Willzahk drifted into the cold void of Maddahk's room. It had been months of pity since he was told of her murder by Wilzyx, her own son. Willzahk shifted through her belongings with a gentle touch, careful not to shatter the tranquility. He found a picture of him and Maddahk, smiling together, seeing as they would be together for the rest of their lives. In fact, he could remember it like it was yesterday...
"Maddahk! It's time to go in! Dinner's ready!" "Coming, Mom!" a young Maddahk yelled, full of happiness. It was noon, and it was in the light seasons. The room that Maddahk, and her family, was in an experimental flat funded by the Ouroborosian government. It was created with experimental Time Lord technology, creating the portal to a private dimension. Maddahk was across the street, playing with her dear friend Sarahk. Sarahk was an immigrant from the embassies in Viv. She influenced Maddahk to be naturally peaceful. "So how about that one guy... Tomorahk, you said?" Sarahk said, while washing off facepaints. "I don't know, he's kind of... weird." "Like weird, or weird weird?" Maddahk said, washing off. "He's pleasant, but not exactly friendly." "What about ... Trevahk?" "Trevahk? Him? Are you kidding? I'd cut off my left leg to be with him." "Really? Because from what I heard, he's a bit of a ... how do you put it... klutz." "Him? A klutz? You've got to be joking!" "Alright, fine. What about ... oh! I know! Willzahk!" "What? That lonely guy? Why'd you bring him up?" "This is just a rumor, but..." Sarahk said, barely whispering. "I think he likes you." "What? No way! Him? Puh-leeze!" "Maddahk! Your dinner's getting cold!" "Oh! that's my call! See you later, Sarahk!" "Anytime, Maddahk!" Maddahk's fond farewell was cut short by a screaming hovercraft speeding her way. "LOOK OUT!" Her mother exclaimed. Only inches from impact, a familiar face ran in and speedily escorted her to safety. "Thank you for saving me." Maddahk said, not realizing who just saved her. "Anytime." Willzahk said, as he ran back to his house. Maddahk then exchanged incredibly surprised gestures with Sarahk across the street.
Willzahk bowed his head with a smile, and then moved on to the next item of interest. It was a picture of them in the same classroom, with Maddahk in the front, talking with her friends, but with himself located in the back, in the absolute backshadow of the picture. He could remember the day of that fateful encounter.
"So Willzahk, how's it feel to have betrayed your friends?" "Look, guys, I'm really not up to it right now." "No way, from your apparently successful run at stealing my girlfriend, I'd say you're looking for a fight." "Guys, seriously, not up to it!" "Oh really, now? Restrain him." "Aw for the love of- can't we just think this over?" Willzahk said, being lifted about 10 feet off the ground. "Now, we're going to teach you a lesson that you will never, ever, forget." Trevahk made his fist larger and more dense than a cinderblock. "By leaving a mark on your pretty, little, chest." Trevahk spun his into a cone, and then into a needle. But just as Trevahk was about to carve an infamous symbol into the chest of a young Willzahk, Maddahk stepped into the picture. "Trevahk? What are you doing to the person who saved my LIFE?" Well-uh-nothing-uh..." "Why is your hand a needle, why are your cronies holding him above the ground, and why are you cruising for a break-up?" "Well, uh, umm, to impress you! That's it, impress you!" His hand began reverting back to a normal size, and fingers began to form. "Now tell, me, Trevahk, why you're planning to torture the person who saved my life, because WE ARE OVER!" "No, no, please, give me another chance! Please!" "No! No more chances. NO. MORE." An angry Maddahk began manipulating the air around Trevahk's Pak. "I'm done playing games with you, Trevahk, I have HAD IT with your devil-may-care attitude, I have HAD IT with your games, and I have HAD IT with YOU!" Maddahk then began imploding his Pak. "NO MORE!" "Maddahk! Stop. Please." "Not now, Willzahk!" "You'll be executed for moral symmetry. I really didn't want to see you go like this." "But he DESERVES it, Willzahk!" "And? Violence is not the answer to everything! Violence is the root of all problems! Violence makes anger spread, and right now, you're giving in to it! Please, stop! I'm begging you, stop!" "Fine. But mark my words, if you even DARE to step out of place, and lay another finger on me or Willzahk, I swear by the almighty creator, I will END you, son!" A fearing Trevahk scurried away in an anguine mass, joined by his peers. The crowd of juvenile Ouroborosian Enchixenoreans stood in silence before letting out a gut-busting cheer that would rock the grounds they were on. "Thank you, Willzahk, for saving me too." "I'm the one who should be thanking you. Without your intervention, I would have been scarred for life." The Headmaster of the Juvenile Academy stepped into the circle of children. "I noticed this worm lurking around my office, wearing my clothes, sipping my tea, and sitting in my chair." The Headmaster said, holding up a sullen and fearful looking Trevahk. "I also noticed the cameras detecting some ... hostility on schoolgrounds. Care to explain?" Willzahk stepped in, "It was the great philosopher Nicodeemus who once said, "He who cast the first stone must be without sin, or bedlam will reign again. This raises the paradox of he who wanted to throw the stone anyway must have abhorred violence." "Yes, yes, all the wisdom of a third year philosophy student, but still no reason." "Well, think about it. Trevahk here attempted to scar me and operate organic needles in order to carve the symbol of the Beasts on my chest, which was in order to defend his girlfriend Maddahk here. However, I saved her life by saving her from a hovercraft accident, which made her defend me from her boyfriend, causing a breakup. Maddahk then decided to fulfill her balance by permanently marking Trevahk by crushing his pak. However, crushing his pak now would be like ripping out an infantile's heart, considering he had that heart replacement a couple months back, switching main dependence on his pak. And... considering the fact that if both sides of the scale are isolated and fulfilled, nothing terminally bad happened here today." "That was incredibly long, lengthy, and deserved an overview at the end. 10 point deduction from... Azonia, Belzi, and Cernan houses. Shame on you three." As soon as the headmaster returned from his desk, another gut-busting cheer from the crowd. "Also, mandatory house return is in 10 seconds! I'd get started!" yelled the Headmaster from the PA System. Trevahk uttered inaudible curses under his breath and cursed, "This is not the end of this."
Willzahk then caught a breath and said "Was I really that wise at that age?" After another walk around the room, he noticed a blissful sight. His first date in the Ouroborosian College. Memories flooded back.
"So... how's life?" an adolescent Willzahk asked. "Well, I'd say it's doing pretty well, considering I'm here with you, now." "Oh stop," a chuckling Willzahk commented. "It's true! After all those years ago, I'd never have believed I would have ended up with you." "Why thank you. Care for an ice cream?" "Why, I'd be delighted. You paying?" "Of course. What's chivalry for?" "A cheap excus-" "No it isn't. It is a moral code that is rather noble and caring." Maddahk chuckled. "A cheap excuse." "Nope." "Yep." "Nope." "Yep." "Nope to infinity, HA!" "Yep to infinity plus one, HA!" "Fine. What'll you have?" Willzahk asked, as the android construct asked them what orders they would prefer. "I'll take a CherryBomber, please." Maddahk responded. "I'll have the TruffleShuffle, please." Willzahk responded. "One moment... Desserts conjured. That will be 2.49 plates, please. "Huh? Alright." Willzahk said as he reached into his pocket and took out a cube. "This should do it." Willzahk said promptly as he handed the cube to the android. "Cube accepted. 3.00 plates in change. Have a delightful night." The android said, moving to the next customer. "The stars. So many stars, held aloft by the winds of infinite possibility. You ever wondered what it's like out there?" "Like out what?" Maddahk asked. "Space." Willzahk said with a smile. "Yeah." Maddahk responded with a smile. "Hey Maddahk?" "Yes, Willzahk?" "Have a beautiful night." Adult Willzahk had to cut off the memory short in order to prevent crying.
After much snooping around in Maddahk's room, he found something very... intriguing. It was a letter, written in golden font on a white background. It was unopened, and was held by a golden seal of an angel with wings guarding the opening edges. Willzahk rudely broke the seal, opened the letter, and began reading.
Dear Maddahk Crowley...
0/00/00
"Maddahk! It's time to go in! Dinner's ready!" "Coming, Mom!" a young Maddahk yelled, full of happiness. It was noon, and it was in the light seasons. The room that Maddahk, and her family, was in an experimental flat funded by the Ouroborosian government. It was created with experimental Time Lord technology, creating the portal to a private dimension. Maddahk was across the street, playing with her dear friend Sarahk. Sarahk was an immigrant from the embassies in Viv. She influenced Maddahk to be naturally peaceful. "So how about that one guy... Tomorahk, you said?" Sarahk said, while washing off facepaints. "I don't know, he's kind of... weird." "Like weird, or weird weird?" Maddahk said, washing off. "He's pleasant, but not exactly friendly." "What about ... Trevahk?" "Trevahk? Him? Are you kidding? I'd cut off my left leg to be with him." "Really? Because from what I heard, he's a bit of a ... how do you put it... klutz." "Him? A klutz? You've got to be joking!" "Alright, fine. What about ... oh! I know! Willzahk!" "What? That lonely guy? Why'd you bring him up?" "This is just a rumor, but..." Sarahk said, barely whispering. "I think he likes you." "What? No way! Him? Puh-leeze!" "Maddahk! Your dinner's getting cold!" "Oh! that's my call! See you later, Sarahk!" "Anytime, Maddahk!" Maddahk's fond farewell was cut short by a screaming hovercraft speeding her way. "LOOK OUT!" Her mother exclaimed. Only inches from impact, a familiar face ran in and speedily escorted her to safety. "Thank you for saving me." Maddahk said, not realizing who just saved her. "Anytime." Willzahk said, as he ran back to his house. Maddahk then exchanged incredibly surprised gestures with Sarahk across the street.
Willzahk bowed his head with a smile, and then moved on to the next item of interest. It was a picture of them in the same classroom, with Maddahk in the front, talking with her friends, but with himself located in the back, in the absolute backshadow of the picture. He could remember the day of that fateful encounter.
"So Willzahk, how's it feel to have betrayed your friends?" "Look, guys, I'm really not up to it right now." "No way, from your apparently successful run at stealing my girlfriend, I'd say you're looking for a fight." "Guys, seriously, not up to it!" "Oh really, now? Restrain him." "Aw for the love of- can't we just think this over?" Willzahk said, being lifted about 10 feet off the ground. "Now, we're going to teach you a lesson that you will never, ever, forget." Trevahk made his fist larger and more dense than a cinderblock. "By leaving a mark on your pretty, little, chest." Trevahk spun his into a cone, and then into a needle. But just as Trevahk was about to carve an infamous symbol into the chest of a young Willzahk, Maddahk stepped into the picture. "Trevahk? What are you doing to the person who saved my LIFE?" Well-uh-nothing-uh..." "Why is your hand a needle, why are your cronies holding him above the ground, and why are you cruising for a break-up?" "Well, uh, umm, to impress you! That's it, impress you!" His hand began reverting back to a normal size, and fingers began to form. "Now tell, me, Trevahk, why you're planning to torture the person who saved my life, because WE ARE OVER!" "No, no, please, give me another chance! Please!" "No! No more chances. NO. MORE." An angry Maddahk began manipulating the air around Trevahk's Pak. "I'm done playing games with you, Trevahk, I have HAD IT with your devil-may-care attitude, I have HAD IT with your games, and I have HAD IT with YOU!" Maddahk then began imploding his Pak. "NO MORE!" "Maddahk! Stop. Please." "Not now, Willzahk!" "You'll be executed for moral symmetry. I really didn't want to see you go like this." "But he DESERVES it, Willzahk!" "And? Violence is not the answer to everything! Violence is the root of all problems! Violence makes anger spread, and right now, you're giving in to it! Please, stop! I'm begging you, stop!" "Fine. But mark my words, if you even DARE to step out of place, and lay another finger on me or Willzahk, I swear by the almighty creator, I will END you, son!" A fearing Trevahk scurried away in an anguine mass, joined by his peers. The crowd of juvenile Ouroborosian Enchixenoreans stood in silence before letting out a gut-busting cheer that would rock the grounds they were on. "Thank you, Willzahk, for saving me too." "I'm the one who should be thanking you. Without your intervention, I would have been scarred for life." The Headmaster of the Juvenile Academy stepped into the circle of children. "I noticed this worm lurking around my office, wearing my clothes, sipping my tea, and sitting in my chair." The Headmaster said, holding up a sullen and fearful looking Trevahk. "I also noticed the cameras detecting some ... hostility on schoolgrounds. Care to explain?" Willzahk stepped in, "It was the great philosopher Nicodeemus who once said, "He who cast the first stone must be without sin, or bedlam will reign again. This raises the paradox of he who wanted to throw the stone anyway must have abhorred violence." "Yes, yes, all the wisdom of a third year philosophy student, but still no reason." "Well, think about it. Trevahk here attempted to scar me and operate organic needles in order to carve the symbol of the Beasts on my chest, which was in order to defend his girlfriend Maddahk here. However, I saved her life by saving her from a hovercraft accident, which made her defend me from her boyfriend, causing a breakup. Maddahk then decided to fulfill her balance by permanently marking Trevahk by crushing his pak. However, crushing his pak now would be like ripping out an infantile's heart, considering he had that heart replacement a couple months back, switching main dependence on his pak. And... considering the fact that if both sides of the scale are isolated and fulfilled, nothing terminally bad happened here today." "That was incredibly long, lengthy, and deserved an overview at the end. 10 point deduction from... Azonia, Belzi, and Cernan houses. Shame on you three." As soon as the headmaster returned from his desk, another gut-busting cheer from the crowd. "Also, mandatory house return is in 10 seconds! I'd get started!" yelled the Headmaster from the PA System. Trevahk uttered inaudible curses under his breath and cursed, "This is not the end of this."
Willzahk then caught a breath and said "Was I really that wise at that age?" After another walk around the room, he noticed a blissful sight. His first date in the Ouroborosian College. Memories flooded back.
"So... how's life?" an adolescent Willzahk asked. "Well, I'd say it's doing pretty well, considering I'm here with you, now." "Oh stop," a chuckling Willzahk commented. "It's true! After all those years ago, I'd never have believed I would have ended up with you." "Why thank you. Care for an ice cream?" "Why, I'd be delighted. You paying?" "Of course. What's chivalry for?" "A cheap excus-" "No it isn't. It is a moral code that is rather noble and caring." Maddahk chuckled. "A cheap excuse." "Nope." "Yep." "Nope." "Yep." "Nope to infinity, HA!" "Yep to infinity plus one, HA!" "Fine. What'll you have?" Willzahk asked, as the android construct asked them what orders they would prefer. "I'll take a CherryBomber, please." Maddahk responded. "I'll have the TruffleShuffle, please." Willzahk responded. "One moment... Desserts conjured. That will be 2.49 plates, please. "Huh? Alright." Willzahk said as he reached into his pocket and took out a cube. "This should do it." Willzahk said promptly as he handed the cube to the android. "Cube accepted. 3.00 plates in change. Have a delightful night." The android said, moving to the next customer. "The stars. So many stars, held aloft by the winds of infinite possibility. You ever wondered what it's like out there?" "Like out what?" Maddahk asked. "Space." Willzahk said with a smile. "Yeah." Maddahk responded with a smile. "Hey Maddahk?" "Yes, Willzahk?" "Have a beautiful night." Adult Willzahk had to cut off the memory short in order to prevent crying.
After much snooping around in Maddahk's room, he found something very... intriguing. It was a letter, written in golden font on a white background. It was unopened, and was held by a golden seal of an angel with wings guarding the opening edges. Willzahk rudely broke the seal, opened the letter, and began reading.
Dear Maddahk Crowley...
0/00/00
From the surprised look I'm guessing you will receive when you open this letter, you will be met with Joy. I am pleased to inform you that your application to the Galactic Order Department was successful. However, considering the fact that you will probably be assassinated by a member of Satan's posse, we will have sent a telepathic copy to your mind in advance. However, if you were killed before this message was sent, bless you. We will expect your arrival in Paradise. Your enlightenment will take 3 days to process. After those 3 days are done, you are free to return to any planet or location you would like as a spectral figure, free of pain and death. We are also pleased to inform you that you will be returning to mortal form after the Triduum process is complete for Willzahk Crowley. We hope to see your arrival in Paradise, and we are looking forward to meeting you in the future.
Best of wishes,
The Galactic Order Department
Willzahk had enough of this "G.O.D." Business. He decided to speak to the one with the most knowledge of what this G.O.D. is. He would have to meet Death.
~Now, for Willzahk's POV~
I decided to do a little research on this "G.O.D." thing by meeting Death. I walked up to his room, and this is what he said..." If you seek to know what G.O.D. is, you must first consider who he is." I thought that was dumb, so I looked up "GOD" on the internet. Apparently, G.O.D. is an old guy who has anger management issues, a pacifistic 33-year-old, and a dove with angelic powers. Ohhh, this is going to be interesting.
