Kajilo "Wave of Destruction" Djenus

Azimuth

I woke up, my legs felt like stepping razors, super sharp, really fast, I felt I could do anything. But I was in this strange, green-tinged world, everyone wanted to be my friend. I knew it had to be a trick. Or a weird fucking dream. I trusted none of it. I looked at myself on the side of a building, strangely, it was covered in glinting glass, so I presume what I saw was myself. A tall, rangy, angry bird of prey, partially the red of fire. A sleek, dangerous bird. Maybe that's why they all wanted to be my friend, but fuck that. I'm not a metallic bird of prey half a yeddim tall. I won't let you change who I am, whoever is doing this! I'm my own person, you hear me! Leave me alone!

I was never glamorous, I was a bastard, born to a woman of negotiable virtues, whose 'trade name' was a common name for a weapon, so sharp were her features.

I may not have been advantaged, nor privileged. But I always got by, I always got the job done. People could depend on me. And I could depend on myself.

This green-tinged world, with it's limb-continents, rib-edifices and shifting layers, it couldn't be depended upon. I hated it. I didn't know it, either. And these interlopers, they were noise. I know how to deal with noise, I yell at noisy people, if they don't stop, they get silenced, usually by me.

I let myself float down and walk, landed next to a knot of two males and two females doing... something interesting to each other, but I must focus! Survival first, and this is a hostile environment, even the green sun burns a little if you stay in it too long. But I'm probably going to have some nice dreams of some of those people...

I walked and walked and walked and walked, chicken-walking, bkawk! Focus, survival, not being a chicken is important, but surviving as a chicken is still better than the alternative.

Then I heard the voice. It's like the sound an entire echoing alley makes. Oh and it's the smell of the alley too. And the buildings rearrange themselves, so I can't run... AAAh, the building walls are picking me up like a pair of tweezers, who does that?

'I am Malfeas' said the voice. 'I have chosen you. You will be my instrument. You will cause a surge, a wave of destruction for me.'

'I'm not afraid.' I lied. I lie for a living, I am a criminal and a leader of criminals in Nexus after all. And being held up by someone who uses three-story building walls like tweezers is very scary. Malfeas, is that where I am? Is that who this is? Impossible, Malfeas was imprisoned...
Oh.
This is the prison, that explains the green light. What? I didn't read much, but the orphanage had two picture books, and I had my turn like the other kids, I know about the Green Sun and it being in the place of punishment for the Yozis. I better not say anything about that though, after all, I'm being held in tweezers, and I'm a giant red-skinned chicken right now. Those tweezers have to be really precise just not to squeeze me to death.

'Of course not, You are my chosen, you are immune to fear.' As he said that, I felt greater, stronger. I grew between the tweezers, and I knew I'd never need really feel fear again. 'You are my chosen, my voice in the dark.' And I felt myself grow, my chicken was now the size of a Yeddim, although in comparison, the walls still looked like tweezers, it must have been a twist of perspective, to not allow me to grow in relation to the big dude, so I'd not get too uppity, he IS this place after all. But I knew I was growing in relation to other things in Malfeas, I could feel myself growing heavier, larger, stronger. Harder in mind, tougher, too, the sunlight was shining directly on me, and I barely felt it. And the whispers, I could ignore the incessant chattering of that little imp in my mind a little better now.

'Hi, I am Mephiston.' The tinny voice added, apparently realizing I was now aware it was a specific thing. 'I am your unwoven coadjutor, we are a team.'

"I choose who I'm in a team with!" I roared in my own mind, angrily enough, I said it out loud. Oops, big mistake, the tweezers wriggled, and my wings were clipped.

'I am Malfeas, you are my chosen. I have put Mephiston there to protect my interests, but also to help you.' It said, loudly, as if unable to comprehend not being obeyed. Eh, quite a trick that.

'Mephiston will obey, Mephiston will be very good.' The voice groveled.

"Quit sniveling. If I can't respect you, this won't work." I said, realizing belatedly I didn't necessarily want either of them to know that, but I couldn't help myself.

'I will be your rock. None can see me or perceive me but you, therefore none can stop me from assisting you with knowledge and power. The Master has made you hard to influence?'

"I am naturally suspicious, speak plainly, and we'll get along better." I could see Malfeas wasn't just paying attention to us, he was doing other things, other layers were moving, limb-bodies shifting, all over the horizon. The tiny voice in my head sounded suspicious now.

'Suspicious? But Mephiston is your loyal friend, helpful, adaptable, only want your good, if you get hurt, I get hurt, if you fail, I get punished...' It squeaked, plaintively.

"If I fail, I'll probably take a swing at you first, do NOT fail me."

'I understand.' It said, no sound of tinniness, just pure, solid commitment, solemnity.

'IT IS DONE.' Malfeas voice brooked no argument, and I was set down. 'GO INTO CREATION, ENACT MY WILL.'

Mephiston said 'walk, any direction, it doesn't matter. Just set one foot in front of the other. After five days, we will arrive to our destination.'

"To what purpose?"

'It is the only way to exit the Master.'

"Exit the master?"

'The Master is body, city and plane, when we return to your home, we exit the body of the Master, it is respectful to only refer to the Master, or the Master's Body, when leaving this place.'

"Bah, I didn't need that mental image. So we are like a flea on the... on Malfeas' body?" I wanted not to sound impressed, it was hard.

'If anything, the flea would be larger.'

I said nothing. Mephiston was getting on my nerves. He was ordered to help me, but had no loyalty to me, he was therefore unreliable. He did lead me to the right end of Cecelyne's 'endless' desert.

— Kajilo's own musings