As I was wandering in the dark
I came across a little spark
I am sure, when I accelerate and swerve out into the lane behind Asmodeus’s car, that my appearance comes as a dawning realization. I can see myself in his side mirror as I dart out of the chaos on the roadway, at first unremarkable yet looming ever closer, my iron steed heralding my approach in a roaring crescendo. Soul Reaver is clutched in one hand, crackling with an energy not native to this plane as it cleaves through the Razbot that gets in my way. Lasers, the rain of bullets, the vehicles racing at breakneck speed and crashing into one another… None can touch me, or so it seems. I am in my element. I won’t be delayed now, not when I am so close that I can taste it. I am a weapon, a tool, a device; nothing less, nothing more.
It’s like an infection.
My wings begin to unfurl, the seams of my jacket straining and splitting.
It’s showtime.
Today I told my soft goodbyes
Smoothed specks of stone dust from my eyes
“Do you remember me, Asmodeus?” The words reverberate from my lips. I swing in towards the driver’s side, drawing my blade screeching and sparking across the car door. I’m close, so close that we’ll collide if either of us drifts too far in the wrong direction. I’m pressing him, forcing him off of the road. The impenetrably dark visor of my helmet hides my face, but I can see his at this distance, can see the wear and tear on him as well as on his scarred vehicle. I recognize him- would recognize him in any form- but he seems different, somehow, than the Asmodeus that I have known. His time in Iwaku has altered him. I know, now, what this means.
I believe in many things
In stories lost, and sword-crowned kings
And even far, far stranger things
Like living death, or angel wings
I smile and smash the window with the hilt of my sword.
And these words my soul is inking:
I must revise your way of thinking.
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