Those That Come After

A world left in ruin after the great war. The rubble left over and never removed looming over, always threatening to come crashing down upon those below. Xed sat upon one of the pieces of wreckage, the whole town silent void of life. Not a soul dared disturb the peace that had fallen over this town, the peace of destruction. Xed looked up and raised his hand above his head, the sounds of metal pieces shifting followed every motion. There was no forgiving of the sins that he had committed, and the punishment irreversible. The pain that was suffered every day would never subside, the guilt would eat at his soul for all eternity. To his feet he rose, the sun beating down upon his body trying break him. "Was what I did such a horrible thing? That I must endure such pain for all of my existance." Even when saying this he knew that what he made was an abomination, a monster that hunted his dreams to even this day. He began to move away preparing to leave, however, Xed heard footsteps coming. Perfectly places steps, giving that sinking feeling when you know something really bad is about to happen. Xed turned and faced the way the sound was coming from, the shadows perfectly cloaking the area. Something was going to come from the darkness, Xed was ready.

Some people believed in a God. They would claim him to be a benevolent and judging individual whom would give you peace and love for doing as he said so. Yet flip the coin and one can say that a dictator will always be pleasant to you and punish you severely if you do what he claims to be evil. This world was a sign of refugee and apocalypse, like many of the worlds that still existed. As the black-clothed being strode past destruction and havoc, he couldn't help wondering if a mythical dictator watched overhead, looking down upon humanity and saying to himself "Man did wrong- Darkness should devour them whole." It was somewhat fun to hear of the survivors claiming they live at God's mercy- Yet equally possible, was it not, that so many of them had their hearts taken because God did not foster any love for them. It was an interesting argument, being a universal tool of some unknown gray individual whom may root for either side. To be the tool of a God, or to be the destructive force which opposed it. Both were so magnificent to him.

He adjusted his hat as he stode towards the great tower that lay at the center of the town, still standing if ruined. It was a testament to how a building survive past a people, the fortitude of man's bones that lay after their lives have gone. Sho decided that he wanted to the tower- It was simple as that. If the light's remnants remain, let them become darkness' home. Let all that can be taken taken. Let the heart of what remains past the heart's of the beings be corrupted as well. Let darkness take it all. He chuckled, laughing softly as one of his hands rose, falling against the flat surface of the tower, noting it's texture and cool body. "...Let those of before be lost in the past, and those of the future step forward beyond the frailties of the old..." The Heartless would go beyond the light. The darkness would creep bounds past the foolish limits of the light.