The air was tense as she worked her way up again. According to the blueprints, she was on floor twenty one and the vent panned down a long way. Azureblade slowly moved forward, constantly monitoring her surroundings but something deep down within her very being reared its head for attention. Something didn’t feel right and she stopped, running scans for any laser trip wires and the like but all her results came out negative. She stalled for a moment, unconvinced and finally pushed herself to move forward very carefully. The stillness only seeked to gnaw at her circuits when the vent groaned loudly. Azureblade glared at the surrounding panels flanking her.
“Did you hear that?”
“Something’s in the vent…”
Azureblade faltered and stared down at the source of the voices. She couldn’t see them but she knew they were there.
“Maybe it’s a petro rat.”
“Heheh…let’s shoot it.”
Azureblade stared in mute horror as she heard the distinctive sound of weapons being primed. Oh frag, she realised when plasma shots speared the vent randomly. White beams of light ripped through the darkness of the vent as more shots fired rapidly through the metal towards her.
…
Strange and unexplained things always seem to burrow their way into the psyche of mankind. Repetitively seeking to bring out and feed off unspoken desires that are in constant conflict from something greater and unseen, a lost, malevolent, ancient deity of destruction.
Even in the depths of one world, he seethes in the confines of the celestial body caging him inward. The Chaos Bringer may lay still but his will still reaches out to ensnare the unwary and wiggle his way into our hearts. Across the reaches of space and time, Light persists and meets the Darkness head on in an attempt to save us. They clash in an endless war of will in a reoccurring nightmare that has echoed across the ages, haunting our very existence, leaving us in their shadow to forever question our own freedom of will. Did it have its limits or is it indeed limitless.
If it is our own to control.
However, Chaos itself cannot be controlled, as was evident in this world of destruction. All that could be seen were two sets of glowing eyes staring intently at each other before turning to acknowledge our very own across the void. One shone with a holy blue which seemed to exude an air of compassion, while the other burned with a sinister purple that harboured an air of contempt. Pinning us down with an accusing gaze like we were parasites, silently questioning why we can run free, while he must remain incarcerated forever.
Yet all that remained of the nightmare was never remembered even as those blazing eyes burned through the flames…