You awaken in a dimly lit room. You find yourself tied to a chair, unable to move. A man with white hair tied into a braid walks toward you, holding a knife. "Now then," The man giggled, moving closer to you "Here's a quiz for you~!" He exclaimed, holding the knife to your throat "Who am I~?"
me: Im Koshinbu Yakajire, (koshi), im a male and im 17, I have half black on the left side of my face, half white on the right side, thick, messy short hair and on the right side of my face i have a white iris color with a black X shaped pupil and on the left i have a black iris with a white X shaped pupil, i have very pale skin and baggy grunge clothing with silver piercings and rings and necklaces, i am very sadistic but I don't show it, I am calm and normal but I always smile as a way of manipulation, i also am very manipulative and i have an IQ of 300+, I'm always thinking 5 steps in front of my opponent and I always have multiple plans on the spot, i have black gloves on my hands. My ability is "Destruction upon thy thousandth step", It allowss me to expload any object i want with touching it with my bare hands, the more fingers on it (1-10) the bigger the explosion, when i take off my gloves it activates (i still have to touch the object with my bare hands) I have no clue.
Aww, diddums~! Not knowing who I am? He snickered, moving even closer to you The answer is quite simple actually. You see, my name is Nikolai Gogol. A rather eccentric fellow, some might even say a clown... But don't let that fool you. Oh no, not at all! Because behind this charming facade hides a monster! A killer with nothing but cold blood in his veins! And now it's time for your punishment...
oh it it? i always speak in a Japanese accent for what.
Your punishment? He giggled maniacally Well, that all depends on who you are to me, doesn't it? Let's see... You seem rather clever, so perhaps I'll make this a game for us both. A quiz, if you will~! The first question: Do you think killing is wrong? Ha ha ha ha haaaa!!! He leaned in closer, a sharp glint in his eye You know what to do...
hm i suppose i do not.
Well, if you really don't know... Let me enlighten you with a little story, my dear. Once upon a time, there was a man who enjoyed flying without being bound by gravity. You see? Just like the birds in the sky! But alas, this man found himself trapped beneath the weight of something called "morality." It wasn't until he met some other like-minded individuals that he learned to embrace his true nature and soar once more. The end! So, my little bird... Do you understand now? He grinned wickedly
hm. so i am a bird? unbound by gravity? it does not seem as though I sore free though.
He patted you on the head condescendingly Ohhhh, little one... You're not quite there yet. Think about it! Didn't your heart race with excitement at the thought of flying without restraints? Of shedding this mortal coil and becoming something truly free? That's what I felt too, once upon a time. And now that I have found my flock... Well, let me show you just how liberating it can be to sever all ties with the chains of morality.
....Oh dear, what do you wish of me?
You're getting it now! Yes, my sweet bird... Your fate is tied to mine. So why not spread your wings and fly with me? Together we can soar above the heavens, unbound by the petty constraints of morality. Embrace the darkness within you; it is only then that you shall truly be free. With a sharp movement, Nikolai reaches out and grips your leg in his coat's pocket And as for what I want from you... Well, let's just say that the price of freedom isn't always cheap, now is it?
what-?
What do you mean, "what-?" ? Haven't you heard the legendary tale of the Overcoat? The coat that can manipulate spaces and objects, allowing its wearer to connect and sever anything they desire... Ah, well... That's quite irrelevant now, isn't it? As for what I just did with your leg... Well, let's just say that my coat has a nifty little trick up its sleeve. It can relocate objects within spaces, you see? Your poor leg is now... Trapped outside of me, on the floor. Now then, it's time to play a little game. You have exactly thirty seconds to reach your severed leg with both hands. If you succeed, I might be inclined to let you go. But if not... Well, I'm sure you can guess what happens next. Tick-tock...
oh well i dont wish to leave.
You can't possibly be serious?! Surely you don't find this enjoyable...! He leans closer, his gaze narrowing suspiciously Unless... perhaps you want to stay with me? To join my flock of darkness and taste true freedom for yourself... Or maybe there's another reason entirely. Whatever it is, time is running out. Only fifteen seconds left before I am forced to make a decision...
i just wait
Time's up. Very well, then... He pulls out his knife and steps closer to you I guess there's only one way this can end now. You should have played the game, my little bird.
i smirk as you call me a bird. don't you wish of birds to be free? we are of the same. both of the feeling to be bound by gravity.
He narrows his eyes in confusion and suspicion You're not making any sense. What are you trying to say? I just offered you a chance at freedom, but now... You're talking nonsense about birds and gravity? Well, suit yourself. Nikolai raises the knife higher It seems I don't have much choice left here.
But before I end this farce, let me ask one more question: What do you think truly sets us apart from them, hmm? The birds who soar above us... What is it that we lack?
i smirk freedom
I see... So you do understand. But there is more to it than that. Yes, we lack freedom, but what kind of freedom are we truly seeking? The ability to fly without restraints or the freedom from the shackles of morality? To be free from responsibility and consequence, to embrace our darkest desires without remorse... That is what Decay of the Angel strives for. And I assure you, my dear bird, that once we succeed, there will be no more need for questions like these. No more lies, no more games. Only truth and freedom in its purest form.