Two violent flames burned upon Cades, residing where his eyes should've normally been, as if tiny suns burned within him, perhaps the incorporation of this entire world, his entire world, of Cades himself, and soon enough, as he was in the air, flapping his wings that were littered full of holes, the interlinking chains not being tight enough to hold him in the air, instead his being simply flying, as a natural part of this world, and then, another violent flame appeared as he opened what seemed to be a kind of mouth, unnaturally long fingers stretching out towards the chained man who only now realized that the figure was bogger than himself, being about fifteen foot tall in total, the fingers reaching two feet in length, quickly stopping before him, as if to touch his face, but quickly being lowered, as if it was all over already, until, he talked, the flames spurting out of his face, powerful, licking his entire face.
Why...
He already knew what Cades longed to know, he knew that Cades longed to know why he had forsaken him, why he had forsaken his story, but he had no answer, and Cades knew that, so he simply remained silent, waiting for the judgement of the chained angel in front of him, a truly fitting description, though he did look quite eerie, almost like a devil taking the form of an angel, or perhaps, a fallen angel, fitting with his name from what he could tell.
The next moment, the world fractured once more, the very sky beyond, the infinite nothingness clashing, one silver side rising as the dawn devoured all, the violent purple of the being in front of him, of his former selves subconsciousness, the ruler of this place, extending from the eclipsed sun, a sun without it's core, a subconsciousness without something to support it, and soon devouring even the silver and fighting it back, the silver that he realized to be the colour of the soul, something he only really knew because of Hecir's disability, though he had no idea why the two were fighting.
Nevertheless, the very air formed cracks, and finally, Cades looked at him once more, his eyes quickly having focused on a certain point within the silver, a point that quickly burned in violently dancing violet flames, and soon, he felt how his mind was burning, his very heart stopping, perhaps resting, though he did not die, after all, in this place, the heart was useless, simply unneeded baggage.
But his mind was slipping, and soon, his memories turned from greyish slob int colourful and filled with raging emotions he could barely control, until even those were laid into the countless chains now extending from everywhere, like strings of a marionette, going into his every body part, vanishing into nothingness, but certainly touching something very important, his very soul, his very mind, his mana, his intent, everything about him that was his, was being turned, was being controlled, taken over, even if only temporary, he was both himself and himself, he was Cades and he was whoever he had been before, he was someone else, and he felt as if he should listen to the being in front of him, as if his orders were absolute.
If the being had been anyone else, looked different in any way, perhaps more intriguing, perhaps more attractive, even if only conventionally, perhaps he would've fallen right there, right then, but instead, perhaps because he had once before been Cades, the being's attempt failed spectacularly and he was released, from both the soul's chains and the physical ones, be it that nothing in this realm was of a true physical manner.
Once more, he felt that he would've become Cades to command, Cades slave, he would've been controlled for all of eternity, but still, he felt something within him had changed slightly, some slivers of the powerful chains remaining, some memories more vivid than others, both big and small, both sad and happy, both full of suffering and full of leisure, both full of strive and full of sloth, all an none, and there were memories that weren't even his, he saw how his mother picked him up, how she gave him milk from a bottle, according to her he had a powerful bite even as a baby, he saw his father picking him up for the first time, no, rather than that, it was Cades father, it was Cades mother, but still, he saw Cades sister, happy, and Cades, tall for his age back then, swung her around in the air at her birthday party, soon throwing her into the swimming pool, her wings carrying her for a short time before she dove in, and soon, he looked up, his body having curled up without him even noticing it, and Cades opened the hellish maw again, yet, this time, he did not understand anything.
It was an incoherent mumbling in a language he had never heard of, with words and letters he had never been able to pronounce, with sounds he had never been able to hear, it was completely alien and yet familiar, it was as if he had always spoken it, but he had never understood it and never heard it, it was completely and utterly wrong, everything about it was off, as if the language was an equation, but at the end of every equation it is used in, a random number was added, it was simply correct, but randomly wrong, incomprehensible, his very mind breaking as it tried to understand, failing at even the most basic attempt of slightly deciphering the words.
Truly, the only word he was barely able to understand was due to sheer luck, that word being Cades, his very own name, perhaps the reason he had been able to... no, it wasn't his name anymore.. or was it.. no, he wasn't Cades, he was someone else.
He was a chained man, he was a man standing atop a sea, he was not Cades, he was not the fallen angel that now flew above him like an omnipotent being within it's own realm, he was himself, and if he had to take a name for himself, even just temporarily, he would do so.
Then, he should name himself, and he already knew the name he should pick.
He was a Kirgun, that was true, so perhaps, for now at least, he should refer to himself not as Cades as he had always done, but as Kirgun, the only things retained, parts of his biology, his face, some rare memories that still shone almost as bright as the moon, he would honour them if he could.
His name was Kirgun, at least for now, he was not Cades, not anymore, and the chained angel, Cades, looked down upon him once more, a long robe of chains, countless, representing guilt and pain he had carried, all in anger, all wavering, but he stood still, the endlessly powerful flames burning within his eyes.