"That’s ’who?’ and not ’what?’ to you, mortal." The voice dripped with utter detest.
Mortal...? Is this so kind of god?
The voice burst into another ear-grating round of laughter. "A god...? Well, I guess to you, I am a god."
Finn paused for a minute in silence, analyzing the current situation. The pure evil he could feel from the voice was still very much there, but paradoxically, it was also the sa reason he’d cald.
In the face of an evil of this magnitude, it was futile to have any thoughts of escape. There was a certain inevitability to it that filled Finn with a sense of acceptance.
Now he was simply analyzing why the voice was still conversing with him rather than ending his existence as easily as Finn knew it could.
"Oh? At least you know your place."
What do you want from ...? Finn asked. He’d concluded this voice wouldn’t entertain him without reason. It must want sothing.
The voice burst into a hearty laughter this ti, genuinely surprised at the turn of events.
"Hey, mortal. Are you sure you’re sane? That was your next question...?" The voice laughed like Finn’s words were the most absurd thing it had heard. "Straight to the point, huh? Interesting... I guess I’ll humor you."
"I want your soul." It flatly said, as though it was the most casual thing.
...Can I ask what for? Finn shakily asked after a quiet second.
"No. That is all my humor permits. Now, give your soul!"
Finn imdiately felt a tug, a strong pull on his very existence. Like his mind was literally being suctioned off into sowhere distant.
But just as he was about to panic, the suction stopped.
"Tsk! Even that didn’t work?" The voice snapped with a surprising fury before going silent, leaving Finn reeling from the near-death experience. He’d nearly been erased! No—His erasure had already started, but was held back by sothing! This entity dwelling in him had wanted to erase him!
Finn could feel the lingering taste of it. It wasn’t simply an erasure either, it had been laced with the intent to rewrite his identity! Why? For what? Ti and ti again he’d been thrown into situations like this where his consciousness had been threatened to the verge of being dominated!
First was a soul that looked exactly like his. Second, was the feeling of wrongness in his earlier hazy state. And now, this!
Finn snapped.
Who the hell were these people?! Who did they think they were to try and devour him?! He no longer cared for the reason why any longer. All that colored his mind now was anger. Anger at their audacity ti and ti again. Was he simply going to allow this to happen every ti? Did they think he was a willing lamb ready waiting to be slaughtered?
Like hell he was!
So what if you are a god? What if you are pure evil? What if you are wrongness itself?!
I will devour you all!
Without knowing how, Finn ntally reached for the presence of the entity he felt in his mind with a vengeance, against the alarm bells ringing in his mind, against the fear he felt from the evil reeking off the presence.
He could feel everything more clearly now, and realized in the mont, that he wasn’t alone. In fact, there were a total of twenty-two different presences in his mind with him, all quietly trying to devour, slowly leeching off his consciousness, corroding like viruses.
Only one wasn’t. And surprisingly, it was the voice. Finn could clearly pinpoint its unique presence that stood above all. It occupied a whole corner of his mind to itself, and the other presences dared not trespass.
Finn could feel it lock onto him the sa way he had onto it, but it simply observed with amusent, as if Finn was putting on a show.
The thought made Finn boil. How could this thing, whether it was a god or not, do that to him and still have the guts to remain calm and unfazed like nothing had happened.
He ntally charged at its position, intent to devour it first, but just as his consciousness encroached, the voice spoke.
"#$𖡎€^¥£𖡎$#𖡎▨$#"
The words ca out like a scrambled jumble of intonations and weird, alien phonetics that had no place in the human language at all.
Finn felt the words reverberate through his very being, and imdiately, his vengeful charge stopped, replaced by pure confusion.
He paused for a mont before ’rembering’ why he had charged in the first place.
Yes! The wrongness!
He turned and charged straight at the closest presence, one that was leeching off his consciousness, trying to corrode mindlessly.
This had been his target in the first place, so why had he stopped, dazed like that?
The thought crossed his mind as the traces of sothing he felt was important, disappeared from his mory.
He felt uncomfortable. Angry. With no place to vent properly besides this closest presence.
He felt like his emotions and intent had escalated to a height so great, he had been ready to perish... but what for...? This?
His consciousness invaded the closest presence with the built-up anger, but he felt unsatisfied. It was strong, yes. In fact, very strong. It put up a great resistance against Finn’s vengeful bombardnt. But it felt...underwhelming. Like he’d prepared a sledgehamr just to kill... a bug.
He devoured the presence within seconds, but instead of feeling happy or relieved, he only felt a deep void, an utter sense of dissatisfaction and a longing that could not be filled as he rapidly ca down from that high.
If he could shed a tear, he would have. Because at that mont, he knew he’d lost sothing vital...
But not all was gloom and doom, though.
Imdiately he’d devoured that presence, he’d felt a part of himself beco more corporeal and concrete. Like he’d won a piece of himself back.
And just after, he realized what that was.
Sound.
A rush of sound flooded into his ear, filling the empty void of his mind with songs of the outside world. It sounded alien and weird at first, clashing over each other like pure noise, but slowly, he began to separate each sound, linking them to the correlating mory they were supposed to trigger.
The sounds of birds chirping. The flutter of a curtain as the wind blew against it. The way all the sounds played together and bounced against the walls. They echoed very lightly before being dampened.
He was in a room.
Finn had gotten his hearing back, and he realized he was inside a room.
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