Just random stories I write that I hope you all can enjoy. Some stuff will be obvious, but enjoy my own take on these stories. Featuring my own OC, Arno Mercer Cain, and showcasing different sides of him. Among meeting other characters from differen...
One of the hardest things of being alone is the fact you get use to it. Standing at the bottom of a mountain, you feel the endless height of the mountain, soaring above the clouds. Peeking from a top of a skyscraper, you can feel just how distant you can be from beneath the building and further below. Where the stories of a hero was climbing to the top, in a attempt to fight off the villain they been looking for their entire lives. The story has been told, the story has been rewritten, yet what happens to the hero then? Do they become alone? The purpose they have finally completed, does it all vanish in the endless Omniverse that foretold the story happening?
A question, one that always plague the minds of a person, was why?
Why did they sacrifice themselves? Why did they have to do it?
A question that had once plagued Arno's mind, as here he is, standing outside the universes hidden within a place that is above the Omniverse he has traveled. A throne behind him, yet Arno disliked that throne. Mainly since yes, while it did symbolize his status as "God" of the Omniverse, he frankly disliked it due to what it represented.
The Battlefield empty... blood of different races staining his hands... His eyes covered by shadows as a earth shattered scream erupted from his throat...
A sigh escaped the Fool's lips. It was a choice he had made, and yet, he had the right to deny it all those years ago.
But that right shall never return now.
Arno soon walked forward, the place he was in acted more like a Hub if anything, much like the Fortress of Doom from DOOM Eternal or the Hunter's Dream from Bloodborne, Arno had the hub area he had work much more like a home. Considering how he was always traveling with his powers ever increasing, he frankly thought it was a useful option to have.
"Damn well took me a while to actually conisder making it..." He spoke, some annoyance in his voice due to him having to mix together Science and Magic together. While they were opposites, Arno was a rare exception, in being able to use both Magic and Science in harmony, despite how disastorus it would normally be, Arno was well God/Devil.
If only he had told some others to not do it...
His steps soon ended, the sound of them vanishing as Arno looked out at the window. The windows showing the differing worlds he had traveled, or will go to, but all in all, it was a wonderous sight.
Endless Nights, he use to spend them destroying. Endless Nights, he spent them continuing on his own tradition of creating, restoring. Endless Nights, Arno had spent them alone. It was fitting for something about him.
Being above most people, it often meant being apart of being in a world where often, people have been aware of the bigger picture that someone can be within. Yet here Arno was, being apart of knowing that he is a fictional character, thanks to the fact he had ascended, or in the least, had his own Apotheosis. But here Arno was, his thoughts being written outloud on a text being written by a writer.
"And here's the other 4th wall break..." He had said, pointing it out and soon breaking the flow of what was being written, and yet, Arno shook his head, being slightly amused. For he turned to look at something, as here he was, being underneath a tree with a chair fitting his own purpose, or rather, what once was it.
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The vast open skies, the very night itself covered in shining stars that seemed to be luminous, even from where he was standing. Although this was simply apart of the hub home he had, despite him barely using it nowdays, he loved doing this.
Endless Nights had him wondering, from going to worlds such as Genshin Impact, Fate Grand Order, My Hero Academia, Halo, DOOM, Super Smash Bros, DXD, and more. Endless Kingdoms he had been in, helping to either raise them or to crush them underneath his hands, Endless Hours spent screaming at how Arno felt useless before he had ascended...
Those Endless Nights were wonderful memories, memories that were apart of him nonetheless, it had fitted him at first. Being a Watcher didn't fit him, Being God was a curse, Being The Devil was a Sin, in addition, he had wondered if he could be satisfied with it all.
And yet, here he was. Living as he soon had his eyes focused on the various worlds he had been through, the various parts of stories he had recorded, and the days he had spent with the people. Despite it all, it was a wonderful life he has.
"And it is a life I would gladly call mine..." Arno had said, as he soon gave a smile. Sure, he had his own problems, which were frankly just things he had recall to remind himself, and yet he himself had these bloodstained hands as well. But here he was, being apart of a higher place within the Omniverse he had traveled through, all of it was truly a gift to him, even if it can be a curse.
Endless Nights, he had spent wondering, and for him, he chose this path.
Now those nights had passed, and he was gonna race towards the sun when its out, and be a guardian throughout the night. Sure, he is basically whatever.
For now, he was simply content on walking forward.
Arno soon took one last look around the hub he had made and with a brief smile, soon went towards the front door, with a question on his mind.
