It has become the night of the day before. And I'm already fucked. I'm getting punched in the face as a burly man is strangling me with his other hand. The room is filled with purple gas. I've been knocked out with gas.
I throw blows wildly, trying to punch and push him off of me. But… I don't know if I can win. I'm too sluggish already…
Chapter 18.2: August Wakes Up First
I have simulated this war. We are on only the second simulation. We lost the first. Everyone died in their sleep except Jacob and I.
Thankfully, in the previous simulation something absurd happened. The Ghosts of Lost Souls filled the streets. They were people's loves that were supposed to be alive.
I first discovered it when I noticed the Blackheart woman waging war against this city. She was mad because "Humanity had become too evil without that man being alive!"
When I saw her illegally staying in Henry's house, it became apparent she appreciated Henry too much. I entered her home with ease to speak with her. I was with Jacob that day.
She was the most furious with us. She barely stayed calm.
"Henry was supposed to do this path instead. He was so beautiful when he did it. He shouldn't be dead if you helped. We can win with time travel, August. Jacob. Like they did with us." Blackheart says, cold and angry. "You need to try harder. All of you."
"At… what?" I say, annoyed and sad.
"August, I know you control Fate in your head. Bend the wires of fate or whatever you call them." Blackheart says angrily. "We're time traveling. We all can time travel. It's simulating."
"Dude, this is fucking cope." Jacob says angrily.
"It's not! We all simulate! We all do time travel and shit! Imagine your fights Jacob. How weird do they get in magic land? Jacob, you don't know how to teleport." Blackheart says angrily.
"What the fuck do you mean I can't teleport?" Jacob says with angry skepticism.
He snaps his fingers to leave. And is stunned. Then annoyed. He keeps snapping his fingers.
"It works during fights sometimes." Jacob says angrily.
"No, that's you giving up and freezing up in a stupid reality where you died." Blackheart says, annoyed and bitter.
I am amused and concerned with how much Blackheart knows about time travel. I have always been in denial of how it exists.
Blackheart sighs angrily.
"Fine. As always, I must do it myself. I'll figure out how to trigger time travel like the fucking church does." Blackheart says angrily.
Chapter 18.3: Seraphina Blackheart Is Hacking Reality
I already know a few rules of breaking time due to how fucking annoying my life is due to the world of dragons alone. Combat and death is what drives us further and further backwards in time.
It will be too longer to trigger that. It can only work so well anyway. I must illegally win this scenario in such an absurd way. I have to figure out how to get to where Henry was and keep him alive.
We are in a world of magic. Anything should be possible. Combat land dictates this. I have seen them make absurd builds appear to try to kill me. I have seen tanks from Henry's original time period appear to fight me.
They are abusing time in ways that are way too optimal. It must work legitly. Somehow. Honestly. I am already doing the right thing to a major extent. It is just annoying. That every church I've destroyed hasn't had a time machine, but every fight has mental trauma evidence of time travel.
Literally every church has taken at least five alternate realities before we settled on a canon reality. Which as always in Henry's book is "Nothing happened." We all didn't kill each other, I searched the churches "Willingly" and then I gave up. Went back to Henry's home. And cried while smoking weed. Again. Like always.
It's fun until the fight is over. Then it's apathy at how this world works. They keep claiming it's too canon that Henry is dead. I am in ultimate denial cause I know time travel is real. I keep dealing with it too much.
I… want more than his legacy to move on. I… am one of many people that illegally kept reading that man's mind. He had a beautiful morality. He was… peace and civilization to me. He was open minded to an extent. While knowing almost everything that was right and wrong instinctively. And even then, he overanalyzed hard to know when to punish and when not too. He was a Gray Man that leaned towards good.
I simulate Henry's mind with August Caeser's in my head to win this reality. I imagine myself with their tools, and try to do better. Cause to an extent, I can. I'm a fucking dragon.
I am literally a dragon using magic to maintain my human form.
… Libra was a Goddess I prayed to during the anarchy of my home country. The Draconic Kingdom. Of madness. It was Might makes Right for eternity. And honestly, it's like that everywhere.
I tamed it illegally. With a man time traveling in my head. Two people. Henry Sheeves and August Caeser.
It began with me being dead in a truly terrible reality. I was raped and caged as a sex slave in this terrible dragon society. I had to build a way out. With madness. With violence. With sociopathy. Malice. Greed. And ultimately, the apathy of letting them kill each other. And chasing dreams that weren't ever real for long.
Until I met another person of morality. That was a dream come true. He fulfilled a pattern of madness I could never do. With seemingly ease. As if he really was the Patron of Libra. He was the law itself.
Until he died due to the Church fucking cheating. And basically admitting they want Anarchy and War the hardest. It is easy to beat them as myself. I am too powerful here.
But the war will soon come in this reality. Chasing Henry is honestly… a ultimate copium vibe. I want it to be real cause I saw the first reality. They cheated. Henry dies in his sleep now. I know they fucking cheated. There was a different reality, then time travel happened.
I'm stuck in this timeline now until I… I dunno. It might be truly over. They keep saying it's too canon. "He's a martyr." He always dies eventually while trying to perfect this reality. And nobody likes his dream.
Jacob argues with me about it sometimes.
"We were dating in that timeline. Not you and him. I'm not r@#$%ed enough to pursue time travel. It's not real unless we're killing each other. You can't wander that far. I've experimented it with it a bit now. It's impossible. It's too fucking glitchy. And annoying." Jacob rants angrily.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I snap angrily.
"It's like a fucking dead zone to abuse time travel. You end up in multiple realities that end when your relationship dies or something half the time." Jacob says coldly.
I roll my eyes and glare.
"You must not find how useful Henry is." I say angrily.
"I mean, I do. But you're doing his job now. I don't care about the original, you're a better replacement." Jacob says, sad and blunt.
"Cause I'm stronger." I say with bitter rage.
"Henry… should've trained more before we did it. I'm sorry. I thought time travel couldn't be abused like that." Jacob says sadly.
"JUST GO!" I yell angrily.
He leaves quickly. And does his dramatic man move of lighting a cigarette on the sidewalk before leaving. Fucking dork.
He's not wrong though. I love Henry from afar too much. We never had a chance to date. And if he's alive in that time period, he's dating Jacob first. And I'd have to hope I'm next. Or make him cheat on Jacob. I dunno.
I just know every relationship gets strained and broken eventually if they date too hard. Literally. Unless they somehow got married too hard. And I dunno. I think they're both so controversial they'd break up over something stupid Jacob does. Or Henry causes a riot at his house at night, and Jacob breaks up over politics being too re@#$%ed and violent.
Part of how Jacob stays alive is he is just a generic hero. Henry is a Hero of Politics and Morality. He is… almost destined to die to me for doing anything too hard.
Men like Henry to me… are almost a pattern. I have chased so many men like him. They were cute, liberal people. That die, disappear, or become corrupted with their own madness. Like myself honestly.
Henry was the most beautiful to me. Figuratively and literally. He did such bullshit just to win a case for Jacob Deatrix. While inventing divorce as a joke of love. He wants people to be free. In every way. Even love. He never un-invents it.
I have seen his reality so illegally, it's maddening. I asked an Oracle to see what he did in his world. He was cute and manly.
His reality admits that wasn't his first rodeo with a courtroom. Courts of Law on bad days were chaotic and maddening. There were riots over important cases. Some of which Henry showed up for even when it wasn't his day to work. He showed up to uphold the law.
He tried anyway. Sometimes gangs formed to fill the rooms illegally. With violence. With rage, guns, and numbers. And in those scenarios.. Something absurd happened. Henry imagined August Caeser as his own character. And asking himself how she'd own that situation.
It was a weird, cute copium situation. Henry thinks of himself as a woman when he has to own a situation of himself versus too many numbers. It doesn't work that well since he's a man. But well.. He would illegally win if he had too.
Many times, the government did show up eventually. But when they didn't… Henry would poison the whole courtroom. He'd rage out enough to get out. Or sometimes he snuck out. But then he'd poison that whole illegal court. With absurd things. Like cockroach killing spray. Pills from the store. When Henry had to own illegally, he was a Poisoner of Madness.
He already owned his world too hard. It was a miracle they ever shot him to death. I read that reality too hard. They had to create a perfect, delicate reality around him. Just so he wouldn't be too defensive to live through it.
Henry still didn't have enough time to live again. Even though we tried hard this time. If he lives again, we will train hard so he lives in every way.
In Henry's ultimate alternate reality, he is the Ultimate Survivor of Malice. He survives due to the sheer amount of beatings he survived. In his reality, he died due to being too peaceful. And this one as well.
I couldn't fix it in time again. I didn't expect that the Church knew how to time travel this well. And unfortunately, we do not live in Henry's reality where I can google where the Vatican is. If anything, they are still well hidden and united… decently.
As.. another man of Henry's realities says, Jacob Hemlock, they are never truly united when they're violent. Or anything too powerful. Too much power means people will try to control reality too hard over… almost anything.
Honestly, Henry did it like a damn fool anyway. But I still loved him for it. He is a man I lead around in my head. I saw him perform well enough for one adventure. And I hope I carry his spirit on.
I will always want more. But for now, I live with the idea I am a Soldier that carries on Henry's will. To the point it is illegal madness. I am the sharpest sword, the most durable armor, and the most powerful warrior of this reality, Carrying on the will of a man I've seen many times. Wondering if he was alive or dead.
It's gonna be a joke. I have embraced his morality too hard. They will always say I am like him. We all carried the title of Moralist to ourselves and the world of Evil. There are schools of Morality that all end with terrorism.
My next objective is simple. I terrorize this Church to the fucking ground. I know Henry well. He thinks this school of Morality is draconian and depraved. They are still too united with strength and teamwork.
I will un-invent them bit by bit. I am not sure if it even matters. The Oracle said something very annoying.
"Henry was just in a coma in his home reality. When he died here, he went back home. Where he is fighting a war of laws and madness in his reality. With Anarchy and Malice. He has gone mad from not being able to win the war here. Then he decided to pursue it there. He thinks it's easier than it is here cause there isn't magic. Just technology they all can use." Oracle says, whimsical and sad.
"Will he ever come back?" I asked sadly.
She shrugs.
"He never controls where his soul ends up at." Oracle says sadly.