A famous song once said you never know what you got till it's gone. Fuck whoever sang it. Fuck them for being so right.
Every enemy we faced in the great war was defeated, with their mage forces all but destroyed by us. Every psychopath super soldier, and war mongering idiot laid low as the Empire successfully sued for peace. Not a single casualty in my unit.
Then the second great war happened. Incredible advances in anti-air and fighter technology ground my unit to half strength over the course of two years. Each death a crushing weight on my soul. When Visha died I finally lost it. Went on a roaring rampage of bloody revenge against the Albish. Somehow managed to make it to their war headquarters and killed almost everybody in there. The last person blew the whole building up, killing us both.
Of course being x, sanctimonious jackass that he is, showed up the last nanosecond to gloat over his victory and attempted to wring a genuine prayer from me. I didn't do it, of course. Out of spite if nothing else. Then he threw me down into oblivion after my death with that faux reluctance of his. Now here I am in the dark, sulking, and waiting for the nothingness of oblivion.
"Oh? What do we have here?"
As a
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of colors and other, stranger things assault my nonexistent senses.
What.
"Hmm, cast down from one of the 'higher' planes, are you? What is your story?"
Aren't I supposed to be discorporeating right now?
"Oh. Oh, do those fuddy duddy order gods still think they can destroy souls? What morons! Nobody and nothing can destroy souls. And they haven't been awake for several iterations of the universe now."
Oh goody, this shit again. Listen whatever or whoever you are, I can somehow hear those quotation marks, which means you can read minds and I can't. I have no desire to be punished for literal thought crimes again, so could you kindly fuck off? Thank you.
"Oh you are just a treat aren't you. I can see how an orderly deity would want to punish you." The
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recedes, directions make sense again, gravity reasserts itself, I'm in a small patch of blue flowers, there's a faint almost transparent eel thing that hurts to look at floating in front of me, and I'm now a quadruped. Quadruped?
"I can only stir so much Chaos when the forces of Harmony have me locked up right now. Tell me, what did you do to piss off one of those joy killers?" I right myself on shaky legs and look up to him.
"I presented a well reasoned argument based on personal experience and proven economic theory." I seem to be female again based on my voice. Bothersome. Taking myself in I seem to be a pony shaped and sized bug thing with wings. I have holes in my legs? What possible evolutionary purpose could that serve? I look back up the the shimmering eel shape.
"Oh my me, you're boring!!" The space he occupies twists and fractals, only to right itself with him no longer there.
You know, I think I like this one more than being x. Much more honest with me so far.