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The Writings of Tyranous, Part 5
7 years ago
I think I met him. I do not say this idly but I cannot say it with full confidence yet, but I think I met the demon Tyranous.
He is intimidating, every primal instinct in me told me to run, but he never made a threatening move, just spoke to me plainly and saw the book in my hand, and his eyes narrowed upon it before he looked upon me with scrutiny, then abruptly left me standing there alone. I had just met with my contact and obtained another journal, this one in a modern binding from within the last couple decades at most. He recognized it, I saw it in his eyes when they locked with mine...and I swear I saw the hint of a smirk before he left.
I don't know what to make of this, but if it was him...he's been right under our noses this whole time, in our own capital city. He's been here making a life for himself and watching mortals go about their lives. I can't believe I'm this close, I have to ask him, I need to know. I know where to find him...he's famous after all, his next concert is sold out for next week. His fans don't have any idea, they think he's just a dark doberman mix, they have no idea the wolf demon singing on stage before them.
I've made arrangements to be backstage, I'm going to speak to him.
~Doctor Phinivus Orlaine, Head of Research and Development, Exo-Gen Technologies
I don't even know where to begin this time. Her people came for me, crippled me, hurt her...and I snapped. Felixious was wounded, bleeding, and being dragged back to Hell by her people, intent on making her be their leader and guide, forcefully if needed, because it was the role she was born for. They didn't care what choices she'd made, or the children we'd had. And as I watched, my body ignited, and my true form came out for the first time in so very long. I slaughtered them all, every Cat Guardian that had dared touch my beloved mate...and I didn't stop. I barely heard her screaming plea as I lunged through the portal and began to slaughter her people to ensure they would never harm her again...I had no thought, I was a beast, a monster...I was myself, and she at last saw me for the horror I could be.
The voices of Legion swirled within me, and at last as her claws gripped my throat I stopped, staring at my beloved as she threw me through the portal...and then refused to come to my side. In that moment I saw her face and I knew I'd probably just lost her forever. The pain, the horror, the betrayal...I had just wiped most of her race in moments, her tribe was the largest concentration of her kind, and barely a handful had been spared my wrath. She didn't speak, but she didn't need to, I shifted into the shadows and ran. I left this reality and broke through into another one, one I'd been in before. I had rage that needed to be sated, and I needed to feel pain, I needed to suffer for what I'd done.
I stood in the realm of Auchmadeus, my counterpart in this reality, an entity of infinite Legion, and an Ice Demon who'd taken on the form of a wolf in mockery of me in our last conflict. We clashed for decades, nonstop combat and unbridled wrath as the entire universe fell apart around us, unraveling under the strain of our powers clashing. In my rage and my spite, I reached out beyond him and created a singularity and I just...watched as everything collapsed, even as I was being drawn into it I just let the pain rip through me. Auchmadeus was able to close it, his power nearly equaled my own, even if in that moment I was willing to resort to abomination and atrocity. I tore open a portal as he came for me, casting myself back into this world and sealing his away as his last curse was spat at me.
I was in bad shape, but I managed to take on a mortal guise and limp my way to a hospital. I was there for weeks recovering, though I expect the doctors wanted me there longer. They couldn't explain some of the anomalies I caused for their tests and instruments, but I refused to answer them as I healed and recovered. I had money to spare, I'd invested a great deal of wealth into the banks after the World Wars and it had gained substantial interest over the past near-century. I ended up purchasing an apartment in the middle of the city, and I started taking in the culture around me, deciding to integrate myself into it and try to bring myself out of my isolated despair, and get my mind off of the mate I'd driven away.
Internet and Television were remarkable revelations to me, and made learning everything I'd missed all the easier. I also found a creative outlet among mortals in the form of writing and music. I was never one for more traditional music, what they now referred to as ancient or classical, but this 'modern' music that was coming from so many styles...I found my calling in the various forms of 'Rock and Roll' and the varied genres that branched off from it. It required pain and passion, and sometimes anger, to be able to move your audience. They could tell when you were drawing from your soul and putting it into the lyrics, into the performance, and it was a liberating experience.
I started from the bottom, I kept my wealth and identity a secret, many are still trying to figure out exactly where I came from to no avail. I have no citizenship in any country, no loyalties, no family they know of. And being an enigma has only made them all the more curious of me. I found solace in the music and the performance, and I could put some truths of my past into them subtly, and no one caught on unless they, too, shared a similar heritage. It was a wonderful way to draw out my fellow immortals and speak to them for a time. I was far less alone than I'd realized.
My most recent performance has left an ache in me though. It has been decades since I have seen my mate, and I miss her still. I know she has every right to hate me, and I would not blame her if she left me forever. But the mating mark is still there, she hasn't gone through the ritual to remove it, so she must still care in some way...I need to know where she is, but the barriers between worlds have strengthened again. I can't open another rift without damaging reality, and that's a risk I can't take just yet. I can be patient, and hope she's hearing my songs and will come back to me. She would love what this world has become, she would love the musician's life...and I know she would have a voice to humble these mortals.
He is intimidating, every primal instinct in me told me to run, but he never made a threatening move, just spoke to me plainly and saw the book in my hand, and his eyes narrowed upon it before he looked upon me with scrutiny, then abruptly left me standing there alone. I had just met with my contact and obtained another journal, this one in a modern binding from within the last couple decades at most. He recognized it, I saw it in his eyes when they locked with mine...and I swear I saw the hint of a smirk before he left.
I don't know what to make of this, but if it was him...he's been right under our noses this whole time, in our own capital city. He's been here making a life for himself and watching mortals go about their lives. I can't believe I'm this close, I have to ask him, I need to know. I know where to find him...he's famous after all, his next concert is sold out for next week. His fans don't have any idea, they think he's just a dark doberman mix, they have no idea the wolf demon singing on stage before them.
I've made arrangements to be backstage, I'm going to speak to him.
~Doctor Phinivus Orlaine, Head of Research and Development, Exo-Gen Technologies
=========================================================I don't even know where to begin this time. Her people came for me, crippled me, hurt her...and I snapped. Felixious was wounded, bleeding, and being dragged back to Hell by her people, intent on making her be their leader and guide, forcefully if needed, because it was the role she was born for. They didn't care what choices she'd made, or the children we'd had. And as I watched, my body ignited, and my true form came out for the first time in so very long. I slaughtered them all, every Cat Guardian that had dared touch my beloved mate...and I didn't stop. I barely heard her screaming plea as I lunged through the portal and began to slaughter her people to ensure they would never harm her again...I had no thought, I was a beast, a monster...I was myself, and she at last saw me for the horror I could be.
The voices of Legion swirled within me, and at last as her claws gripped my throat I stopped, staring at my beloved as she threw me through the portal...and then refused to come to my side. In that moment I saw her face and I knew I'd probably just lost her forever. The pain, the horror, the betrayal...I had just wiped most of her race in moments, her tribe was the largest concentration of her kind, and barely a handful had been spared my wrath. She didn't speak, but she didn't need to, I shifted into the shadows and ran. I left this reality and broke through into another one, one I'd been in before. I had rage that needed to be sated, and I needed to feel pain, I needed to suffer for what I'd done.
I stood in the realm of Auchmadeus, my counterpart in this reality, an entity of infinite Legion, and an Ice Demon who'd taken on the form of a wolf in mockery of me in our last conflict. We clashed for decades, nonstop combat and unbridled wrath as the entire universe fell apart around us, unraveling under the strain of our powers clashing. In my rage and my spite, I reached out beyond him and created a singularity and I just...watched as everything collapsed, even as I was being drawn into it I just let the pain rip through me. Auchmadeus was able to close it, his power nearly equaled my own, even if in that moment I was willing to resort to abomination and atrocity. I tore open a portal as he came for me, casting myself back into this world and sealing his away as his last curse was spat at me.
I was in bad shape, but I managed to take on a mortal guise and limp my way to a hospital. I was there for weeks recovering, though I expect the doctors wanted me there longer. They couldn't explain some of the anomalies I caused for their tests and instruments, but I refused to answer them as I healed and recovered. I had money to spare, I'd invested a great deal of wealth into the banks after the World Wars and it had gained substantial interest over the past near-century. I ended up purchasing an apartment in the middle of the city, and I started taking in the culture around me, deciding to integrate myself into it and try to bring myself out of my isolated despair, and get my mind off of the mate I'd driven away.
Internet and Television were remarkable revelations to me, and made learning everything I'd missed all the easier. I also found a creative outlet among mortals in the form of writing and music. I was never one for more traditional music, what they now referred to as ancient or classical, but this 'modern' music that was coming from so many styles...I found my calling in the various forms of 'Rock and Roll' and the varied genres that branched off from it. It required pain and passion, and sometimes anger, to be able to move your audience. They could tell when you were drawing from your soul and putting it into the lyrics, into the performance, and it was a liberating experience.
I started from the bottom, I kept my wealth and identity a secret, many are still trying to figure out exactly where I came from to no avail. I have no citizenship in any country, no loyalties, no family they know of. And being an enigma has only made them all the more curious of me. I found solace in the music and the performance, and I could put some truths of my past into them subtly, and no one caught on unless they, too, shared a similar heritage. It was a wonderful way to draw out my fellow immortals and speak to them for a time. I was far less alone than I'd realized.
My most recent performance has left an ache in me though. It has been decades since I have seen my mate, and I miss her still. I know she has every right to hate me, and I would not blame her if she left me forever. But the mating mark is still there, she hasn't gone through the ritual to remove it, so she must still care in some way...I need to know where she is, but the barriers between worlds have strengthened again. I can't open another rift without damaging reality, and that's a risk I can't take just yet. I can be patient, and hope she's hearing my songs and will come back to me. She would love what this world has become, she would love the musician's life...and I know she would have a voice to humble these mortals.
