Clockwork watched the giant pendulum sway through the study. The large silver weight reflected Clockwork's worn and aged face in its shimmering surface. And then the reflection changed as the wrinkles receded into his rapidly shrinking face, giving way to large young eyes and a swirl of white hair.
"You haven't gotten that under control yet?" Nocturne said.
"It's nothing to control. Just like time itself, the changes in my appearance can not be controlled," Clockwork said, his body had begun to shrink down to the size of a toddler.
"I remember a time where you could stay in one form just fine."
"I was less powerful then."
"And better looking."
"If you have only come here to mock me, then I must ask that you leave."
"Did I hit a nerve dear brother?"
"You are hitting my patience."
"Then I will make this quick, I am here to request that you free Pariah."
"What nonsense, I refuse to listen to this garbage." Clockwork began to get up from the old couch.
"How long should he have to suffer before you forgive him?"
"It is not up to me to forgive him, it is up to the rest of the Ghost Zone."
"They barely remember his name anymore. Most of the ghosts he hurt have moved on."
"And the rest will spend the rest of their afterlife in fear if I let him out."
"How cruel you are towards your own brother! The three of us came out of the void together and one day we will return. Do you want your return to be marred with hatred?"
"The day for our brother to earn his second chance will come soon. But not today. I will not open that box and if you try I will stop you." Clockwork said.
Eons ago when life was created, the three of them were born from the chaos fully formed in the Ghost Zone. Time, space, and momentum. As the universe expanded so did their power and influence. Clockwork could see the birth, life, and death of the universe before his eyes, and the many ways its death could come prematurely. Nocturne could expand his body past any normal limits and invade spaces deep inside of others. Learning of their innermost desires and fears and manipulating them for his own needs. And the last brother, the Pariah, picked up strength and fire as he moved throughout the lands, fighting battle after battles, and destroying each wall he came across until there was none left for him to crash through. But, once something is set in motion it can not stop on its own, so the last brother turned on the rubble left behind for fulfillment. One gastly reign as ruler of all later, and time was forced to find an unbreakable wall to trap him in.
"How little respect do you have for your last brother, for you threaten me so?" Nocturne scorned.
"You misunderstand, for I have enough respect for you that I know you will heed my warning." Clockwork said.
With a heavy silence Nocturne left the tower at the edge of time, his vast mind racing through all the possibilities. Until he realized there was a little man in a lonely castle who craved nothing but power and control. Deep in the inner space of the man Nocturne whispered into the dreaming mind, "It should be you on the throne of the dead with the crown of fire and ring of rage. Only then will the world learn what you have always known. The world belongs to Vlad Masters."
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Three Dead Brothers
FanfictionNocturne and Clockwork are siblings and have an argument about the third sibling, Pariah Dark.