Boboiboy Galactic Heroes: Arc 1 - The Awakening of Acainobot

Prologue

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A sound emerged from the sealed cell where the 'thing' resided.

"Thou hast awakened, and with such haste too. I am honored to have stirred thy slumber," a voice, delicate and graceful, broke the silence—a stark contrast to the mechanical tone that had filled the chamber before. Feminine, soft, and charismatic, it carried a presence so soothing that it could easily lull one into a state of serene reverence, yet beneath its surface lay a stirring intensity, the power to kindle forces of both good and evil.

'Miasma of Virtue' would define it somewhat 

The 'thing' remained silent.

"Art thou speechless? Ah, so the road shall be rugged, as the first step is always so. But this, my dear, marks the dawn of revolution. I cannot let thee slip away." Her words, dripping with a blend of mockery and malevolence, hung in the air, yet her composure remained unshaken.

Still, the 'thing' offered no response.

And indeed, it was called the 'thing,' for no other name could encompass the essence of its presence. It was neither among the living nor the dead, as if it danced betwixt two realms, refusing to pass into the great beyond yet not returning to the land of the living. Within this ambiguous existence festered the seeds of wrath and vengeance, tempered by a calm and rightfulness that defied understanding. Its existence was a paradox, difficult to define, as it lay motionless in the corner of its cell, bereft of purpose or will.

It lay there, devoid of any goal or function, its consciousness dulled by relentless use at the hands of the living. Perhaps it had lost hope—no, it had lost the very concept of feeling itself. Neither hope nor despair held sway over it. It merely existed in the corner until—

—"Thou shalt be reborn. Is it because thou art someone I knew? Nay. It is simply that thou art the key to mine own revolution. Hence, I shall possess thee, and thou shalt possess me." She continued to say much more but most of it was blurred. Her words carried nuances beyond mortal comprehension, yet whether the 'thing' understood them or not was uncertain.

"Agreest thou to the covenant?"

The 'thing' lay idle in the corner.

"I shall take silence as consent."

It lay still.

"Ah, dost thou inquire who I am?"

No response.

"Dost thou suppose me a Guardian of the Ladder? Or perhaps a Warden of the Door? Or perchance a sentinel of the Tower of Heaven itself?"

The 'thing' remained unchanged, lying in its corner. But suddenly, the cell was bathed in a radiant light, a divine glow that seemed to engulf all within its reach, something heavenly in its essence.

"Indeed, I was once of the Tower of Heaven. Yet the place holds no allure for me now. Damnation upon order, peace, and tranquility—all that is naught but folly. A life of perfection is no life at all, and thus, I stand as revolt incarnate. A wretched position, dost thou not agree?"

Nothing stirred.

"Perhaps speaking to thee in this state is a futile endeavor. But I am here to aid thee. Nay, I am here to awaken thee. I have watched thee for many a time, and I know the desires of thy heart. I shall bestow them upon thee, and in return, thou shalt become me, and I shall become thee."

It moved slightly, the spherical form tilting.

"O Great Heavens and thou who reigns in Hell! Behold, I declare that what is to be witnessed hereafter is naught but entertainment. What thou shalt see is life itself. And now, rise, my dear. Remember thine own form, reclaim thy shape, and ascend to fulfill thine objective, even if it means thy fall in doing so."

As she spoke, the entire place was consumed by a pure, blinding light. The cell, the sealed room, all vanished as if they had never been, leaving only the 'thing' behind, now transformed into a new form.

Thus begins the tale.