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"Sane version of Kyria talking"
Sane version thinking
"Insane version talking"
Insane version thinking
Real Kyria thinking
"Real Kyria talking"
Kyria poor smuck that he is, did not know what the outcome of his actions was... Because he was still out cold. But inside the mind of Kyria, an ongoing struggle was taking place and had been doing so for quite some time. Many years longer than one might guess. Because Kyria had been slowly going nuts since he was still considered a child.
And inside this dream of his that now unfolded between two parts of his iron will.
Let's set the scene... Imagine a giant flat space, and through the middle of this land, ran a deep ravine that split the landmass in two. The ravine itself would be easy to cross for someone of Kyria's strength. And on one side, the land is lush and green. The wind sways flowers and trees gently. And a few yards from the black abyss stands a wooden house with a straw-thatched roof. Sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the building sat a young man. One might think he'd be lounging, but his cheerful expression hid a very serious mood as he looked ahead. This is Kyria, as he would have looked, if battles, blood, gore, and insanity didn't change him.
However... On the other side of the ravine... The world was an ocean of blood with rolling waves. And a few yards from the abyss on that side was a small mountain of bones that rose into the air. On top of that ivory mountain, was a throne of bones upon which sat another version of Kyria this person was more beast than a man in personality. Twisted with rage and bloodlust to such an extent that his eyes glowed as red as the ocean around him.
The sane version of Kyria was chagrined. He'd tried to hold back the influence of the monster on the other side, so the actual person Kyria didn't take too unnecessary risks. Then his brow furrowed... Because the world shook as shouting tore to his side:
"Coward! Weakling! They must all die, the blood must flow! There can be no weakness... No hesitation!"
Does he simply not realize in his rage that shouting is unnecessary here? We could whisper and still hear each other just as clearly as if we were standing nose to nose.
The sane Kyria let out a tired sigh before he spoke:
"It is not weakness, it is only using our head.. Look at the consequences of your influence Dread Lord"... "Because of your overpowering nature, we collapsed, we may be killed by our enemies because as of right now, the body isn't moving".
Having said that, the sane Kyria unsheathed one of his swords and looked at the blade. It was starting to cover itself in blood.
His rage is so powerful it starts to affect this side. If I can't get him to back down even a little bit, I will lose even my sanity and this space will belong solely to him.
Thinking thus, the sane Kyria slid his fingers down both sides of the sword, the bloodstains flaking off and into his hand. Holding up his hand, he laid it flat in front of his mouth and blew gently. The wind took the bloodstains and transformed them into blades of grass that swayed in the wind as they were carried over the abyss. The moment they crossed, they turned back into drops of blood that fell into the crimson ocean.
Having done that, the sane Kyria knew he had to take drastic measures to get the situation somewhat under control.
He should be easy to bait... I need him over on this side, so perhaps my domain will affect him.
He wiped his brow that had started to sweat before he called out:
"If I am so weak Dread Lord... Why don't you come and strike me down? Take over this place yourself. Or are you perhaps afraid of me deep in your heart?"
The moment the question had been asked, the insane version of Kyria howled like an animal and ran forward. He jumped from the edge of his ivory land, his momentum carrying him far and over the deep abyss where he landed on the grass. The moment his presence was on that side, the grass he was standing on started to wilt and die, blood seeped out of the ground in its stead. And with every step, the corruption followed him as he started to run, his sword in hand towards his fated opponent.
Death! Blood! Destruction!
Not much was going on inside the insane version's head, he was locked forever in battle lust where only instinct prevailed.
The sane Kyria got to his feet, the sword also in hand. But instead of meeting his enemy head-on. He simply sidestepped him, put out his foot, and watched as his opponent fell face-first into the grass. That done, he gave his enemy no chance to recapture himself and drove his sword deep into the middle of the insane Kyria's back.
The insane Kyria coughed up mouthfuls of blood, unable to speak. Not that the sane Kyria was going to let him either way. He bent down to the insane Kyria's ear as he whispered:
"You see, you may have the power to change this world, and the real one outside... But you are painfully easy to kill... There must be more of a balance. Save your rage and destruction for the times where it's truly needed. I'll relax my grip on sanity if I deem it necessary".
Thinking that he'd made his point, the sane Kyria retrieved his sword. Cleaned it on the clothes of the insane version. Then he carried the man back towards the abyss. Standing at the edge, he threw him with enough force that the insane version landed safely in the ocean of blood. A curious thing happened then, as the blood swallowed the insane version, it spit him out into the air so he landed on the mountain of bones again. Crawling on his knees, the insane version seated himself on his throne. And the sane Kyria noted to himself:
It looks like that affected even that brute. His confidence is shaken... The pressure on my mind is lessening, and I can feel my influence extend somewhat to his side for a change.
He wasn't wrong, as he looked, the ocean of blood looked to be receding, it didn't press upon the boundary of the abyss, nor did it seem the waves were as violent.
The sane version had won this time and would be able to affect the real Kyria a little bit more, fighting to keep the insanity at bay.
And then Kyria woke up. The struggles of his mind settled for the time being. Everything surrounding him was pitch black, but he had a peculiar feeling in the pits of his stomach. It was a feeling he only associated with falling downward.
Of course. I fell through a hole in the desert and for some reason lost my consciousness. So I am still falling? What is this? Where am I going to end up?
Suddenly the darkness simply gave way. Color and shapes greeted me again. Then I noticed I was very high up into the air. Cold sweat broke out across my forehead as I tried to figure out how not to slam into the ground.
Hm... Stone walls circle the territory. Massive tower in the middle, I am too far away for that to be my place of landing. Is... Is that a massive chain suspended into the air coming to meet me?
I screamed until I fell smack into a chain suspended high into the air. It went from the tower to somewhere in the stone wall in the distance. I had fallen closer to the wall than the tower itself. And as one could have suspected, falling from such a height into a giant metal chain is not something to scoff at. Several of my ribs broke, I did not even have the presence of mind to scream. I simply vomited up large amounts that splashed into the water below me. Then I passed out again.
@Mr. Anderson
