It wasn't always with open arms that Serono accepted his duty. Even a transcendent being like the Vaalen felt the tinge of regret from time to time, the gnawing, burning sensation that it left in the center-most of his being. While his race wasn't created innately with the capability to register emotion it was only the home-bound ones who truly stuck to such a sentiment. The feelings were minimal and fleeting, but they existed, even if none of his kind wanted to admit such. Serono did most of his thinking in between dimensions, where time and space were completely at his will. If he wanted to he could spend an eternity in the precipice dimension while time remained at a standstill on the outside. For Arcinax, the shift through time and space seemed extremely rapid, just fragments of memorable travel. A standard human's body and soul couldn't grasp time in the way an experienced Vaalen could, they simply didn't possess the ability. It was like a walk in the park for Serono who had lived for eons on end, ever since the birth of the star in which he was crafted from. In terms of age, Serono was still young in comparison to some of the Elders who stayed on Ouros, long past their days of spacial venturing. Rumor had it that a handful of the existing Vaalen had been around since the very beginning when this universe in particular came to be. Such a notion seemed extremely outlandish, but for his kind it was plausible.
Vaalen were immortal, but at the same time they weren't.
The process of age did not effect Vaalen in the same way it did most other races. For a Vaalen the idea of complete immortality was possible so long as they had the will to sustain it. It was not a sense of conflict on a physical scale that afflicted them but instead a mental one, built from resolve. So long as the potency of a Vaalen's soul remained willful and strong they could stand the test of time. As a Vaalen's soul weakens in its desire to exist, in turn the vessel begins to age. While will can be found and regained again, the aged process up to that point is irreparable. For a Vaalen the signs of aging were not the same. Similar to the way a mountain eroded over time, so did they. When strength stemmed from the soul it was a cold truth that no Vaalen could lie to themselves. The weak of will eventually were reduced to stardust and returned to the cosmos in which they were created. Most Vaalen had ceased to exist not because of others, but because of themselves.
Serono did not hate what he was, nor did he possess the capacity to harbor such a powerful emotion. Emotions created susceptibility in an inevitable manner because there could never be pure content. To lengthen their lifespan Vaalen were created as blank slates to their very core, like animated bodies of crystal. There were no gods in the eyes of the Vaalen, only beings that existed because of presence or those who were believed to exist in the transparency of faith. No Vaalen in the right mind exalted themselves as a god. Even if they could control the fate of the cosmos they were still slaves to its compass. In the end it all boiled down to the greater good, the equilibrium in which had to be maintained. With power came responsibility. With responsibility came sacrifice. Serono knew better than to question the work fate had in store for him. When emotions began to exist on the fringes of his consciousness he did not shun them away, or perhaps he couldn't. If there was one thing that Serono had learned from the many young, sentient races he observed in his lifespan, it was that there was a key component to a harmonic existence with emotions. That key component was acceptance.
A spacial door opened.
Light welcomed the Vaalen as he slipped into another realm brimming with familiarity. It was an enchanting place with massive monoliths of soil stagnant in mid air. Beneath him was a lake with water calm and still. To grasp how much time had passed since the Abaasy and he were in this dimension in particular was difficult, even more so for the Vaalen who didn't register time like most beings. Every detail looked exactly the same as how he left it. Nothing moved, not even in the slightest. There were no sounds, no wind, no semblance of life to be seen. Realization came slow to the Vaalen who blinked before he spoke softly to himself.
"I must have put it in a time-lock by accident."
Serono snapped his finger and thumb in a nonchalant manner, an overly casual motion in comparison to what it caused. Life flourished as time began to move again. Winds billowed over and around the monoliths and dashed waves across the surface of the lake. Grass wavered and danced to the soundless melody. The astral presence of Bress and himself still lingered in the air like a dimming light, captured in place when time ceased to move in the realm. A breeze blew by Serono who then pulled his cloak's hood up and over his head. In spite of his past failure the Vaalen could himself without ambition momentarily as he settled down to a seated position on the grassy ground of the monolith he was positioned on. It wasn't like him to be lazy or complacent, always in pursuit of the task he was assigned. For now that changed, for now Serono seized the rare opportunity to be languid. By habit he had become accustomed to wearing an appearance as human as possible, even when he was by himself. No horns or claws were shown and his height was more than cut in half, white eyes filled in with red irises. A human guise couldn't be perfected, but Serono could get damn close to it.
At the very least he could savor some time off from the endless maintenance of fate. "At least you're behaving, for now," whispered the Vaalen. Was his relief sincere?
Deep down Serono had always enjoyed the chase.
Vaalen were immortal, but at the same time they weren't.
The process of age did not effect Vaalen in the same way it did most other races. For a Vaalen the idea of complete immortality was possible so long as they had the will to sustain it. It was not a sense of conflict on a physical scale that afflicted them but instead a mental one, built from resolve. So long as the potency of a Vaalen's soul remained willful and strong they could stand the test of time. As a Vaalen's soul weakens in its desire to exist, in turn the vessel begins to age. While will can be found and regained again, the aged process up to that point is irreparable. For a Vaalen the signs of aging were not the same. Similar to the way a mountain eroded over time, so did they. When strength stemmed from the soul it was a cold truth that no Vaalen could lie to themselves. The weak of will eventually were reduced to stardust and returned to the cosmos in which they were created. Most Vaalen had ceased to exist not because of others, but because of themselves.
Serono did not hate what he was, nor did he possess the capacity to harbor such a powerful emotion. Emotions created susceptibility in an inevitable manner because there could never be pure content. To lengthen their lifespan Vaalen were created as blank slates to their very core, like animated bodies of crystal. There were no gods in the eyes of the Vaalen, only beings that existed because of presence or those who were believed to exist in the transparency of faith. No Vaalen in the right mind exalted themselves as a god. Even if they could control the fate of the cosmos they were still slaves to its compass. In the end it all boiled down to the greater good, the equilibrium in which had to be maintained. With power came responsibility. With responsibility came sacrifice. Serono knew better than to question the work fate had in store for him. When emotions began to exist on the fringes of his consciousness he did not shun them away, or perhaps he couldn't. If there was one thing that Serono had learned from the many young, sentient races he observed in his lifespan, it was that there was a key component to a harmonic existence with emotions. That key component was acceptance.
A spacial door opened.
Light welcomed the Vaalen as he slipped into another realm brimming with familiarity. It was an enchanting place with massive monoliths of soil stagnant in mid air. Beneath him was a lake with water calm and still. To grasp how much time had passed since the Abaasy and he were in this dimension in particular was difficult, even more so for the Vaalen who didn't register time like most beings. Every detail looked exactly the same as how he left it. Nothing moved, not even in the slightest. There were no sounds, no wind, no semblance of life to be seen. Realization came slow to the Vaalen who blinked before he spoke softly to himself.
"I must have put it in a time-lock by accident."
Serono snapped his finger and thumb in a nonchalant manner, an overly casual motion in comparison to what it caused. Life flourished as time began to move again. Winds billowed over and around the monoliths and dashed waves across the surface of the lake. Grass wavered and danced to the soundless melody. The astral presence of Bress and himself still lingered in the air like a dimming light, captured in place when time ceased to move in the realm. A breeze blew by Serono who then pulled his cloak's hood up and over his head. In spite of his past failure the Vaalen could himself without ambition momentarily as he settled down to a seated position on the grassy ground of the monolith he was positioned on. It wasn't like him to be lazy or complacent, always in pursuit of the task he was assigned. For now that changed, for now Serono seized the rare opportunity to be languid. By habit he had become accustomed to wearing an appearance as human as possible, even when he was by himself. No horns or claws were shown and his height was more than cut in half, white eyes filled in with red irises. A human guise couldn't be perfected, but Serono could get damn close to it.
At the very least he could savor some time off from the endless maintenance of fate. "At least you're behaving, for now," whispered the Vaalen. Was his relief sincere?
Deep down Serono had always enjoyed the chase.
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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