Ignorance: Reprisal
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Title: Reprisal
Series: Ignorance
Previous chapters: Awakening Impressions Interactions Intermission Innocence and broken mirrors Revelation
A/N: Yeah... Who'd a thought I would actually update this fic again? *sees no hands* Well anyway, I finally got another part out of good 'ol Iggy, and the story continues! I think things are starting to draw to a close though as far as the backstory is concerned, but there are a few more good parts to pull out before this is all said and done. See what going through my archive does? It gives me new bunnies for old fics! Hopefully this is a highlight/prelude to a very productive year....
Time passed, and he was no longer just a fledgling wandering in such an expanse of unknown certainty. He now knew more than what his keeper told him, no longer relying on censored information to tell him only what it wanted him to know, keeping him in the dark as so he would have to rely on it alone.
No, he was no longer just some addle-brained simpleton, acting much like a newborn experiencing the world for the very first time. He no longer walked blindly among the dark woods of the mind, never seeing, only hearing. No, now his eyes were wide open, a deride grin twisting his features. Even if the Gate wanted to continue to prattle on about what he should be doing was of no real concern to him... not anymore.
He was beyond its reach, the portals the only real opening into that yawning void that contained the laugher of the simple-minded fools that the Gate used as the scavengers... the construction material of new lives it spat out in the form of those he was forever tied to torment Oh how it was such a lovely sound too... Rolled off the tongue like a substance that was beheld in rapture...
He’d watched as the world began to not only move forward, it moved upward as well. From the very simple beginnings, humans not only forged through the swill that was of their own creation, they began to form the world to their own liking.
It was like watching a wounded animal trapped in the back of darkened cave. They were groping forward blindly, listening for their pursuer, all the while trying to escape with both two broken back legs. Either way, they were doomed to fail, and he was going to be there to smash the hopes that they would make it out alive.
He was there to not only ensure that the humans, his charges... his playthings, continued the forward progression that the Gate saw fit to shape, he was there to also elevate his own boredom to which the Gate finally gave in, stating that if he did his job, he could remain. If it couldn’t contain him, it would still control him by some means. He was, after all, a thing of its own creation and design.
He watched the world spin upon its axis, tumbling time along with it... spilling its contents in the form of upheavals and natural disasters that would sometimes dwindle the population to a mere shit smear on the surface of the world.
He had all the time in the world to idly watch it crawl by, moving silently between the here and now, using the threshold between this world, the next, and the Gate to retain his waning sanity if he ever possessed such a thing in the first place... He was never quite sure if you could place such a mundane word as a human equivalent to the way his mind actually worked. He wasn’t stupid... knew FAR too much more than those simpering, babbling, one-track minded creatures that tried to stake a claim on the world would ever even begin to fathom... Like the very edge of a well with no bottom, they could look in, but only for a few feet before loosing themselves in the darkness contained within as they tumbled over the edge.
When he grew tired of the humans... tired of watching them take all the fun out of his work, he would simply steal himself away from both the Gate and the world beyond it. He couldn’t necessarily remove himself completely from the Gate, but he could sure do a fine job of ignoring it. Oh how it HATED being ignored, and what a great chuckle he would get from listening to it bitch at him about his inability to do as he was told...
“Why don’t you just get your addle-minded lackeys to do the work? You can’t very well need me to do all of that twenty-four-seven...”
~And just WHO in the hell do you think you’re talking to?~
“Well I presumed I was speaking with a figment of my imagination... Being that I really don’t see you standing here talking to my face.” Oh Ignorance knew he was pushing his luck. The Gate was not exactly something to toy with. But hey, when did he ever really listen to something with no backbone to show? He was “its” creation after all... Just a very defiant one thanks to his freedom he’d been employing and rather enjoying since he figured a way to escape the Gate’s very clingy grip.
It never was good at playing fair... Or loosing.. But who ever said life wasn’t fair must have taken a page right of the Gate’s very cumbersome book
~You are TESTING my patience, which has grown very thin as of late thanks to your need for idle time to waste. You are only being ALLOWED to remain because it suit’s the purpose at the moment. If you wish to tempt me into showing you what your insolence will cause you, push your luck.~
Ignorance figured since he was already skating on thin ice, why not see how much more it could take before it broke “Oh I am completely shaking here. Honestly, you say that quite often, but ever since you little ’learning lessons’ became nothing more than just a good time for me, you really haven’t done anything to back up your words. Hey, I’m doing what you want, to which you DID state as long as I did that, I was free to do them as I saw fit-”
~YOU ARE CROSSING A LINE THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN NOT TO TREAD~
He was being smug, he knew it and didn’t care. The Gate was unable to open the portals without some sort of means which meant either a fool playing with something they did not understand, or the beginning/end of a life, and until he chose to return to the darkness from which he was cultivated... No created, the Gate had no power to retrieve him from the world beyond its reach. This was one truth he had found that had no limitations or exceptions, and he could joyfully milk it for all it was worth.
That was the issue at hand: the Gate had created something that knew what it knew, had access to devices that allowed for travel where it could NOT follow, and it was as defiant as anything could be. Ignorance knew this all too well, and since he was not in the “parent’s” reach, he could not be “punished” for what he did. It would only become a force to contend with if and when he decided to face the torrent head on because he knew that would be the case once he placed a non-proverbial foot back into Limbo. He had seen first hand what the Gate was actually capable of, even had been on the receiving end of many of those outbursts thanks to his own foolish actions, but he still liked to push his luck to try and get the best of something that really did rule over his and everything else’s life.
He KNEW not to piss the Gate off... but he shrugged it off much like he did anything else that cropped up that his talons sunk into. The Gate could wait... It could scream at him yes, but it couldn’t yank him by the ass into confinement that he knew was awaiting him when he went back. Fear was not a word he held within himself for personal use; He was always the cause, never the recipient.
Series: Ignorance
Previous chapters: Awakening Impressions Interactions Intermission Innocence and broken mirrors Revelation
A/N: Yeah... Who'd a thought I would actually update this fic again? *sees no hands* Well anyway, I finally got another part out of good 'ol Iggy, and the story continues! I think things are starting to draw to a close though as far as the backstory is concerned, but there are a few more good parts to pull out before this is all said and done. See what going through my archive does? It gives me new bunnies for old fics! Hopefully this is a highlight/prelude to a very productive year....
Time passed, and he was no longer just a fledgling wandering in such an expanse of unknown certainty. He now knew more than what his keeper told him, no longer relying on censored information to tell him only what it wanted him to know, keeping him in the dark as so he would have to rely on it alone.
No, he was no longer just some addle-brained simpleton, acting much like a newborn experiencing the world for the very first time. He no longer walked blindly among the dark woods of the mind, never seeing, only hearing. No, now his eyes were wide open, a deride grin twisting his features. Even if the Gate wanted to continue to prattle on about what he should be doing was of no real concern to him... not anymore.
He was beyond its reach, the portals the only real opening into that yawning void that contained the laugher of the simple-minded fools that the Gate used as the scavengers... the construction material of new lives it spat out in the form of those he was forever tied to torment Oh how it was such a lovely sound too... Rolled off the tongue like a substance that was beheld in rapture...
He’d watched as the world began to not only move forward, it moved upward as well. From the very simple beginnings, humans not only forged through the swill that was of their own creation, they began to form the world to their own liking.
It was like watching a wounded animal trapped in the back of darkened cave. They were groping forward blindly, listening for their pursuer, all the while trying to escape with both two broken back legs. Either way, they were doomed to fail, and he was going to be there to smash the hopes that they would make it out alive.
He was there to not only ensure that the humans, his charges... his playthings, continued the forward progression that the Gate saw fit to shape, he was there to also elevate his own boredom to which the Gate finally gave in, stating that if he did his job, he could remain. If it couldn’t contain him, it would still control him by some means. He was, after all, a thing of its own creation and design.
He watched the world spin upon its axis, tumbling time along with it... spilling its contents in the form of upheavals and natural disasters that would sometimes dwindle the population to a mere shit smear on the surface of the world.
He had all the time in the world to idly watch it crawl by, moving silently between the here and now, using the threshold between this world, the next, and the Gate to retain his waning sanity if he ever possessed such a thing in the first place... He was never quite sure if you could place such a mundane word as a human equivalent to the way his mind actually worked. He wasn’t stupid... knew FAR too much more than those simpering, babbling, one-track minded creatures that tried to stake a claim on the world would ever even begin to fathom... Like the very edge of a well with no bottom, they could look in, but only for a few feet before loosing themselves in the darkness contained within as they tumbled over the edge.
When he grew tired of the humans... tired of watching them take all the fun out of his work, he would simply steal himself away from both the Gate and the world beyond it. He couldn’t necessarily remove himself completely from the Gate, but he could sure do a fine job of ignoring it. Oh how it HATED being ignored, and what a great chuckle he would get from listening to it bitch at him about his inability to do as he was told...
“Why don’t you just get your addle-minded lackeys to do the work? You can’t very well need me to do all of that twenty-four-seven...”
~And just WHO in the hell do you think you’re talking to?~
“Well I presumed I was speaking with a figment of my imagination... Being that I really don’t see you standing here talking to my face.” Oh Ignorance knew he was pushing his luck. The Gate was not exactly something to toy with. But hey, when did he ever really listen to something with no backbone to show? He was “its” creation after all... Just a very defiant one thanks to his freedom he’d been employing and rather enjoying since he figured a way to escape the Gate’s very clingy grip.
It never was good at playing fair... Or loosing.. But who ever said life wasn’t fair must have taken a page right of the Gate’s very cumbersome book
~You are TESTING my patience, which has grown very thin as of late thanks to your need for idle time to waste. You are only being ALLOWED to remain because it suit’s the purpose at the moment. If you wish to tempt me into showing you what your insolence will cause you, push your luck.~
Ignorance figured since he was already skating on thin ice, why not see how much more it could take before it broke “Oh I am completely shaking here. Honestly, you say that quite often, but ever since you little ’learning lessons’ became nothing more than just a good time for me, you really haven’t done anything to back up your words. Hey, I’m doing what you want, to which you DID state as long as I did that, I was free to do them as I saw fit-”
~YOU ARE CROSSING A LINE THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN NOT TO TREAD~
He was being smug, he knew it and didn’t care. The Gate was unable to open the portals without some sort of means which meant either a fool playing with something they did not understand, or the beginning/end of a life, and until he chose to return to the darkness from which he was cultivated... No created, the Gate had no power to retrieve him from the world beyond its reach. This was one truth he had found that had no limitations or exceptions, and he could joyfully milk it for all it was worth.
That was the issue at hand: the Gate had created something that knew what it knew, had access to devices that allowed for travel where it could NOT follow, and it was as defiant as anything could be. Ignorance knew this all too well, and since he was not in the “parent’s” reach, he could not be “punished” for what he did. It would only become a force to contend with if and when he decided to face the torrent head on because he knew that would be the case once he placed a non-proverbial foot back into Limbo. He had seen first hand what the Gate was actually capable of, even had been on the receiving end of many of those outbursts thanks to his own foolish actions, but he still liked to push his luck to try and get the best of something that really did rule over his and everything else’s life.
He KNEW not to piss the Gate off... but he shrugged it off much like he did anything else that cropped up that his talons sunk into. The Gate could wait... It could scream at him yes, but it couldn’t yank him by the ass into confinement that he knew was awaiting him when he went back. Fear was not a word he held within himself for personal use; He was always the cause, never the recipient.