The Book Of Procrastination.

Sequel to Lullaby for a Prince

Written on July 4, 2019

!!!Warning: Self harm!!!
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Seto panted. Magic exhaustion from the fight slammed into him like a bag of bricks. The red runes on his arms faded to black as he fought off Entity's code. The sorcerer took a moment to figure out his location. All he saw was a barren wasteland of white dust and rocks. He then looked farther out and spotted a blue orb in the dark sky. He then realized that his techno-organic body only relied on the Android half of itself and shut down the magic-infused, human part of itself which thankfully lessened the weight of the magic exhaustion.

Seto smiled under his mechanical mask that was a part of his body. "So he managed to banish me to the moon..." He muttered to himself. A small tear rolled down his cheek.

He glanced down at himself. His jacket was tattered and bloodied, his jeans had holes at his knees, the bottom of his tank top ripped off. His boots were fine though. "Advantages of being Lust, I guess.." He rubbed the faintly glowing rune on his neck.

Slowly and painfully, he got up and searched for supplies. After five minutes of walking, he came across a small village. He looked around for a viewing point to get a view of the entire village. Smiling when he found one, he tried to spread his wings only to bite down a scream and groaned in pain. He looked at his black feathered wings. I can still move them, so they're probably just sprained.. He sighed. "Better let them rest, then." He muttered to himself.

He tied his tattered jacket around his waist and peered up at a cliff. He cautiously climbed the ledge, although he found it a bit difficult since his wings that hung from his back were dragging him down. Taking deep breaths of artificial air from his mask, he eventually made it to the top. His eyes scanned the town and let his system gather as much information as it can.

The small village was like a beehive. Villagers did their jobs while children ran around and played. Seto's programming decided that they were hostile after sensing a large amount of magic within them but also decided that these children were passive at the same time sensing no history of weapons or violence making his head hurt. The sorcerer smiled under his mask remembering his kingdom back home.

Seto then realized that he had not eaten since he.... turned. He placed a hand on his growling stomach. "I swear, immortality can be a curse.." he muttered to himself.

You see, Seto is a god. The forever-teenaged god of deceit to be more exact. While he couldn't be killed from outside forces like starvation or lack of air, he could perish from weapons and magic. This is the reason the cat-like god did not worry about food as much as he should be. However, he still can feel the struggle to breathe and the pain of starving to death. This is the part Seto was not fond of.

He sighed and turned around. "Well, a shelter would be nice..." He said quietly to himself. He couldn't help but to hesitate and look back at the village with a sense of longing for their exotic blood. He gulped and tore himself away from the village.

Seto wondered for hours on end looking for a decent sized shelter to settle down in. He stopped at the rim of a medium sized crater. 'This'll do.' He thought and jumped down. A flash of baby blue light that appeared several feet beside him caught the god's eye. He crept over to it, ready to fight.

A mirror materialized in front of him. Its golden rim was decorated with twin intertwined snakes on each side of the mirror and three skulls on top symbolizing the Wither's power. Seto instantly recognized it and smiled. Jason's deceased parents decided to help him out, but for it to work, he needed to rhyme.  'How the hell am I supposed to rhyme here?!' His smile fell.

"Well.. here goes nothing.." Seto took a deep breath. "Magic mirror here in space," The mirror glowed faintly. Images of the fight flashed in his head making him tear up. "Show me my brother in his place." He finished his command.

The image on the mirror melted to a balcony. Colors flashed all around the setting. Seto recognized it as the Overworld, or Earth.

'It's July Fourth..' He realized. He then focused on his twin brother. Skylar wore his royal outfit. However, his sleeves were rolled up and bloodstained. Seto then spotted blood dripping off his hand and running from his wrist. "No, no, no, no! You... You promised! You promised me that you'd stop cutting!" He yelled with tears falling from his eyes, but he knew that the wolf-like god couldn't hear.
Minutes later, a young girl in her late teens, one of the goddesses of music, came out to join his brother. "Mortals' customs are beautiful, aren't they?" She smiled. Her red gem glowed with power.

Seto watched his brother and his girlfriend converse. "Even in death, Entity finds a way to torment us..." Skylar mumbled. The siren seemed to think for a moment then replied, "That's just how special you four are." Adagio's hand laid on the Brine's, their fingers intertwining.

"Hey.. you did what was best for the Nether," She paused and looked up at the firework show. "and you did what Seto asked you to do. He'd be proud of you." Sky smiled softly at the thought and joined his girlfriend in watching the show.
Seto smiled when he caught the faintest mutter of "Happy Fourth of July, Seto.." The cat turned around and sat against the mirror and listened to the soft booms of the fireworks. Then, all the grief and exhaustion filled him. He brought his knees to his chest and laid his arms across them. He buried his head in his arms and sobbed. He cried for his brother. He cried for himself and the predicament he's in. He cried and cried until he passed out against the mirror.