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*rests head on fingertips* In the blink of an eye you say, Sousuke-Bug? Shows how blind you've been despite your ocular abundance. This, my Lord Baka, is Chronicle of a Death Foretold, your special edition. Whether in your timeline or mine, this denouement has been long overdue, and long ago foreseen. Heh. Exactly as planned, indeed. Though not by any of us. I would've rather you prevailed, Sousuke-Bug, and fed Gorehound better than this smorgasbord of smoke and mirrors. *shakes head*
*yipping* Ah yes, we are so fond of you, Lord Baka! Here, let Gorehound soothe that damage to your visage with its long tongue!
*picks up object, straightens it* My copy of the Overlord List is a mess, ne? So long and violently have I ranted with it in hand! At least I know it by heart, unlike you, Aizen Baka-sama, who wiped yourself with it and did not bother to review it. I wonder, were I to send Gorehound to trawl the restroom plumbing of Las Noches, would it bring me back the pieces with the articles you ignored?
*shakes head with wry laughter* What spectacle do you make, tumbling from the heavenly heights upon which you would have sat in your high throne! Fallen Dark Lord, driven in that fall by a Dark Warrior. *chortle* Or better yet! Underneath it all, you are just a Shinigami, ne? Thus tis also, Fallen Angel of Death, toppled by Noble Demon. The Dark takes care of its own messes, don't we? Tis also our power the Hero harnesses to complete the deed. Nothing here is left to chance, no. Unlike you, Sousuke-Bug, we factor even Extinction in our calculations; we prepare for even annihilation to serve the supreme imperative. You never even tested those waters, so content were you to craft from afar, to use and step upon others... only in your ultimate desperate vexation did you deign to sink mandibles into a foe's flesh.
*long sigh* Ah, we speak of a Dark Side, but that is a misnomer spewed by the Heroic, who look no further than the surface unless they're forcefully plunged into it. In truth, the Dark is multifaceted, and speaks with many voices. Look now at milord Ulquiorra, and listen, Lord Baka:
This Is Gonna Suck And So What. Life is dear to the Dark and you are a threat that must not be allowed to prosper. There was no honor and no purpose in service to an Overlord like you. We end it now, and are cleansed of this shame. Unto Death's embrace we yield --the Dark into itself folds--, with utter serenity and satisfaction. The Dark will burn, but the Flame will endure. Life prevails and we are fulfilled.
And you cannot bear it, can you, Aizen Baka-sama? You let go of your foe, to grasp futilely at what could have been. Another facet of the Dark, the one thwarted, answers...
Do you hear, oh Lord of the Dark
Funeral march echoes through the Vault
It plays for you
For all of us
Dissonant serenity at the end of all things
Rage is spent and even the abyss of despair
Features tranquility instead of churning currents
Oh yes, it was right there
And it slips from us like sand
Plaything of the desert winds
With many voices speaks the Dark
That which so often has berated you of late
Disgusted that you would play
For your exclusive ascendance
Leaving nothing to feed the rest
Steps aside into silence.
Another from its niche uncoils:
I would have midwifed apocalypse
The advent of a new world
Empty of enemies but for that lone
Hero used, broken and discarded
Upon the ruin of all he held dear
In ecstasy I would have welcomed
The symphony of billions of souls in torment
And rejoiced in the ensuing silence
The Flame snuffed at last.
I am Extinction to whom Life is meaningless
And you, Dark Lord whom I empowered,
Have cost me the fairest of our Aspects
Would that you had ordered directly
The execution of that pestilent human
Once your Hostage Gambit was fulfilled!
He would still be mine! Mine!
Perfect machine for our ambitions
Instead he now sacrifices himself
For her who shines and warms
Thwarting my cold nothingness.
My nemesis adds another victory to the tally
I must content myself with the dregs
Of a fading dream dispersed.
Well played, Indomitable One
Supreme drive of the creatures you have spawned
Another of my agents has failed
As so many of those under my auspices.
You are become a master of this game
Yet remember:
Perhaps your Flame is enough
To defy the inevitable for a while
But I am the absolute end
Over the horizon I sit
Waiting for you to return home.
*yipping* Ah yes, we are so fond of you, Lord Baka! Here, let Gorehound soothe that damage to your visage with its long tongue!
*picks up object, straightens it* My copy of the Overlord List is a mess, ne? So long and violently have I ranted with it in hand! At least I know it by heart, unlike you, Aizen Baka-sama, who wiped yourself with it and did not bother to review it. I wonder, were I to send Gorehound to trawl the restroom plumbing of Las Noches, would it bring me back the pieces with the articles you ignored?
*shakes head with wry laughter* What spectacle do you make, tumbling from the heavenly heights upon which you would have sat in your high throne! Fallen Dark Lord, driven in that fall by a Dark Warrior. *chortle* Or better yet! Underneath it all, you are just a Shinigami, ne? Thus tis also, Fallen Angel of Death, toppled by Noble Demon. The Dark takes care of its own messes, don't we? Tis also our power the Hero harnesses to complete the deed. Nothing here is left to chance, no. Unlike you, Sousuke-Bug, we factor even Extinction in our calculations; we prepare for even annihilation to serve the supreme imperative. You never even tested those waters, so content were you to craft from afar, to use and step upon others... only in your ultimate desperate vexation did you deign to sink mandibles into a foe's flesh.
*long sigh* Ah, we speak of a Dark Side, but that is a misnomer spewed by the Heroic, who look no further than the surface unless they're forcefully plunged into it. In truth, the Dark is multifaceted, and speaks with many voices. Look now at milord Ulquiorra, and listen, Lord Baka:
This Is Gonna Suck And So What. Life is dear to the Dark and you are a threat that must not be allowed to prosper. There was no honor and no purpose in service to an Overlord like you. We end it now, and are cleansed of this shame. Unto Death's embrace we yield --the Dark into itself folds--, with utter serenity and satisfaction. The Dark will burn, but the Flame will endure. Life prevails and we are fulfilled.
And you cannot bear it, can you, Aizen Baka-sama? You let go of your foe, to grasp futilely at what could have been. Another facet of the Dark, the one thwarted, answers...
Do you hear, oh Lord of the Dark
Funeral march echoes through the Vault
It plays for you
For all of us
Dissonant serenity at the end of all things
Rage is spent and even the abyss of despair
Features tranquility instead of churning currents
Oh yes, it was right there
And it slips from us like sand
Plaything of the desert winds
With many voices speaks the Dark
That which so often has berated you of late
Disgusted that you would play
For your exclusive ascendance
Leaving nothing to feed the rest
Steps aside into silence.
Another from its niche uncoils:
I would have midwifed apocalypse
The advent of a new world
Empty of enemies but for that lone
Hero used, broken and discarded
Upon the ruin of all he held dear
In ecstasy I would have welcomed
The symphony of billions of souls in torment
And rejoiced in the ensuing silence
The Flame snuffed at last.
I am Extinction to whom Life is meaningless
And you, Dark Lord whom I empowered,
Have cost me the fairest of our Aspects
Would that you had ordered directly
The execution of that pestilent human
Once your Hostage Gambit was fulfilled!
He would still be mine! Mine!
Perfect machine for our ambitions
Instead he now sacrifices himself
For her who shines and warms
Thwarting my cold nothingness.
My nemesis adds another victory to the tally
I must content myself with the dregs
Of a fading dream dispersed.
Well played, Indomitable One
Supreme drive of the creatures you have spawned
Another of my agents has failed
As so many of those under my auspices.
You are become a master of this game
Yet remember:
Perhaps your Flame is enough
To defy the inevitable for a while
But I am the absolute end
Over the horizon I sit
Waiting for you to return home.