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words were echoing through his ears

a voice that seemed so familiar but distant

the man was lying in the abyss, not understanding what had happened or what was going on.

He heard another voice echoing through his mind:

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It echoed through his mind. He didn't understand it; he didn't get what was happening.

???: What happened?

???: Where are my wings?

He was in the middle of the abyss, the nothingness. It was completely black, almost like everything had ended, almost like the entire cosmos was destroyed and being recreated.

After those words, there was silence. It was quiet; it was still dark. He was still lying down in the middle of nothingness—no noise, no color, no anything. It was just him.

The man yearned for light, yearned for color, yearned for noise, yearned for anything other than the black nothingness that he was sitting in.

Until something joined him in the abyss.

It was a clown.

It looked like it was a jester.

It didn't look like it had life;

it just looked like an empty husk.

???: What's happening here?

???: That looks like the jester that's in the entertainment room in the palace.

???: What was his name again? I can't remember.

The jester-like being had no color as well.

???: Is this hell?

No, it couldn't be. There was too much nothingness, too much silence, too much of nothing.

Then, suddenly,

he could see blood on his finger. It was bright red.

It was a small cut.

He didn't understand how it got there, but he finally saw color.

???: Red! There's color!

Then there was noise.

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From the jester that should be an empty husk, the person in the costume should be dead.

But noise was heard:

"Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me..."

???: Did you just say something?

"Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me..."

???: You did! I can't move.

"Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me..."

The red cut on his finger was still there.

"Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me..."

???: I can't. I'm sorry. Only if I could move out of this position...

"Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me..."

???: I know you're in pain. I can't hear it in your voice. I'm so sorry.

But the cries for help just got louder.

"HELP ME HELP HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME"

???: I'm sorry.

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???: I'M SORRY!

Then the cries for help stopped, and for a couple of minutes, there was silence again.

Then something else echoed:

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The person could only lie there in the abyss, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to think. Then, suddenly...

???: Sorry I took so long. This took a while; I was busy with some other things.

The man walked through and went through the abyss, then stood in front of the man who was lying there.

The man didn't care about the other details,

but there was one thing he knew he couldn't mistake anyone for:

the dark blue eyes that pierced the soul.

???: Cassius.

???: Son...

Cassius: Hello there, Dad.

The man could see his son holding some sort of book.

???: Help me.

Cassius: Say, Dad, what would happen if two souls shared the same body, but both souls were awake at the same time, like two people constantly trying to fight for the same body? What would happen?

???: What?

Cassius: See, I'm no expert in this, but I'm curious.

Cassius pointed to the empty husk of the jester with his metal arm.

Cassius: Do you even remember the name of the person you killed?

???: What?!

Cassius: What else would I expect from you, Dad? You murdered him because he failed tomake your precious guest laugh. He served you for over 70 years.

Cassius: But you threw him out like he was trash.

Cassius: He's dead. The thing you're hearing is his soul, so desperately clinging to his body.

???: Ah, I remember now. His name was Raymond.

Cassius: You remembered that because I told you his name just now.

???: What? Just help your dad out.

Cassius: You know what? I will. I'll give you color. I'll let you move. I'll let you see everything.

Cassius: But in exchange, you will help this poor soul out.

???: What?

All of a sudden, his fingers turned to blood, then his legs, arms, toes, ears, nose, eyes...

???: WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?

It was all bleeding out.

Cassius: You wanted to see color? Here it is.

???: STOP!!!!!!!!!

Then he completely turned into a pool of blood.

Cassius: You're going to fill this empty husk out.

The blood moved to the body of the jester. The pool of blood was around his body.

Then the pages of the book flipped.

Then the jester stood up.

???: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?

Inside the body of the jester, he kept hearing:

"Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me... Help me..."

???: SHUT UPPP!

Cassius: And your true colors show.

Cassius: You've always been quite a pretender, haven't you? Always pretending you want to help people, but never do. Always making people believe you're a good guy. In reality, you're worse than the race that you proclaim are evil sinners.

Cassius: You were a terrible husband.

Cassius: A terrible father.

Cassius: A terrible son.

Cassius: A terrible brother.

???: YOU BASTARD! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! FIX THIS NOW!!!!!!!!!

Cassius: Well, now you go entertain the world and tell me how easy it is.

???: THAT'S IT! I'M GOING TO...

Cassius pointed his finger at him.

The thing was gone from the abyss.

Cassius then pointed his finger towards us.

Cassius: End.

Chapter 33 End