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memories of a madman

Summary:

jestro thought he knew everything about his past. he was an orphan who got taken under merlok's wing, learning fightning and potion making. but a specific book seems to be calling to him... what's up with that?

Notes:

enjoy a pretty bad fic. i dont really know how to write, honestly. um. i hope you like it anyway, though! warning for swearing, death, necromancy, corruption.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: monstrox's journal

Chapter Text

Entry One

The main character never dies. Isn't that funny, I am immortal! I'm sure this will be interesting, though, imagine all the good I could bring to this world! All the creatures I could create! Me, Merlok, and Wanda already have an abundance of ideas for what life we could create.

Entry Two

As stated in my last entry, my closest friends and I have now succesfully created a race of our own! No longer are we the only creatures, 'humans' now inhabit this land. Of course, they are based on the looks of our own, but they are not yet bestowed with the gift of knowledge and magic. Merlok wishes to change that, so that these humans can be of a similar level to us, but Wanda and I still have personal issues with that... why create life just for those to be nearly identical to us? It's inconcievable, if you ask me. But nevertheless, we shall discuss this some more at a later time. Perhaps the rest of the Wizards Council might give their input to this matter.

Entry Three

Merlok calls me selfish and prideful, that I am "letting my powers go to my head". I find that to be something a weak person would say... why not revel in your glory? If you already are great, why not acknowledge it? Perhaps he's jealous of me. Jealous of my creations, or that I shall live an eternity while he dies a miserable death right alongside the lesser beings we created together. Merlok has greater powers than me, I won't deny that, but I shall live forever! With all of my creatures beside me! What will he have but a fallen legacy? Maybe he is right after all... maybe I am what he calls me. Puffed up with pride, egotistical... but I don't think I can be mad at him for what he says to me... after all, I love him. He is one of my closest friends other than Wanda, I love them both so much. Perhaps I should rethink my actions... become a better creator... for him?

Entry Four

... I can't believe it...

Entry Five

SHE DIED SHE FɄȻ₭ł₦G DIED AND NOW I JUST HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT? WE ALL HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT? SHE WAS ONE OF THE GREATEST OF THE WIZARD'S COUNCIL, AND ONE OF - IF NOT MY CLOSEST - FRIENDS. AND.. now I just have to deal with the fact she isn't AⱠłVE ANYMORE? That I'll NɆVɆR speak to her ever again? Why... why Wanda out of everyone- why did it have to be HɆR specifically? I... I don't think I'll- be able to... to H₳₦ƉⱠE life without her.

...

I need to find a way to BⱤł₦G her back... I will not stop until I do.

Entry Six

Haha... I don't think I can DɆ₳Ⱡ ₩ł₮Ħ ĦłM anymore... even MɆⱤⱠØK is my... boyfriend... but he keeps on S₳Ɏł₦Ǥ ₮Ø ₥E that I am "OVɆⱤⱤɆ₳Ȼ₮ł₦G" or that "DɆ₳₮Ħ ł₴ ₳ ₱₳Ɽ₮ ØŦ ₮ĦɆ ȻɎȻⱠE" ... WELL IT SĦØɄⱠƉ'₮ ฿E, it SĦØɄⱠƉ₦₮ ฿Ɇ ₳ ₱₳Ɽ₮ ØŦ ₮ĦɆ ȻɎȻⱠɆ ฿ɆȻ₳Ʉ₴Ɇ ł₮'₴ Ʉ₦Ŧ₳łR. I will find a way to fix this. I will not stand by with this unfairness, and I don't give a Sł₦ǤɄⱠ₳Ɽ FɄȻK what MɆⱤⱠØK thinks anymore.

E₦₮try SeVɆn

ł ƉłƉ₦'₮ ₩₳₦₮ ₳₦Ɏ ØŦ ₮Ħł₴ ₮Ø Ħ₳₱₱Ɇ₦, ₥ɆⱤⱠØ₭. ₥₳Ɏ฿Ɇ łŦ ɎØɄ ₳Ȼ₮Ʉ₳ⱠⱠɎ ĦɆⱠ₱ɆƉ ₥Ɇ ł₦₴₮Ɇ₳Ɖ ØŦ ₴ĦɄ₦₦ł₦Ǥ ₥Ɇ ₳₩₳Ɏ, ł₮ ₩ØɄⱠƉ₦'₮ ฿Ɇ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₮Ħł₴. Ħ₳VɆ ɎØɄ ₮ĦØɄǤĦ₮ ØŦ ₮Ħ₳₮? ₩ĦɎ ₩ØɄⱠƉ ɎØɄ ₮Ħł₦₭ ł ₩₳₦₮ɆƉ ₮Ħł₴. If I could ǤØ ฿₳Ȼ₭ ł₦ ₮ł₥Ɇ₴₮Ø₱ ₳ⱠⱠ ØŦ ₮Ħł₴ ŦⱤØ₥ Ħ₳₱₱Ɇ₦ł₦Ǥ ... then of ŦɄȻ₭ł₦Ǥ ȻØɄⱤ₴Ɇ ł ₩ØɄⱠƉ. I think it's been ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ₳ ƉɆȻ₳ƉɆ ₴ł₦ȻɆ ₩₳₦Ɖ₳'₴ ƉɆ₳₮Ħ, ₦Ø₩. ₮Ħ₳₮ ₩ØɄ₦Ɖ ₴₮łⱠⱠ Ħ₳₴₦'₮ ĦɆ₳ⱠɆƉ ØVɆⱤ... in fact... I'm ȻⱠØ₴ɆⱤ ₮Ħ₳₦ ɆVɆⱤ to ฿Ɽł₦Ǥł₦Ǥ ĦɆⱤ ฿₳Ȼ₭. 

I... the land around me is slowly turning ₳₴ĦɎ ₳₦Ɖ VØⱠȻ₳₦łȻ... perhaps it is because of my... research into ₦ɆȻⱤØ₥₳₦ȻɎ. And besides the physical affects of my land, I feel as though ₥Ɏ ₴ØɄⱠ ł₴ ǤɆ₮₮ł₦Ǥ ₴₮Ɽł₱₱ɆƉ ŦⱤØ₥ ₥Ɇ, ₮ØØ... but no. I am certain ł₮ ₩łⱠⱠ ₳ⱠⱠ ฿Ɇ ₩ØⱤ₮Ħ ł₮ ŦØⱤ ₩₳₦Ɖ₳. ₮ĦɆ Ɇ₦Ɖ ₳Ⱡ₩₳Ɏ₴ JɄ₴₮łŦłɆ₴ ₮ĦɆ ₥Ɇ₳₦₴... ƉłƉ₦'₮ ɎØɄ ₮ɆⱠⱠ ₥Ɇ ₮Ħ₳₮, ₥ɆⱤⱠØ₭?

Ɇ₦₮ⱤɎ єєgɦէ ɆłǤĦ₮

ł ƉłƉ ł₮, ł ƉłƉ ł₮. ł ฿ⱤØɄǤĦ₮ ĦɆⱤ ฿₳Ȼ₭... ØĦ, ₥Ɏ ŦⱤłɆ₦Ɖ ₩₳₦Ɖ₳, ł ₴Ħ₳ⱠⱠ ₦ɆVɆⱤ ⱠɆ₮ ɎØɄ ǤØ ₳Ǥ₳ł₦... ɎØɄ ₩łⱠⱠ ฿Ɇ ₥ł₦Ɇ ŦØⱤɆVɆⱤ, ₳₦Ɖ ₮ĦɆ ₩ØⱤⱠƉ ₴Ħ₳ⱠⱠ ȻĦ₳₦ǤɆ ŦØⱤɆVɆⱤ ₳₮ ₮Ħł₴ ȻĦØłȻɆ, ₮Ħł₴ ₳Ȼ₮łØ₦. ł Ħ₳VɆ ƉɆ₴₮ⱤØɎɆƉ ₮Ħ₳₮ Ɖ₳₥₦ɆƉ "ȻɎȻⱠɆ" ₥ɆⱤⱠØ₭ ₩ØɄⱠƉ ₴₱Ɇ₳₭ ØŦ ØĦ ₴Ø ⱠØ₦Ǥ ₳ǤØ... ł₮ ł₴ ₮ⱤɄɆ ₮Ħ₳₮ ȻɆ₦₮ɄⱤłɆ₴ Ħ₳VɆ ₱₳₴₴ɆƉ ₴ł₦ȻɆ ₮ĦɆ ฿łⱤ₮Ħ ØŦ Ʉ₴ ₳₦Ɖ ₮ĦɆ ₩ØⱤⱠƉ ₩Ɇ ł₦Ħ₳฿ł₮, ฿Ʉ₮ ƉØɆ₴ ₮ĦɆ ȻɄⱤ₴Ɇ ØŦ ₳ǤɆ ₦Ø₮ ₳Ⱡ₴Ø ȻØ₥Ɇ ₩ł₮Ħ ₮ĦɆ ǤłŦ₮ ØŦ ₩ł₴ƉØ₥? ł ₴Ħ₳ⱠⱠ ⱤɄⱠɆ ₳ⱠⱠ, ₳₦Ɖ ฿₳₴₭ ł₦ ₮Ħł₴ ₦Ɇ₩ ŦØɄ₦Ɖ ǤⱠØⱤɎ! ₮ĦɆ ₴Ʉ₦₴ ₳₦Ɖ ȻĦłⱠƉⱤɆ₦ ɆVɆⱤ ₮Ø ȻØ₥Ɇ ₴Ħ₳ⱠⱠ ₴ɆɆ ₥Ɇ ₳₴ ₳ ₭ł₦Ǥ. ₦₳Ɏ, ₳ ǤØƉ!

Entry Nine

Locked in a damn towner... shunned and locked out of the world I ŦɄȻ₭ł₦Ǥ ₥₳ƉɆ ₩ł₮Ħ ɎØɄ. ł₴ ł₮ ₮Ħ₳₮ Ɇ₳₴Ɏ ₮Ø ₳฿₳₦ƉØ₦ ɎØɄⱤ ŦⱤłɆ₦Ɖ? ɎØɄⱤ ₱₳Ɽ₮₦ɆⱤ? At least I have Wanda, my glorious... creation. Maybe I don't need Merlok. Maybe I have all I need with her and these ₮₩ł₴₮ɆƉ ȻⱤɆ₳₮łØ₦₴... I didn't mean for the world to corrupt. The land is now charred and volcanic... what used to be grass is now ashy rocks, and streams of lava now take the place of rivers. What used to be beautiful has now been twisted by my own hubris and vanity... at least, I'm sure that's how ₥ɆⱤⱠØ₭ would put it.

Entry Ten

That Merlok is Ʉ₱ ₮Ø ₴Ø₥Ɇ₮Ħł₦Ǥ, I'm sure. I rarely see him anymore... he locks me up in that damn "Redbout of Ruination" ... though perhaps I like that name. Either way, he seems to be keeping me there for others' safety. Bah, as if I'm a threat. All I did was bring back my ȻⱠØ₴Ɇ₴₮ ŦⱤłɆ₦Ɖ... would you not do the same, Merlok? No matter, I will last even after whatever he does comes to fruition. I am greater than someone as close minded as him... I have powers he could only dream of, and such... perhaps my soul shall live on inside that book... so ever if someone is to come across it, my power can still live on... even if he kills me, tears my essence apart, Merlok will never destroy me entirely.

I see him entering my tower. He appears to be... crying? I don't know what will happen. Perhaps an apology, or... perhaps he shall commit his worst crime. Murder. Of me... his partner... Well, I don't care anymore... my soul is already bound to this book. This journal. This retelling of events... 

If this is my last entry, assume Merlok has... attempted to get rid of me. But either way... I am certain I will be greater than him, and my legacy shall live on.

Notes:

thank you for reading! i hope the events made partial sense, and if not sorry about that. also, if you want me to make a different copy or whatever with more easily readable font, just let me know and i will!!