Failman, not sure what to do, took a step back to get just outside of the demon’s reach, and watched what was unfolding before his eyes. The Mind’s Eye, the place where all thought occurred in this vessel, was overwhelmed with a blinding light. From that light came a being, a being that seemed to be the source of the light, as Failman could not look upon the being as the light that surrounded it was brighter than the brightest stars all combined into one. The being stepped into the Mind’s Eye, and has its feet graced the land with its presence, the whole of the land was wiped clean. All that was left was the demon, Failman, and the being of light.
The being walked forward toward the demon, who was still unable to understand how this was all happening. The being stood before the demon and stared with piercing eyes at him. The demon cowered under the weight of the gaze. “You shall exist here no more,” the beaing said, his voice echoing through the expanse that was the Mind’s Eye. “Return to the depths from which you came.”
The demon, with a sudden thrill of disgust fueling him, responded, “You cannot send me back. You are not supposed to be here. This vessel is mine under the ancient laws. You have no power here!”
The being grinned. “The power of the Keeper of Light called me, and I am not Him. I descended from my throne for this one. Be gone.”
In an instant, the demon was consumed by the light, and was gone.
Failman was beside himself. Did he just see the demon vanquished without a second thought? This could not be happening. Failman took a step back when suddenly he was frozen in place by a force that was not his own. It was not fear this time; it was something else that held him where he stood. He glanced down at his feet to try to determine what was going on, but when he looked back up, the being was in front of him, close enough that Failman could feel him breathing.
“Learn from this,” the being said. “You are not meant to live in this life. You are meant for greater things. You are meant to fly.”
In the time that it took Failman to blink, the being and all the light that came with him was gone. The Palace, was gone. Failman looked down again at his feet as he tried to lift them. As he attempted to walk, he could see that his body was slowly fading away. Failman did not seemed surprised at this however. While in the presence of the being of light, he could see all the time and space pass before him like a movie playing at the speed of fast forward. He could see all the lives the vessel had lived, as well as the lives of those that interacted with the vessel. He saw this and was brought to peace. So, as Failman faded away, he knew that it was time for it to happen. The vessel would not know where to go next as all that had existed in the mind palace is gone, but he would get there. Failman realized that in becoming successful in defeating the Super Hero, he could not be the pinnacle of failure any more. The being showed him somehow that the Super Hero was indeed the villain, and that Failman was the hero. Failure, the ever constant goal of Failman to create, is the seed of success. One cannot succeed until one has failed. One cannot be a true super hero until one has learned from the failures that lead to perfecting the art. Failman welcomed the change and within only a few moments, he was gone.
The being walked forward toward the demon, who was still unable to understand how this was all happening. The being stood before the demon and stared with piercing eyes at him. The demon cowered under the weight of the gaze. “You shall exist here no more,” the beaing said, his voice echoing through the expanse that was the Mind’s Eye. “Return to the depths from which you came.”
The demon, with a sudden thrill of disgust fueling him, responded, “You cannot send me back. You are not supposed to be here. This vessel is mine under the ancient laws. You have no power here!”
The being grinned. “The power of the Keeper of Light called me, and I am not Him. I descended from my throne for this one. Be gone.”
In an instant, the demon was consumed by the light, and was gone.
Failman was beside himself. Did he just see the demon vanquished without a second thought? This could not be happening. Failman took a step back when suddenly he was frozen in place by a force that was not his own. It was not fear this time; it was something else that held him where he stood. He glanced down at his feet to try to determine what was going on, but when he looked back up, the being was in front of him, close enough that Failman could feel him breathing.
“Learn from this,” the being said. “You are not meant to live in this life. You are meant for greater things. You are meant to fly.”
In the time that it took Failman to blink, the being and all the light that came with him was gone. The Palace, was gone. Failman looked down again at his feet as he tried to lift them. As he attempted to walk, he could see that his body was slowly fading away. Failman did not seemed surprised at this however. While in the presence of the being of light, he could see all the time and space pass before him like a movie playing at the speed of fast forward. He could see all the lives the vessel had lived, as well as the lives of those that interacted with the vessel. He saw this and was brought to peace. So, as Failman faded away, he knew that it was time for it to happen. The vessel would not know where to go next as all that had existed in the mind palace is gone, but he would get there. Failman realized that in becoming successful in defeating the Super Hero, he could not be the pinnacle of failure any more. The being showed him somehow that the Super Hero was indeed the villain, and that Failman was the hero. Failure, the ever constant goal of Failman to create, is the seed of success. One cannot succeed until one has failed. One cannot be a true super hero until one has learned from the failures that lead to perfecting the art. Failman welcomed the change and within only a few moments, he was gone.
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