The void

Its dark and expansive abyss surrounds me.

The feeling of falling follows, almost like the darkness itself was pushing me downwards.

Hands, their darkened purplish color blending almost perfectly with the dark background of the void, hands seemingly made out of the cold abyss that surrounds me.

Down and down, I went, as the hands that were once but invisible limbs, but noticeable nonetheless, rushed forward, pushing me downwards. A purple miasma followed, a pinkish like afterglow trailed behind the void- colored hands. Its brightness blinded my vision, and filled my soul with things that were real, but also not, twisting the colors that were once associated with the emotions that were once in my living body.

Seemingly forever I fell. The colors expanding in scope and scale. The feelings associated with each color also grew, filling my soul with feelings that were mine by also not.

With the expansion of the colors, the push-like feeling grew. Bringing with it pain.

My soul practically breaking with each push.

Until there was only scattered thoughts and non-existent feelings, that while easily understood, i could not remember ever feeling.

Confusion quickly fills the empty pit that was my emotions.

It's cold and horrifying chill-like grasp holds me, filling me with chills. Chills that run through my soul, unrestrained.

Thier unrelenting and quite frankly, terrifying, scars, run deep within me. If someone were to tell me how I knew there were scars, all you would hear would be my brutally honest response.

I do not know.

Thats right, I do not know. For something as seemingly simple as knowing if i had scars on my soul.

You have to understand, i am but a mortal soul. Mortal souls, practically by nature, cannot and do not have the ability to view their souls for damage. Only higher entities, or beings with some sort of power over souls, can view such an intimate possession of others.

The voids unrelenting assault on my soul stopped, but only for a moment, because the next thing i know was agony.

Pain so fierce that if I was alive, I would not have been conscious.

Time seemed to stop, for it simply had no meaning to me in my half aware state. My only thoughts were how to get the pain to stop.

A purple like portal; opened beneath me, its glowing barrier another scar to my soul, for it is something no mortal being should ever have seen.

My state of mind slowly being erased, for the pain was too much, the emotions that were once existing, but also not, slowly flickered out of my awareness.

OBEY

Ever so slowly my spiritual form descended, not of my will, for the void itself was pushing me downwards.

When i was halfway through the void made portal, my being was all but gone, there was nothing that I cared for, for everything seemed so... non-important.

But ever so slowly, a feeling not my own filled my empty soul, a feeling of an emotion that i am not familiar with.

DESTROY

CHAOS

And with that last finale thought i was given one last shove, and then i was gone.

Thrown through space and time and finally after who knows how long, i arrived at a place, a planet specifically. Filled with beings of the living.

But something felt... off. For when i looked at the life filled planet beneath me, all I felt was disgust. A feeling i was sure was not my own, but also was.

It was all so confusing.

My body, seemingly on autopilot flew towards the planet, with powers that were not mine, but also were.

Purple flecks of light fluctuated around my body, their ethereal glow surely making the people down below look up in interest, obviously curious about the unusual light show that was happening above them.

My body casually lifted one of its arms up, hands almost nonchalantly resting on a seemingly invisible barrier, and then it pushed, or should I say I pushed.

A flash of pinkish purple light followed, with a fleck of orange mixed in with the kaleidoscope of colors. Flames their blazing infernos rose rabidly destroying buildings, killing people and filling the air with a purple tinted fog.

Screams of the dying were heard, but they were nothing to my body, for it continued forward.

Its pace that of a human walking, it moved.

Hands extended out like it was looking to embrace the world with an unbearably crushing embrace.

Powered individuals arrived, looking like those comic book hero's that I for some reason recognized them as.

My lips turned upwards into a terrifying grin.

And with a simple snap of my bodys fingers, they were incinerated into nothing.

My lips moved like it was speaking, but I could not hear.

My body killed others like it was starving, but i could not feel.

My body screamed like it was dying, but i did not care.

For all I felt was a sort of unfounded dread-filled with an ounce of acceptance.

The body, the void, the being that i have become was nothing but a residual effect from that dark void like place, where there was only agony and twisted emotions.

And with a shock of realization, i realized, my body is me and it is I. It is not being controlled by an outside force; it is being controlled by the real me, the me that was trapped in that place. The me that is angry at the world, angry at itself, and tormented by the seemingly years of unending torture.

I am nothing but the subconscious residue of my last thoughts of hope.

And with that realization i watched on as the me that was in control, killed thousands, destroyed towns, and smacked down those costumed individuals.

...

2010

"This is Elizibeth Actual reporting live near the rural suburbs of Boston, where Cruex was reported to be seen, her reported timeframe for complete destruction of a town is simply a measly 10 minutes. I am risking my life to report this news, so please if you are listening, listen carefully." sounds of destruction and the screams of people dying were heard not that far out. Purple light shined high above Boston, showering the people below with Cruex's ethereal glow.

"Boston has held off cruex's rampage so far, for accord has sent some of its capes to slow down Cruexs advance towards the main city centers. Thousands have already perished, and reports from the Boston police department show a continued climb of the death rates. Seeming to not be slowing down, even with accords help to fend off Cruex advance. The PRT have evacuated as mu-" blood filled the screen, Elizibeth's body once filled with life was torn asunder. Her head split in two, body eviscerated, organs leaking out of her split torso.

Extra limbs filled the screen not that long after Elizibeth's death, obviously from the camera crew.

The camera still recording as it was, witnessed cruex in her full terrifying beauty.

Purple light shined around her like a halo, brightening Boston's skies. Black tears fell from her eyes, melting the ground where they fell. Tentacles filled with glowing flames of purple light, mixed with pink swayed menacingly, bodies filled the tentacles like a kebab.

Visible but not that noticeable if you were not looking for it, were flecks of blood underneath her mouth. Either from her killing of individuals a while back, or from her feasting on the humans remains from her fallen victims.

Her smile, so cruel it seemed like it was the devil itself looking at the camera. Her black-filled eyes, but a simple reminder to her ever-flowing tears, of what some call agony.

For she never seems to stop crying those tears, and her screams when she is in distress sound like a girl dying from the inside. Nobody really can figure out why she kills as she does, the only real theory is that her trigger was so bad that she was left a crying mess, only wanting revenge against the world.

With a simple wave of her hands the camera went dead, its processor fried, and the stream ended.

...

2010

Emily piggot, while not the most appealing woman, it can be said that she does her job well and with passion. For her job was a simple one, one she worked hard for. It may seem like being the director of a depot of crime like Brockton may seem like a relatively simple job.

Excuses can be used like 'Endbringers surely should be more difficult than quelling the crime in a city that is barely important.' or 'The rise in S class threats should be more difficult than sitting at a desk and just checking reports?'

Well, she says fuck you, for this god damn job is a headache inducing crackable fucker of a job. The stress she had to endure. The damn capes she has to deal with, and God damn the number of reports she has to read are near suicide worthy.

But she fights on, for she is Emily Piggot, and a self-proclaimed unyielding woman.

Checking another check on the report that was graciously handed to her, notice the sarcasm.

Sighing, she puts the report aside and casually taps her pen against the hard wood of her desk. Eyes squinting, and lips turning to a frown, she feels like something not that great is happening.

Her thoughts come true when none other than damn armsmaster barges into her office, not so much barges in, but more like walks in. She can barely tell the difference if she was honest with herself.

Leaning back in her chair, arms resting on the bulge that was her stomach "what brings you to my office?" she asked sternly, or more like her voice was stern, the way she said it was more casual. Very contradictory, she knows.

Closing the door behind him, armsmaster came to rest on the extra chair that was readily available, and brought out a tablet, obviously of some sort of Tinker Tech.

Its holographic-like texture makes it easily known.

"I have reports from Boston, that Cruex has arrived. The town was able to hold out long enough for us to evacuate most of the city but as you know, the casualties were still severe." Armsamster replied in his usual minimalistic way.

Ahh, yet another problem that has yet to be fixed. Cruex, the crying child that is seemingly always in agony, killing everything in her way. Yes, Pigot has heard of her, the newest S class threat.

The second person who has injured alexandria, the first person to completely eradicate every single soul in a city with just one use of her power, and the first Blaster 10 in over a decade.

Yes, that's right, a blaster 10. A being able to single handily destroy anything within their range.

While piggot can say she is worried that Cruex is so close to her area of residence. She is also a little bit relieved about it being Cruex instead of anyone else.

Why? You may ask, well it is simple. For all the strength cruex possesses, she is slow. Like extremely slow, a slug could out pace her. What makes her dangerous is her incredible range and her ability to ingulf an entire city in a purplish hellscape, where you can only slowly melt into a puddle of blood, leaking cruex's signature purple miasma.

Plus, with the bright ethereal like glow that emanates from her halo, it is pretty simple to tell where she is going and when she will arrive.

But that does not mean it is easy to prepare for her. Cruex does not use her powers consistently, sometimes she could be miles away from her intended target and engulf the city in her purplish hell, or she could be but a few kilometers away and do the same.

Plus, with her cannibalistic tendencies, she usually carries around living targets gorged on once a moon, carried by her swaying tentacles, that while terrifying in combat are mostly used to collect her 'Food.

Piercing them in the abdomen and keeping them alive whilst she feasts on their bodies.

It is quite disturbing if it is witnessed firsthand. She never saw it firsthand herself, only through vids, which she is thankful for.

Squinting her eyes at armsmaster, she speaks in a voice that all but calls for attention. "Get the evacuation procedures ready, and while you're at it, let's get the trimuvite on the line."

...

Months earlier 2009

Los Angeles

Alexandria may be a hero of high reputation, but that does not mean she does not have her own doubts about what she does, how she does it and why she does what she does. That can be seen as a sort of existential crisis, but she is always quick to reassure herself. This is what is right, this is what i have to do, she would always say.

So, while people worship her as the protector and savior of their lives, they can sometimes forget that she can be harmed, she can be hurt.

Almost unconsciously she brings her hand up to her face, gently touching where her eye used to be. They forget, and it is not their fault.

That is why she is here, protecting the city she calls home, the city where she has spent most of her career protecting. The city where she was poisoned by the smiles of others, the smiles of those who saw her nothing but a project.

The being Infront of her, the being who has destroyed the home she cared for, the being who, evident by her never-ending tears, was in pain.

She tried to reach out, to ask the being to stop what it was doing, but all she got as a response was a cry, a cry filled with so much pain she almost burst into tears herself.

The being, Cruex, raised her arms, tentacles bursting out of her back, purple like flames flickering into existence. A purple glow following, its ethereal glow emanating off of the being's halo.

And the next thing Alexandira knew was purple, the heat, the burning, the insufferable pain that followed was a surprise, and not a welcome one. Quickly jumping to the skies, she flew, high enough to be free from the unbearable heat, to be free from the pain, and she looked on. The entire city was engulfed in a purplish-pinkish glow, flames blitzing through the city.

The sky, once a beautiful blue, turned a vicious purple, lights flickering and slithering through the air like snakes on land.

Screams of the citizens of the city were heard, their pain felt by all. Thier blood leaking a miasma that choked the screams of others, making them suffocate on their screams.

Almost without her noticing a tentacle was whipped her way, its range almost infinite, following her as she dodged, weaved and ducked. There was almost no escape, it was pushing her downwards towards the agonizing flames. With a spin in midair, she punched the tentacle, thinking it would not hurt her.

She was mistaken, for when her fist so much as touched the tentacle, her arms burst into flames, pain followed.

Flying away so as to stop the pain, to stop the agony, the ache that was the flames. Within seconds the flames died down, seemingly to no longer affect her.

Turning to look towards where the being/woman was, she saw her. Standing there, arms outstretched in an embrace position. Ever so slowly she rose, rising from her position from the ground, till she was equal with Alexandria.

Her halo shined, she recognized this, she saw it before, this was her indicator for when she was going to use her flames. Quickly, so as to not let her opponent so much as have another chance to use her ability.

She rushed forward, using her newfound resolve to quickly close the distance, and when she was close enough punched her in the gut. Cruex was sent flying through the air, black specks of liquid spraying everywhere as she was sent off.

Thinking nothing of it, she gave chase but was quickly pushed back by a barricade of flames. The black liquid, falling to the ground as it was, floated in the air, and almost like a magnet, rushed back towards cruex, proceeding to be absorbed back into her eyes.

The next thing that Alexandria saw was a hand waving almost seductively through the air, flames followed, causing Alexandria to dodge, but that was a mistake. For when she cleared the flames, she was smacked down by a tentacle, and once again her body burst into flames with the touch.

Flying away, so as to catch a breather and rethink her strategy, she was chased by Cruex, who while slow, kept shooting bursts of flames her way.

This gave her time to think, and quickly a plan began to form, slowing down so as to let Cruex get closer, she waited, and then spun her trap.

Dodging another flame shot, she flipped around and spun, kicking the unsuspecting Cruex in the face when she was close enough. Causing cruex to fall from the sky, but that was quickly fixed when her tentacles quickly rushed downwards, digging themselves into the ground, allowing Cruex to stay above the ground and away from her purple like hell that was the city.

Slowly and ever so calmly Cruex lifted her arm, hand opened wide, and then within a single blink closed her hand into a fist, causing the air around Alexandria to be filled with a purple miasma, suffocating her.

Pain followed as flames burnt the very air around her causing the miasma to become toxic to breathe.

Swatting the air in front her face almost instinctively, and coughing repeatedly, trying to get the toxic fumes out of her lungs and the smoke away from her air ways,

She ignored the pain and flew as fast as she could, but nothing she did got rid of the smoke. Until finally, almost like magic, it was gone.

When she opened her eyes, eidolon was there, levitating in front of her, and shooting beams of plasma cruexs way. Which were easily blocked by cruexs tentacles.

Stil coughing, she watched as eidolon fought the woman. Flames flew, the purple glow brightened and creuxs strength seemed to grow. Creux slowed down to a crawl, as she fought eidolon to a standstill, her flames burning away eidolon's flesh. which he quickly regrew with a regenerative power.

Wincing in pain, she looked down towards herself, her Armour suit was gone, leaving nothing but scattered remnants of cloth. Burns, so severe that they may Aswell be tree bark. She looked... hideous. Her body filled with scabs, burns of varying degrees, and bruises.

She has never been this hurt, She never had this happen before.

And before she knew it, she fell to the ground, unconscious.

...

Help

I'm in so much pain

Why can't i feel

Why can't i sleep

What is this feeling

Why is it so hideous

Why

Why

WHY