̶
Dark A/N - Anyways disregarding that last part, hello! I'm DarkTheLibrarian, the one who wrote most of this specific chapter, Asi or AsiTheTrans wrote all of Light's backstory, which is in binary for those confused, just with glitched text.
This is an experimental project between the two of us, a book written by two people, each chapter we're gonna be switching who's writing, though for those who read our respective personal works than don't worry we'll still be writing our own stuff.
This was created by a random thought Asi had that spiraled, we're using this also to get better at writing, my more serious and grounded style and Asi's more aloof(?) style, her style reminds me of an anime style. Mixing the two, observing how each other rights, further increasing our experience, and learning to explain and correct each other.
I hope you will all enjoy our story as much as we are enjoying creating it, next chapter Asi will be taking the wheel, can't wait to see where this goes.
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