Demacrix Shorts

A place to put short exerts to use later.
== Characters ==
* Demacrix: The immortal
* The Inquisitor: A female Immortal with whom Demacrix has history and animosity
=== Enemies ===
* The Edged King
* The Evolutionaries
== Demacrix Interrogated ==
"Why..." Demacrix opened his eyes, and scowled at the ceiling. The immortal opposite him, across the white glass table, she wore a red robe, and sported a bronze head piece, with a circular piece behind her head connected to the shoulder pads. She looked at him with equal disdain that he reflected back at her, just as they reflected each other's eyes, each other's chin, each other's long wet black hair. 
"That is not a question..." he said "Just the start of one. Ask the question." He said with seething condemnation in his eyes and voice at the end. 
"You know what I mean..." 
"Do I?! Are you sure, you seem to think I have some prestablished relationship with you, some 'familiarity' with you that I can just guess which question, of the impossible infinit of possible questions you mean." She sneered. 
"You do not get to disown-" 
"ASK...the question..." She leaned back, raising her chin with wounded pride. 
"Fine, you brat. Why did you do it? How could you do it? How could you unleashed that horror on your own people?!" 
"You seem to forget that I unleashed it on the enemy as well. A techno cosmic war, brought to an end, by the mere cracking of some glass...a real emergency..." 
"Is that it then, a rush of power for an impotent creature...?" He smirked for a moment. 
"Why do you suddenly care to know...? I mean, you know why it was done, I was ordered to but why do you care now..." 
"You will be destroyed...?" 
"So last chance for closure I see..." 
"Don't act like you know me..." 
"Funny because you act like you know anything. Destroyed....my body will be destroyed, my mind? They'll take it, my essence, my memories my soul, and shove it in the forbidden section of our library of ghosts." 
"You think yourself so important..." 
"Am I not? Why only now am I being punished...because they can't sweep it under the rug."
"Father..." 
"Father cares less than even you! You and the lot of them, up their in your ivory tower while the stars bleed! Do you even know what it was like, in the fire? Stars, turned into death rays, mountains made to walk and smash. Dragons darkening the skies." 
"I am familiar with the dangers of the battlefield..." 
"But did you see them?! Did you see the Crystal Dragonflight scorching worlds? Did you see fight with the Patchwork King and his army of echoes and composite mimics? Did the Mother Winter and her brood chill you till your bones sang!? Did you look into the Eternity Gate, into madness?!" 
"Enough! If there is a point here, get to it, I have no time for hysterics..." 
"She says that like she's going to be executed." 
"That was uncalled for...I lost a daughter..." 
"Good for you but I lost a sister. I don't know about your 'daughter', but my sister...haunts my dreams..." He threw his head back, facing the ceiling again. 
"And my 'daughter' is somehow less real...?" 
"If the girl you loved was the girl you loved, why was she on the battlefield? Why was she there, and not back in the citadel in pretty dresses, and talking about girly things, and pretty boys...?" 
"I do not know..." 
"No...you did not, and you still know nothing about your children. You still know nothing about us, past the masks you raised us to wear for you, for father." He looked down at her. "How could I do it...how could I do it?! What stupid sort of question is that?! I wanted it over..." 
"What you attempted was illegal..." 
"I wanted my sister back..." 
"So why didn't you...?" 
"She was at peace, as the dead often are. After all she no longer has the burden of having to live with herself for eternity." 
"No...I suppose she doesn't." 
"Now go away..." 
"Go away...?!" 
"I would like some peace before my end. You don't really conduct such emotions for me, do you...?" She scowled, rising and leaving as he put his hands on the table revealing the restraints and dropping his head.
== Demacrix vs the Edged King ==
"You got old..." he said in a mocking tone, his voice echoing all the same, with his elongated neck. He was a mass of black crystals, in a somewhat draconian shape, his movements accompanied by the sound of crystals screeching against crystal, and his voice have the effect of the sound of crystals shimmering. Yet atop his snouted head, was a porcelain white mask whose mouth moved. 
"And you're still ugly..." Demacrix replied. The large thing stomped over towards him, lowering its head so its real 'face' could look him in the eyes. 
"Do you want those to be your last words...?" 
"Amusing..." Demacrix said "Now where is she...?" 
"That microbe they sent to keep you on a leash? Why do you care...?" 
"That's my business Edged King, where is she..." The entity chuckled and turned around, Demacrix jumping up as his crystalmen guards were knocked down by their king's tail. 
"I don't why you do that, caring? To what end, to what point? You must see, don't you, it's all pointless. There naught but carnage amongst the stars, armies fighting armies, war without end..." 
"And the laughter of thirsting gods..." Demacrix finished in a mocking tone "Yes, doom and gloom, and you feed on it all don't you. 'Edged' King. You're the 'King of Edge'. You're practically a thought form, the psychic resonant crystals you're composed off, attuned to that frequency...and yet...I honestly do not care...Where is she...?" The king chuckled, and for a moment coughed, before turning around and sitting on his throne. 
"She's dead..." Demacrix in haled for a moment, before turning and walking towards another chair in the room, and sitting down. 
"I see..." 
"Do you...? You seem very calm for a man who is all alone in the dark..." 
"Don't...don't... Don't talk to me about the dark like you could understand it." 
"Can't I?"
"You cannot. What do you know about loss...?"
"Everything! You said it yourself, I am the King of Edge, the brooding, the mooping, the hating, the suffering, I am all of it!"
"You are nothing..." He stood up, his tail shattering his throne he walked over to Demacrix and began to cough.
"What your words 'Ten Faced', more than any other 'Immortal' you are vulnerable to me. The darkness rises off you like a black tide, and nourishes me... I am king here..."
"Yes, you are 'king', here. These are your minions, this is your castle, this is the seat of your power, and here you are king, and I can tell you with certainty...it's nothing. You are nothing, you rule nothing. All you do is hollow out men's souls and puppet them, the fools."
"Fools, like you. It was you wasn't it, who unleashed that plague, on shardling and immortal alike, death to the deathless immortals. Imagine what I could do (he coughed) with that...!"
"You really do believe it don't you, all that nonsense..."
"Nonsense, what more is there to life, than pain, misery, death, gore?!"
"Kindness, compassion, love..."
"Nonsense....!"
"Nonsense..." Edged King coughed again. "Did your parents never tuck you in at night, did you never feel anything, joy, happiness? Even a wretch like you, a degenerate cancer of an existence gets some kicks out of all of this."
"You are beating around the bush, tell me the secret of the Photon Virus..." Demacrix chuckled, he mocked him.
"No..."
"I will destroy you...!"
"I doubt that..."
"Fear me! I have killed hundreds of immortals..!" He began coughing again.
"Fear me? Really, fear 'you'?"
"You all fear me!" By now he had fallen to his knees, coughing more. "Why...?"
"Why? Why did they fear you? Because my people, as advance as they are...can be so stupid...so dense. Perpetually new, and yet, so damn old..."
"What...are you talking a-" He coughed even more.
"About...? They stayed my trial and execution on the grounds I destroy you. Funny realy. Worst days of my life are because of you, and yet now...I realize what fools we've all been. You? The 'Edged', feeling on the 'Edge' the negativity, the hatred, the anguish? You're nothing...nothing but an emotional parasite who made some interesting friends..."
"I broke you...you...the edge...you radiate it..." He was on all fours now.
"That girl, Marla was her name. She was sent her to be keep me in check, but honestly. I was just going to run, why would I want to deal with you again....but you killed her. So suddenly...I find myself all out of mercy..."
"I don't understand...'cough'...you radiate..."
"The negative emotion, you feed on, in droves....fifteen hundred years, a lot of time of build up baggage. You feed on suffering, when it's all condensed, but suffering...doesn't make you powerful, doesn't make you deserving, doesn't make you worthy. Suffering just is...and we simply get to choose what we will suffer...what we will suffer for... You call yourself king....king of the edge...but you forgot the most important part of it..."
"What...? 'cough'" Demacrix leaned forward. 
"The self loathing...you're absorbing it all, all of it. Right here, in your seat of power...?" The king looked around. His guards had all crumbled to dust while he was busy talking. He stepped back and stood up, forcing himself up, trying to find, somewhere anywhere, anywhere else to go. "In psychic network built on edgyness, you really think it hasn't spread to every single litle drone you have had?"
"NOOOOOO!" he roared, lunging towards him, wrapping his clawed hands around Demacrix's neck. The immortal didn't resist. He didn't need to. The Edged King's hands cracked and crumbled to dust, before he could do anything. His leg snapped with the sound of shattering crystal, then the other one, and he was on the ground. "Noooooo!"
"It's just you now...you alone with all of this anger, all of this hatred, this rage...at yourself. For centuries I've carried it...but you couldn't last a few minutes. What a king..."
"Please....noooo...mercy..."
"Mercy went out the door, when you killed her." The king turned to sand, crumbling, breaking, until he was sand on the ground. "Well, that was cathartic..." He leaned back, and looked at the ceiling, dead eyed. Then he sighed again.
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