The Infinity Protocol
So... this was it. The moment had finally arrived for Eclipse to fully enter into the sacred room Calypso had warned him that he would never be able to enter. The room which housed his personal Infinity Protocol. He believed that his own dark, shadowed heart was the only true protection that angels had from Vice's demonic power and influence. Somehow, all those years in isolation had brought the logical, calculating spymaster to the point of actually believing in a god aside from booze and debauchery.
Yet, here he was. Just about to unlock the chains covering over this dilapidated wooden door. WesternEclipse. A term he always knew was important, but couldn't have realized that this wooden door, had within it, the ability to, in theory, use Calypso's holy light to fully re-write reality itself. The Infinity Protocol was said to be a book. A place where Eclipse could log the wishes, he most desired to become reality. He had gone from being a husk who believed that responsibility was for others, to the point of thinking that the responsibility of re-writing reality should be one put into his feline like paws. His existence truly must have been someone's idea of a cruel joke, right Calypso? He knows that titan is listening. Just like clockwork, invoking his name caused a light buzzing inside his inner mind. Even in Lagharia, the physical manifestation of Eclipse's mind, Calypso could still reach through the invoking of his name. Why he never just decided to raid the place like before and wipe it clean whenever he wanted would always be beyond Eclipse.
"You know that you must do this. Chronias being dead ends the game little Eclipse, doesn't it?" Such a mocking tone. It was as if Calypso was intentionally playing into how much I loved him.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN CONTROL US DON'T YOU!? THAT THIS IS ALL SOME GRAND PLAN OF YOURS!? NO! I REFUSE!" With a swish of his palms the door disintegrated into shadows, only to appear adorned in golden holy light afterwards.
"I will not let you abandon your destiny mortal! Remember, your soul is on the line in this game!"
"THEN JUST TAKE IT! YOU'VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME RIGHT FROM THE START! YOU DIDN'T LET ME MARRY HIM, THEN GIVE ME HOPE, JUST TO RIP IT AWAY. AGAIN!" Eclipse shouted into the now entirely empty Lagharia. Despite all his efforts, the game was already lost. There were no moves left to take. This door wouldn't lead to some special tool to write Chronias back to life! It was just going to be a reset. ANOTHER RESET OF TIME. Calypso had even told him that until... until he met Western... WesternDragoon? Wasn't that the title of that fucker who... who....
"He didn't kill me you know." Chronias' voice rung in Eclipse's head like a torture.
"Leave me be ghost! I've had enough of these voices in my head! CALYPSO! THE GAME IS OVER! I LOSE!"
"You think that you're the one who gets to decide the end of this game? I've personally found the role of demonic puppet master quite encouraging honestly. So, this game continues until I decide it's done. You've made this world stuck into your own Vice-Grip." Again... wait.... this isn't right? This isn't what... Calypso... would tell me....
"VICE!" With that Eclipse tackled the door and suddenly there was nothing but darkness again. Then, what arose from the darkness was a pedestal. It held what was promised. A book. A journal. Bound in crimson leather with light blue decorative lines right along the outside of the outer cover. It was Chronias' signature colors! Currently, it's pages were completely empty. Now that Western had been met... could it be? That I will retain any memory I jot down in this... journal? Is that what the Infinity Protocol truly is? With bated breath, he approaches the pedestal and suddenly, Lagharia produced him a quill. Red feathered...
Eclipse felt the urge to prick his finger with the point of the quill. Surprisingly, it actually drew "blood" or cause some shadow to leak from his finger. Eclipse closed his eyes as he'd been taught by Calypso at the start of their little game.
"ECLIPSE! Oh, thank Eterna you made it! Listen! This is your strongest tool! Write into the book that the game is over, and you win!" Another trick from Calypso. I still can't trust him even now. It was nice to notice that it was actually Calypso trying to trick him instead of Vice this time though. Of course this was just another elaborate trick. Eclipse has heard Calypso try to confuse him by pretending to be Vice's influence. His shadow flared a bit, a shade even deeper dark than the black expanse surrounding him illuminated by the holy artifact in front of him.
"You don't get to dictate the rules of this game any more Calypso. Now? That's my job." The first thing he writes in the book is this.
"The Infinity Protocol is a book that will never end. Now, we begin again."
Purpose
The purpose of this document is to keep track of the memories of all characters and twist them around. The Infinity Protocol is also the novel of which I, WesternEclipse hope now to create, which will describe a feeling of ten years of utter isolation. Now that I'm finally in the right headspace to write something into this journal, we finally have a true chance of winning this game against God. No one truly knows what the "game against God" truly is. So, I'll give you a bit of a hint to what the nature of the game is.
Calypso believes himself to be truly perfect. How can any truly perfect being actually stand to "lose?" Yet he has asked me to face off with Vice. This shows to me there is a weakness to him. If all the souls within Infinitum and Eterna turned on him through, let's say, a shadow's influence, such as me, then all of paradise could be at risk. He believes I do not know of Vice's true nature. I do not fully know but, I know this. I am the angelic counterpart to Vice. Without me being here to defend Infinitum City and being allowed to do so freely, Vice will fully corrupt Eterna, and "a new Calypso will be chosen." Yeah. Chosen. Just like all of us had choices to be slaves to his holy light, right?
That's why I started the game in the first place. None of us had have the right to choose for our entire existences. He may try to hide that from us, but I do know this. My nature is to know things. Things I shouldn't. To discover that which I immediately wish I could forget. However, my nature is also to retain this knowledge through the Infinity Protocols, now multiple that I have assigned to each of my greatest assets. There will be more who get to access into Lagharia I'm sure, but for right now, I must be careful about what I write and who I let in. I do not believe this Infinity Protocol will be taken well by the general public of Infinitum.
Thus, my main goal with all of this is to create a document that will actually be a proper moral code for angels to follow. I've heard what happens to them being described as "abstraction" but that doesn't fit fully. What happens is they become truly, fully, overshadowed. The scariest part here is that there is a true risk of Calypso being fully overshadowed by Vice influencing enough angels and demons to beg for non-existence just to escape the pain.
The angel Samuel, one of my dearest angelic friends, must find me again at some point. Calypso, make this so through the power of this enchanted holy artifact. You have my belief that you can help me, but you must actually trust me.
"How can I trust you when you cannot trust yourself?" Why would you compel me to write that Calypso? Do... do I really not trust myself? How could I have accomplished what I have without trusting that I was doing the right thing? "It is core to your being that you do not trust yourself?" Why are you compelling me to write it with question marks? Is... ah I see. You're trying to do "angelic therapy" on me, aren't you? So, here's a real question that the Infinity Protocol seeks to answer.
Can you make God fear you?
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