The spear of Ornstein ripped through his chest but he didn't notice, lost in the depths of his own soul he pushed the door open without hesitation.
'I refuse to fear myself.'
The thousands of bloodied eyes on the door judged me but I still kept pushing against it. I refuse to pretend to be something I'm not anymore.
The sheer pressure emitting from the door felt like it threatened my very existence yet I pushed on.
'It is still me. If I buckle from the pressure emitated from something within me then how can I call myself John Moore?'
This power doesn't control me. I may not be able to control it, yes. But I sure as hell won't let it control me.
I am not the "chosen undead".
I am not a beast who revels in cruelty.
I am not an inferno aiming to burn the world down.
I am simply John Moore. And there isn't a chance in hell I will let some goofy ass door say otherwise.
Withstanding the endless pressure I pushed the door fully open as something overwhelmed me. As if trying to overwrite my very self, turn me into a mere beast that only acts for its want.
Sinking...
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Thousands of blacked-out arms reached out from the sea of black-like chains and wrapped around every part of my body. Trying to turn me into a slave to my own desires. Forcing me to fall and lose myself inside my own humanity, turning into a mere beast and nothing else.
Like Manus.
Suffocating.
I can't move.
I can't speak.
(This isn't that bad is it? Let's just give up. Release ourselves from the suffering. Please. I don't want to wake up just feel pain once again.)
It's fine, isn't it? Just let myself be freed from this. No more burdens. No more challenges.
We don't have to suffer anymore.
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''Mr. Undead, please do not lose yourself. You are strong, much stronger than me or my sister. I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I'm not talking about the Blight. I can feel you are struggling, but I know you are strong mister undead!''
Like hell am I going down like this!!!
No more suffering!? I was born from suffering! There are goddam people waiting for me and I'll be dammed before I let myself become the reason I can't see them again!
I won't let anyone hold me down! Not even myself!
I pushed against the chainlike hands with all of my power. The abyssal hands were far too strong.
'I am the one who took down a giant fucking demon by myself. As a mere hollow nonetheless!
I took down the Taurus demon!
I beat the Capra demon with my own bare hands!
I have slain the gaping dragon without help!
I have slain the immortal serpent!
All impossible feats! Some mere fucking hands and the abyss can't tell me what I can and can't do! So what if it's impossible for me to kill Ornstein and Smough!? I did it before, didn't I? I won't let myself be controlled like a puppet!'
The hands shook and broke as my struggle become more frantic. How long have been struggling for? Seconds? Hours? Days? Months? Years? I didn't care, I was going to break these damn hands. They were me and I won't let them control me!
'I am not a tool to feed the flames! I am not a slave to my own desires!'
I have always tried to distance myself from my past and my future. Always trying to scurry away from my problems. Trying to push them down like a coward. Trying to distance myself from myself to not face what I had become.
'I am John Moore!'
The hands yielded as they entered inside me to fuel me with strength.
< Your existence is changing >
The humanity and souls in the environment around me got attracted to me like a magnet and fueled me. I broke off the chains one by one.
< Error: Insufficient *********** . Solution substituting >
Everything inside me was changing.
< Error: Insufficient. Sacrificing : [Sorcery (Catalyst lv.10) ] >
Numerous lines inside myself disappeared turning back into raw energy.
< Success >
Suddenly the overwhelming energy inside of me coalesced into a singularity, bringing something within me.
<{Curse of Undeath} has evolved into {Undeath}>
<{Deranged} has devolved into {Mental Corruption} >