Chronicles Of The Heir, Part 5, Part 2. "Endure Totality, or persist in the doomed world you aren't strong enough to save." The heir can barely hold himself upwards, the beast speaks yet again, its voice echoing within the mind of the heir, speaking as if it is reading through the questions he thinks in his mind. "Yes." The heir looks up, agasp and in shock of the sudden answer. "You had been given a life in which none of your suffering had ever been meaningful or justified, I am asking you to endure more anyway." "..We both know that you know that I only speak in silences." "A thousand faces, all of them yours." The heir speaks, but is interrupted again. "Heir, I am asking you to endure it, you will understand what will happen to you, to others if you do not endure, don't you?" "If you /blink./" "I have had to watch every mean and sordid instant of your life, bound within the constraints of this land." "Although you may hate me, curse me, and beg me, I cannot grant you what you deserve." "This was the choice I made on your behalf, not my own." "..Fate flows straight like an arrow, which is to say it doesnt." ..The heir finally speaks. "..Narrow is the strait." Parcae speaks again. "I gave you Strength." "You bled for your compatriots." "You will not persuade me not to tell you what must be done." ..The heir recoils for a moment.. fist clenching, sweat beading down his face, fear, a primal feeling he had not felt in ages. "..I am asking you how to endure it." "On the strength of my having asked it of you." "..I am asking not to endure it." The heir falls on his knees, clenching the golden spear, hyperventilating, the beast, for a moment, releases a hand off of the loom.. and wraps a tendril around his shoulder. "You must, on my behalf. on their behalf, you must suffer so that they may not." "You must become whole, Noble Sufferer." "You must embrace totality, you have already taken the first steps." "Fester, decay, rot, constraint, struggle, noble sufferer.. in understanding it, you shall find a strength like no other." ...The heir, simply states. "..I accept." The beast softly caresses the heirs head one more time. "Go forth, suffer, suffer so no other will ever suffer again, find a solace unlike any other in the inevitability of the end." "And embrace it." The beast ceases to exist afterwards, having exploded into a that of the varieties of grist, leaving naught by an object, the size of an eye, The heir crawls over.. the weight on his shoulders, gone.. taking ahold of the eye, the heir knows what must be done. ..Ichor spills onto the floor, fingers digging into the socket of an eye long since gone, before finally, something new is slotted, an eye of black-Scalera with a bright, indigo-colored glowing symbol of an hourglass replacing where the iris and pupil would be. ..and soon, the heir feels a tug, a pull at something, as in a rapid motion, he feels every thread, every cosmic tapestry weaved by the beast flow into the socket of the eye, and such, endless, nigh endless visions of doom flash into his vision, he screams, writhing on the ground in agony, barely able to stop himself as he feels the pain and agony of unnumerable versions of himself pulsate through his body, screams of bloody murder having never been vocalized in such a way. The consorts, free of their delusion, look upon their land, their people, and they despair.. their grudges, brought on by the weaves, finally dispelled. The land is finally granted what it deserves, a death with dignity. The next step is taken, there is no turning back. The heir must continue. #gore #horror #cw-eyegore #coth #implications