"Lay down thy pride.
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Slay your unnecessary desires.
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Remain calm in any situation.
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Remember who you are
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And that you can always get back up , no matter how steep the mountain is .
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Awareness.
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Hunger .
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Tranquility."
This was my prayer.
This was my creed
These were the laws that would allow me to achieve my goals ,distilled from the wisdom of hundreds of books and many real life experiences.
And so I didn't care about the ,,morality" of what I was doing.
The world wasn't black and white , and even if it was , I wouldn't give a single fuck.
In my vision , there were only desires , and the ripples they produced throughout all of existence as they clashed.
Why does the hero fight the villain?
Because they desire to stop ,,evil,,
Why does the villain fight the hero?
Because they desire something…which the hero considers evil.
There are many examples for how it's all a matter of perspective , as the villain's desires would help some , leading to the perspective of good and evil to be inverted in those individuals's opinion.
But the truth was…when the courtain comes down and the show is done , all desires are equally crushed by the hands of time.
All the good.
All the evil.
Erased and forgotten.
As one great man once said , ,,what's the difference between the strongest man in the world and a pile of dogshit in the gutter?
Without eternal life , they will both end up the same,,
Now , I didn't wish ,,only,, for eternal life , no…but that's a story for another time…
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Currently I watched Mr Fuckface's ugly head being unceremoniously cut off, by his brother/friend/lover , nonetheless (the sad look Fatty's face clued me in that they were close , but I didn't know how close exactly)
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I didn't feel much.
He was my worst tormentor…
He bullied and beat me…
He insulted me more times than I could count..
So I should want revenge , no?
For him to feel the pain he inflicted on my a hundred times over.
WRONG!
What are emotions but fleeting sensations? Just as ephemeral as the air we breathe.
Letting one's self be guided by them would be akin to letting yourself be guided by the wind towards your destination…unrealistic.
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So what if Mr Fuckface made my life a living hell?
If he was stronger than his brother I wouldn't have hesitated to make him into a pawn instead .
Because the game I played was based only on benefits.
All else was inconsequential.
And to win , I needed to gain everything I possibly could…
The primary objective was still to make a good show for Pennywise , unfortunately…
So I opened my mouth and….
"HAHAHAHAHA, GOOD JOB!" I bellowed , my voice echoing throughout the empty plains.
"But for your next performance…use a lot more… glitter.
We wouldn't want our audience to get bored.
That could prove to be… unpleasant…
"Now pass me the ball and let's play FETCH!"
As I looked at his horrified face, I couldn't help but sweatdrop inside my mind.
Dude , I am ,,literally,, an avatar of madness.
Of course I would force you to play fetch with your brother's fractured soul…
And so , we played .
Me throwing the soul and the Fatty bringing it back to me…It was good practice
After an hour or so of ,,fun,, I decided that any more would be detrimental.
Fat demon's mental state was getting worse , and Pennywise should be satisfied with this much
"You did well , Doggy! Now fetch me the other soul!"
"And. Don't. Forget. The . Gliiiiiitter! Hehehhehe"
Ah yes , glitter. The best metaphor for blood and gore , am I right ? *Sigh*
The fat demon didn't answer me. He just nodded. Hmm , he's getting dangerously close to the edge…What a weird guy.
Weren't demons supposed to be evil and ruthless?
Then why is this one so attached to his siblings? (Or at least I hope they are his siblings…)
Well whatever, we are getting close to the endgame.
I should start preparing…
I took the soul of Mr fuckface and started making a small igloo out of rocks.
After all this time of building stuff with rocks , I got quite good at it .
Unfortunately I was too weak to participate in the following fight, so I will bide my time…and find the perfect opportunity to strike.
As I entered my igloo, I heard the first signs of fighting.
But I didn't care about any of that…because I had a demon soul to absorb…
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This is much harder than I thought it would be…
The soul is surely suppressed and damaged but it's sheer energy baffles me.
It is more than a hundred times stronger than my own…
I severely underestimated the strength of these demons.
I thought that because I could shrug off the whip and Mr Fuckface's punches , the difference between our strength shouldn't be too large.
I was clearly misguided…They were pulling their punches.
But that's all right.
It was a possibility and I already had a plan if it proved to be true.
As I used soulshift on the demon soul , I imagined a javelin, and guided the overpowering energy to flow In a different patter than before .
Needless to say…the last remains of sentience in Mr Fuckface's soul didn't like that , and started pushing back.
But I was ready.
I trained every single day for this moment.
I fought , I bled , I sacrificed…
I would not accept defeat from a washed up demon whore , especially one that had only it's soul remaining.
The javelin took form , and started trembling.
I talked big for sure , but by altering the soul's form so drastically, especially against it's will , my construct lacked any stability.
I would be lucky if it didn't explode instantly when I released my hold on the raging soul energy.
It wasn't the best weapon, it wasn't even decent…
But it was exactly what I needed…
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As the fighting outside grew louder and louder , I peeked outside through the entrance of my igloo, just in time to see the Fat demon sheath his sword inside his brother's chest.
Oh Noo , Demon broooo!
Anyway…
I silently slithered outside of my igloo and got closer and closer to the two brothers.
As I reached a distance from which I considered It would be unlikely for me to miss, I threw my javelin .
I never thrown one before , but with me guiding It using soul manipulation, it hit it's mark without any problems.
"Akain…For all it's worth it , I'm so…." Whatever the Fatty was about to say would remain a mystery forever…because he now had a purple javelin going right through him…
"Wha…"
And then everything went white.
The soul javelin exploded , blowing everything surrounding it away.
Even my igloo , which was more than one hundred meters away was affected…
I was right as rain , though, given that I started running away even before the javelin reached its target.
Now… let's check the spoils of war…
I made a 180 and neared the newly formed crater.
Not a soul in sight…
The only thing that greeted me was a veritable wave of soul energy , emanating everywhere.
Hmm , so all their souls got destroyed in the blast…what a shame , but there was still a very nice black sword placed conveniently in the middle of a crater…A bit suspicious but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth.
But , it could be cursed….
Actually, you know what , I'll definitely look a gift horse in the mouth . No need to risk it.
Quit while your ahead or something…
As I got closer to the sword , I felt a weak soul wave ripple outwards from the sword towards… everything , really.
If I understood correctly , the sword was…looking for a new job?
The message it was broadcasting sounded kind of like this :
"ABYSSAL ICE SWORD FIRST QUALITY LOOKING FOR NEW MASTER ! SALARY 1 SOUL PER DAY , 1 MONTH FREE TRIAL , CANCEL ANY TIME! SHOP NOW!"
"…what in the name of…"
"LIMITED TIME OFFER!!!"
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You know what…I don't even care anymore…
I grabbed the hilt of the sword and heard a robotic voice echo in my head.
"Do you accept the terms of the contract?"
I breathe in deep and…
"No"
*Tsk*
Heh , silly sword. Only a fool would accept a contract he didn't even read…Who would believe that the ads you show translate to in"game experience?
I made a scabbard for the sword from the surrounding soul energy and exited the crater…
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…And the first thing I saw , was a giddy clown , a deranged smile on its face and a balloon in his hand…
How unexpected….not
I took a deep breath (more for dramatic purposes since I was still a soul) and responded with a deranged smile of my own.
"PENNYWISE!" I half shouted half giggled
"I'VE COME TO BARGAIN!"
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A.N :
,,To get stronger one needs to go beyond their comfort zone . It means to endure hardships you want to run away from , over and over and over again , day by day by day.
This is how the weak overcome their weakness.
This is how the weak be
Come stronger
This….is how the weak become more than ants to be crushed on the whims of the strong"
-Fuzen (Kenshi "the best danmachi fanfition on FF.net)