It was Saturday morning of February 1st, 2025... Cannot see or hear anything? Then, READ THIS
We are taken into the highly advanced testing lab deep within the Technocracy complex.... The silver mirror, ever-evolving in size and complexity, grew even more profoundly.... There are legions of workers frantically attempting to control the insane chaos... but the battle was being lost.
Instead, the whole complex shook and rattled.... we then see Obed Marsh high inside of the control room, which was locked by some system hijacked by the mirror.... he gripped his holo device used to communicate with Charon within the vortex, hoping and praying that whatever did happen, she was successful in escaping with her father.... The Darkspade...
And then... as if on cue to his inner thoughts.... the mirror's silver surface sank in and swirled to become a whirlwind of terror.... Obed Marsh notices that the control panels, once flooded with awkward glyphs, fade away to reveal a normalized interface system worth exploring... perhaps the control of the mirror was loosening?
The scene cross-fades, darkness, uncertainty... the void consumed them both. Except. A selfless act of love for their daughter may have saved them...
~ Into the Wicked World ~
There came a dusk that did not belong to any season.
The sun sank behind a veil of blackened gold,
And the roads between worlds began to breathe.
Ancient stones whispered forgotten names,
while the wind carried the scent of unholiness, void, ash,
and promises destined to be broken.
A father stood upon the threshold.
A daughter stood beside him.
Between them lay a blood sword,
For the gate before them hungered.
Beyond it stretched The Wicked World.
The path to Righteousness, Balance, and Wickedness
And so they crossed fully into the shadows,
not as victims,
not as conquerors,
but as offerings—
bound by blood,
bound by sorrow,
bound by a love powerful enough
to survive even The Wicked World.....
...through the reflections...
to cross into their own world.
Charon's eyeballs shift underneath her eyelids- a single tear drips from her duct- and with a sudden shock of realization, her eyes open wide! Her body was numb at first- but her will within sent heat down to her limbs- and with a jolt she picks herself up, turning- she saw she was within the realm she is the guardian of..... The Wicked World.
She eyed the distance, and her father was lying on a gigantic rock! and with a chorus of thunder sounding in the background- waves of ethereal energies overtaking the crimson sky.
Charon crawled on the dry, desolate sand until she reached him... The Darkspade.... Spade.... Spade of Death was not breathing... no pulse... no movement. Charon was still overtaken from fatigue- knowing that what was before her was a corpse... she collapsed upon his body- while clenching her mother's Locket in her right hand.... The Locket filled with the Power of the Oracle and the key to transcend dimensions.
The body of Spade lay motionless upon the stone.... cold, silent, and hollow. No breath stirred his chest. No whisper escaped his lips. What remained was little more than an abandoned vessel, a shell disconnected from his Unholy soul.
Beyond him, amid the dying twilight of The Wicked World, two spectral forms lingered in the darkness. One bore the grim silhouette of The Unholy Knight. The other shifted endlessly, its essence unable to settle.... harmonious to the never ending turmoil which swirled within the mind of Spade Deathen....first the infant Ricky, then the mannequin Abby, and finally the young boy Spade himself. Memories. Possibilities. Fabrications came to life by the distorted mind of the body.....
They kept their distance.
As Charon knelt beside her fallen father, an unseen current swept through the wasteland. The last remnants of life drained from the apparitions, their forms unraveling into strands of fading light before being swallowed by the endless void. One by one, they vanished into oblivion.
Darkspade had offered the final price... his future, his destiny, his very existence.... to save Charon from the jaws of his own damnation.
The Wicked World stood witness as the Unholy One surrendered everything he was, so that his daughter might continue.
And then, suddenly, with a clash of lightning and thunder around them, Julie's locket... the locket of her mother.... glistened... Charon felt its power... clenched it, and a magnificent light emanated from it... then... an apparition appeared over them...
Charon's mother, Julie
