Blood stains the sand covering the floor of the arena. Two kneeling figures stand below a figure, sword in hand. There is a large space between both of them, as if a third person was there before. The Lieutenant Major stands not far behind.
K: Please. You don't have to do this. Think about everything we've done for the Empire.
BG: I truly wish it were that easy. Forces outside of my control have dictated this outcome.
K: This isn't like you. You can see reason, I know!
BG: It does not matter now. I am your Emperor, and my Will is reality.
S: If you're going to go through with this, at least spare him. One of us must survive.
BG: Gracious and caring until the bitter end, ███████! You know what? I can respect your spirit. You're a fighter, a true paragon of virtue to the Glitch Empire. It is a shame what I have to do.
K: ███████, that won't be necessary. I would rather you survive than myself.
BG: Worry yourselves not. I was given room for interpretation, and I will ensure her survival, even if it results in metamorphosis.
S: Look, If Vaki survived it in some capacity, then so can I. I must. I will not die. I still have work to do. Emperor, I ask that you spare Kejhel. I will bear the brunt of his punishment, and mine.
BG: Now there's the ███████ I know! Very well. Lieutenant, make arrangements for Kejhel to make his stay in the Rehabilitaton Center.
The Lieutenant Major nods slowly, and hits the butt of his gun against Kejhel's scarred temple, rendering him unconscious. He then proceeds to drag him outside of the arena.
S: Whatever you're planning, know that I will find a way to exact my revenge. No matter what you turn me into, no matter how much you break me, and no matter where you send me, you cannot break me.
BG: Hahaha. You know, I'm glad you're willing to do this, because none of this is going the way it was meant to on script. Your agony will be unending, just like mine. But hopefully...
S: Hopefully...what? Don't look away from me like a coward, Emperor!
BG: ...You wouldn't understand right now.
The Emperor raises his blade to the neck of ███████, forcing them both to lock eyes, and keep her focus away from the immense amounts powerful and reality bending Glitch energy coursing through his veins and into his right hand. He slams his hand into her face, gripping forcefully, and sending as much energy as he physically can through her. However, ███████ is more resilient than most, and what normally would send someone's mind to the edge of collapse turns into something else. With the resistant force she applies, a sort of friction is created, making the smallest seam in the fabric of reality, pushing her into a place indescribable to fictional minds.
This is Primordia, where our ideas become fiction. She is there. She's waiting for you. Help her. Help him.