HE WAS even older than she. The first, forbidden, creation of a King of the Dark. No other before this King had succeeded in doing what only Heaven had done. It had been a messy, but thoughtful, affair. The Dark King had pulled from all corners of the Universe. He took particles from the cold, calculating, intelligent logic of the Greater Universe. Matter stolen from the Light gave the creation charm, love, and loyalty. Lastly, came gifts from the dark: revenge, deceit, lust, and anger. The Soul flickered its first pulse of energy and the Dark King was filled with joy and love.
The King's creation was set to misguiding spirits, lost, trying to re-enter the mortal world after their time in Hell had ended. In conducting this dastardly duty the Soul would help the King forge an army to raise against Heaven. The Soul carried out its purpose in that dark land, flickering across the land of ice and lava and unending deaths. It did not question things, for its loyalty was too great and its love too strong. But the Greater Universe was not going to remain neutral for long with regards to this...anomaly. No, indeed, the cycle of energy could not be disrupted so strongly as this for long before the entirety of the Universe collapsed. Instead, the Greater Universe planted a seed of knowledge within the Soul. As this seed grew the Soul became aware of the way of things: Of the struggles of Heaven and Hell and the energy of the spirits which must always re-enter the mortal world after a period of rest or struggle.
Soon, the Soul decided it must right the wrongs it had committed against the Universe and began helping the lost spirits to leave. Then she appeared. She burned so bright that the Soul shied away for fear of burning up itself. Fury and fire and youth and might were all things belonging to her. She, the Dark King informed the Soul, is our Fallen. A gift from their friends in the Light. This troubled the Soul and its seed of knowledge. One made from pure Light could never exist for long in the Dark.
The two learned to work together, to love, and they bonded via the oddity of their circumstances. But then they were always apart. Hell had learned of the Soul's betrayal, for deceit and loyalty were an odd combination, and allowed the Light a try. But the Light could no more hold the Soul than the Dark and so the Soul became the Vagrant until the Greater Universe intervened. It placed the anomaly in an earthly form, a final form, so that it might cycle and be returned to the wilds of the Universe. But the Vagrant was not to be alone. The Fallen was, herself, an anomaly. For the energy from which she'd been formed, the Light, had rejected her but she could still not reside in the dark, her particles disallowed this. So the Greater Universe placed her too in an earthly vessel, alongside her lover. Both within the same womb. Him destined to disappear and her having the decision to fight to return to the light or to pass on to the wilds as well. Bittersweet, it is, but even crueler is that the Vagrant will live this life as a singular soul, a regular spirit, bound to only his knowledge from this life. Too old is the Soul, older than the Fallen, an earthly vessel would perish from the weight of the Vagrant's past. Instead, the Vagrant will only know things in bits or flashes before they again settle to the background.
So he is older than she but, in this life, he is still but a child. Akriel wanders the path and nips at wisps of grass, blissfully unaware of his past. The path he picks at takes him up, higher and higher, until the muddy path gives way to black flowers. He really did have a knack for always finding her. A loud snort escapes his maw when he finds her napping in the grass. "Always so lazy, sister." comes the monotone voice tinged with amusement.
"Speaking."
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Siren's Summit
Akriel <3
