Author's corner: I started a new fiction called Oraculus Twinmage. My point is, i don't know if this will affect too much my activity on Deathstars, but i think not (i've been releasing one chapter a day at the start but that was because i was pumped).
My creativity is limited in a way that i have to put reasonable time and effort just to write those ~800-900 words, and there are times when i feel stuck and don't really know how should i proceed (don't get me wrong, i take into account all that's happening on the story, but the events are more work for the future than it is right now). I decided to publish another fiction to try and help with that - if i'm stuck with Deathstars i may have some work with Oraculus and writing one may help with the other.
I'm also thinking on changing the font to arial and i'll do so if i see there's no opposition to the idea.
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Before Saturn could do anything, Venus morphed into an odd black body covered in a heavy robe. Her frame became taller, her motions stiffened and her globe changed into a mask, a faceless enigma whose surface looked like plasma. She grew a long ebony hair that swayed backwards as if pulling her back. Most notably, all of her members recovered instantly as she wielded a heavy blade identical to that of Saturn.
She held no light, no brilliance. One could say she turned into a black hole.
“Why have you done this, Saturn? Why have you abandoned me?” she asked in an unusual voice, a rough, demoniacal one.
Saturn couldn’t hear anything she was saying, he was a savage beast who attacked anything his eyes were met with. As the two swords clashed violently, Saturn got slowly drained by his current awakened state, but it wasn’t only that – Venus was steadily sapping his energies at each bout.
With every spark raised in the heat of battle her figure grew taller and mightier, oppressing Saturn’s, who would instead diminish and weaken until it reached a critical state.
“I suffered so much... But you didn’t do anything. No… You never listen to me, you never listen…” she cunningly whispered as the last trade made cracks to his weapon, sending him flying.
“Look… This is what i’ve become. Don’t stare at the other side… Look! This is what you’ve made me into!” the next attack widened the crack and stopped the blade’s dents from moving. Saturn’s furious spark started flashing as his movements slowed down.
“And this is how you’ll end up…” Venus stood with her sword held high, prepared to execute him, but didn’t need to swing it down a single inch.
Completely out of energy, Saturn’s body ported out of the Shadow World. His glow turned into a faint white light, his hair of a pale yellow. A tiny cut could be seen on his otherwise perfect mask and his twin swords lay shattered on the ground.
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Seeing his feeble figure, Venus immediately retorted back to her usual state and a short moment of silence ruled the air. Afterwards she looked at her destroyed arms and tried to open her case. She needed to force it with her wrists cut.
The pain was dreadful.
“Fuck… Fuck! That motherfucker… Argh! Goddamn it!” she breathed heavily as the case was finally open. Throwing a last begrudging look at the pitiful star, she crawled into the open space, disappearing completely.
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Mercury slowly lifted her head to measure the bleached tree’s length. It grew compared to the last time, although it didn’t mean anything for her, really.
The top branch was so high up that it pierced the clouds. Sitting on it, Uranus was gazing at the sky without a care in the world, as if he was entranced by the wallowing darkness of the space. His form was changed, with a taller frame and short hair that exposed his milky white skin on a simple faint pink tunic that resembled a sick man’s clothes. All in all, he seemed like a problematic youngster that didn’t want to abandon childhood.
The mask, on a closer look, was pretty unique and completely different from what she has seen by then. The design didn’t appear foreign to her, but she made an effort to dismiss it as just a coincidence.
She had no clues on Uranus. He never spoke a single sentence in front of the others, which was reasonable considering they weren’t friends. That single thought sparked an interest on the subject. They were neither foes nor allies, just stars who came to acknowledge the existence of one another, whatever that meant for them.
“… Are the answers to all of our questions really waiting for us at the end?”
“Sister, if i may tell you something… There are infinite numbers between zero and one, but… None of them will be two!”
“Heh, ain’t that a sad silly thing you said just now”.
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The black hole was furious. Not only was the teleportation device not ready, he didn’t hold any clue as to what was happening there. No, he actually had a basic idea, but he didn’t want to imagine that he was stuck on that stupid conference room while his citizens were being slaughtered for free.
“Are you done?” he angrily asked.
“Not yet. We’ll need more time to prepare it, else there’s the risk of the device breaking” answered one of the auxiliary.
Hearing the reply, the black hole felt rage build up from deep inside him. For a mere device to be worth more than the lives of thousands of people, it was disgraceful to think like that. He couldn’t control himself anymore. Lifting his arm, he rushed his hand to grab the meteor’s face, lifting his body in the air and playing him like a puppet.
The meteor got swallowed whole and none tried to stop it from happening.
“If we don’t go there right now, it will be too late for anything to happen. You there, set this thing to Kalima right now. I’m going”.