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A voice brought awareness to Orvus’ senses, and he opened his eyes to blackness. He was in the nothingness again, and the overwhelming sense of peace he once had, washed over him like a gentle wave. He had longed for this moment the minute he had entered into… The Architect’s moon… He looked around, suddenly aware that this wasn’t right. He was not in the nothingness, he lay at the bottom of a crushing ocean. Unable to move because of the shame he felt. Because of the moon…

Just as it came, his peace abandoned him. Disrupted by a peel of laughter. High pitched and infuriating in tone. Orvus spun around to see himself. Four of himself to be precise, each a different color, and one was oddly shaped like a female. 

There was a blue Orvus, a red Orvus, a purple Orvus, and the female Orvus was an inverted version of himself, color wise. They sat around a circular wooden table, suspended in the space before him. The table was bare, except for an odd dagger. It looked so familiar, but Orvus couldn’t quite place it. Each of these Orvus’ had different expressions in their eyes.

The blue Orvus held one of emptiness and sorrow, while the red Orvus looked perpetually enraged, while he fidgeted in his seat. The purple Orvus looked joyous, his eyes seemed to be smiling and both of his hands were interlocked upon the table. Almost as if he was expecting something. When Orvus looked at the female version of himself, her black eyes expressed boredom and as if she would rather have been anywhere else. These Orvus’ confused Orvus to say the least. 

The Purple Orvus then spoke. His voice was perpetually delightful, and Orvus found it highly irritating. 

[color=Mediumorchid]”Well, what are waiting for you? Take a seat Orvus! We’ve been expecting your arrival for some time now.”[/color] The purple Orvus gestured to the spot between the blue and red Orvus. Orvus hesitantly sat down upon the wooden chair, and faced purple Orvus with a blank stare. Purple Orvus didn’t seem to connect with Orvus’ expression and continued talking. 

[color=Mediumorchid]”Who would have thought that talking to yourself would get so boring? Well, spoiler alert, it certainly does! But now that you’re here we can finally begin and I must say, I do hope you will enjoy your time with us. In fact, I might be so bold to say that you are the life of this little party. How would I even know that? Well, it beats me. You see, we couldn’t actually start without you, but now we can! Isn’t that exciting! I think it is! Can’t speak for them oh no, no no no! Can’t do that, it would be highly unsightly for me to speak for them, ya’know? They each have a voice, blessed as they be, but most times I can go on and on and on with myself for eons without a bit of a peep from those guys. Oops! And gal! I always forget about little miss Orvus. We can’t be too discriminating nowadays. Everyone matters and agendas can’t be forced, Orvus. At least that’s what they tell me, or that’s what I tell myself? Ahaha! Isn’t that deliciously confusing? Let me explain! Like I said just a little bit ago, they hardly ever speak, so then how would I know what I know? By talking to myself of course! Not like what you’re thinking, but like how I’m thinking! Get it, Orvus? Oh of course you do, fine fellow like yourself. So dapper in that suit and tie of yours. Hey look! Don’t we all just look fantastically fantastic?”[/color] the purple Orvus paused, his eyes seemed to smirk. 

Further confused, Orvus looked down at himself to see that he was wearing clothing. A suit of the purest white, and when Orvus looked up the others were wearing suits and ties as well. Even female Orvus was wearing a fine black. The other three Orvus had the matching color to their bodies, and purple Orvus somehow had a cane. Surprisingly, the clothing didn’t bother him, but when purple Orvus began to speak again, he was bothered. It was no wonder the others didn’t speak, why add fuel to the fire when it was burning fine all the same?

[color=Mediumorchid]”Tentatively tenacious as always Orvus. Why this reminds me of the one time red Orvus decided to fight a rubber duck wearing only his birthday suit. Can you imagine that? Orvus in his birthday suit? Ahahaha, how preposterous! Being in the nude is only acceptable for procreation, or for a nice warmth bath after a bit of lunch on a sunny day after having enjoyed a picnic with the misses and kid. Maybe kids if you’re feeling frisky. How stupendous! But why, you might ask, not take a shower? Well, let me tell you. It all begins with a flaming pe-”[/color]

[color=red]”ENOUGH!”[/color] boomed the red Orvus as he bashed his fist into the table, shattering it instantly into small pieces. For a brief second, all Orvus could see were splinters, but he blinked and the table was back to how it was before, unscathed. The knife was still there as well.

Purple Orvus began to laugh uncontrollably, and the blue Orvus began to cry. This prompted the red Orvus to start pestering the blue Orvus, calling him a wimp, and baby for letting his emotions out of control. Oh the irony. Their exchange was one sided, with red only wanting blue to man up and take control of his own actions. Orvus was beginning to feel as if something was wrong. There was only one of him, wasn't there? And when exactly had they ended up above Galbar? Orvus looked around, everything looked as it should have been, and Veradax was there as well. He looked at his beautiful sphere with satisfaction. His moon still flashed with scarlet lightning, all across the orb. It truly was perfect, but somehow Orvus couldn't help but feel that something was missing. Hadn't a part of his moon exploded…?

[color=Gainsboro]”Shut up! The lot of you! You’re embarrassing yourselves in front of Orvus.”[/color] echoed a female voice, which brought Orvus’ attention back to the table. He cocked his head as he looked to the female version of himself. Her voice was different then the others. Bittersweet and soft, but laced with spite, it just [i]was[/i]. All eyes were on her, and the quiet was godly. She turned to look at Orvus, her black eyes glowed softly in the waning light of the sun.

[color=gainsboro]”Do you know why we are here, Orvus?”[/color]

He shook his head no.

[color=gainsboro]”We’re here to play a game. You see that knife there?”[/color]

He shook his head yes.

[color=gainsboro]”That knife is called H̸̡̧͇̪̜̟̃͌͛̋͒̒̋̃̅͒̑̊̽̎͆̀͝ơ̷̯͙͈͖̯̜͂͌͑͌̅͛͛͑́͝p̴̟̳͙͙̼͉͍̂̍̅͛̍̽͊͘͝͝e̸̛̫̅͒͐̑͐̐̓̕͠͝. Do you understand?”[/color]

Orvus didn’t understand, whatever she had tried to say came out a garbled mess, but before he could say no, she continued on.

[color=gainsboro]”Good, Orvus. We are ready to begin. Now spin the knife.”[/color]

All eyes were on him, holding mixed expressions. Tentatively, he reached for the blade and grasped the metal with his hands. He felt compelled to spin the knife, and he didn’t know why, but he did. 

Each Orvus watched the knife spin with anticipation. It began to slow down with each rotation, and at last when it stopped, the blade pointed at the purple Orvus. 

[color=Mediumorchid]”Ah, what a bother.”[/color] The knife, guided by an invisible hand, then lurched forward and planted itself in his chest. Purple Orvus began to fall forward before his body turned to dust. The knife was mysteriously at the center of the table again.

[color=red]”GOOD RIDDANCE!”[/color] boomed the red Orvus.

[color=blue]”H-He was like a-an Orvus to me.”[/color] came the weak voice of the blue Orvus. 

[color=gainsboro]”That was fun, now time to spin again.”[/color] whispered the female Orvus, before reaching forward to spin the knife.

Unlike before, the knife spun once before stopping on the blue Orvus. He bowed his head as the knife lurched forward, turning his body to dust. 

There was silence this time, not a word spoken. Orvus began to feel… afraid. There was three of them left, and he did not want to be next.

The red Orvus spun the knife this time. Orvus watched it like a hawk, but it kept spinning and wouldn’t stop. Perplexed at this, he looked up only to find that the red Orvus remained and he was looking at him with malice.

[color=red]”You’re probably wondering where she went.”[/color] red Orvus spoke, his voice no longer booming. Instead it was calm, collected and but a whisper of ill intent. 

[color=red]”She doesn’t exist. She never did. None of this does. It’s all going on inside your twisted little head, Orvus. How tragic, in the end, you’re so alone that you must dream up company. And poor company at that.”[/color] The red Orvus rose, towering above him like a mountain. 

His words were as sharp as any knife, and Orvus began to tremble. He no longer knew what to think. What even was a dream? Before he could think more, red spoke down to him.

[color=red]”Look at you. You’re so weak. So scared. So alone. So [i]rejected[/i].You poor thing.”[/color] Red sneered.

[color=black][sub]”S-stop…”[/sub][/color] Orvus whispered. Just like blue had.

[color=red]”S-stop,”[/color] the red Orvus mocked as he swiped the table aside with a massive hand. [color=red]”Do you even hear yourself? Pathetic!”[/color] red exclaimed before slapping Orvus aside like a toy.

He was sent sprawling, on a cold hard stone. He looked up, to see smoke and flame engulfing the edges of his vision. Red Orvus stood before him, smaller now but no less intimidating. In his hand, was the knife.

[color=red]”I have never met a more worthless creature in my life. Everything you touch turns to dust. Your first impulse was to destroy! Not create beautiful things with your siblings, but to destroy them.”[/color]

[color=black][sub]”Stop!”[/sub][/color] he cried out as he trembled on his hands and knees. He didn’t want to hear it anymore. But red did not stop talking as he walked closer.

[color=red]”How sadistic and cruel. Is it really a wonder you can’t feel anything? Who would EVER want to be touched by you? Look what you did to Seihdhara! You brutalized her as if she were nothing. You threw an asteroid at her because you were angry. You’re a monster, Orvus. You don’t deserve kindness, or compassion. The only thing you deserve is a dagger to the heart.”[/color]
[color=black][sub]Seihdhara…”[/sub][/color] Orvus whimpered. Tears of light began to fall from his eyes, each time he blinked they fell to the stone and shattered into pieces that could never be put back together. Everything red told him was true, and he could not bare such thoughts. He was a monster. He tried so hard to create, to feel anything but negativity, that he had already scarred the universe with his influence. With his [i]desolation[/i].

[color=red]”Tsk tsk, still coming to terms with it all Orvus? Even in the face of death, you are powerless. I’m not even surprised. You, a being of destruction, to be feared be all! Cowering before me, a dream, like some mongrel dog. Bah!”[/color] red chastised, now standing above him.

[color=red]”Why don’t you look at me!”[/color] red shouted as he kicked Orvus in the side, sending him sprawling across the floor like before.

[color=red]”Just this once, stop pitying yourself and face me like a GOD! Get up and fight, or die like the nothing that you are!”[/color] red screamed, before charging at Orvus.

Orvus was going to let himself die, it only seemed right. He was destruction and served no purpose in the grand order of things. But before red was upon him, he had a selfish thought. [i]He didn’t want to die.[/i]

And so Orvus looked up at red, his expression no longer sad, but full of rage.

[color=black]”I! SAID! STOP!”[/color] and his aura erupted from his body and the flaming world was quenched in dark.

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Suddenly he was floating before an unmarred Veradax. He looked around and did not see red, but instead the female Orvus. She floated nearby. A sense of relief washed over him at the sight of her presence. Her expression was blank, lie at the table but Orvus didn’t notice. Instead, he floated towards her.

[color=black]”I...I thought you didn’t exist? That you weren’t real?”[/color] he said, no longer sounding so unsure of himself. No longer sounding like he was slow, or struggling to speak. His whispered voice was layered. It was low, dead sounding and yet still there was a trace of soft, honeyed words. 

The female Orvus looked to him and spoke much the same as she had sounded before, [color=gainsboro]”Exist? I do, but only in here.”[/color] she gestured before her, [color=gainsboro]”I am more of a possibility. Something that could come to pass, or not, thus I remain.”[/color]

He floated next to her now, staring deep into the abyss of her eyes. [color=black]”Where is here? None of this is… real, is it? I remember Veradax shattering and yet, there it is. Unscathed.”[/color]

She sighed, [color=gainsboro]”Here is inside your head. Red wasn’t lying, you know. You are asleep Orvus, and have taken a journey to the Palace of Dreams. This is K’nell’s domain. Wasn’t it obvious?”[/color]

Orvus thought for a moment in the quiet, and it was obvious all along. He had simply been blinded by what he hadn’t wanted to see. [color=black]”Yes...I suppose. So why are you here?”[/color]

[color=gainsboro]”You called me here. You know why. You wanted an escape from the torment of Red, thinking me to be any better.”[/color] She paused, and looked towards Veradax. Orvus followed her gaze as she spoke again, [color=gainsboro]”Red is the rage, the anger, the hate that dwells inside of you. Blue is the sorrow, the sadness, the depression. Purple was the joy, and the annoyance. There are others, but even you have not seen them yet.”[/color]

[color=black]”I see... and you are the possibility.”[/color] Orvus stated flatly.

[color=gainsboro]”Yes.”[/color] she said. [color=gainsboro]”Red wasn’t wrong Orvus. You are weak, scared, alone, and [i]conflicted[/i].”[/color]

Orvus began to shake his head in disbelief, this was not what he had wanted to hear from her.

She turned to look at Orvus again, her expression almost conveying something, but not quite.

[color=gainsboro]”You are never going to be able to create like they do Orvus. Look to Veradax, the perfect example of why you shouldn’t try. Trying will only cause more pain, more suffering. You went against your inherent nature and the price was great upon you.”[/color] she whispered softly.

Orvus turned his gaze upon her and back to Veradax, where he watched it explode like before, powerless to do anything about it. He sank to his knees, utterly defeated as the weight of her truth crushed him. 

She knelt down beside him, and placed an empty hand upon his back. [color=gainsboro]”You’re still not seeing the bigger picture Orvus. Look at me.”[/color] she said in a commanding voice.

Orvus hesitated, not capable of wanting to listen, but listen he did and so he looked upon her face. 

[color=gainsboro]”Your problem, is that you won’t embrace your nature. You are the end of all things, Orvus. The destruction of body, mind, and soul. A desolation. You can create things Orvus, but only that which is destined to destroy. You excel at it, you have no greater equal. You are better than them, for only you know true suffering and yet, still have the will to fight on. This is your purpose, Orvus. To create things that destroy, to bring about desolation. Make the architect suffer for disrupting your peace. Make them all feel as you do. Now wake up.”[/color]

He felt a sharp pain, and looked down to see the knife’s blade protruding from from his chest. 

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Not a moment later, his body erupted into light in the murky depths of the ocean. His mind was abuzz with mixed thoughts and gnawing emotions but one thing was abundantly clear, his confliction was no longer so overpowering. His sense of purpose was defined, and as much as he had hated that dream, it had given him precisely what he had sought since the moment of his arrival. 

He began to walk, with no destination in mind. It mattered not where he ended up, for he would bring desolation to all.

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Orvus dreams he is in the nothingness, the place he desires most, but he also finds himself not alone there. He finds himself accompanied by versions of himself, but different colors. Red for Anger, Blue for depression, Purple for joy/annoyance. Then there is a female version of Orvus, with a inverted color scheme. She is stark white but with black stars all over her body.

They sit around a table, listening to purple talk. A lot. Red interrupts him, then female Orvus explains the little game they are about to play. Sat upon the table is a knife, and they will spin it. Whoever it lands on dies.

Orvus spins the knife, Purple dies. Female Orvus spins the knife, blue dies. Red spins the knife- nothing. The knife keeps spinning, but female Orvus is gone. She never existed, says red. 

The dream changes to a burning world. Red berates Orvus and physically and emotionally abuses him. Orvus thinks he’s about to die and he’s okay with it. He’s a monster after all. 

But he has a selfish thought, and wants to live, thus banishing red in an outburst. Next he finds himself floating before a whole Veradax. Female Orvus is there. They have a long chat, and she basically tells Orvus he will never be able to create things not intended for destruction. Veradax being a prime example of this.

He believes her, and she stabs him with the knife, telling him to wake up. With most of his confliction gone, Orvus begins to embrace his desolation and begins walking under the sea, to wherever his feet take him.  

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Ended with 7MP & 5FP

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