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It’s the end of everything, nothing remains but a void and two figures. One sits on the ground, their head buried in their legs, like a child hiding away from the world. Two horns stick out their head, curved, and long, curving regally and ending just at the edge of their head. Their clothing is red and white—military uniform in tatters.
“Charlie,”
A sweet melody calls out, Charlie lifts her head slightly, irises red, sclera pitch black. Her hair is a pale blonde, and curly, with white streaks. It’s messy and cut short. Her skin is snow white, her features are delicate, beautiful yet uncanny. Two long lines run down her eyes, similar to a jester's makeup. Charlie stares at nothingness, red and gold liquid—blood coating her appearance. She’s destroyed everything and everyone.
Heaven
Hell
Earth
Vaggie–
“Charlie!” The sweet melody that the voice once was turns firm, and Charlie has no choice but to turn her head toward the source. And there the figures stand, The Root of All Evil, or better yet, Roo. Their appearance is like a shadow: beautiful brown skin coated with red vines spiraling everywhere on her body, but it stops at her face. Her iris is shining red, matching her sclera. Charlie finds it disturbing that Roo has no pupils. And to think Roo had once been Eve. Maybe Eve was always going to be Roo, one in the same, same body, same soul. Charlie snaps out of her thoughts when she hears Roo continue talking.
“Yes?” Charlie responds, heaving out a heavy sigh, her body deflating, like a stone crushing down on her very being. That’s to be expected when you kill all of, well, everything. Including friends and family. Charlie is sure she still has their blood on her clothing. But she can’t feel anything but emptiness, her grief having already disappeared. Roo silently observes Charlie, her beautiful and perfect creation, all the passion and dreams that Roo once saw in Charlie’s eyes are gone. Roo sighs, and she sits down by Charlie’s side. There’s nothing that exists here. Not anymore. Charlie had been prophesied in the bible to destroy everything and she had destroyed everything. It was wondrous, monstrous, and godly. It couldn’t have been described as a war, it had been more of a masquerade. Roo bumps her shoulder against Charlie’s side, Charlie remains unmoved, only staring at Roo blankly. Roo stares back.
“Sweet girl, it wasn’t your fault,” Roo murmurs gently, like a mother singing a lullaby to their child. Charlie only snorts, self-hatred coating every feature of her face,
“I’m aware,” Charlie responds with a drawl, her voice raspy and soft. Roo had Charlie under her control when she unlocked Charlie’s full form. But, Charlie witnessed, felt, the deaths from her hands. It was all Roo’s fault, but Charlie couldn’t find it in herself to hate her creator, the one who had made her so lovingly, just like the rest of her hellish creations. Roo's lips quirk into an amused smile, she gently runs her fingers through Charlie’s hair,
“I didn’t expect my plan to succeed, you know, but now that it has, I can only feel a sense of emptiness,” Roo muses, talking more to herself than to Charlie; Charlie melts into Roo’s touch, feeling exhausted after everything that had happened. “I shall give you a second chance, my darling girl, without my interference. It’s the least I can do for you.” Roo presses a gentle kiss against Charlie’s forehead. It feels like a goodbye, but Charlie knows she’ll see her creator again, Charlie's eyes close shut—And the universe twists and swirls, offering their child one more gift.
Charlie can only scream as her mind travels through the dimensions of the universe—going to the beginning of everything before her life spiraled out of control.