I stand alone, in my Perfection Complex.
I had done it. I had seized SIVA for myself, but at what cost? To what end will my madness take me?
Paledon is dead.
Karbil is dead.
Pathernax fled.
I am alive, right here, swimming in my prize.
My thinking is clear now in ways it never was before. My mind has changed ever since I gave SIVA a directive to enhance my capabilities, my combat methods, and even physique. I feel stronger. Like I could take over the entire Cosmodrome. And yet…it is not my mind, but another consciousness that is different from my own, as if my mind was consumed and I am nothing but a mere machine now—alluded with a directive I must carry out.
I feel there is a choice to be made and yet I have no choices in mind. The …show more content…
Paledon is gone because of me. My one true love, the one who trusted in me to do good.
Was it really worth it? A seize of power to ~consume, enhance, and replicate? Was Paledon’s life less valuable to me then this? And what do I have to show by it? Potential godhood that I may rise up and turn against those who I fought with and …show more content…
My Ghost is he…consumed too. Albeit alive, just different. Robust.
Even now as I tell my story…I am more along the line of stream of consciousness.
I am not myself but rather something else.
I never once thought a power so awesome could be possible. Now I know why the Fallen were using SIVA, why Aksis fought like hell to keep this place.
I know of SIVA’s flaws. What to correct. So challengers are always defeated. Must always be perfect.
Directive! Directive! Directive!
I settle down.
I situate myself on the threshold Aksis once took and made it my own.
I had SIVA create a mantle, a throne for me to occupy as I poltted what to do with my new fortune.
But, even though I am of another consciousness, I channelled my focus and thought about Paledon and what I had done to him. Blinding him into believing that I wanted to good by wiping out SIVA, but, in the end, really wanted it for myself. His death
I had done it. I had seized SIVA for myself, but at what cost? To what end will my madness take me?
Paledon is dead.
Karbil is dead.
Pathernax fled.
I am alive, right here, swimming in my prize.
My thinking is clear now in ways it never was before. My mind has changed ever since I gave SIVA a directive to enhance my capabilities, my combat methods, and even physique. I feel stronger. Like I could take over the entire Cosmodrome. And yet…it is not my mind, but another consciousness that is different from my own, as if my mind was consumed and I am nothing but a mere machine now—alluded with a directive I must carry out.
I feel there is a choice to be made and yet I have no choices in mind. The …show more content…
Paledon is gone because of me. My one true love, the one who trusted in me to do good.
Was it really worth it? A seize of power to ~consume, enhance, and replicate? Was Paledon’s life less valuable to me then this? And what do I have to show by it? Potential godhood that I may rise up and turn against those who I fought with and …show more content…
My Ghost is he…consumed too. Albeit alive, just different. Robust.
Even now as I tell my story…I am more along the line of stream of consciousness.
I am not myself but rather something else.
I never once thought a power so awesome could be possible. Now I know why the Fallen were using SIVA, why Aksis fought like hell to keep this place.
I know of SIVA’s flaws. What to correct. So challengers are always defeated. Must always be perfect.
Directive! Directive! Directive!
I settle down.
I situate myself on the threshold Aksis once took and made it my own.
I had SIVA create a mantle, a throne for me to occupy as I poltted what to do with my new fortune.
But, even though I am of another consciousness, I channelled my focus and thought about Paledon and what I had done to him. Blinding him into believing that I wanted to good by wiping out SIVA, but, in the end, really wanted it for myself. His death