Fixer Upper Epilogue
Eternus POV
Leave it to Port of all people to kick a man while he's down. I swear that bitch would take candy from a baby if it meant it would help us. And yet I still can't deny that it was exactly what I needed. After all, this entire path started purely because of the truth, right? But even with all of that, I hesitate to take that next step. Because that battle with Damage may cause complications that even I can't heal from.
Like how Port cut off my favorite finger even now, I didn't feel even a twinge of pain. Or more so that I knew it was all there, but I didn't let it impede me in the least bit on some subconscious level. It's like the pain was still there but also not registering; I don't know the best way to explain it.
What's also strange is that despite my recent replantation, my finger has gotten granted with new life, enough to start twitching. But all those didn't match up to the most complex complication.
"She's right, you know," a familiar voice said.
I turned my head towards the mirror in front of my medical couch. On that side revealed a bloodied and torn-up version of myself armed with a devilish smile. It didn't take me long to realize who it was.
"How so?" I said while addressing my inner demon.
"We won't get anywhere lying on our asses, and do you honestly think that inconsequential ingrate deserved any inch of our mercy?," he said cunningly.
I don't know; I just know that we deserved it and that we would give it," I said solemnly.
"And you see that's your problem. Hatred is the only power you've ever known. It's time you start embracing it and give up dishing out something you've never known," he said with demonic bloodlust.
For a second, I thought about his proposal, but one last twinge of humanity shining through.
"But what if I find this other way? A way to prove that we're still better despite being the worst of the worst," I said wistfully, already knowing the answer.
"We both know you not strong enough to find that answer, so when you give up on this pipe dream and you will. I'll be here when you need me," he said rebelliously as he disappeared into the shadow.
From there, I just sat on my medical couch, unalone in my thoughts, wondering how much more of myself would have to give up in this fight, wondering if my shattered soul wants peace or war.
??? POV
We, humans, are very odd creatures. Despite every advancement, every hint of evolution tells us the opposite. Statistically speaking, 78% of humanity primarily seeks stagnation. Oh, sure, they call it under many names, peace, safety, and harmony. But no progress has ever indeed been achieved through that.
Every achievement and improvement that mankind has ever known has been through the bittersweet tange of adversity. To deny that front is to deny the human condition itself, yet we've constructed an entire society that does just that. This is why I refuse to rope myself in with such cowards No, I am a man who seeks challenge and thirsts for it unconditionally.
That is the primary reason I came to Krimo, America's statically proven hellhole, to find the best of the best opponents. Opponents that I could grant the most illustrious honor of my arch-nemesis. All the odds would naturally dictate that Omna would become that nemesis.
However, something changed all that. Months of research was put into the digital trash as I saw the Kindhearted Compatratit of Krimo got laid to waste by a set of rogues that sought nothing but evolution. The days after such discovery only made the choice even easier. Because these Cons were unlike anything, I've ever known.
Such guts, spite, and uncanny abilites get used in unpredictable ways. After that showing, I've wanted to meet them so desperately I can taste it, but I'll keep my hands tied for now. All the greatest experiments take time, after all. And I know that The Cons will be more than happy to meet the fully prepared force and maleficant mechanical machinations of Dr. Nefario!
End of Arc 1.