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[i][b]"... Are you ready to see something beautiful?"[/b][/i] The Child asked. 

[i][b]"Sure,”[/b][/i] Cyrus said with a shrug, he had seen death and impossible powers already, [i][b]“why the hell not,”[/b][/i] Cyrus finished as he grabbed the hand of the God Child.  He watched in disbelief as a portal appeared behind the creature and revealed something amazing.  Cyrus could not readily describe the sight ahead of him, though he knew that what he saw was beautiful.  He felt himself get pulled off his feet before the God Child’s hand tugged on his own.  Though initially, Cyrus felt a sense of fear at the thought of floating through a portal, a PORTAL, the awe-inspiring sight ahead had a way of fixing that for Cyrus.  [i][b]“Woah,”[/b][/i] Cyrus spoke as he passed through the portal and into a realm unknown.  His eyes could not help themselves as they scanned the unreal sights that were plentiful to see.  His eyes looked downward, [i][b]“even the fog is beautiful,”[/b][/i] he started before his words were cut short by the sight of a tree.  Was it a tree?  It sure looked like one. Well maybe if that tree had been on steroids for eons, it would fit the description of a one.  It stretched high up into the air and it was also thick and wide, and try as he might discern the size it eventually became realized that this “tree” was simply too massive for his comprehension.   

[i][b]“Behold, the Godforce,”[/b][/i] The God Child spoke 

[i][b]“Woah,”[/b][/i] Cyrus said, once again.   

[i][b]"Ages ago, my predecessors, in the act of ultimate compassion seeded a barren universe and given up parts of themselves so you all may think. May feel. May be able to decide the fates of your own lives. They created the Godforce, the accumulation of all sentient conscious, emotion, thoughts, memories, and personality across the multiverse."[/b][/i] 

[i][b]“That’s,”[/b][/i] Cyrus paused as he searched for the words that might help explain his emotions at the revelation, his head slowly tilting to the side as he thought, [i][b]“whack.”[/b][/i] 

[b][i]"When someone is born, they borrow a piece of the Godforce that gives them the ability of free will. They will go out and gain memories and experience emotions that are absorbed back into the Spectrum when they finally pass which allows the Godforce to go in size and power... to what you see here today."[/i][/b] 

[i][b]"As without the ability to feel, tappear for yourself, to experience memories... you are considered dead...."[/b][/i] The Child used some power and made a white...something appeare in their hand, and the God Child presented it to the group.  [i][b]"... The Awakened owe their powers to the Godforce."[/b][/i] 

Cyrus thought for a second at the information presented, and the information that Britney provided earlier.  He thought of the Glutton and what it craved.  It felt like he was back in high school all over again, sitting in a chair in the media room of the fieldhouse studying tape on his next opponent.  Britney said that the beast craved emotion, adulation even.  How would emotion alone sustain something that is supposedly all-powerful?  He then thought back to the bodies in the lobby, the memory caused a chill to fall down his spine once again.  One with his own hand forced into his chest, while the other looked like it stabbed itself in the throat multiple times with scissors.  Why would someone do that to themselves?  Why would they throw their life away?  Cyrus paused as he thought some more.  Something was not adding up in his head.  He would have to wai- [i]“no, it can’t be-”[/i] Cyrus thought as a possible answer floated into his head. 

[i][b]“The glutton,”[/b][/i] Cyrus started, his eyes darting between the specters beneath him and the base of the tree, [i][b]“it craves the Godforce, doesn't it,”[/b][/i] Cyrus asked as he locked his eyes on the face of the God Child.  While he tried to keep a straight face, the beauty and impossibility of the scene before him forced a small smile to appear.  If he had gone off the deep end, at least he’ll have some fun stories to tell the doc as they try and drag him back.[/center]