Interlude: Creation Reborn

Interlude: Creation Reborn

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Commissioned by Chaosbrain

Word Count: 1078

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Never did I ever think that I’d be so furious with my mother that I didn’t want to talk to her.

Nor did I ever think that was going to be what drove us apart.

The fact that she’d done so many unscrupulous things for the sake of humanity didn’t shake what I felt for her one bit. Whatever she did to make sure that every mission she needed to do succeeded never made me question her. All I saw was the woman who’d raised me well, made sure I was happy, and made my life before her I met her go away.

Not even the fact that she turned other children into weapons made me blink an eye at her.

She was my mother, my parent, and the first person in my life who ever cared for me.

And, until now, she could do no wrong.

Until she decided to make herself a scapegoat, a sacrifice, and make the whole of Vorpal her fault.

Taking away from me the chance to redeem her!

While she was teaching me everything I needed to know, she went behind my back. As I was getting the hang of my new duties, she was conniving with Sheridan. In the quiet moments where we were spending time together, she had things already set in motion.

Here and now, when I’m ready to control Vorpal and turn it around, she’s been placed under house arrest, dishonorably discharged, and Vorpal branded a rogue organization.

All the good she did in all those years no longer exist.

All that’ll be remembered are the evils she committed.

For the rest of history, my mother will be known as a heartless, cruel madwoman who took advantage of the power vested in her the moment CORE gave her an ounce of trust.

Despite the fact she saved millions and millions of lives, and the fact that every country in the know recoiled at the knowledge of her operation being stopped, she was going to be someone who’ll be vilified for all time by humanity.

So that I’ll be a hero even before I do a single damned thing!

I was familiar with hatred and wrath, but this is the first time I felt helpless with both coursing through me. There was no foe to destroy, nobody to punish, and nothing to overcome. All I had was my anger, my worry, and my… my sorrow at what my mother did. Like some sort of evil, malignant ball it curled into my chest and simply made me want to no longer feel, whilst bombarding me with thought after thought that made the feelings ever stronger.

Couldn’t she have let me try to save her?

Was I not good enough to save her?

Didn’t I have the right to try and save her?

To all those questions, the answer from my mother was apparently a resounding, thorough no.

So, I sat in my new office, of my new organization, with nothing to do besides be utterly freaking miserable!

What the hell is with this world with tough decisions made by tough people while doing tough things? 

Why is sacrifice necessary for the only acceptable outcome?

How come a person can’t just do their best, without fucking themselves over, and get decent results?

When did “good enough” become just adequate?

And, of course, with all my wisdom from my past lives, I knew the answer.

The answers to those pertained to only humans, and it was because they were human.

I created the Angels to be as close to perfection as possible. Devils were born of Demons who fought one another since the beginning of time until Lucifer threw his temper tantrum and ruined everything. Beastmen had nature on their side. Vampires, Ghouls, and other creatures all had their advantages and disadvantages over humanity.

Meanwhile, humanity is the evolutionary equivalent of passing a grain of dust through the eyes of a thousand needles.

Flesh, bone, and muscle all working together via a brain. They’re sometimes clever, or gifted with magic due to sheer circumstance, but they’re never as capable as all the other races so much more thoroughly blessed. Their evolutionary adaptation was Faith, and all that did was make monsters and masters that protected them only when required.  

Humanity, by all means, needs to suffer and sacrifice in order to achieve the same results as those of the other races they shared the world with.  That was why they venerated heroes who sacrificed themselves, why their whole notion of glory exists, and why my mother was content to be immortalized as a tyrant, freak, and traitor for the rest of her life.

I hated it now more than ever.

However… I could thankfully do something to change all of that, starting from where I was now, and in my current position.

Especially if I put in as much effort as I could.

If humans aren’t good enough, then I’ll help them be good enough. My agents are humans? Well, then I’m going to train them, equip them, and teach them all I can so that they’re the best. Sacrifice? Compromise? Acceptance of having to lose to win? Damn all of those things!

Whatever this new organization of mine was, it wasn’t going to be what Vorpal was, and it’s going to be so great, grand, and amazing that people will have to listen to what I have to say about Vorpal. Was it selfish to make an organization meant to protect humanity so great, just because I wanted to make sure my mother didn’t get vilified for the rest of time? It was, but I didn’t care, and it wasn’t like I wasn’t going to be doing my job!

Times are changing.

The gods of humanity have changed their shape into Concepts, since CORE has worked to unify them all, and they’re starting to believe in themselves.

It was about time I did more than just channel their Faith into a system that they could use for themselves.

Teaching them how to fish was fine way back then, and they certainly deserved the choice to choose, but sometimes you actually have to lend a helping hand, so that no one dies of exhaustion fishing for the whole damned village!

Power is an immense responsibility in regards to using it… and not using it.

Humanity needed to learn that, especially now that it coming into its own.

And, I had a lot of experience in power.