ARChIVE 3: The Controller

The Controller was pleased. Very pleased. Aroboros fell right into his trap! He had served his purpose well... so well, even, that the Controller considered not killing Aroboros. But then, that would be foolish. Aroboros was far too powerful now, the Controller would have to strike and steal Aroboros's massive absorbed life-force. Aroboros, however, was quickly becoming aware of things more than hate, prejudice and hunger. He was becoming... too sentient. So the Controller attempted to destroy what he had created, but could not. Aroboros was too strong for that, yet his power was still being drained into the Controller rapidly. 
Aroboros woke up. He was standing there, in the Minecraft world. There, the Controller stood. "Well, you're finally awake. Well done, by the way, on getting this far." They stood, they glared. "Winner takes all, eh?" "Sure." And the fight began. Aroboros charged at the controller, who teleported behind him and impaled him, spewing sprites everywhere. "Well, that was-" The controller had begun to say, but was cut short as Aroboros stabbed him from behind. And the two began fighting like tempests of death, sparks and blood sprites as the two constantly shredded each other into red dust. It was a sight to see, truly. And some say they are still fighting, even these billions of years later, fighting, killing, destroying, each striving to dominate the other, yet they were evenly matched. 
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