((I was honestly expecting Bastion to have been the choice that 'won', though I'd personally have preferred the chance to write for Isaac. Oh well, hopefully this update doesn't suck!))
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"I am Bastion, impervious and undefeated, I shall defeat those that stand before us by crushing their frail bodies with my mighty hands!" roared the loudest of the voices in your head, yet this voice was not the strongest at this time.
"Violence does not make you mighty, at a time like this you may only crush them one by one, yet I may sweep them away in one motion," came another voice, this one calm, tranquil and confident, yet it too, was not the most powerful of the voices that argued within your head.
"Silence, piss-drinker, you spent a thousand years sitting by a waterfall in a forest, you know nothing of might."
There was laughter, laughter that rang in your head as your vision swam, as your finger twitched, squeezing down on the revolvers trigger as you accidentally discharged a round from it. The round that was fired off went wide of its mark, wider than you would have comfortably admitted that you could have missed by had you been able to focus properly.
Laughter, that belonged to neither of those voices that argued over all the others.
"I fail to see what is funny, priest. You are less-" yet that voice was drowned out as further laughter filled your thoughts, yet this time it wasn't laughter that echoed in your head, but your ears. This time, the laughter that you heard was your own.
"I am the aspect of Heka, heed my words wearer of masks for I shall give you but one warning. Call off the dead you dishonour with their eternal twilight, or judgement will be wrought upon your soul."
"N-no, you're dead!" stated the figure as the ghoulish soldiers continued their advance, while the tug of the woman that accompanied you like some lost pup continued unabated at your hand.
"Eurochkoles, I don't know what has come over you, but this is not the time to act crazy!" she hissed, as she looked upon you with wide eyes.
"Kill them, kill them both!" screamed the man, the tone he spoke in for the first time becoming fearful, shrill with emotion as his true colours betrayed themselves to you. His true colours, were ones that would not save in hi this matter however, for in the presence of the dead you were mighty, in the presence of the living, you were a god.
The dead parted like a sea before you as you strode forward, your expression grim as your gazed fixed upon the man before you. Behind you, the female stammered with disbelief as you stepped across the stream, as the dead who straggled, the dead who dared stand in your way fell one by one. Blue was the luminous energy that danced from your fingers like asps, blue was the colour of that what swam through the air towards the stragglers and the defiant.
Blue was the colour of your magic, magic that even now felt greatly diminished as its presence within this world dwindled.
Those that were caught by the blue luminance that danced from your fingers crumpled to the ground with unearthly wails. Black was the colour of the souls that you tore from their shells, freeing them of the torment that had been visited upon them by this defiler who had trapped them in this twilight state.
"Stop him!" screamed the figure in a pitiful manner, yet the ghouls dared not move to oppose you, having seen the manner in what you could simply dismiss them. They dared not oppose you, for they knew that you were a power beyond their false gods, that you were a righteous force of judgement that none could hope to stall.
In your wake the realms of life and death blurred.
In your presence the world of men touched upon that of the gods.
"Stay back, I can offer you the gifts of the Legion, I can offer you-" the simpering coward before you wailed, his voice no longer bearing the sweet tones that it had when he had been calm. You were in no mood to hear that voice screaming for mercy, begging for a chance to survive when you had once more awakened to do your duty upon this world.
"Silence, you shall be judged."
"Judgement isn't your realm, you... you..."
"I am the voice of the soul, I am the heartbeat of the universe, I am all that cannot be understood. The fire of creation burns in my voice and my eyes see into infinity, you have far surpassed the time you had alotted to this world, so I shall deliver you to the gods for judgement."
Your voice echoed in the cavern as you made a slow gesture with one hand, a brief flick of your wrist invoking streams of that same blue luminance to form about the figure. One finger raised as you lifted him from his podium, that same finger beckoned for him to grow closer, before another flick of your wrist - this time one that was almost careless, dispelled the luminance that held him aloft.
The figure fell with a scream, his body twisting as he braced himself for the impact, an impact that had him writhing as he lay on his side, half propped on one arm as he slowly circled about to face you. You drank the terror in his expression like a man would water in the desert, that primal fear cascading from him in waves as you leaned slowly towards him.
"Ammut will dine well upon one who has so long eluded their fate, wearer of masks," you whispered as you moved to kneel beside him, one hand, one impossibly powerful hand taking hold of him by the neck as he flailed in vain. His attempts to break your grasp were as pitiful as he, as you slowly applied pressure to his neck. "Gaze upon my countenance, for in your final moments I shall reveal this. All you fear has come to pass, your numbers are dwindling and the spark of immortality, of magic, is fading ever faster."
The figure thrashed as you continued to squeeze down upon their neck, as you watched those brilliant blue eyes steadily dim.
Each motion became weaker as your presence rendered the man mundane, each successive attempt to break your grasp weaker than the last.
After some minutes, the figure was still.
After some minutes more, you finally released your grasp.
In your presence, the magic that was his nature was dead, in your presence the living could be rendered dead, and the dead could be revived. All it took was a prayer, a ritual, a moment in what the universe was bent to your will to accomplish such a task, yet for that apparent simplicity, you lacked the power to sustain such things indefinately.
"Cremate his remains, he does not deserve the honour of a proper burial," you stated as you turned to face the legion of ghoulish soldiers. "Then add yourselves to the pyre, you do not deserve this dishonourable existance to be inflicted upon you any longer," you added after a moments thought, before starting back through the parted crowd towards the woman who had accompanied that other facet of your being.
Even as you strode through the ranks of soldiers who stood silent, you could feel that dull pressure once more building in your head, that same pressure that had allowed you to voice yourself in this manner. This time however, it was the voice of your current incarnation attempting once more to take control of your- Of his body.
He was weary, yet you were exausted, you knew that without good reason you would not be able to hold on to this moment much longer, that worse still, he could simply push you aside if he so chose to do so.
Did you relinquish control and allow him to leave with the woman who served him, or did you hold on just a little longer as you had something more to accomplish that he would otherwise have been incapable of?
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