79 Stygian Changes (1/2)
”Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.”
- Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein
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Still, inside the sealed off cramped space, I proclaimed a call to outmaneuver an established natural law, with all of this intricate overlays in my field of vision plausibly due to Azazel's ongoing operations and the execrations of what she called as the Pandora, I noticed the changes that I am currently withstanding, and the consequence of such utilization does not also like to reserve its right to remain silent...
Like a significant fragment of my life being sucked out from my very self, the consequence of using it was also worth the penny. So this is what it is like huh... for a human to outmaneuver a firm law. It's as if a vacuum is closeby to drain, not dirt, but a portion of my soul.
The whitening of my hairs' thick extremities. My 'now-black' fingernails. And new clothes that seemed alike to that of a dark charismatic English Nobleman's, that replaced my torn school uniform, a crepuscular apparel that looks very unworldly due to its color which is darker than that of the descriptions of the void.
Positioned in my right and left sides, appearing completely out of nowhere, emerging from a thick fog of darkness, were these air-drifting symmetrical Celtic crosses, which were about my height encrusted not with Gold, but with monochromatic silver and made entirely of obsidian. And the two are chained with the third cross found at my back... One that is relatively larger and bleaker to behold.
And the perception of the changes was not limited to me, but also in the verdant surroundings which turned black in a mere instance the moment I proclaimed the Paradigm Shift, and that, not even this sealing place could maintain its vainglory when it comes to securing the outside world from the aftermath.
The surge of my chosen power... I can feel it, not seeping through my veins though... It's constantly being radiated by these Celtic crosses accompanying me, especially the largest one on my back. The negativity. The despair. The sadness. The ill intent... It's as if the whole world's negative emotions are stored there, and from it, a massive outsource for power...
”Master, all have been a success... Do you wish to proceed to the outside world?” the physically unavailable AI Maiden asked only showing this audio symbol.
”Yes.”
”Affirmative Master. I conjoined the skills from your Paradigm Shift, 'Dark By Default' that could disintegrate this sealing Paradigm at will. Please take a look at the skills... I will display them over your vision as an overlay.”
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Pandora.exe
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Oh. I just noticed. How plainly weird it is to have an AI accompaniment in this surreal world that once has been perceived only via fairy tails. I don't know why but it's really a weird feeling... It's like being born in the medieval era, but you have a computer with you that should only exist via a thousand centuries or more from that specific time frame... Well, whatever. Having someone like Azazel is even far more convenient than having that Goddess all around and besides, it looks like her algorithms really are designed to help, and her assistance would spell A1 benefits, so why not?
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Dark By Default Skillsets
I. The Fool
II. The Moon
III. The Wheel of Fortune
IV. The Tower