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YOU WILL BE PUT TO REST.
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Even now, even if it’s been years, he still remembers her voice as if no time has passed, and when the world turns to darkness, it’s
she who speaks of Azelf’s portent. At his worst moment, he thinks of her, and where there should be relief, there’s
dread.[break][break]
The pressure is overwhelming, and it takes all the willpower in him not to cry out in pain – as if a wellspring suddenly running dry at the moment when it’s most needed. The future had been like the beautiful pithos granted by the divine to Pandora, and when removing its lid in all of their curiosity and need for answers, they had unleashed horror and pain upon no one but themselves. Had there been hope left behind? Is that what this vision of her is? So beautiful, yet so pale. So beloved, and yet so
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She’s here to free him from these chains.
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ἐλπίς. Elpis. Hope, or more like deceptive expectation?
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She’s here to drag him down to the depths of Avernus with her.
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”No…” For the first time in a long time, it’s fear that fills the heart of Martín del Mar. All-consuming, abhorrent, and as true, pure, and raw as ever. It greets him like an old acquaintance, a feeling he’s too familiar with despite all the effort he has put into leaving it behind. No matter how much he may love her, no matter how much he may miss her,
Mars doesn’t want to die.[break][break]
So, he stumbles. So, he holds onto the closest thing he can find – a hand finding the shoulder of
Serena Malcolm, his grip ironclad.
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And, so, in the ways of the deity of wars after who he was named, with what little willpower remains in that often overflowing wellspring of his, he
fights. He fights against his destiny. He fights against the death that threatens to take him away.
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DEFY YOUR FATE
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The blood is what he notices first. Covering him, dripping down, soaking that all too expensive and perfectly-tailored suit that he wears with so much pride. The blood, and then
the lights. Rift, but not quite like those he has seen before.
Cracks, as if something were attempting to break through the invisible wall between dimensions.
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Is this it?
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Is this the end?[break][break]
The final orb fades to dust, and the moment it does, the expansion of the cracks halts. Mars watches this blood-tinted sight, his hand remains on
Serena Malcolm’s shoulder, and a deep breath and healing provided by the pokémon of those nearby (
priam conrad and
Hideo Kino) aid in steading himself while still standing at one of the ends of a sigil that now lies empty…
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Cracks recede. Rifts close.
Light fades.[break][break]
Glancing at the small group around him, Mars releases an inevitable truth: he had almost died, but he wasn’t the only one. Almost as if whatever power of the universe they had angered when looking into the future were coming back to haunt them…
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If it comes back again, can he be sure he’ll be strong enough to fight it?[break][break]
At that moment, it’s not a plethora of questions that fill his mind, but rationality. Raw survival instinct at its finest.
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”...We don’t know how much damage all that just caused... We need to get Eris and Locke to a hospital...”[break][break]
Accursed be death and its harrowing siren song.
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Whatever happens, he needs to find a way to be strong enough to fight this dreadful fate that awaits him.
That is his resolve.[break][break]
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SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO POST THIS AND THAT IT GOT SO LONG ♡
[break]TLDR; Azul is extra, emo, and very edgy...
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