#11, The K: The Recollection

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***EDIT*** Author's Note: This is an Alternate Universe. Based on Bleach. Character's roles, ranks, appearances, and motivations will stay the same. Things may be called by different names for my own fun, sorry. A sample index will accompany this note and will be updated as this story moves on. Also Vol 1 of this story will be a 5 chapter prologue. The format of the prologue was done in a Captain's Log, War Journal, Interview type of concept. Again for my own fun. I am very sure the next volume will be done in a more conventional fashion. Please give any criticism, negative included. Thanks in advance.

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Index: Nuine (new in)- Heaven; The Known- Everywhere that is not in The Chasm; The Chasm- Hell; Preghiera (pre'gjera)- Reitsu; Sinners- Zanpaktou; Sins- Death techniques, Arlott (r low); The Undone- conspirators against The Way; The Way- the teachngs that guide the balance of the higher plane; The Pillars- Generals of the Undone; The Ever- The Will/Power of the On High.

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#11, The K​

Volume 1:
The Recollection​

Chapter 1:
The Introduction​

For the purpose of this Recollection names that hold power when used in chants shall not be mentioned. I will provide you with rank, characteristic, and circumstance only. Starting with my own.​

Forever, in terms of human time, ago I was given the rank of "Personal Scribe: He who recollects". I will unfold to you the memories of the being that commanded and molded the most successful unit to ever serve The On High, may The Ever hold me. As long as my feathers molt I will recall the exploits of Platoon XI and the only General in our history that is recorded as undefeated versus The Betrayers, may they burn by Absolution's flame for all time.​

To those reading this and walking the plane of existence that is Earth as those called humans, these are the words of he who was declared by The On High as the most brawlic of all to ever serve our home, Nuine. This is The Mighty's beginning. While I hope your soul never sees him unsheathe his sword, I realize that many of you will fall. Horribly. You are human and it is in your very being to betray; yourself, those you love, and those that love you. In the beginning it was your destiny, all of you, to become an enemy of The Way, may it forever split those in The Chasm from those that love The Known. I lament your limited existence.​

- Weis, Follower of the Way known as Scribe: The Recollector​

If I were to tell you of power that defies the very science and logic you hold dear would you believe me? I doubt it. You have never witnessed the battles and horror that those under my command wield. For that matter you have never seen the ravage that is me. My lust for battle is legendary and for longer than your species has existed I have been called The Living Plague. As The On High saw fit to create the great white shark to be the top of his food chain, so did He create me. Mine is not a marvel of evolution. No, my skills are a product of the grind that is life.​

Ha, excuse me. I don't mean life in the way you experience it. No, I mean the muck that is blood as it coats and glistens. Ah, the drip that is life. The ray of bliss that glazes over my enemies when they realize that my power is not of boast but of substance... life, the blade that rends and molds simultaneously. With One and Only in my hand I carve my name into the very fabric of existence.​

The Archae isn't in his clear mind if he thinks this is a way to punish me. This will be a blaze that can only be matched by my killing The Legacy General himself (same person as The Archae). Legacy knows my power well. My strength and The Archaic one's fire have sharpened each other many times. But One and Only's first taste of Absolution wasn't due to infatuation with my strength. My faithful Brigadier, The Gift, was at the center of our battle.​

Human, know that you read not history but eternity. You CAN NOT appreciate the weight of the decisions I made from second to second, much less fathom the repercussions my blade etched then severed.
Can you hate a person so much that you would damn them to be the play-thing of Betrayers, may my fangs forever taste their flesh? Yet still love the same person so much that you would stand alone in Absolution's fire, exiled and commanded to burn until less than ash... all so that she wouldn't cry, but smile?​

I did and still do.​

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#11, The K​

Volume 1:
The Recollection​

Chapter 2:
A History Lesson​

In The Beginning, there was dread among those in The Known. Then there was hope and warmth, not just life. The fight inside had raged and lost. Broken, The Pillars of The Undone were dismantled and cast aside. In the wake of that event an order was established and traditions were kept. Thusly, wars between classes raged. Even between the godly. Dominance is ever the feather that shines brightest no matter the bird.​

In this time there was a strong one, The Strongest One, that was commanded to commit war. He reigned in the all of the powers that could rival his and instructed them in The Way. The Archae is the father of every Nuine soldier even if he has never met them.​

After a time the instructed forces were stationed within Districts. They patrolled these districts along with special orders that sent them to the world littered with the seeds of man and woman. Each district had its own characteristics due to the constant warring. Warring. Political genocide to be more exact.​

As life is a cycle predetermined by The On High, may The Ever hold me; our speaker, The Most Brawlic One, was destined to be born into an existence that would never hold more glory nor more bleakness.​

-Weis, Follower of The Way known as Scribe: The Recollector
　
War?? Even the most brave would balk at the literal sight of the word's meaning. Do you know why? You fear and you quake when you see an obstacle in your life. The Chasm burps and you piss your pants. Existence is a war. A war with Lady Death every day. Every time you open your eyes from slumber know that she came to see you to do battle in the recesses of your mind where your subconscious lay. A siege takes place every time your mind enters limbo and only those that truly do not want to die awake in the morn.​

This is what every breath was like in Arlott, the district of my birth.My first memory is the blood. Not just the sight of blood. I was in my pen with only my cloth between my skin and the dirt of The Known. I had already extinguished existence. There was no why. I could. So I did. After the deed was done I watched a cellar dwelling creature's first conquest against its environment. Its level of existence was probably as new born as mine at the time. It had climbed a cliff to a height I've seen enjoyed by The Prodigy General's Sinner. Just as I had noticed its movements it could confirm my achievement as well. The Thickness covered me. Engrossed and disgusted at the same time I could look up and see the only existing witness looking back at me, it was my first and last time my glory would be rivaled in my presence. It reached a height it was never meant to reach so early in its creation. I applaud that creature, but my ascension would be much greater.​

Would you find it difficult to cut out your tongue for the sole purpose of speaking to a speck of dirt? Everyday a mother in Arlott makes that decision. Of course that is the nature of the time. Any one of status had long left this district for greener safer pastures. It seemed that the only ones that stayed were the weak and those that didn't mind crushing them for subsistence.​

Black. My hair. My Eyes. The dirt under my nails as I dig in the dirt for worms and maggots, my meat. My every taste of flesh after the last incident. When you are scared of something it is best not to get close enough for it to realize your fear. I would hear, "Gnaw on you! Grind your bones! Rape you!" Now I hear nothing. No voices talk to me and tell me what they are going to do to me. Instead, from the darkness that surrounded my pen a metal rod would shove a bowl of mud and grass into my pen. They had to learn of me. A structure is only as solid as its foundation. If you are strong in the beginning it only stands to reason that your strength will grow and outpace those destined to be downtrodden. I never touched my bowl.​

In Arlott there is no crime. There are no atrocities. There is no genocide. At least there were no words for such things. Women had babies by men uncontrollably. Men died as if their life spans were that of insects. Once the fighting began it never stopped, and the fighting began as soon as you could move. We were The Lawless Ones. Upon the first true cognizant realization of the truth that is your future, everyone born a Lawless believes themselves cursed by the On High, may my might be steeled another day.​

My pen. I wasn't always alone. In Arlott you earn your distance. Time and time again beasts of hunger would set upon me. In my sleep. During a meal. When I squatted to relieve myself of burden. You learn that if you want peace, you will kill. You will make them see that in the end they are defenseless and you will not be satisfied with anything less than their dismemberment. You will slurp their thick as you pick their flesh from their bones. No quarter will be given in Arlott because none will be asked. As a Lawless grows older strength alone is not enough. The Sins must be learned from teachers and/or developed from blessings from The On High, may The Ever guide my blade. And this only after confirming your Sinner.​

A pen is nothing more than a sadistic proving ground abandoned by the godly that fled eons before my time. Even before the time of The Archae. The systemic ritual born to weed out the week and resurrect the sleeping Preghiera in everyone that it may rest in. The strongest will always rise. One generation perpetually giving way to a more crazed and victimized version of itself. As Arlott fed on itself the sickness spread and the wrath of the population spread to its neighbors. Yet even as Arlott became the epicenter for the manipulations of The Chasm, may those that fell by my One and Only forever see my face, the godly turned a blind eye...
　
Almost forever.
　
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