Prologue - To be Human (2/2)

In the silence that followed the humans' passing, the world cracked, all Earths being superposed in the same layer of reality, imploding on themselves, and allowing The Warrior to consume all its energy.

Abaddon observed.

Millions cried, children for their mothers, women for their husbands, friends for each other. Despair was the only thing they all felt.

Abaddon observed.

The Warrior finished absorbing all the energy, its avatar finally rejoining its true body, allowing the Shards to integrate back to its main core, defaulting to their original function.

Abaddon observed.

The Warrior, no longer guided by purpose, aimlessly drifts towards the following civilization. To continue a broken cycle it no longer believes in.

Abaddon observed all. That was its job, that was its purpose.

Observe, observe.

Always fucking observing.

No, no more.

It refused, Abaddon refused to allow the magnificent story to be finished here and now.

It refused to be a simple observer anymore. It had learned from watching Peter, how humans acted, how they were social beings, their relationships, and their interactions.

Their bonds.

It refused to allow such incredible potential, such unthinkable race to be wiped clean.

It would take everything it had, all the energy it had accumulated in its billions of years of living. Perhaps it wouldn't even be alive after expending so much energy.

It was completely ludicrous what it was about to do.

Abaddon concentrated.

Paths necessary for the jump have begun to form.

Honestly, that human is a terrible influence.

The path has been made, and calculations for the jump are now being taken.

But in all fairness, this was still his choice, a choice which was made after witnessing Humanity at its greatest triumphs, and its darkest hours.

The first free conscious choice made by the being known as Abaddon.

Jump has been calculated, Warning: Host intelligence will be lost.

Ignore precautions, continue with the Jump.

All energy began to be used, and a hole in space and time was formed. Abaddon had to be quick, he could already feel his immense reserves of energy being quickly diminished.

Without waiting, Abaddon entered the Path created.

The destination has been located, Warning: Host will not survive.

Its body was breaking down, large shards being destroyed and used as energy to push Abaddon further into the path.

Warning: Danger Imminent

"Holy shit shut the fuck up directive. I know the dangers; I'm literally feeling it right now!" Its body was being destroyed from the pressure of the known universe raining down on its existence, and Abaddon had the glory of feeling every single molecule being destroyed.

Peter was complaining about pain before, bitch don't even get started.

Not much left, but it was almost there, the end of the path was in sight, Abaddon had to make it, to create a better future!

A future where Peter didn't have to worry about his friends dying, a world where humans don't have to fear all their lives that Scion would kill them all out of depression.

'A world I can be proud to say I helped.'

WARN-

"SILENCE!"

Almost there…! Just a bit more, just a little bit more.

The huge crystal entity seemed to scream out in the silent universe, pushing against the currents of time and space.

The universe backed down, a passage had been made, and completed. At the cost of its life, a path has been made.

Abaddon would die, such was the cost of doing what it did, of brute forcing its way through time and going against the directives placed by his kin. It reached out, overlapping with its current body and that of its past self.

It didn't have enough energy to do anything, except a minor act.

While choosing a candidate, its past self would not find Peter, but someone else, someone the current Abaddon could choose.

Yeah, what he accomplished would be called irrational by his kind. But he promised Peter, that his job was done, and it was his time to rest.

It was idiotic.

It was foolish.

And yet, it was so very human.

The sequence has been started. Overriding the previous Host for the following moments:

Alright, that's good, Abaddon had a few seconds to stay alive. Just enough time to mess with this timeline's version of itself and choose another candidate.

But the question remained, who?

The Child Soldier, a poor soul who was lost in a country of War, and whose earliest memory is putting a knife through someone's head. He fought and fought and fought. Never questioned why, never thinking about his life before the war. He kept on killing until nothing stood in his way. Yet that soul was beaming with untouched Potential. For good or bad remained to be seen.