Still Remain The Things We Couldn't Kill (BF Rumble RP#4)
Apr 19, 2024 15:32:04 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Apr 19, 2024 15:32:04 GMT -5
The footsteps of the masked figure echoed around the corridor as he strode down it, his leather trench coat billowing out behind him. He did not slow as he reached the large doors at the end; simply pushing them open and carrying on through. The sound of his steps were muffled now by the blood red carpet that led from the doorway to the elevated throne at the far end of the room. Courtiers with inhuman faces whispered conspiratorially in blasphemous tongues as the figure continued to advance. Armoured figures moved to intercept, only to be stilled by the wave of a hand from another: the figure seated on the throne. The masked man stopped at the foot of the steps that lead up to the throne and looked up at the one who sat there, who smiled in response.
Quite the dramatic entrance, brother. Tell me, are you intentionally engaging in Donzig cosplay or are you sharing your husband’s post-resurrection affection for the aesthetics of Bloodborne?
Misha Constantine, in life two-time X*Crown champion and in death the ruler of the city of Dis that oversaw the lower levels of Hell, stood and began to walk down the steps. In turn, the masked figure removed his wolf-shaped helmet to reveal Brendan Harding.
Eh, the wolf head makes it more Elden Ring, surely?
That one was a little after my time. Ruling part of Hell doesn’t leave a lot of time for gaming.
You mean you don’t challenge God to poker games and cheat to win souls? Chris de Burgh lied to me?
Misha rolled his eyes.
This is all very amusing, to you at least, but why are you here, Brendan? It’s an impressive enough feat that you were able to walk in without my summoning you that I’m sure you didn’t go to the effort just to trade bon mots.
I need to ask you something.
Misha raised an eyebrow.
About?
Peter.
Misha’s eyes narrowed. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Now they were no longer in the Court of Discord, but rather sat on chairs on top of a tower so tall that all that could be seen around them was the crimson sky. Brendan did his best to not look surprised or impressed. Given Misha’s smug expression, he didn’t quite succeed.
There are some perks to being a self-made God-Emperor. Privacy on demand is one of them.
Show off.
Eternally. So what did you want to know?
How did he get back out?
What makes you think I know?
Brendan gave his half-brother a knowing look.
Am I supposed to believe something happens in Hell and the almighty self-made God-Emperor of Dis doesn’t know about it?
Flattery will get you nowhere.
Neither will you avoiding the question.
True, but the problem is you’re not asking the right question.
Brendan’s eyes narrowed.
What do you mean?
Misha gave the rueful smile of a witness to someone about to step on a landmine.
The important question isn’t how your husband got out, Brendan; it’s where he got out from.
Brendan froze, staring at Misha, who simply responded with a shrug.
Peter Cain didn’t go to Hell when he died. He didn’t go to Heaven either.
How… how is that possible?
Well, if I were to make an educated guess, the fact he was being empowered and controlled with the crystallised remains of something that ate alternate universes and timelines meant his soul went nowhere.
What do you mean nowhere? It had to go somewhere!
Misha shook his head.
Not nowhere as in the opposite of somewhere, nowhere as in the space between somewheres. Heaven and Hell do not fill the entire space of what lies beyond the mortal realm. There are… gaps. Todash Space is the most common name for it.
So you’re telling me his soul was in a void?
No. ‘Void’ implies nothing’s there. There are things in Todash Space and trust me when I say that you do not want to meet them. That’s why I can’t answer your original question.
You don’t know how someone can get back out of there?
Not only that; I don’t know how there was anything of him to get back out in the first place. This is Hell and it is everything you fear it to be. Todash Space is worse. Your husband should have been consumed by it, or at the very least had his sanity torn apart. That he has somehow come back from there as a functioning human being tells me one of two things.
Which are?
Either Peter Cain is the luckiest man to have ever existed, or…
Or?
Or something helped him get back out because it believed it would benefit from it.
What does that mean?
It means watch him very closely, Brendan, because something else definitely is and its intentions are not benign.
Brendan fixed Misha with a steely gaze, under which he did not wilt.
You don’t have to believe me if you don’t like the answer, but you also have to acknowledge that I have no reason to lie.
There was a long moment of silence, then Brendan slumped back in his chair.
No, I suppose not.
A reasonable response to unpleasant news; wonders will never cease. Now, if you’re finished I have other matters to attend to.
Actually, there was one other thing…
Quite the dramatic entrance, brother. Tell me, are you intentionally engaging in Donzig cosplay or are you sharing your husband’s post-resurrection affection for the aesthetics of Bloodborne?
Misha Constantine, in life two-time X*Crown champion and in death the ruler of the city of Dis that oversaw the lower levels of Hell, stood and began to walk down the steps. In turn, the masked figure removed his wolf-shaped helmet to reveal Brendan Harding.
Eh, the wolf head makes it more Elden Ring, surely?
That one was a little after my time. Ruling part of Hell doesn’t leave a lot of time for gaming.
You mean you don’t challenge God to poker games and cheat to win souls? Chris de Burgh lied to me?
Misha rolled his eyes.
This is all very amusing, to you at least, but why are you here, Brendan? It’s an impressive enough feat that you were able to walk in without my summoning you that I’m sure you didn’t go to the effort just to trade bon mots.
I need to ask you something.
Misha raised an eyebrow.
About?
Peter.
Misha’s eyes narrowed. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Now they were no longer in the Court of Discord, but rather sat on chairs on top of a tower so tall that all that could be seen around them was the crimson sky. Brendan did his best to not look surprised or impressed. Given Misha’s smug expression, he didn’t quite succeed.
There are some perks to being a self-made God-Emperor. Privacy on demand is one of them.
Show off.
Eternally. So what did you want to know?
How did he get back out?
What makes you think I know?
Brendan gave his half-brother a knowing look.
Am I supposed to believe something happens in Hell and the almighty self-made God-Emperor of Dis doesn’t know about it?
Flattery will get you nowhere.
Neither will you avoiding the question.
True, but the problem is you’re not asking the right question.
Brendan’s eyes narrowed.
What do you mean?
Misha gave the rueful smile of a witness to someone about to step on a landmine.
The important question isn’t how your husband got out, Brendan; it’s where he got out from.
Brendan froze, staring at Misha, who simply responded with a shrug.
Peter Cain didn’t go to Hell when he died. He didn’t go to Heaven either.
How… how is that possible?
Well, if I were to make an educated guess, the fact he was being empowered and controlled with the crystallised remains of something that ate alternate universes and timelines meant his soul went nowhere.
What do you mean nowhere? It had to go somewhere!
Misha shook his head.
Not nowhere as in the opposite of somewhere, nowhere as in the space between somewheres. Heaven and Hell do not fill the entire space of what lies beyond the mortal realm. There are… gaps. Todash Space is the most common name for it.
So you’re telling me his soul was in a void?
No. ‘Void’ implies nothing’s there. There are things in Todash Space and trust me when I say that you do not want to meet them. That’s why I can’t answer your original question.
You don’t know how someone can get back out of there?
Not only that; I don’t know how there was anything of him to get back out in the first place. This is Hell and it is everything you fear it to be. Todash Space is worse. Your husband should have been consumed by it, or at the very least had his sanity torn apart. That he has somehow come back from there as a functioning human being tells me one of two things.
Which are?
Either Peter Cain is the luckiest man to have ever existed, or…
Or?
Or something helped him get back out because it believed it would benefit from it.
What does that mean?
It means watch him very closely, Brendan, because something else definitely is and its intentions are not benign.
Brendan fixed Misha with a steely gaze, under which he did not wilt.
You don’t have to believe me if you don’t like the answer, but you also have to acknowledge that I have no reason to lie.
There was a long moment of silence, then Brendan slumped back in his chair.
No, I suppose not.
A reasonable response to unpleasant news; wonders will never cease. Now, if you’re finished I have other matters to attend to.
Actually, there was one other thing…