Freedom

What…. Is this…? He asked in himself in astonishment.

He was still looking up at the advance, when he saw a bright, blue, and fluorescent light trinkling down like a smoky ember as it trailed.

It was a slight beam, small in its size as it resembled a shape of a marble, and it flickered continuously. 

His surprise was shown as his eyes widened largely, the light reflecting his eyes felt painful and blinding at his senses, as it was a long time since he had seen a ray of light shining, the light he considered brighter than a sun.

It broke the veil of black he had long since been accustomed to and for a moment he was transfixed in the sudden descending sight. It pushed through the fog of his thoughts and stirring a sense of wonder he had not felt since the creation of Celghause, his first very own star.

Amazement was felt through his mind, even at that distance it was overwhelming, and as it appeared, it was replaced by seething anger, the rage that lingered before was now set in his mind again and more, fiercer than ever now that he saw through it.

This light, was a horrid lie.

This is not real, from them, I now, it.

He knew who had sent it here, his damned siblings.

This was a torturous mirage from his jailors, a laid-out bait for a satisfactory expression they would take pleasure in.

They want me to feel delight. They want my eyes to shimmer, look like how a child would when looking at a star shine for the first time.

Never

He defied this thought in his mind.

He knew that this was a trick played from his siblings, what else could it be? After everything they've done? A sick joke this was, a vile trick meant to bring him starry eyed wonder, only to be whisked away at the same moment.

That's how they would've done this irritating machination, and it filled him with fury as his blood boiled over and his eyes seeing a color of red, darker than velvet.

Those insipid, haggard bastards.

This was something they would've done, as his first years he spent growing up with them, learning their true faces he knew how they acted, there cruelly inane actions haunted him in his earliest years on how obscene they were.

ARE ALL OF YOU JOKING ME!!"

And as he's thoughts tipped over, overflowing in vast amounts, a shrieking cry came rising and breaking out from his chest, erupting out. The sound that had arisen was hoarse and dry, breaking apart as his scream painfully splintered like jagged glass.

It was a release of everything he held back, and a geyser of profanities were finally let out.

"HAHAHA!! Is this the best you bastard gods can do!!, a tiny fucking twinkle of light?" His voice was breaking as hw spoke. "A pathetic glimmer of hope? The best you can all do is this?"

He spat his insults, unhinged and wild as his manic laughter echoed brokenly, slicing through the still silent void-scape like a blade. It hurt so much when he screamed, it was a long time since he muttered a single word, as his sentences were shattered to fragments, and his roar like a banshees screech, but he did not care.

All he cared about was blaspheming this light.

He locked with the light as it descended, staggering as he focused his sight on that taunting, insulting light as it danced out of his reach. He's body trembled in fury, his body straining against the chains that held him, they vibrated from his rabid movements but no matter how he moved they wouldn't break.

"Are these tricks the best all of you can do!!?" he roared out "After knowing all of you, your wicked perversions and all of your corrupted delights, this, this is all to fucking pathetic even for all of you!!".

His raging bellows kept spilling forth, his crazed laughter loudly echoing out the expanse, but the light remained, still falling in its cruelly beautiful deception as if to mock him and his pain.

The light looked amused from above, dangling in front of him like bait, hanging like a false promise of escape.

He hated in his heart the comfort it strangely brought him, the relief from the nothingness he felt in his jail, that warm minute sun in his face, knowing its visage was a means to enforce his pain, a reminder of his hopelessness in eternity.

It steadily became quiet.

His laughter faded, all of his energy drained, this ever-blazing attempt of a revolt coming to a halt as his breath became ragged and he gasped for air, for he realized his futile actions.

They weren't listening, they never were, they were not even laughing as it was impossible for them to even see into this space.

The powers his siblings converged in order to create this space had the tantamount purpose of letting nothing and no one from entering or coming out. The spectral light was an enigma in his void, how had it got in? How had it advanced this far? Had his siblings, the dullard's as they were, managed to summon a gate through this place?

Did they manage to gain access? Is this the start to their painful subjections?

Is it a matter of time? How? Are they waiting? Can I hear them?

Will I see them again? Do they want vengeance? Damn this. Are they going to kill me?

How will they begin with this? No…no…no. no.

As he thought of the possibility, that they may resume their battering on him, the realization as the torture to may continue and remain constant in his sentence set his heart in fear, and as the despair set in, the descending light finally stopped, halting in front of his eyes.

It was blindingly close, his eyes hurting more as it was in place directly at his forehead, flickering a bright blue light. He analyzed, it and it was bright, now even more, brighter now that it was close. In his chest, a creeping feeling came to and it sent shivers down his spine.

He felt himself compelled, almost drawn to it as it shimmered.

He asked a question.

"What are you? Huh, did my siblings send you?" he muttered, his voice having hints of defeat as he eyes tightened. "Is this the start of a forever torture, a routine? Are you taunting me?.... answer me, little light.". He said with in an empty and null tone, his sanity showing cracks, and fear setting in his heart.

This is tiring… painful.

"My siblings think themselves clever, sending a little light show for me". He clenched his jaw, swallowing the bitterness rising up.

Away, with you.

"Why are you here? Why did they send you to me?" In his mind he actually thought it would answer, how? He didn't know, he mused that he was going deranged if he kept talking. "... Nothing, ey?"

He became desperate for the light to respond at it stayed in his eyes.

"If you are their instrument, if you can converse with them, if you are their messenger or one of the kinds." His voice trembling as he spoke these words. "Then tell them this… I've had enough…. come on… tell them I've had enough… tell them they finally have their retribution, they have won… they did so long ago now". He said before meekly trailing off.

The light did not answer, as if it was observing him in his descent to madness, observing he's struggle. He chuckled to himself, the sound barely above a whisper at his discovered insanity, how had he fallen so low, he wondered to himself.

He once decorated the void with worlds, illuminated the vast landscape with stars, and in the planets, masteries of life that thrived on in infinite forms.

He ruled over nations peacefully, he loved everything he had created, the lives he let live, he cherished their company, every creation made by his hand, he cared for.

"WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE!!" he bellowed out in-rage. "DAMN YOU!!". his limit was reached as his mind became abhorrent of the star..

This had to stop.

In this place, in his ever long time being chained in this chamber, there was no pain, maybe the straining of his arms or the stretching of his abdomen being weighted down, but no suffering, just dull nothingness where you can't even feel alive.

He had only his thoughts to keep him company on, and on the millenniums that he had hanged here, in his mind, there was only resentment, and the question of how long he was in here.

And a final plea escaped his voice, shuddering as he spoke.

"What…. are you?"

The light still did not respond, how could it? It was only a mere flicker in this damned void.

Tell me you vagrant of a star, show your true form.

He lamented his unsound psyche, talking to a light was stupid, foolish was this endeavor. Until the thoughts in his mind were abruptly interrupted, by a soothing, melodic voice that bathed his body.

"Freedom"

The voice was gentle, a motherly voice that contained a soothing touch like warm cloth to a wound, like the sounds of the universe, vast and infinite as it carries with it the whispers of stars and the hums of galaxies, all encased in a single word, rippling out.

He had dearly missed how this sounded.

"What…."

And in that moment the little light erupted in a cataclysmic detonation, its size doubling as glorious white light came bursting across the black chamber almost illuminating its entirety. The shockwave tore through the black giving way to absolute brightness, as it slowly spread through its very being.

At the core, the dangling being was being blown out by the immense pushing force it generated.

"WHAT IS THIS!??"

He felt the wave of energy, almost being overwhelmed by it as it rushed at him, and in that space of time he felt the chains of his bound arms, legs, and neck being withered away crumbling to pieces.

He thought this impossible, a power capable of utterly destroying a world material.

And as the remaining remnants of the binds were being whisked away, he felt himself a relief, and he felt himself free.

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