This takes place before the [Angel of Death] entered Base 17. Emily's gaze was a mix of disbelief, confusion, and quiet curiosity. Standing before her were two entities that defied any human understanding, watching her with blank, indifferent expressions.
Emily couldn’t even begin to imagine what might be going on inside their minds—if they even had minds as she understood them. Still, as she kept her eyes locked on them, searching for any trace of intent or emotion, an unexpected question surfaced in her mind.
“You two... even knowing all this, you don’t seem as concerned about the [Angel of Death] as I thought you’d be”
She closely observed their reactions. The first—an entity with a shadowy appearance—stared at her with a puzzled look, as if trying to understand the meaning behind her words.
In contrast, the voice of the other entity echoed softly through the room, calm and composed: “It’s true that Nyara’s current state is unstable. To be honest, her birth was complete chaos... her very existence is a living contradiction. Still, I don’t believe that’s enough reason to be worried about my sister”
As she said this, the entity turned her gaze to Emily. In her golden eyes shimmered an enigmatic light, as if reflecting something beyond human comprehension. Her voice remained serene, yet carried deep meaning as she continued: “To be honest, all of us sisters carry some chaotic spark within. That’s how we were created. Even you humans would seem perfect in “Her” eyes. In the end, the only truly perfect being... is the Sister”
Emily took in the entity’s words, her thoughts instinctively trying to piece together who she meant. But to Emily, the answer seemed clear—it was obvious she was talking about the [Angel of Death].
She remained silent for a moment, reflecting on it as she stared into those glowing golden eyes that flickered mysteriously in the darkness. Then, holding her breath and with her thoughts still spinning, she gently parted her lips.
“What do you mean by that?” Emily asked, narrowing her eyes as she carefully watched the anomaly before her.
The entity just curled her lips into a playful smile, her golden eyes regaining their mysterious gleam. With a gentle motion, she raised a finger to her lips and whispered, almost teasingly: “Who knows?”
The air around her seemed to ripple and warp, as if the very fabric of reality was being reshaped by her presence. Everything around her shimmered and distorted, like a liquid mirror about to shatter.
Space stopped being space—it became an endless cascade of possibilities, collapsing and rebuilding in chaotic, unpredictable cycles. It felt like a fever dream spiraling into madness, where the laws of the world were nothing more than fragile suggestions subject to her will.
She reached out her hand, and the ground beneath my feet dissolved into liquid shards, becoming a trembling mirror that reflected distorted images—faces of me that never existed, wounds I never suffered, memories dissolving like morning mist.
I tried to move forward, but every step crashed into an invisible barrier, dense as glass and cold as the void. Space around me expanded and contracted all at once, crushing me while also pushing me away, as if reality itself were trying to reject my existence.
She wasn’t just attacking my body—she was tearing apart the very essence of what kept me alive. Suddenly, a shapeless, freezing emptiness swallowed everything around me. I felt my limbs unravel into ethereal smoke, as if my flesh and bones were nothing more than fragile illusions—mere concepts fading into nothing.
Then came the pain—sudden and brutal, like a surge of electricity setting my insides on fire. My skin cracked like thin glass on the verge of shattering.
It caught me completely off guard. The pain… it had been so long since I last felt it, I’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be truly injured. But I couldn’t say I missed it—it hurt, it hurt in an overwhelming, almost unbearable way. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve been dead—or at least unconscious—by now.
But my body refused to give in; it felt like a silent battle between destruction and healing. My regeneration worked almost simultaneously, like a flame trying to extinguish another, keeping me awake—trapped between agony and endurance.
Honestly, even I was surprised. The pain was intense, nearly unbearable—an agony tearing through every fiber of my being. But somehow, beneath it all, I could feel something deeper: the pain carried by the entity in front of me. It went beyond any physical torment—an emotional pain so devastating that mine felt insignificant in comparison.
It was as if my body was breaking apart, but my chest… my chest twisted with a cruelty no wound could ever cause. This pain gripped my heart with brutal force, hurting far more than all the injuries she had inflicted on me—combined.
When I finally managed to focus again, I saw her floating like an entity made of pure chaos. Her hair flowed through the air with a supernatural lightness, like strands of ethereal energy twisting beyond the limits of human sight, rewriting matter with every movement.
There was nothing human left in her; she felt like a primordial force, an ancient, untamable presence that bent and warped everything around her, as if the very universe bowed to her will.
(You’ll pay for what you did to me)
Her voice wasn’t just sound—it was a devouring whisper, an unstoppable stream of thoughts invading my mind without permission. Like an invisible force tearing through my reasoning, she engulfed me, unraveling my focus: (I can erase your past, dismantle your present, and replace your future with absolute void)
Before I could react, her hands moved through the air with the grace of someone sculpting an invisible shape. A deafening silence swallowed every sound—my voice died in my throat, and a strange chill ran down my spine. My thoughts tangled into chaos, like someone had cut the threads holding them together.
The words dissolved into static, chaotic noise inside my mind. Logic twisted, time lost its linearity, slowing down and speeding up at the same time, trapping me in a kind of mental limbo where everything felt both urgent and distant.
I tried to take a breath, but the air in front of me turned into a sticky, dense, viscous substance like honey, wrapping around me and slowly suffocating me, as if I were sinking into a thick fog. A fierce burning flared up from within, spreading through my entire being, burning with an almost unbearable intensity.
The feeling was like a desperate drowning, even though it made no sense—I had no lungs to breathe. My body faltered, knees buckling under the weight of a pain that seemed to tear something deep and invisible inside me. Every internal fragment seemed to slowly shatter as the anguish grew, overwhelming and crushing.
With a sudden swing of her arm, gravity lost all seriousness, becoming a cruel joke too harsh to bear. I was thrown upward as if I were nothing more than a toy in the hands of fate, crashing into an invisible wall made of oppressive silence and absolute emptiness.
The impact cracked my ribs with a dry violence, a snap that echoed inside me like the distant roar of thunder about to explode. My whole body tingled, and a warm liquid ran down invisible wounds, pulsing with diffuse and unsettling pain—like my own cells were being shattered, torn apart by the cruel inversion of nature’s laws, which now betrayed me.
Yet, despite all this, the physical pain remained manageable—my body regenerated at a frightening speed, healing well before the pain could truly harm me. In this regard, my abilities, my own body, my essence, ceased to be merely human; I was becoming a monster. A monster so strange and complex that even I, inhabiting this form, couldn’t fully understand it.
She floated closer, as if defying gravity, and the air around her turned into a vibrant mosaic of impossible colors—tones that seemed to dance and pulse, creating a reality where colors had their own sounds, and sounds, in turn, stained the space with unprecedented hues.
When her hand touched my chest, a shiver ran through my entire body, which trembled like a string stretched beyond its limit, about to snap, vibrating with energy as subtle as it was intense.
My skin cracked—not in blood, but into shining fragments that dissipated into the air like star dust, sparkling briefly before vanishing. Behind them, layers of energy pulsed intensely, vibrating at frequencies so pure they defied all human logic and comprehension.
It was as if my own body were opening into a profound silence, revealing an ethereal fissure where nothing should exist—a living void that seemed to devour the surrounding reality.
(Can you resist?) her voice was no longer a simple question; it had become a cosmic challenge, a wave reverberating beyond the boundaries of space and time: (Here, where reality bends and molds like clay in the hands of fate, where your body is just a house of cards about to collapse—I can tear it all down)
With a sudden gesture, she warped the space around me, tearing reality like paper, and threw me through a tunnel pulsing with inverted logic, where colors folded over themselves and the air felt liquid.
I fell into absolute void, a place where time unraveled in endless circles, and my pain echoed like an infinite reverberation against the invisible walls of that abyss. I tried to grasp something, anything, but gravity seemed to abandon me, leaving my body to drift aimlessly.
My bones, cold as crystal, seemed to crystallize and shatter in a cruel cycle of stabbing pain, as if torment itself were endless torment.
When I opened my eyes, I faced a distorted reflection of myself in a mirror made of restless, pulsing shadows—my wounds multiplied as if they sprouted from inside the flesh, while my features twisted in silent agony.
The image trembled, alive, almost tangible, with a dark intensity that transcended the mere illusion of a reflection. She stood before me, but her body seemed an ever-changing enigma, fragmenting and recombining into shapes that defied all logic.
At times, she became an ethereal flow of golden smoke, winding through the air as if alive; at others, she turned into a myriad of eyes opening and closing in a hypnotic rhythm, fixing me with a gaze that seemed to pierce my soul. Her smile appeared, faint and disturbing—not an ordinary smile, but a tear in reality, a gesture threatening to rip the limits of sanity.
(You feel the pain... you feel the void because you are disconnecting from what you used to call "reality") the voice said, echoing through all dimensions like a whisper resonating in the very essence of space.
Suddenly, the space between us filled with distorted figures—forms that seemed like living memories, monsters shaped by the intertwining of past and present, advancing like hungry predators ready to devour me.
Each one embodied a fragment of me that she mercilessly tore away, making me bleed not just in flesh, but in the very essence of who I was. I fell to my knees, body surrendered to exhaustion, bones creaking under an invisible, crushing weight, as if time itself bent over me.
(I will... erase you. And maybe then... maybe my memories will return...) her voice came out strained, hoarse, as if every word hurt. There was melancholy in her tone—a silent sorrow trembling at the core of each syllable.
I tried to gather the little energy I had left, but it was too late. She was already in front of me, her eyes shining like black holes, sucking away all hope around her.
With a subtle, almost elegant gesture, she shaped the space into a labyrinth of paradoxes—walls that dissolved at the touch, doors that always led back to the beginning, corridors folding onto themselves in impossible spirals.
Before I could react, my body was swallowed by that chaos. The feeling of being lost, shattered into a thousand versions of myself, began to consume me like a silent poison.