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He wasn't supposed to be here.
He NEVER was.
Why did he come here? What was the fulfillment in trying to communicate with this... monstrosity? For all he knew, Nero was unpredictable. He even got the death-row inmate that was pretending to be him killed. All because he didn't think about the precautions. Why couldn't he have just done it himself? He knew of the risks a stand-in would pose, but he went with it anyway.
But Nero.. he was always one step ahead. Nero was able to bring down all of the DELTA soldiers, one by one. They were listed as nigh-immortal beings, and yet, he took them down, every last one. And now, what was Piso even doing?! Walking into the room of where the enemy is currently kept? What was he doing, sentencing himself to a death wish?!
No, this was needed. He needed answers. He needed to know what Nero was, WHY Nero did what he did.
He was almost at the room where Nero was in. A few turns, and he would make it. Something inside him made him wonder; why does Nero even exist? From all he could remember, he just.. appeared. He made himself out to be a huge threat, and assimilated.. a lot of things. And now, he was waiting. Waiting for something to happen.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize that he made it to the door that contained the 1st Apostle of Azazel. If he goes through this door, he knows that he may never exit alive. But, he couldn't turn back now.
He pushed it open.
Inside, a whole mass of Starkill spread throughout the room. This was to be expected. He is a Starkill being, as he is an Apostle. Scouting around the room, he finally found what he was looking for.
"..It's you." A garbled, loud voice echoed throughout the room, sounding as if he was expecting the General. An illuminated blue face struck out from the darkness. "I've sensed your presence here. I admire your dedication to seek me, Piso. You're.. interesting, to put it in few words." He really thought that? He thought of him as an interesting being? That was something to hear from a literal being of Starkill. "Now, tell me, what is it that you seek?"
"What I seek... is to know what you are." That is what he wanted to know. He needs to. "Your whole being, and your design. What are you?" That simple question made the Admiral holler out in laughter.
"You really don't know what you have at your fingertips, do you, General?" From there, there was definitely no point of return. The Apostle began to move out from the darkness, his tone rising with each step. "You've been playing the same part for centuries, a never ending tragedy on repeat. Have you stopped to wonder 'Will I ever be able to break free'? Right now, you are trapped." His full form was revealed; a being made up of Starkill tendrils, conjoined to form hands and legs. His face was a monitor, displaying his blue facial expression.
He was extra close to Piso now, eye to eye. "Right now, you are only a plaything for me to talk and toy with. I could do anything within my limits with you." With a swift graze of his finger-like tendrils against his coat, the General felt himself being hoisted, and put into a different position. "I would like to have a one-on-one with you. You may not say no." And with that, they were moving, they were dancing. The General was very confused. Why was he doing this? Wasn't he just scrutinizing him earlier?
"I know what you're thinking, Piso. Why am I doing this, when I could just as much kill you, right here and now?" His voice had a tinge of mockery in it's tone. "Well, my dear General, the truth is: Your whole being intrigues me. The person who made a stand-in for their speech get killed because of a plan? You really had your thoughts planned out, General."
The General couldn't even begin to remember what even happened. What was with the constant praise from the Apostle? Something in his core was brewing, and he wasn't sure what it was. "I can tell you are feeling something, General. What's wrong? A cat scratched your tongue?" Okay, where did he learn that idiom from??
Suddenly, the General was dipped. "Even with your motivations, your fascination with seeking out what you need to seek for... it fascinates me. Do human beings call this type of fascination 'love'? Or, was it something else.." His head made an attempt to shake, but had a bit of trouble doing so. "Ah, but we can leave that behind for now, my General."
Ok, Piso was definitely sure that Nero had something for him. The way that he decided to initiate a dance with him, the constant praise, all of it was confusing his brain, almost making it short-circuit in a way. After a while more, he stopped. Huh?
"Well, my sweet General, this was fun to do." Piso had no idea what happened. Why did he feel weird from that? "Well, I believe you have somewhere to go to, my General. You can take your leave now." Well, he will do that. Before he did that, he decided to grasp ahold of the Admiral's hand. Without warning, he gave a small kiss to it, and darted away afterwards.
Nero was, understandably, quite confused, but nevertheless, he found it cute how embarrassed he looked. The General, however kept running. He ran, and he never looked back for the meanwhile.