Spectacular World

The Daughter And Son

Once upon a time, there was a young boy. One said to have been found by a great Devil. This Devil took the boy in and raised him as his own. But the Devil didn't want a son. He wanted a weapon. One that would obey him always and help him slaughter his enemies. He wanted something that could devour the Sun.

So he raised this boy up. He forged him powerful armor and gifted him a weapon that was alive so long as the child trusted it—a partner for this young boy, and he drilled into him the image of what true power should be. Slowly, this child grew and eventually surpassed that of his mortal shell as the Devil fed him more and more. Bigger and bigger, this child became until soon only one word could truly describe him.

Of course... This is just a story.

Right?

The air smelled of salt. The sand felt nice on his feet. Jack took a moment to roll his pant legs up. He dipped his hand into the water and raised it above him, allowing it to drip down onto his red hair. The sun cast down from above, feeling great on his skin, and he couldn't help but smile.

He felt so good.

He hadn't felt this good in years.

His heart didn't ache.

Not right now.

He walked along the beach. That was all that it was. Just a vast set of sand and a sparkling ocean. Something he had all to himself. Though he wasn't alone, that would have been sad, and this was a moment of peace.

"Papa!"

He spun around and opened his arms wide as his daughter landed in them. He fell back into the sand, hugging her tightly. He couldn't really get a good look at her. It was all so blurry, but it was enough. Even knowing this was fake and that it was the sword's doing, he relished the moment for a bit, feeling her in his arms once again.

"Papa, where did you go!" She whined.

"Papa had to leave for a while... He- He'll be leaving again soon..." He felt his voice crack and his arms gripped tighter around the child.

"But I want you to stay!"

"I do, too."

"So then stay." A new voice responded. He looked up, and for a moment, he saw her. It was all so blurry, hard to make out, but he could see part of her. Her brown hair, her dog like ears, and the claws that come from her fingertips.

"Hell Hound?"

"Stay just a bit longer." The woman said softly. "It's nice here."

She was right there. He just needed to take the hand, and he-

"Cut it out."

All at once, the pain was back. He felt his body change. His eyes lost their spark, his heart filled with pain, and he wanted in that moment to make the pain stop. "Ah, you're no fun." The voice of Avalon filled his head. The man didn't seem to be with him. Jack no longer stood on the endless beach. Rather, he was nowhere. Sort of. A blank white void. A place outside of time and space, waiting for the sword to take him to where he needed to go to tell the next part of the story. "Did you have a nice dream?"

"I'll kill you." Jack gripped the handle of the sword.

"Don't forget about our little price. You'll have to pay me back for letting you use Story Maker." Avalon's voice was all around him, and Jack craned his neck, feeling the bones in it crack.

"Yeah, yeah." He raised the sword up, holding it out in the air. "Enough stalling. Take me to her. You said I have it till midnight. That's less than an hour. I'll take her down before time is up."