Becomings
G'Eon would slowly walk into the cafetiria of IUC, his eyes almost empty, no emotion form the loving dragon withing them. he held up a speakerphone in his left paw, holding it to his mouth, "The Gods damn all killers, thives, tricksters.... and liers...." A tear would run down his face at this, "Whats the point of living a live you can do anything right in?! What's the point of doing something then doing exactly the opposite thing?! Saving a life to take another, Giving something to someone just to steal from another? To help a person in need just to stab them in the back... A heart of two different worlds NEVER BECOMES A WHOLE! DARKNESS AND LIGHT ARE TWO PARALLEL WORLDS! NEVER TO MEET!!" G'Eon would hold what he was hinding in his right hand, A loaded, handgun. Gasps ran through the crowd, one person in particular was making the most noice, G'Eon continued, "What's the point in trying To find love, just to break the hopes, and dreams of someone else!?" His paw was shaking.
"G'Eon No!!!!"
G'Eon would turn around, then tears would stream from his face. Scy Krog in front of him, shakily G'Eon would walk over to the Crocodile he loved with his whole heart, and kissed him. backing away, he dropped the speakerphone. putting a paw to his own chest, "I love you Scy Krog... But this Heart... this body... this life.... is all fake.... I"m not real.... I don't fit into the world, because I was never suppoce to exist...." G'Eon's paw with the gun was shaking, But he had once last thing to say...
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"Goodbye...."
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The last thing G'Eon heard was a click, the last thing he saw before light, then darkness was Scy Krog jumping at him arms out. G'Eon spiraled into death's open, lusting, skeleton grip, Hell is where he belonged, a traitor to all. a breaker of love, of hearts. Damned by himself. By his troubled heart, by trying to help more ppl that is possible. Leaving the one pure thing in the world know to die alone, heart broken.....
Scy Krog would sit in his mate's blood, holding a lifeless corpse screaming, "G'Eon!!!!!! Come back!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why!?!?! Why Didn't you talk to me?!?!?! Why did you do this?!?!?! Come back!!!!!! COME BACK!!!!!!!"
Day's later, G"Eon would be sent to his homeworld, and buried umong his tribal family. Scy Krog there to say Good bye for good to the one he had lost. And The one he loved so much.
Exactly, four weeks later, on the day Scy Krog and G'Eon met, Scy Krog took a picture of Him and G'Eon, and some roses. The took the roses, ignoring the pain from the thorns, he'd bend and braid them into a heart, then lay the roses around the picture, to lay on the bed he and G'Eon slept, taking a gun to his head and pulling the trigger. Scy Krog saw no darkness after light. he slowly was comsumed by light, seeing all the other spirits around him He'd search endlessly for G'eon, the love of his life. to find out, he had gone to Hell, condemned for his sins. Damned to years of his scales and fleash rotting away as it grew back, to having his heart torn from his chest. and chained to a wall, spears in his arms and legs.
seven years pass, G'Eon is given the Key to the light, having ot drift from darkness to light, he'd have to travel between. Scales dull grey, a small hint of blue remained. his eyes, lifeless and emotionless. scales missing, tail dragging, ears down, he'd walk threw the door to a vast feild of nothing. he'd walk, for days it seemed to another door, gaurded by a Holy Dragon, he held a spear of pure light. no metal. G'eon would show him the key, and he'd step aside, placeing the key in the keyhole of the white door, he'd unlock it, and enter the relm of light, spirits would flee, look at him with disgust, or shake their heads, and walk to him, and get to their knees to be level with him and show they cared, but eventually G'Eon would move onward. G'Eon had forgotten his name, though he knew it was there somewhere. but he was also sure, that something was here, that he NEEDED to see. Something, or someone... He'd come up to this group of spirits, and as they all backed away a little and looked at him, one caught the small, pale, emotionless red-eyed dragon's attention, a tall, strong, crocodile, a white clean toned abdomin, and green skin. His eyes yellow like golden suns.
The crocodile would look at the small, thin, dull colored, emotionless-eyed Dragon, then see the red cuts on his head and neck, "I-Is it you....? G'Eon....?"
The small dragon stopped looking the name was warm when he said it, and the dragon's heart warmed also, remembering that name was his as he nodded. The crocodile would swoop down and pickup his long lost mate and kiss him, regardless of his appearence, G'Eon was the one he loved. Then the Draconic God, Bahamut came up to the couple, and smiled, not speaking he'd open his hand for G'Eon and Scy Krog to take. They did, and there was a flash of white and black. G'Eon was holding the Gun to his head he used to kill himself, He was standing close to Scy Krog, they had just broken the kiss, and inted of backing away G'Eon droped the gun and flung himself into Scy Krog's arms. Scy Krog would fall to his knees with his mate in his arms. No one would notice as the gun hit the ground it slowly vaporized into a dark cloud in the shape of a skull. G'Eon Would kiss Scy Krog, as the small thin layer of darkness eating at his heart would also vanish. They would sit there, in eachother's arms, kissing, tears running down their faces, never going to let this happen again.