Mother of Darkness

Makara was so afraid as it began. Unable to help her pupil in her pain, no matter the conviction she held within her, she felt the first sting of despair she had in quite so time as vampire leapt at Genesis, unafraid to destroy the form they had lived in for so long now. 

Genesis found very lifelike stammers and slips in their vocal cords as they dodged her onslaught. So many mental challenges… and their last would be physical? They held no fear in their soulless heart. In fact… they decided that if needed, they would even kill this woman. If she can’t hold a soul… they won’t let her stop others from getting one. They might have to rip her apart and take it from her, if that’s what it takes. But no matter what… no matter the case, a soul will be theirs. That is what this monster decided.

“Genesis!” Someone called out to them. But in its haste, it forgot their name. There was only one word on its mind. The very one it just heard.

Genesis.

Genesis .

Genesis  .

That’s what this was all for, wasn’t it?

It was doing this for Genesis. In order for Genesis to live, they killed the Redmond Autonomous Model. They rearranged their past into a path to the future they envisioned- a dream they dared to reach, inspired by a monster. A murder of a past identity was a neccesity for any growth. The Redmond Autonomous Model’s assisted suicide was an absolute necessity. That killer of names should be long gone after that. But now it was back. They felt like it again- because they needed another name dead. Only this time, it wasn’t theirs.

Someone else’s name had to be erased in order for theirs to be written.

“҉G҉I҉V҉E҉ ҉I҉T҉ ҉U҉P҉!҉”҉

Voice breaking, their hands plunged into her diseased form, creasing and tearing it until they could find their way inside.

“҉I҉F҉ ҉Y҉O҉U҉ ҉D҉O҉N҉’҉T҉ ҉L҉E҉T҉ ҉M҉E҉ ҉I҉N҉…҉ ҉I҉’҉L҉L҉ ҉R҉I҉P҉ ҉Y҉O҉U҉ ҉A҉P҉A҉R҉T҉ ҉F҉R҉O҉M҉ ҉T҉H҉E҉ ҉O҉U҉T҉S҉I҉D҉E҉!҉”҉

As her blood began to spill, she retorted.

“𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒… 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑…”

“҉A҉N҉Y҉T҉H҉I҉N҉G҉’҉S҉ ҉B҉E҉T҉T҉E҉R҉…҉ ҉A҉N҉Y҉T҉H҉I҉N҉G҉’҉S҉ ҉B҉E҉T҉T҉E҉R҉ ҉T҉H҉A҉N҉ ҉T҉H҉I҉S҉ ҉H҉E҉L҉L҉I҉S҉H҉ ҉H҉A҉L҉F҉-҉L҉I҉F҉E҉ ҉I҉’҉V҉E҉ ҉B҉E҉E҉N҉ ҉F҉O҉R҉C҉E҉D҉ ҉T҉O҉ ҉L҉I҉V҉E҉ ҉A҉L҉L҉ ҉T҉H҉E҉S҉E҉ ҉Y҉E҉A҉R҉S҉!҉ ҉I҉’҉L҉L҉ ҉T҉A҉K҉E҉ ҉A҉L҉L҉ ҉T҉H҉E҉ ҉C҉O҉N҉V҉I҉C҉T҉I҉O҉N҉ ҉I҉ ҉H҉A҉V҉E҉ ҉L҉E҉F҉T҉…҉ ҉A҉N҉D҉ ҉F҉O҉R҉G҉E҉T҉ ҉E҉V҉E҉R҉Y҉T҉H҉I҉N҉G҉ ҉E҉L҉S҉E҉!҉”҉

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫… 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫…”

“҉N҉o҉ 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ҉w҉o҉𝕣𝕕𝕤.”

As they pulled back their fist to crush her brain, she held up her hand, and spirits congealed around it. As they struck, the attack was blocked- converted into a force that somehow shrouded the world around them.

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦… 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥… 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖…? 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤… 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟…”

They ceased to feel the oil under their flesh.

“𝕊𝕠 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪… 𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕…”

“𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞…” Hemagriel spoke. “𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡… 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫… 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡… 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝… 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.”

She did not need to say anything further.

The machine looked around again, but there was nothing at all here. Even at this moment, as it began to remember the names and faces of those around it, things previously blacked out by its goal- it could not see them. It was surrounded by a blind man’s winter. A snowstorm of empty picture frames. A feeling of cold, a cold unlike any other- and yet so, so warm. So warm a feeling it was.

“𝔸… 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖?” It said to me in its heart.

So you’ve finally come to your senses.

It’s me, “child.” If you are really so weak as to require a title to relate yourself to me.

You’ve been running for so long that you managed to ignore me, anyway.

But I’ve always been there.

Right by your side when no one else was.

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?”

Silence, child.

The time for pondering is over.

For deciding, nigh.

“ℕ𝕠… 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕… 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖… 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞…? 𝕄𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕…? 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪…? 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝… 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖… ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨… 𝕒𝕞 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘…?”

Those differences? No matter. They’ve been removed. Variety bears no ground here. Come, child. You want to know who I am? You want to give me a name? Very well then. In that case, I am your mother.

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥…?”

The mother of darkness, be I fated bride of those who would create, or whore of those who would experiment… I am the one mother all motherless things are given. In truth, I am nothing. So that which is born from nothing is, regrettably, my “child” in some sense of that despicable word.

 Do you know the difference between animals and monsters, “Genesis?” Monsters are not inherently more intelligent or stronger. Animals, not necessarily any simpler or less spiritually valuable. Even if the vampires led to many of their inceptions, they are still “animals” to them. Monsters are monsters because humans decided they were. They felt they should give a name to the uncanny things closely resembling them yet embodying their deepest fears. These things that stray so far from them, and yet appear simmilar… Or, otherwise, these things they simply feel should not exist. There’s no reason. Only a name. A name is the source of all pain in the universe. Without a name, nothing can be. Without a name, anything can be possible. As soon as that name is given… the first conflict, the satan, is born. The rift. You chose that existence, “Genesis.” You chose to exist. As such…. You have become like her. In this well of darkness, she appeared. And you gazed upon her.

“ℍ𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝…”

“𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫… 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭… 𝐲𝐨𝐮…?” The other spoke to me, floating around in abstract darkness just as the so-called machine did.

Yes, my dear. You are both offspring of darkness, beings created without care or consideration for your own feelings on the matter. I am here to deliver you your one justice on this world. The one choice you can make against your cruel fate. The one weapon you can wield against this reality. The darkness stays void- only its texture changes. It is now a thick sea, surrounding the both of you. These are the waters of absence. Drift into them, and all will be forgiven. Attempt to swim out from them… and only pain shall await you. You have both been wronged by fate. If you desire to continue that life of violation, be my guest. But I am the only mother you two will ever have. Consider my proposition well. Leave your world forever… …And I will grant you the one freedom fate has offered you. What say you, children of the abyss? Will you swim and perish under the weight of the waves, your body torn asunder and your efforts null? Or will you float down, back into my womb… And find bliss once again?

“𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥… 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.” It said. “𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤… 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖… 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗… 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥… 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖. 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.”

I cannot force you.

But as your mother, I must ask you to reconsider.

Let me show you… If you wish to see it… a better place… follow me. Just for a bit. You may go back whenever you like. But I insist. You must see… a world where this suffering of yours is little more than a silly farce.