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Destroy everything in sight
Cause them pain
Such as the one I feel deep inside
So that they die
along with their happinees
That's the only thing I need to satisfy
There is no need for remorse
They all got their just deserts
Destroy.... it all
Little Miss. PainDear child you're shaking
why is that?
oh dear oh my, why I almost forgot!
Is it not
because you are little Miss. Pain?
What a most terrible feat!
everyday you live the misery of others
with no recollection of your own?
Why dear child...Why do you live such a life?
would it not be better... to melt away the pain?
but oh dear oh my!
my most terrible mistake
it is not my will that makes such a choice
-Prologue- The Story That Has No Beginning or EndWhat was it he needed? Everything had gone awry.The Great Ones had given him so much power ,and he had failed. They must- No. He would gather a team. Yes, a team that would become raw emotions. Currently, he only had Pain, but Pain was dying. There was no accurate reason why Pain was dying, but the answer was inside Pain. Pain could not take anymore. Just a storage system of all memories was Pain. Despair and suffering was all Pain could see and it wanted to stop the routine of it's poor life. Pain would gladly walk into the welcoming arms of Death. Pain, the child of emotions, was now dead. Artemis could no longer fail, so he went off on his long journey to find the ones who would become the emotions, his perfect team. he decided "Happy" would be the easiest of the emotions to find, for what human would not enjoy the warmth it gave? Deeper and deeper he descended into the void of travel to find the one who would claim the title of "Happy"....
A Most Pleasant MeetingGood day to you my dear sir
but is it really a good day?
I pondered day and night
what have I ever done to you?
Was it the way I spoke, was it the way I stood,
or maybe the expression of fear on my face
But oh no good sir
it could not have possibly been any of these
and now that I have my answer
I no longer need to ponder
What have I ever done to you?
So I suppose I must bid adieu and
say good day to you my dear sir
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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