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This stings. His head spins.
He exhales although he has no need to breathe.
"How is our dear Scaramouche doing in there?"
"It's all going according to procedure."
He can hear a loud vrrrrrrrr like a fan close to his ears. The idle chatter of the scholars put him on edge, although he'd never show that nor say. He keeps his eyes closed, biting his lip.
"I have been alerted that it seems unauthorized personnel have entered a nearby area, sir."
"Unauthorized personnel?...Oh my, we can't have that." From what Scaramouche knows about the Doctor , he already knows what's gonna be said.
"Say, my dear colleagues, why don't we have our new god exterminate these pests?"
There it is. It's his time to shine.
Although Scaramouche cannot see anything right now as his new body is currently restrained, he hears them all applaud and sing their praises as they kiss-ass to the Doctor.
“Yes, it’s time. For a new era.. Our new god.. Let us rejoice in this.” The Grand Sage, aka the weird old guy…Azan? Azul?
He feels himself being raised up on a platform. Then a sharp pain. A plethora of needles prick into his back. He groans.
Slowly, Scaramouche starts to feel a warm sludgy liquid trickle into his body from the tube openings that were implemented in his back. Probably the most tedious and tormenting part of the Doctor's experiment, done a while ago. The feeling is a bit uncomfortable, but it'll be something he has to get used to if he's gonna be a god. This is nothing.
As more liquid is injected, Scaramouche starts to feel more and more.. Decongested? Unclogged? What is this stuff?
It takes a second to understand what he’s feeling.
.
Euphoria. He feels euphoric. Manic.
It cleanses him. His being. It’s all crystal clear.. Everything. This is how it feels to attain godhood, to become a divine being.. all this knowledge . He feels his whole body shiver. Yes, this is what he was waiting for all these years.
He's able to move around now. He opens his eyes. What will be the first thing he sees? Oh, it's the traveler and.. the former god, Lesser Lord Kusinali. And he doesn't have to worry about the little one.
Haha. This isn't even a fair match. Calculating the chances.. It won't even be a fight.
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What is going on?
…. . … ..I AM A GOD! You dare stand against me??.. . .. How did this happen?
?
He’s coming down from his high. Scaramouche hacks up purple, the tubes on his back just filling in more of the sustenance. His mecha body has been destroyed and abused. He huffs out smoke. Is he overheating? Why isn't he working? Why can't he move? Move, you damn puppet!
He sees the petite child take the gnosis.
It's oh, so carefully extracted. The child takes its sweet time.
He’s gotta do something.
How can he live without it? It's all he ever asked for. What are you doing?
Give it back.
Liquid flows out of the tubes after being snapped apart. It leaks everywhere. His clothes are a mess now. Punching the barrier, destroying his body. Glass shards shattering, stuck in his knuckles. The broken head stabs into his stomach as he leans forwards.
Give it back.
It's right in front of him. She has it.
His heart. It’s so far away.
As he reaches desperately, a thought suddenly pops into his mind.
..Could he ever have been human?
… At this point, he’s lost.
But it's too late to surrender.
Curse the gods. Curse all of you. He's falling. Falling. . .
In the end, he’ll just get back up. Because he’s not human. He can’t be human.
Is this really what I've lived for? All for this?
This wouldn't have happened if she didn't toss me out like scrap.
This wouldn't have happened if I was not incompetent.
–None of this would've happened, if I wasn't her
Clank! Dust and darkness enshroud him once he makes contact to the ground, head first. He falls onto his side. Rocks and debris sting his eyes. He doesn’t go unconscious, he’s only been immobilized, even after all that.
..Hm. Although it’s rocky, it’s quite nice down here.
Nice and quiet. No traveler, no Buer, no Paimon. No annoying colleagues. No doctor. The cold of the floor is refreshing. Comforting, even. He blinks a couple more times and sees his elbow detached, sprinkled in glass and dirt rock right in front of his face.
The pain of this should be brutal, but he feels numb.
He’s tired.
He wants to be gone. He’d like to be anywhere else right now.
He inhales. His eyes droop. Left eye, right eye..
His lips part. He breathes out unsteadily.
He coughs up some purple phlegm. but more stays in the back of his throat. Disgusting.
Disgusting .
..
His eyes close. His head lays on the ground.
It’s time to rest. It's over.