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Eternal Enemies

[Neither is able to kill the other, as they are forever locked in an eternal battle. Fighting for so long neither can even remember why the fight began. But neither are also willing to attempt ending the it, because the fight is all they remember, and all they have left.]

"Y'know. I've been thinking." The Being Of Light said as she gracefully dodged an attack from her Other. As she lands she wiped a drip of blood from falling into her eye and blinding her again.

"Careful. Wouldn't want to fry that empty head of yours." Her Other, The Being Of Dark, teased as she shot a counter attack. He dodged it just as easily, though shifted when he landed on his injured leg wrong.

"Oh, hush! I'm not dumb!" She replied. Her Other only chuckled with a disbelieving tone. She ignored the poke and continued her thought. "As I was saying." She continued, swinging her large weapon as if it weighed nothing. The Being Of Dark swung his own weapon and blocked the attack, using the opportunity to shoot out his own. "I've been wondering: Why are we fighting? Why haven't we stopped already? I can't even remember how we got to this point." The Being Of Light said as she dodged the attack. Her other paused just long enough to send her a glare, thinking this was another attempt at confusing him with a mind game.

"You know very well why we're fighting. I'm not playing this game with you again." The Being Of Dark shot down the open-ended questions as he shot a few more attacks his Other's way. His Other used a series of graceful backflips to dodge them all before arguing her point.

"I'm not trying to trick you this time! It's an honest question!" The Being Of Dark growled and shot one last attack before switching to defense as his Other took her turn to attack him, continuing the graceful dance.

"Fine. 'Why we fight?' Because I am your Other and you mine. Because you create realms and worlds to fill this existence and after a time, once their course has been traveled and Death comes to clear them out, I destroy them and clear space. You are in my way so I move you by force and vice-versa." The Being Of Light makes a mistake as the roles of the fight switch again. Her weight was thrown slightly for a fraction of a second as her heel slipped off a pebble to the ground and causing a throb to radiate off her wounded ribs. It was a small mistake, but one her Other took advantage of. She was swiftly knocked to the ground, weapon tossed well out of reach, her Other's foot pinning her, and his own weapon at her throat. She wasn't struggling or even remotely worried as she calmly continued the conversation, not even winded.

"Yeah, but why? Why are we still fighting? We're clearly evenly matched so why haven't we made peace already? Why are we even still here? Why have we fought for so long?" Her Other's expression shifted just enough to let a hint of hurt escape.

"You don't want to fight me?" His voice was ever so slightly softer, almost sad, as his weapon lowered a fraction of an inch.

"No, no, no. That's not what I meant!" The Being Of Light quickly reassured. "You're my Other! My SoulBleeder! The best I've ever had. I wouldn't trade you for anything in this existence or the next." Leting out a small sigh, her Other relaxed at the reassurance and fixed his stance. His weapon returned to it's position hovering over her neck.

"Good, because I'd not stop figting you anyways. You're mine, I am yours, and you're never getting rid of me." The Being Of Light smiled at him.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I just....." She trailed off before letting her head thunk against the ground, staring at the sky. "We've been fighting for so long, Bane Of My existence. I can't even remember how I became Me and you became You. How did we even end up how We Are? Where did we start? What were we like before becoming personifications of Creation and Destruction? I'm just....." She trailed off with another sigh she closes her eyes. Even if her Other did take this to try and kill her, it wouldn't stick. "I'm tired of fighting." Her Other was quiet for a few long moments as he stared down at her.

"We have been fighting for a while, Thorn In My Side." He conceded. "But we cannot stop. Maybe we could before we became Us, but now we can't. We do and existence as we know it decays." He pulls his weapon from his Other and backs off her. She lays there, tilting her head to watch him as he kicks her weapon over to her just as easily as she wields it. "With us being What We Are we have no choice but continue." The Being Of Light sighs heavily. She pulls herself up and grabs her weapon anyways, falling into her familiar fighting stance.

"Though," Her Other slowly drawls, a large smile creeping up his face as the two begin to circle each other. As is their usual ritial before starting a fight. "I can't say I don't enjoy it, My Beloathed." The Being Of Light felt her own smile creep up as she chuckles.

"Couldn't agree more, Scourge Of My Life." With that the two flew back at each other, weapons swinging.