Thread:Doctor Ibrahim/@comment-26517142-20161119064436

3 days ago by JeielYozama
 * Jeiel steps in, nervous of meeting this stranger for the first time. "Please. WHo .. are you? And.. what is Praetor, Sir Jorge to you?"

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The woman lowers her head then looks up to you.

"I my child am the one who exists in all quarters, light and dark, fire and ice, in the beginning and in the end. I mother of the Order. The mother of life, death, human, animal and the current divinity of the Order. And this man is my immortal champion."

She pauses as she looks you over

"The question you should be asking is who are you and why do you find yourself in this forlorn realm?" 3 days ago by BTR180

"What?" Jeiel points back to himself. "What...  am  I doing here? How did I even end up here in the Monster Realm? Is it all because of my mission? My goal? Because I am tied to this place... or something deeper...?"

He holds his head in confusion. " Darnit, now I'm questioning who I am!" 2 days ago by JeielYozama

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''You share a body. Multiple souls one mind all fighting for influence. When your mind strays they come and try to lead you to a different path. That path has lead you here. Not yet dead but far from alive."''

Praetor looks up at Jeiel as his massive frame towers over the small stool.

"You shouldn't be here. Should Circe take over your body there will be hell to pay. You must find your way back. Find out why you are here..." 2 days ago by BTR180


 * Jeiel racks his head - and remembers.

The time when he had asked for redemption for his sins - and met the cruel blade of the entity Victivius.

''The Paths see the Victivius hold the blade high, upside down, over Jeiel. There is a pause. ''

''It drops. Passing through air. Then flesh. Then the obsidian floor. ''

''It's over before he realizes it has even happened... ''

''They watch as his body turns to black ash, like Circe. In mere moments, even that drifts away, leaving nothing but memories. And as they stare in horror, even ''

''those begin to fade... ''

''"Oh my Gods..." ''

  

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span lang="EN-PH" style="line-height:16.1px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;">Circe emerges from the hollows of Jeiel's mind - a small, static illusion of her form, into the gloom. "It would seem... that a Jeiel that is you now assumes the life you've left on Earth. One created from dear Ansherine." ''

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Yes. I remember now.... I tried to pay for my sins.... and for that..."

<p class="MsoNormal"> Jeiel looks at Praetor with tears streaming down his eyes. "I... died."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "It's true.. that several entities fight to take control of me. But Circe is not one of them. She is... merely my curator. The one in between. She holds the balance. And she isn't the tyrant of Oz's past. The dictator. The oppressor. She's... herself."

<p class="MsoNormal"> Circe's glowing seems to radiate. She turns her head away''. "Why do you always vouch for people's sides, seeing only the goodness in them...? Stupid.. Danna-sama."''

<p class="MsoNormal"> "I'm not your Danna-sama." Jeiel lifts an open hand, asking the goddess to show him something. As if in response, an image of the Jeiel in the Veritatem, chatting and bonding with the Paths, appears. "Isn't HE the one you serve now? In the first place, you being here...... only you know this truth now. And Praetor..."

<p class="MsoNormal"> Jeiel opens his arms, exposing his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Do you want to kill me, Praetor? The Jeiel who ruined your mind? Now is the time. Here.. in this forgotten limbo... end me. And leave the Jeiel who lives be. "

<p class="MsoNormal"> (DAMN. That is a heavy NEW PLOT.)

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<p class="MsoNormal">? What do you think? <ac_metadata title="Doc... saw this?"> </ac_metadata>