[spoiler]sorry I slacked off on this post, dealt with an essay that I just realized this morning was due on a later week, not this Sunday. But hey, at least I got a good head start on it.[/spoiler] [quote]"In the empty space between worlds lies a place where memories, feelings, and thoughts become flesh and steel... the Between." - Intrigue, aspect of curiosity[/quote] A humanoid figure approaches a vast doorway to a temple of sorts. He wears a simple jacket with a spike protruding from both of his forearms, a necklace of barbed wire in place of string but he does not seem concerned with the wounds, as if used to the pain. He looks to the sides of the door to see rows of pink roses. The being kneels down to touch one of the rose's petal, only for it to turn black and wither away, starting from the point of contact. He did not show signs of surprise and opened the door. Inside was a hallway with shattered pillars supporting the stone ceiling, despite not physically touching it. The walls bear carvings with a faint red glow on each depicting conflicts between the figure and others. As he proceeded further into the temple, he could hear some chatter among several individuals. At the end of the hall lied a vast open room with several seats circled around the center of the room. The beings within varied drastically, from a male in a praetor suit with blood red skin to a female wearing a severely worn trench coat, bearing numerous scars and burns on her arms and face. When he entered, none of them notice him at first until they heard his sinister, deep voice. ???: Brothers and sisters... Everyone of them turn to face him. ???: Humanity has found themselves in yet another time of suffering that they have brought upon themselves since the dawn of their pitiful existence. The blood red male speaks, although he sounds quite frustrated. ???: ENOUGH OF YOUR LITTLE AGENDAS TRAUMA! PERSISTANCE, NOSTALGIA, AND BRAVERY HAVE STOPPED YOU BEFO-! He gets cut off by the scarred female, Persistence. She looks at one of the others in the room. Persistence: Nostalgia, what were some of the struggles they endured? I lost track of what they were. Nostalgia nods and red smoke swirls around his right hand and her eyes changed to a sudden realization, as though she suddenly remembered something. Persistence: The plague, every major war. We stopped you everytime, we will do it again. Sorry Rage, someone had to bring it up Trauma: Persistence... or should I call you stubbornness, humanity deserves every bit of suffering I unleash upon them. Their time in the world has-. He gets cut off by the sound of a shotgun being loaded by Rage as he stands up. Everyone looks at him, most with some sign of intimidation. Rage: YOU LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE S---, KNOW YOUR PLACE! Trauma lets out a faint chuckle. Trauma: Your little hierarchy hangs on a thin string. We only listen to you to spare our ear drums and minimize the damage here. Rage lets out a frustrated grunt before sitting back down. Trauma: it seems you all need some time to sort out whatever pathetic thing you were doing here. I will leave you be. Trauma turns around and heads back the way he entered. [quote]"Seeking a chance to shift the odds in his favor for this opportunity, Trauma wandered the Between in search of a being with great potential to become his Chosen." -Nostalgia, aspect of memory[/quote]