"Sometimes you have to run, even before you have the chance to crawl. . ." A voice reverberated around the nearly empty room, a room filled with items as mysterious as the caller himself.
A man, not just any man, but a man with black hair darker than any black witnessed before, a man who was known by many legends throughout the ages of time was sat down on a chair made of sheer power, energy made from the divine, the nectar of Gods paled in comparison to whatever holy power he had used to make said throne of his.
"-no? Grand Marshal?" He continued, peering towards a similar looking man in an attire more serious looking than his own, atop his face was dressed the smile that captivated hearts of men and women alike, ever to be crushed in the sad reality bent illusion of Maya o' Rath.
"Indeed, your honor-" he remarked, twirling his fingers around a bit, circling the rim of the button placed right infront of himself and his body that seemed to be sculpted from beings further beyond from even the divines, entering a state of divinity that shouldn't even be theoretically plausible; yet here he was.
"-and you wish to keep him blind to the truth?"
He seemed a bit more hesitant on answering that, leading to a bit of conflicted interests between the two parties, neither of the two willing to back down from the ever growing eternal spiral of doom, their eyes interlocked as none of their associates felt the courage to break the tension.
"Yes. . . It would be in our best interest, for as you said it yourself, One must sometimes truly begin running before crawling is even possible"
He gesticulated a bit while pacing back and forth, a smirk now plastered on his face while the rest of the audience in the room stared at them both with indifference.
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"I แดกแดแดสแด ... สษชแดแด แดแด แดแดsแด, ษชา สแดแด แดแดส แดสสแดแดก ษชษด แดสแด าษชสsแด แดสแดแดแด, แดสแดแด แดสแดแดสส, แดกสแดแด แดแดส แดแดแดแดส แดกสแดษด ๐ง๐๐ผ ๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ผ๐น๐น๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ?
Wสแดแด สแดแดแดแดษดs แดกสแดษด สแดแด สแดแด แด แดแด าสส สแดาแดสแด แดแด แดษด สแดษดษดษชษดษข?
๐ษด ๐๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐น สษชแดs ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ, แดกแดษชแดษชษดษข แดแด สแด ๐๐ป๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฑ, แดษดแด แดกสษชสแด ษชแด แดแดแดษชแดษดแดสส แดกแดษชแดs าแดส ษชแด's ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐บ, ๐ช๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ It ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ"
A chill went down everyone's spine as an evergrowing presence illuminated the world, for he had just stood up.
The man on the throne slowly arose, as if challenging his 'subordinate' to a game, a game played with the lives of millions.
He smirked too, for both men thought alike, having been coetaneous entities from the existence before time itself they both locked into a seemingly powerful contest of wills, none of the backing of even slightly, for even the thought of such occuring was far more than just blasphemous.
"We'll see, game on!"
The man from the throne responded, smirking just like his subordinate, not yet finished he took a deep breath in, letting the immense pressure subside, eventually causing the tension to neatly disappear as if it never occured in the first place.
"Lแดแด Tสแดสแด Bแด ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐!"
The entire world flashed into a pure state, transforming from the plain oblivion like room from before to a blinding white in all four directions
He smirked, letting his subordinate yell out the next line
"Eษดแดแดษขส แดแด sสแดแดก สษชแด สษชs ๐ช๐ฎ๐!
As the light blared onwards,
His face seemed plastered with the smirk cruel and aloof, however-
"๐ง๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ!"
His eyes betrayed that thought entirely, as along came the hint of a kind smile atop his lips, as the chorus sang their praise, his eyes truthfully aware of his parallels,
the smile turned to a genuine one.