Crash and lull -_=[Tamesis]=_-

[Atticus]

Atticus stepped out of the shadows, the stars glittering above. The crash and lull of the sea on the sand seemed tranquil, laced with the passion of the sea, the calm, powerful giant, gentle, but mighty. Of all the things Atticus loved the most, it was watching the surface of the sea, bobbing and weaving back and forth, up and down, an eternal dance with the moon, which currently glittered on the surface of the water like a dim beacon to those out on this humid, windy night. His eyes scanned the beach, and saw an islet, a bridge connecting it to the main island. He started towards the bridge, stopping only when he heard the laughter of several kids, probably camping out, as they ran under the bridge and towards the little deck on the south side of the island.

"..."

He remained silent as he continued to walk to the islet, seeing a tree that was, quite literally, sitting horizontally. He swung his legs over, and plopped down on the trunk, feeling the warm sea breeze play through his hair. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what it was like... there. Though, he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. He silently stared out to sea, his eyes glazed over with false reminiscence. He looked as though he was enjoying a particularly fond memory, but in all reality his mind was completely blank. Blissfully blank. And this was good.

He then stood, turning slowly as he saw a familiar creature. A Shadow Heartless, shaking and jerking about as it looked around hungrily, sometimes scratching at the ground like a dog hunting for a bone. He stared at it, and, after a moment, it looked right back up at him. They stared, the Heartless sitting still, almost examining this strange being in front of it. Atticus just plainly stared right back. The wind blew, howling through the trees, the crash and lull not stopping, even for these two beings of darkness.

In that next moment, almost instantaneously, the creature convulsed, then exploded, a blue, flame-like burst where it had stood blooming outward, then vanishing. Atticus' eyes were glowing a deep red for that instant, then faded back to the normal deep crimson that countless people, friend and foe, had feared. He then looked across the bridge, almost as if he knew that someone was going to start across, though there was no one there. His expectant look then was accompanied by a smirk, a trademark of his, usually when he was having fun thrashing someone about in one of his countless battles across the cosmos. From the smirk came his soft voice.

"Fancy meeting you here."

[Tamesis]

The lovely sea. It had been one of her very first children; it's immense depths where light didn't... Couldn't reach. She had played in the shadows, watching about for her targets but upon realizing they were not going to appear, she'd grown a little bored. Alas, this was still a high ranking target, but as she had expected, her exact reasons weren't there. Well, that was to be expected. They really hadn't been here very long or very often; they were too altruistic for their own good. Unfortunately, Tamesis couldn't wrap her hands around the heart of this world ... not directly... not the way things were.

She could hear a familiar fluttering; a heartbeat in the shadows. It made her smile. That soul was very familiar to her. One of her own chosen people, as it were. His intense stare shattered even the little incomplete creatures that sought this place. The ending of the little insect made her chuckle slightly. There was no soul to collect from it, but then again, that wasn't the point.

The shadowy goddess slid through the darkness that connected the bridge to the ground and slowly materialized on the bridge, making her way forward, watching the lovely young man sitting there so poised, so focused... so blank...

Raven hair was flipped into the wind as she stood before Atticus, smiling gently.

"Mmmm...You like meeting in a place like this? Personally, I don't mind it either. But it's not the best place in the Universe."

The Darkness chuckled and swept her way across the bridge to see the dark depths that Atticus was staring out into.

"... Light will never breech the sea. She is as unruly as the untouched wilderness and thrice as mysterious. She has no hold for humans within her depths either. She storms and rages to sink their ships that claim to tame her... and she spits out the disrespectful garbage back into their homes."

Tamesis chuckled as the roar of the sea rang through her ears as it crashed against the shore.

"... Does the sea call to you, Atticus?"

[Atticus]

"Nothing calls out to me, anymore. A timeless being I am, reincarnated to and fro, eventually becoming a Master of Death... Nothing calls to me anymore." he said blankly, his eyes searching the sea. He did not lie.

"By my own hands, in a frenzy of power, I ended my homeworld. One by one, I slaughtered entire cities. I watched my own friends cower in fear as I struck them down. Though, their names... the name of my home... even my own name escapes me. Atticus is all I know of myself. So no, nothing calls to me. I am the wind. The moonlight on the sand. As invisible as death, but as powerful as an entire planet... I have nothing, but own all..." he looked over to Tamesis, his eyes flashing red in self hatred and rage. "Is this why you chose me, my liege?"

Maybe he sought redemption. Maybe he even decided to cast aside his fake 'beliefs', tearing asunder his very being, deciding to follow the path of darkness, inevitable in his death... a true death, a release from the torment, the constant reminder of the world he cannot remember, the screams, a single voice, pleading...

"Atticus... why...?"

Despite all this turmoil, this pain in his heart, the Blackened Angel stood, hooded jacket flapping in the wind as he looked back out to sea.

A slight grin, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight, made itself apparent.
"Maybe someday... I'll become a true god... and pave the way for your rule." His philosophical, calm appearance seemed to diminish entirely, being followed by a deep, dark heat that emanated from him in a sharp wave. The air around him grew heavy as it seemed like space itself was being warped, a dark, low chuckle escaping his throat.

However, he soon regained control, looking further to sea. He did not apologize, nor did he look to Tamesis apologetically. She knew him best, his tendency to revert to his power hungry, murderous state... his "Id", as he called it. The reason he was around to begin with...

After a few moments, he looked to Tamesis.

"You are like the ocean. Beautiful, but deadly. Awesome, but frightening..." he whispered.

[Tamesis]

The raven haired lady listened quietly as Atticus spoke about his home. She remembered all the desolation and carnage of that world. She had collected those souls herself. It was during her duty of collection and preservation that she had found Atticus; though at the time he'd not seemed nearly so clear and understandable as he was now. The darkness had sung him a lovely lullaby and soothed his mind. But remembering would open wounds that would slowly bleed and starve him to death... and Tamesis wasn't willing to let him go to the great beyond yet.

This creature, neither man nor mortal, was of great use to her. Not only that, he believed in her without question, argument or proof. It was a boon to her to have such a warrior... as she was in short supply of loyalists as it stood. The Dark Ages of the past had tarnished her reputation; but that was only among mortals. Mortals were as transient as sands on the beach. Here one moment, washed away by a gentle tide the next. Or a Tidal Wave, Typhoon or other such Tropical Storm called Tamesis.

"Is that why you chose me, my liege?" His question caused her eyes to focus and slide back over to look at his profile, her body still poised and relaxed.

The reason? The reason behind her choice? That everyone else had abandoned him? Hardly... Light and Darkness never abandoned any creation. They were always there, hovering quietly.

"My reasons were many... Truthfully you remind me of someone I know. Someone who also destroyed everything they once held dear and because of it scorched the dear memories of the good times away. Someone who went wild with fearful power and in a desperate rage cleansed the Universe of someone who might have saved it."

She was quiet for a moment and the sea rose up to smash against the beach once more as if demanding attention despite the fact that she could not possibly understand the conversation of the dark beings on the shores, just out of her reach. Atticus' brave and bloodthirsty promise made the Dark Goddess smile despite herself, however.

"...Exactly what I was thinking myself, dear child..."

Her mind had drifted back to all the things she knew about immortal souls and how they worked, were created and what was necessary to make one strong. She could feed this boy the proper way... raise him up as her own child... and then Void would have a brother named Massacre.

His compliment came out of the blue and she turned sharply to look at him as if expecting at any moment that he would say something that would negate the beautiful and rare moment of not only acceptance, but almost... love... that seemed to be hidden behind that statement.

It took a moment to absorb but then she smiled and tilted her chin up to the sea. "Like mother like daughter I suppose. Although she's not as mature and refined as me, she is definitely my daughter."

The lady darkness did her best to keep the way that comment had affected her to herself. It was not often someone paid the shadows their due; and so she was easily swayed by flattery.

[Atticus]

Almost as suddenly as she said that last statement, Atticus had turned and looked at her, his abyssal, crimson eyes studying her face. She was horrid at hiding her feelings, and, besides that, he knew her as well as she knew him, even without actually 'getting to know her.' Where other people would sit, have coffee, and discuss the weather, they would discuss what unfortunate souls would fuel her power, their goal...

This unified goal, between the Goddess and the Reaper, that would reshape and recombine the worlds into her image... the visage of greatness... the possibilities were endless. His skill with the scythe, unsurpassed. He strength in the darkness, immeasurable. How could they lose?

Despite this assurance of their strength, however, he still had one doubt... one wavering thought that pierced him like hot iron.

"What will happen to you when this is all over?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. The aftermath of their campaign was seldom spoken of, the personal results of this adventure, even more rare for discussion. His eyes, slightly glowing, not unlike the Mako eyes of the First Class from the Planet, gazed at her from the moonlit space of the island. The only sound again, the crash and lull, the children from earlier, clearly asleep on the deck, unknowing of the two Titans that stood on their bridge, on their island, on their world, perhaps discussing it's end.

Maybe discussing their souls.

He didn't care about anyone or anything but Tamesis. She pulled him out of insanity, out of the Hell he made for himself, and saved his life. He felt an eternal gratitude, a debt of honor that he had to repay, even though she didn't even ask it of him.

He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and let a small smile show. "We get to fight a war... Entire legions of each world's finest will fall..." he nodded, summoning his scythe, and letting the blade gleam in the moonlight. "Does this excite you?" he muttered, half to Tamesis, half to the weapon.

[Tamesis]

Her eyes had wandered over the shining surface of the sea. Even in the dead of the night the light continued to try to intrude on the sacred darkness beneath the waves. Eternally buffeting against the water that never seemed to tire of reflecting the infernal light back away from itself. So beautiful...

With his words Tamesis turned and looked back at him again, eyes lidded and guarded. What would happen to her? Someone finally cared? 5,000 years it took, imprisoned and without any defense... and finally someone cared what happened to the Entity that was darkness personified. Oh Irony, you were a funny one.

Her mind slid once more over the topic she often banished.

"If things go according to plan... And that's a precarious if at this point... I'll acquire the power to exist alone without the Light half of the balance. We'll start anew. Purge the universes and... recreate Eden as it should have been all that time ago when we were new and unknowing of the great power we had... Lenora and I..."

Her mind slipped into a seething rage as she considered everything that Lenora had done to separate herself from the Darkness; all the walls and rules she'd put between them... the betrayal.

She watched him speak to the scythe and the words echoed through her being. Does that excite her? Hm... she thought for a moment and let a small smirk settle on her features.

"In most cases? ...deeply. Finally at long last... I will be seen as I truly am. Unavoidable, indomitable and ... beautiful. No longer locked away in a prison built of my own mind and existence by my sister... never again forced to "tone down" my natural essence... Pure and true and potent... I will wrap my hands around every star and snuff it out..." Her hair flew up and around her in a wild wind that seemed to be fueled by the sea's own excitement.

"... But we shouldn't rush things. After all... what is time when you are immortal?"