Wouldn't you like to use more than words?

[letsplayamod]

The last thing you recall is likely your own death. Whether it was fast or slow, it's over now. And you're... where are you?

One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.

Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to... Or is it?


You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.

Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.

For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.

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[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega looks down, and stares at both of his hands. His horrible, clawed hands. Hands made to be weapons. Hands that were never made to be gentle-hands that were never meant to hold another's in peace.

...But he had taken Shadow and Rouge's, had he not? What would they say about him now?

The truth of Ivilezlei's words begin to sink in, and from within, something begins to stir. The same fire and defiance he had momentarily forgotten; the rage and fury and hatred he had felt against Typhon...and now, newly born anger at his damnation.

His hands shake, before clenching once again into fists, and Omega makes a decision. ]

YOU ARE RIGHT. IF THAT OMEGA HAS NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE...A NEW OMEGA SHALL TAKE ITS PLACE.

I WILL NOT GIVE UP. THANK YOU, IVILEZLEI.

[necromants]

[He watches Omega, expecting for this to more or less end the same way it always has. He's not the sort to give good advice. He can only speak coming from his own experiences, because relating to others is just so damn difficult. But he has to try, because right here and right now, who else will?

(And maybe, selfishly, he hopes that if he can get through to Omega, then he can get through to himself.)

Despite the honest attempt, he wasn't expecting it to work. So seeing Omega's fist clench and hearing the words that follow...]

Oh.

[...It's feels as though it's been such a long time since he was last thanked for anything.]

I'm glad to hear it.

[And for the first time since he died (not including finding some Cool Shit in an investigation), Ivilezlei smiles. It looks a lot like Zvei's expressions.]

I didn't think you'd be the type to ever give up permanently, you know. Sometimes it just helps to have someone to talk to.

Good luck, Omega. A new path forward isn't easy to tread.

[eeeonetwothree]

NO IT IS NOT. FOR BOTH OF US.

[ He reaches forward to place a hand on Ivilezlei's shoulder. ]

YOU CAN COUNT ON MY SUPPORT AS WELL, IVILEZLEI.

[necromants]

You don't need to support me. I am a truly horrid, selfish person, after all.

[There's no judgment in it, it's stated like a fact. But...]

...But if that's the decision you make, I won't try to stop you.

[He is selfish, after all. And he's so damn tired of being alone.]

[eeeonetwothree]

ALL OF THAT IS TRUE. YOU ARE THE WORST OF THE WORST.

[ There's a pause, before he continues. ]

BUT SOMETIMES, THE UGLY AND FORGOTTEN THINGS OF THE WORLD FIND EACH OTHER. SOMETIMES, IT IS IN THE DARKNESS THAT THEY THRIVE TOGETHER.

[necromants]

...Hah.

[So much had happened in that first trial that he'd forgotten those words. But Omega couldn't have said anything more fitting, he thinks. After all, isn't that why he and Seymour clung to each other? Because they thought they were the only two in this damn game who could possibly understand one another, who could accept each other's flaws.

...It doesn't do any good to think about that now.]

At least you won't have to worry about being the most hated person here!

[Flippant, dismissive, with the usual easy smile - it's almost like he never stopped being Zvei at all. For who else could that describe better?]

Let's see how that shakes out here, shall we?

[Yet despite the aggressive return to form, he still sounds genuinely pleased.]