Lucifel's Ideal World, v.2

[idolpro]

—The world is ugly, he once declared.

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good can’t be achieved, and pure evil breaks down. And these two extremes are always incompatible with each other. There is still some evil in a good world. That is how the world is, and it is what continues to create ugly things. Evil sneers at good, and good rages over evil. But, in a world where good and evil oppose each other, there is a group that is far more numerous that always appears.

That is ‘grey’. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life haphazardly and merely exists. They don’t believe in goodness and are simply proud that they aren’t evil. Even though they affirm evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that ‘I am not evil, I am a good person’ and pardon all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people out of contempt. They kill people as part of a game. They use the excuse that they can’t restrain their desires—That’s how humans are. That’s how the world is.

Yes—this world is extremely ugly. Neither dyed by good nor fallen into evil. Unable to decide on a color, the wills of people continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and such foul-smelling corpses aren’t destroyed.



The world will surely continue to rot eternally.

While wrapped within a curse-like fog in darkness frozen to its core.

He thus concluded.

Powers are off.
Corruptions are off.
Carry-on Weapons are not available.
Other carry-on items are available.

Comments

[bondsofsuffering]

[He's distracted by the vision. It makes him late in regaining himself to yell-]

--Lucifel!

[apocryfall]

[ extremely fun video game

it howls again, starting to take another swipe at the blue RULER card, which has manifested into a woman holding scales, breaking it apart.

Lucifel has lost 1 WILL.

still, lucifel's response is quick—another card appears: ]



[ —and another woman materializes, smashing the scales into the beast. it glitches again as it's defeated, howling again before dissolving into its card form, which then dissolves into ash.

Izanagi has lost 1 WILL. ]

Where—

[ with an almost snarl, as he's pulling himself out from the Grail, ]

—did—you, get that!?

[bondsofsuffering]

How should I know? It was with the cards I was given, and you just said you were the one who gave them to us.

Was that not part of your plan?

[apocryfall]

. . . I did make that one, but it is too dangerous—

[ touching his chest, wincing ]

—as you can see. So, I took it out of the card pool.

[ . . . ]

I see. So, in order to give you a weapon against my world, the Producers gave you the card that I took out.

[bondsofsuffering]

Is that how it works...



What makes that one more dangerous than the others?

[apocryfall]

[ the LANCER is summoned; he tries to strike at the RULER, but both their blows are fatal to each other.

Lucifel loses 1 WILL.
Izanagi loses 1 WILL.

All the cards on the field are reset (there are no cards on the field but this is a RULER effect so). ]



BERSERKER can't be controlled. Not as a class, and not as a card.

[bondsofsuffering]

You couldn't make it less accurate to your life?

[He's assuming these are from Lucifel's life, anyway. And playing another card:]

[apocryfall]

[ the SABER is summoned; he tries to strike at the RULER, but both their blows are fatal to each other.

Lucifel loses 1 WILL.
Izanagi loses 1 WILL.

All the cards on the field are reset (there are, again, no cards on the field but this is a RULER effect so). ]



I could not. This is the power of the Holy Grail: I simply repurposed the Holy Grail War to create this system.

[bondsofsuffering]

So it has power even here, huh?

[apocryfall]

[ the ARCHER is summoned; she tries to strike at the RULER, but both their blows are fatal to each other.

Lucifel loses 1 WILL.
Izanagi loses 1 WILL.

All the cards on the field are reset (there are, again, no cards on the field but this is a RULER effect so).

Izanagi has 1 WILL remaining. ]



It must have power beyond imagination, for my dream to work. It would not do, if it could be restrained by me even in a dream.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Holding up a card but not playing it yet.]

...Man. What a troublesome world.

[apocryfall]

I'm a troublesome person, after all.

[bondsofsuffering]

Mm.

I didn't really want to sacrifice myself for you... But I kind of brought this on myself.

[apocryfall]

You know, it would have been easier if you fought Dia-san and Doodle-san and Whiskey-san. I set them up so you guys could beat them first and weaken me, the final boss.

[bondsofsuffering]

You should have accounted more for impatience.

[apocryfall]

The impatient man is his own enemy; he slams the door on his own progress.

[bondsofsuffering]

Well, at least the ones who follow might be able to make something of it.

[apocryfall]

You're the first casualty, but your loss won't be for naught! Surely someone will strike me down and you will have provided the first stone to do so!

[bondsofsuffering]

I suppose there's a little meaning to a loss like that, at least.

1/2

[apocryfall]

[ the SABER is summoned; it tries to strike at the RULER, but both their blows are fatal to each other. ]

Kuhuhuhuhu . . .

[ Lucifel loses 1 WILL.
Izanagi loses 1 WILL.

All the cards on the field are reset (there are, again, no cards on the field but this is a RULER effect so). ]

Ufufu. . . fufufu . . .

[ Izanagi loses all WILL.

The game can no longer be played.

Lucifel loses 5 WILL in total(?? WILL remaining).
Izanagi loses 5 WILL in total(0 WILL remaining). ]

[apocryfall]

KUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Though, that is only if someone else challenges me! Now then, who will be the next brave person to step up to the challenge!? Who will defeat me and end this dream world once and for all!?!

[ your older brother is a nerd ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Wheeee.]

There's at least two other people who can play, so someone should be able to take you down eventually.

1/3 idc i'm just gonna give you both original writeups (body horror/dysphoria adjacent)

[apocryfall]

[ You have lost WILL. As a denizen, you may recover that WILL through rest.

You are not a denizen of this world.
To lose WILL is to succumb to this world.
Do not lose your WILL.
Do not lose your way.

You do not "hear" so much as "sense" that you cannot lose your WILL—that it is imperative to keep—but you have already begun to feel the effects.

Inside of yourself, it feels as though something's taken hold—your stomach and organs ache, the same ache of extreme hunger; at no point does it hurt, but you can feel yourself craving as though you hadn't eaten in weeks, parched as though you hadn't drank any water in days—

Then, there's a feeling of twisting, as though someone takes your insides and wrings them out. This, too, does not feel painful, though it feels uncomfortable all the same—like someone's turned off your pain receptors but left every other feeling there—and finally, after it feels as though your insides have knotted themselves up . . .

. . . something inside you blooms. Warmth swells, from your stomach and your chest, but it's a pleasant warmth—you could almost lose yourself to it—and it leaves a sweet taste at the back of your mouth. The feeling and taste will pass after a moment, but you no longer feel hungry. Instinctively, you know this means you no longer require sustenance to live. ]

(body horror/dysphoria adjacent, cont.)

[apocryfall]

[ You have lost your WILL. As a denizen, you may recover your WILL through rest.

You are not a denizen of this world.

Welcome to this humble world.

Here, you shall have green pastures to lie in,
Quiet waters to rest beside.
Here, your soul is refreshed.
You need not fear any evil,
For your soul is protected.
You shall be anointed with oil, and your cup shall overflow.
Surely, goodness and love will follow you all the days of your life,
So long as you dwell in this house forever.

Please, by all means, sleep well. Welcome home.



You have succumbed to the world.
You have lost the power to change this world.
You may continue to dream, but Lucifel will not wake by your hand.

You do not "hear" so much as "sense" that you have been welcomed into this world—it's as though it's acknowledged and registered your presence, and you understand that you have lost.

Inside of yourself, it feels as though something's taken hold—your skin begins to burn, feeling sore as though you're recovering from frostbite or stretching for too long; at no point does it hurt, but you can feel your body tightening in on itself, as though you were freezing outside overnight—

Then, there's a feeling of twisting, as though someone takes your body and wrings it out. This, too, does not feel painful, though it feels uncomfortable all the same—like someone's turned off your pain receptors but left every other feeling there—and finally, after it feels as though your body has knotted up . . .

. . . something inside you blooms. Warmth swells, from the tip of your head and fingers to the very ends of your toes, but it's a pleasant warmth—you could almost lose yourself to it—and it leaves you feeling as though you were standing on something soft, pleasant enough to sink into and lose yourself. The feeling will pass after a moment, but instinctively, you know this means you have become a denizen of this dream, and you can no longer hurt or be hurt by any other denizen.

You have lost your WILL. As a denizen, you may recover your WILL through rest. ]

[apocryfall]

I'm certain someone will, probably!