Post by Helix Crust on Oct 23, 2016 2:23:56 GMT
[Heavy Weights]
Helix walked calmly through heaven; each step on the perfectly manicured yet free growing grass meant another breath of fresh air, another friendly soul around the corner, another encounter with a renowned scholar. Certainly, the academic namekian had been learning a lot, and speaking to many religious and philosophical figures of the past.
However, the more the namekian wandered around the endless and bountiful heavenly plains, the more he realized something was missing. Everything was so perfect, he was intellectually stimulated, he had never been healthier in his life… Well, death. And to top it all off, the water up here was simply delicious… He could drink as much of it as he wanted and not gain a pound of bloat.
The most obvious answer to Helix's feeling of emptiness was the lack of other namekians in heaven. He had been up here for months on months and he had not stumbled across a single other namekian soul. Sure, there were millions and millions in heaven, but shouldn't he have encountered at least one familiar face? At least someone from his planet? At least one namekian at all?
Helix's detachment from his own culture was one reason why the feeling of loss inside of him wouldn't go away. He grew up completely immersed in namekian beliefs and customs, and suddenly he was thrust into a heaven in which he was largely not understood, and he could feel himself assimilating every day. He wanted to maintain some sort of independence, but was incapable of doing so without speaking to another namekian. Was he becoming one of the masses, a faceless orb of golden light, simply dissolving into nothing but a moral extreme?
But in all honesty, the most true reason for his discomfort was a deep down moral illness which made him uneasy at every moment of every day. His whole life, Helix had lived in a constant battle of leveraging his own morals against a negative and darker force. He had grown up surrounded by demon nameks, was constantly tormented by them, burned at the stake by them.
Helix had been so used to the presence of evil that good had become a safe haven for him. But now, surrounded by nothing but pure ideals, he felt unnerved. There were no "bad guys" in heaven. There was no anything. Simply polite small talk, well intentioned but shallow interactions, and intersecting personal narratives that meant nothing in the abyss that is eternity.
Did Helix crave conflict?
Maybe that was one of the reasons that he had become so anxious. He desired some sort of duality. Good cannot exist without evil. It was pointless to live an eternity in heaven where he would be constantly greeted by his own ideas. Where each similar ideology was echoed and echoed until it became distorted into a deafening and never ending rumble.
Perhaps the combined force of his craving for namekian culture, his craving for duality, and his craving for independence had lead him to his fatal conclusion.
So when Helix woke up from his perfect nap on the perfect grass in the perfect world, he set out to ruin his paradise. He had to find duality. He had to find his opposite. He had to find… His brother.
And so, Helix walked through heaven, his steps still even, his breaths still manicured. He would find the edge of this infinity, and he would jump off. And when he landed, he would either cease to exist, or be surrounded by evil. He wasn't sure which was worse.
When Helix finally began to find the uneven grass, he knew that he was going in the right direction. It wasn't that the ground became any less perfect. No, it was still fantastically uniform and yet unique enough to provide interest to any casual do-gooder passerby. But now it was at a slight angle. The slightest slant in a downwards direction if only by a fraction of an inch.
The implication of the angle was greater than most would consider. If there was an up, there had to be a down. And it could not angle downwards forever. There had to be an edge. When Helix felt the slight incline, his legs began to pace faster, against his will.
He was eager. As if the downwards slope in the ground was the forces of darkness balancing out his saturated soul, as if continuing forwards was bringing him closer to the very essence of balance. Only when he was standing right between the worlds of darkness and light could he truly experience the feeling of pure, unadulterated duality.
And so the intrepid vagabond pushed further still, for miles and miles. If the sun ever set in paradise, it would've been three days and three nights gone, but Helix could feel no change in temperament of the atmosphere or his heart. He was dead set.
Finally, the angle began to dip into a slight curve. The ground was truly going downwards, and Helix knew it. Darkness began to trickle into his vision on the very edge of the horizon, and the weather suddenly became uncomfortable. Soon he was sweating, and not four hours later, his robes began to stick to his slimy deep green skin.
He embraced the discomfort, able to feel a change for the first time in many months. As he paced forward and forward the sky finally began to dip into a bloody red. Black clouds soon plastered themselves over the crimson canvas, clogging up the space claustrophobically, leaving only a few gaps for the sky to breathe.
It wasn't more than two hours later that Helix finally stood on the cusp.
His feet were at a danger of slipping entirely the angle was so steep. Adjusting his body so that his feet were at an angle, Helix leaned back and began to crawl down the side of the steep hill, his palms clutching the grass for dear life. And sure enough, there it was.
There was no bottom to the hill which Helix was scaling down. Where the hill would've gently faded into the ground was instead a gap, a massive crater which revealed the entire surface of heaven to be a floating island. Underneath the hill was nothing but air, and below it was nothing but… Something else.
The namekian craned his neck slightly, attempting to get a better view. The crevice was incredibly deep, with no end in sight. Shrouded in thick layers of grey and black clouds, the drop seemed infinite. Helix couldn't make out any landmass, but the slight red tint of the clouds indicated the burgundy plains of hell lied below.
Helix looked back from where he came, to the top of the hill before the incline had steeply fallen off. The silvery green grass was a sickly muted blue when surrounded by the gory red sky of Hell. The darkness was no longer an implication: It was palpable and Helix felt it in every bone in his body. Even the perfection of Heaven broke down into a sob when pushed down upon by the cruelty of the shadows below.
For a moment, Helix contemplated his decision. There was still time to turn back. The void below didn't have to take him. He had gotten a taste of it now, a feeling of the raw evil, and that would be enough to keep him satisfied for a few days. He could go back now. His journey was over.
But still too, another voice inside of him pushed harder. It was too late to turn back now. He was almost at the complete balance of good and evil, he could feel the conflict of the forces inside of him almost achieving enlightenment. All he had to do was leap down, and the rush of wind would trigger a transformation inside of him.
Helix's sweaty palms began to slip. His sandals dragged down the hill slightly. The warm breath of hell ripped into him like the scent of a lover.
And so he jumped.