Zeadon was crying? No, he was smiling, nah, try screaming or maybe all of the above with an addition of laughing. Yeah, definitely laughing. Zeadon Dreaitch was feeling the worst pain of his life, and somehow, he felt all the more alive like he had just been born anew. For all seventeen years of his life, he had been aware… a little at least, but never to the level of the past two days or maybe month? It was all messed up in his head, he could only remember the fighting, and he knew who to thank for that… His smile grew manic, to the definite horror of the doctor's pushing his gurney across st. Connor's hospital main hallway towards the emergency room in which his surgery would no doubt take place, if zeadon had noticed they're rising horror at both his physical injuries and perceived mental instability his smile would have grown even larger but he didn't notice but not for lack of trying, but due to the fact that his face was a mess of cuts and bloodied mud. Zeadon, however, had just realised that he did not know the name of the person who had brought him this… clarity and pain, though he did remember the name of her sword: The Broken promise.

Zeadon once again saw her sad smile, when she talked about kendo and her time in Japan, her happiness when they did mock battle's, he realised at that moment just how real the memory looked, he tried finding any other glimpse or fragment of memory and all he got was blank and the occasional sound of comedy, and then a knife, blood, so much blood and a cold disregard and acceptance that set his stomach turning… At that moment his manic smile vanished and his face settled into that far away look he had dawned since that day years ago. But before he could fall back into himself and bury who he was from this world a jolt of pain from his broken left hand sent him back out to reality, Fuck he cursed. And for a second he felt anger, not at himself but at the group of boys that had done this to him, that had tormented the only person that had made him aware, without giving him the urge to tear out they're throat.

He was tired, tired of this world and it limitations, he had asked himself this questions a time long ago, and here he was once again about to ask the same question once again. What is my purpose? What am I even? Why do I enjoy death and fighting so much? Yet again there was no answer, in fact the world seemed to have gone quite, a jolt of pain once again sent him back to the world, this time with a burst of sound and a jolt of pain from both his eyes and one broken arm. His eyes this time around being the main candidate to the pain. Both of which had been sealed by both blood and mud, Zeadon wanted to grit his teeth but the pain he felt in his jaw told him about the pain he would feel for doing that, he felt his anger mounting and then it was gone turned to cold acceptance of murder, he would kill all the boys who had done this to him and he would no longer hide away from this weak world, the world had become weak and Zeadon would no longer play along with it, what was his purpose? He had asked himself, he knew. He knew it all too well and he also knew he would die before accomplishing it In this era of the world, if there even was a way to do so currently. My purpose is selfish, I shall kill those who I deem to deserve it, for I am death Zeadon thought, the word and the answer to his question coming to him not from the mouth of another human like he would have expected but from himself. Zeadons thoughts paused and then the answer to his other questions came unbidden like he had always known and now he realised he always had known, maybe he had just hidden away before he had realised the answers, he guessed.

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What am I even? Death 

Why do I enjoy death and fighting so much? The eternal service and the gift it brings 

And 

What is my goal? The top of existence.

With that Zeadon felt something within him click into place like a door which had been shot for far too long finally opening, and with it he understood, he was a human, yes, but much, much more. In the middle of his thought process Zeadon felt a needle pierce into his skin and then into his vain as he felt his consciousness fade, but before he could fully sink into the darkness he found a message floating in front of his face written with golden lines and suspended in the blackness of his conscious unconsciousness

[Initiating…]

[Initiation in progress…]

[Processing…]

[Initiation Completed]

[Welcome to the United Heaven's denizens of the Selenium Sector]

[Rejoice]