Creator and Creation

Sol seats himself in one of the nearby trees. All his senses sharpened, matching the bloodlust he feels that approaches. The bloodlust, the wrath, the vengeance that he helped manifest not too long ago.

'You should have died. What a pity.' Sol can only think, realizing the fate in store for the boy. 'I'm sorry. Killing you myself would have been a better mercy than this.'

His thoughts are just finished as he hears the creature approach. Rushing toward him, in no way trying to hide its presence. A blue-skinned adult figure approaches with 6 thin but muscular arms. His skin is interwoven with tree roots, the roots themselves are blackened either from dried-up blood or from their connection with the creature. Leaves gather around the creature and Sol as gushes of wind move them slightly.

"You've survived boy. What do you think of it? Your path of vengeance?" The shade demon asks his dark aura mixing with the night. "Why did you approach me? To try to kill me or to be killed yourself? Tell me, Isaac." Secessus's smile widens in the night, his jewel-like green eyes shining in the darkness.

The creature convulses, it falls to the ground. Its arms twisting against its will. Its head hurts, it hurts, it all hurts. Tears escape from the creature's eyes, a childlike whimper comes from its mouth.

"You are quite the curious case. I've never done something like this before and I must admit you have my fascination. Was this how you imagined abandoning everything for vengeance? No speech, no true intellect, no longer human, and a tainted soul to top it off. Quite grim." Seccessus continues to speak, ignoring the child-like crying from the monstrosity before him. He jumps off the tree and walks closer, standing next to the blue-skinned creature of vengeance. "Do you hate me? Do you wish I never reached out?" Secessus asks, looking at the grounded creature.

"AAARghhh!" It yells out in a half-growl, half-scream as his six arms reach for Secessus. Three at either side they begin to pull, to tear him apart.

"Isaac." Secessus says again, the creature falling down again as his body turns against him. A pain inside him forced itself upon the blue six-armed creature. "I guess this is my fault, not explaining the situation properly." Secessus says before he distances himself from the creature, seating himself next to one of the hundreds of trees. "I explained to you the power of blood, but never did I explain to you the power of names. When a creature is "remade" it abandons whatever it can imagine in the hopes of fulfilling its goal. Abandoning its form and flesh for something else, in your case also limiting your speech and intellect it seems. Even your soul changes form, here comes the problem, however. If your name is spoken then the soul will remember its previous state and try to revert. Unable to do so it will damage the vessel and itself in an attempt to force it…. Did I explain well enough?" The green-eyed demon stops his explanation and looks into the creature's eyes. The same dim brown eyes he remembered were still there.

Leaves continues to form around both their feet, the wind soft but unrelenting with its task. Another familiar phenomena for the shade demon. The leaves and wind carrying a very faint aura, the extent of the aura not even surpassing that of himself when he first came to be in this second life. Yet unlike him, it has already mixed with the surroundings.

"Did you manage to kill him at least?" Secessus decides to ask before he creates a purple colored flame in his hands. The fire behaves strangely sometimes calm as if a stream of water and yet often crackling ferocious like the beginning embers of a great flame. Secessus frown as he looks at it.

'It changed.' He simply thinks, noticing the change in his own magic.

"Y.....Yeeeessssss." The creature barely manages to whisper, the voice of the child drawn out and struggling. Almost as if an old man on his deathbed trying to utter his final words.

"You can speak? Splendid! How did you do it. Did it feel good?" Sol responds, a softer smile on his face this time as he still wields the fire between his hands.

"Toreeeee…Hiim…Apaaart… Feel?…I….Don't…knooow." The slow reply follows, the creature not moving any longer. All its focus now aimed at its speech.

"Are you sated yet? Who am I kidding of course you're not. Because you're no longer Isaac."

"Aaargh." The creature convulses as the inner pain becomes unbearable again. For a moment it considers tearing its own head or at least pull out its brain. But even if he wished, his body did not listen.

"What's your name now?"

"Veeeeencheeee."

"I will give you a choice Venche or isaac." The creature doesn't scream this time, one of his arms breaking as it turns unnaturally one too many times. The flames infused with soul like magic lighting everything between them. The two creature capable of seeing in the dark, now seeing each other in purple colored light. "Will you continue to roam the woods, killing everything you consider part of your vengeance. Perhaps to even dwell for eternity as a blight upon this world. Or do you wish for me to kill you? To take responsibility for the childlike innocence that I stained by creating you. Sparing you from the endless dwelling and granting you death… But… There will be no after." Secessus walks closer, the darkness surrounding them mirroring its master willingness to kill. The soul strengthened fire terrifying when fierce yet so inviting when calm. "Choice, boy."

Leaves gather at both their feet, the mere 15 seconds that passed by feeling like an eternity for the blue skinned being of vengeance.

"Liiiiiveeeee....Liiiveeee!" The child like voice cries out, looking at the ground as its tears mix with the earth.

With the words spoken, the purple lighted small part of the forest turns dark again. The blue skinned creature looks up to the one deciding his fate. To only see the sight of a dark forest, no other presence there any longer.