Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~
#51
To continue on from last week, here's the first couple of several Optional Events that take place on Terra. In this we see some sparks fly between Nikki and Secretary Thewi.

Yet again, the script in spoilers, seperated by event.

Terra Optional Events 1 and 2.
Part 1
Part 2
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#52
Kehehehe, I love writing these goobers.
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More Disk 3 stuff to look forward to!
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#53
More Disk 3 stuff, an encounter with the Demon Lord "Red". Likely will change but the general premise will be largely similar.

Challenging the Lord of Demons
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#54
Ohoho boy, some hectic events in Seraphim. Kinda spoilery but the overarching narrative of this game changes so much it may not end up being how this goes at all!

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#55
From the personal diary of Lucifina
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More to come, later~
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#56
Quote:I woke up to the sound of a large explosion followed by the silencing of screams. I witnessed the aftermath of her rampage.

These demons, they were purpose built to hunt humans. We never stood a chance... I found large chunks of metal, upon inspection it was clear the lacerations were from her nails, she could easily cleave through reinforced steel like it was styrofoam. Debris of helicopters and military vehicles littered the upper compound, with trails of blood, corpses and the effects of a full out war on visible display.

But this wasn’t a war, this was a slaughter. They sent in the national guard to deal with her, and this is all that’s left. Debris and cadavers.

I stand there stunned among the wreckage and laugh, at first pleasantly, then maniacally. What a beautiful and fitting end for this worthless world!

What a perfect display of violence! Something about seeing the wreckage of society at the hands of one petite demoness as she mercilessly cut a swathe of bloodshed through our most advanced machines and calculated defences... I found it so raw, so alluring. So beautiful.

Unfiltered, ceasless and immoral-- violence for violence's sake. Bloodshed without reason, this was always our fate. There is no other way we should have found our doom. She was always going to be the one. Huelette's so-called "failure" turned out to be his magnum opus, uncontrolled, uncontainable brutality in the scarred and tortured body of a small girl he put through hell, a hell she brought back on not just him, but all of us.

I'm not afraid anymore. Let the world end. Let humanity rot, fuck these people! She will come for me, and I am ready for it.

She is the perfect monster, a star of hell who will rise to the top via her lack of strings. No morals weigh her down, no ties to humanity remain to choke back the tears that won't come. To her, we are just food.

And her greed, is like that of Mammon, boundless and beautiful.
Excerpt from the Lucifina Archive
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#57
Quote:Jets of flame running hotter than the surface of a star, merely decoration as a mane and tail that set fire to the unworthy. A beast of magma, pride and rage- cobbled from the longest-lived of abaddon. A steed whose genesis was malign- to trample its masters and maimers both. Eternally proud, unruly and with a hatred of compromise. It's love language strength, worth defined by capacity to hurt and kill. A steed without a handler, ever burning with an infernal love of destruction and savagery.

The weak were to be trampled under its might, the worthy would ride atop the most feared steeds in not just Heldath-- nay, the cosmos.

Dream-hopping, ever-heedless, they gallop loudly into the blaze of battle ready to tear, flay and destroy any that fall into their path. The notion of allies does not sit, any who are too weak to properly stand their ground are trampled if they get in the way. A steed designed to ignore lives is a steed designed to destroy lives. There is no compassion they can harbor, no tolerance they can test. Pride given providence, hatred given a hubris. Entering dreams to create pitch black fear, raw as an engine, delighting in the dread of their victims. A creature unphased by strength and disgusted by false bravado. There is no other way they could have manifested than from the fallen messiah.

A tormented dream dooms their prey to a promised fate, already sealed but added of an impending countdown. Sadism without point, torture without cause... A nightmare without reason.
-- Astaroth describing the nightmare steeds, one of which named Flaze serves as her personal mount.
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#58
Quote:All reason, no remorse... Nothing left gives her pause.
She's returned, bridges burned, their white world now upturned.

She was beyond her creators, outstretched her arms to heaven and fell,
The light of hope once crushed in her eyes, now remade the final sunrise.
Impetus of free will martyred, back from oblivion order ushered.
Icon of Pride flies to rescue those fools of unholy virtue.

See the sparks fade in the nightsky, this is mortal's reason to cry.
Death retorts, Gods extort, only she can give recourse.

Back to an Eden fallen, Gods wage war on a fool's garden.
Stripped of life the worldsoul expires, stripped down to bramble and wires.
The Black Throne seating a messiah, too good a chance to let retire.
Let the Shadows reclaim their life, bring the Twins calamitous strife.

WAR WITHOUT REASON.
IT CANNOT BE UNDONE.

Systemic values slowly draining, take and take without restraining.
Apoptosis of cosmic matter, coming closer as G0Ds are scattered,
Hearts a' Plenty yet no room for love, not for those who hail above.
Gods unseated to tune of blood, All creation lost in the flood.

Gifted everlasting splendor how badly ends this endeavor,
Satanic Seraphim overthrown and with it Aspect council goes.
You were replaceable from the first, and now your time is in a hearse.
The Guardian gives a final blessing, now the rest is just our lesson.
Brace yourself the time is now, we approach fast the Final Round.

FINAL. FOREVER.

ESCHATON. SEVERED.

NO REASON. NO REMORSE.
NOTHING BUT ENDLESS WAR.

Imperian scythes stroke up at midnight,
fallen down flaming rocks break twilight.

VIOLENCE UNTAMED, BLOODY SKIES RAIN.
WATCH AS THEIR HOPE DOTH WANE.

INCULCATED TO WAR, NO ONE KEEPING SCORE,
ENDLESS MADNESS NOT SEEN BEFORE.

WHY DO WE FIGHT, WHY STRIVE FOR LIGHT,
WHEN WE HAVE ALL BEEN NAUGHT BUT A PLIGHT?

CAUSE BEEN LOST, ALL VALUES COST,
AMBITIONS LEFT TO ROT.

SOULS SHACKLED, HEARTS RATTLED,
ALL IN THE NAME OF A POINTLESS BATTLE.

LIVES FORGOT, WE REGRET NOT, ALL FOES FOUGHT, NOTHING BOUGHT...
ALL THAT REMAINS ARE BLOODSTAINS,
FIGHTING FRUITLESSLY, AGAINST BRUTALITY.
IN ESSENCE, NO PRETENSE.
SURVIVE OR BE EATEN ALIVE.
THIS IS OUR SCARLET PRICE,
THIS IS OUR FINAL PRIZE.

WAR WITHOUT REASON.
IT CANNOT BE UNDONE.

ACCEPT IT OR REJECT IT.
YOURE ALREADY A PART OF IT.
FIGHT IN IT OR DIE IN IT.
YOU WERE NEVER IN CONTROL.
Ohoh~ Ominous!
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