[Happiness turned into hate, into sorrow. The worlds rots in turn with the tired God's feelings, with his personal nightmare turning into waking. Grimm did not dream normally. As expected from the vessel of the God of Nightmares, all he had were nightmares. But to him it was welcomed. To take the nightmares of others and the land itself so they can bare something new into himself, even if made the Nightmare King restless and him sick, it was worth it.
The decay, the true death of worlds were more dreadful. To produce nothing more, to be consumed by darkness and never move on.
To be forgotten.
(Is that the death he had given the world within his own heart? The love and hatred of the Radiance rotting this world from the inside out, what Grimm's Light had warned him about?
He remembered the hate and forgot the love. Stalled it. Did not accept the nightmare of this little world and so made it that nothing new could be birthed. Desired the past in the same way the Pale King did and did not let go of what once was, even as the rotting flesh slipped through his fingers.
Grimm and the Nightmare King would never forgive the Radiance for what she did. Even if time was turned back, they would not. But the happiness she gave them could not be forgotten.
Neither of them were death, nor could deny that happiness.
They...do not have to deny it. That hatred and love.)
The Knight comes for him in the same way they once came after the Goddess. An ocean of regret that will wash away his flames. Not to extinguish all that Grimm was but simply calm the raging fire. It's beautiful. It always has been, even since that first dance.
And so eventually, through light, flame and darkness...it stops.
The Heart, the flames...it all stops.
Grimm's knees hit the ground as he collapses, only supporting himself with his hands. The world crumbles as the thread that holds this all together strains to compensate for the dead Heart. Ash spills out from the God's chest and splatters against the ground, as his own heart is literally rotting.
But the battle is not over. Flames still erupt from the ground but they are...gentle. It will indeed hurt to stand in them but no more then a bad burn. Nothing like the flames that consumed the Knight's arm.
The battle is over but the world is tipping at the edge. It needs one more push to finally move on.]
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The decay, the true death of worlds were more dreadful. To produce nothing more, to be consumed by darkness and never move on.
To be forgotten.
(Is that the death he had given the world within his own heart? The love and hatred of the Radiance rotting this world from the inside out, what Grimm's Light had warned him about?
He remembered the hate and forgot the love. Stalled it. Did not accept the nightmare of this little world and so made it that nothing new could be birthed. Desired the past in the same way the Pale King did and did not let go of what once was, even as the rotting flesh slipped through his fingers.
Grimm and the Nightmare King would never forgive the Radiance for what she did. Even if time was turned back, they would not. But the happiness she gave them could not be forgotten.
Neither of them were death, nor could deny that happiness.
They...do not have to deny it. That hatred and love.)
The Knight comes for him in the same way they once came after the Goddess. An ocean of regret that will wash away his flames. Not to extinguish all that Grimm was but simply calm the raging fire. It's beautiful. It always has been, even since that first dance.
And so eventually, through light, flame and darkness...it stops.
The Heart, the flames...it all stops.
Grimm's knees hit the ground as he collapses, only supporting himself with his hands. The world crumbles as the thread that holds this all together strains to compensate for the dead Heart. Ash spills out from the God's chest and splatters against the ground, as his own heart is literally rotting.
But the battle is not over. Flames still erupt from the ground but they are...gentle. It will indeed hurt to stand in them but no more then a bad burn. Nothing like the flames that consumed the Knight's arm.
The battle is over but the world is tipping at the edge. It needs one more push to finally move on.]