[BEING REBOOTED] A Song of Agony || MSM

. Prologue .

On a quiet, starry night, I was resting on an empty, floating island formerly known as Starhenge, where I used to live with my friends. But that was a long time ago, and the other celestials have gone their own separate ways. I haven't heard much from them since, if at all. I was too attached to my home, I couldn't leave it to be on my own, even when my own creations are wandering all around the world below. 

I've been watching them closely, even if they can't or won't notice me. It makes me relieved to see that they've been getting around just fine with the other monsters; at least, I think...

As I've had a long moment to myself, I suddenly felt a large presence behind me, with a wave of massive wingbeats blowing my tangerine-orange hair. Turning my head, I saw an orchid-purple furred beast who has some visible gray hairs, making their elder age a little more obvious. Covered in piercings where I knew they make their music from; I recognized this monster. Azeas, the Wyrm Celestial.

"Galli!" Azeas said longingly in an obnoxious manner. "It's been quite a while. Hasn't it, my dear friend? How long has it been... a few years?"

I sighed.

"It's been almost half of a century, Azeas. If it hasn't been already." I corrected them.

A faint laugh could be heard from the incredibly tall, purple celestial.

"Oh, silly me, it appears I need my maths checked! Fuhuhu!"

I knew me and Azeas never got along that well. But I still tried to care about them as any good leader would. But sometimes, their attitude was a bit too intolerable. Especially that laugh of theirs. The same laugh they would make whenever they feel like mocking someone.

Azeas then sat next to me as I carefully pulled my staff closer to me.

"So, how has our good ol' faithful leader been during all this time? How are your..." Azeas then paused, as if they were debating whether to speak a remark or not. "...creations?" They then finished.

I sighed a second time.

"They've been doing fine." I told Azeas.

"I figured, since you haven't stopped making more of those things." Azeas retorted.

"The last wubbox I've created was about a decade ago, which was the one currently in Earth Island. It's been quite a while since." I said to Azeas.

"Doesn't change the fact that you've made seven of those monsters." Azeas retorted again.

I formed a scowl, that tone Azeas used to address my creations as "monsters" felt as if they were trying to offend me. I took a deep breath and tried to remain civil.

"Maybe I've gotten a little carried away with my wonders, but it's not like they're not hurting anyone." I spoke.

"I'm not so sure about that statement." Azeas commented.

I gulped, maybe I was wrong about that?

"At least, not that I know of." I added hesitantly.

"Clearly." Azeas snickered.

I sighed a third time. Azeas was always such a difficult monster to speak with, but I won't deny that I slightly forgot about that fact. I fixed my posture, with the thought of changing the subject.

"So, how about your creations, Azeas? What was it called? The Kraigons?" I asked.

Azeas snorted. "Oh yeah, those. Unfortunately, those creatures are still walking around. There used to be five, but now there's three."

My gaze softened a bit, as I felt rather sympathetic toward the celestial sitting next to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Azeas..." I muttered.

"Eh, it's not that big of a deal, Galli." Azeas chuckled.

"Not that big of a deal? Azeas, your creation is about to go extinct!" I protested.

"Good. Let it." Azeas said, as their tone suddenly shifted to lighthearted but in a... chilling way.

"Why?" I couldn't help but inquire.

"You know, I was never entirely fond of the world below, Galli. And to think that my own creations are down there, with their minds now full of just singing and... and just... singing, I can't help but feel a distaste in my mouth." Azeas told me. I realized this entire time, that they have never looked at me once.

I looked a little confused.

"But - I'm so confused."

Azeas shook their head.

"I'd rather have my creations die out now than have them live a pathetic legacy in the future full of singing, cupcakes, and- ugh!" Azeas let out an annoyed groan.

"You do know that this world isn't just about singing and cupcakes." I said to Azeas. "It's something more important like looking out for each other and just being by each other's side."

The look on Azeas' face looked like they knew I was partially right about what I said, but they refuse to admit it.

"Yeah, well, not all monsters think that way, Galvana." Azeas muttered.

I dunno what it was but hearing Azeas say my full name for the first time in many years felt very unnerving. I could tell they were unhappy.

Before I could say another word, the Wyrm Celestial leapt off of the floating island with their massive, webbed wings expanded, and they flew off of Starhenge without warning. The beat of their wings nearly knocked me over, but at least my staff helped me keep my balance. Even so, I couldn't help but wonder,

Why is Azeas so confident about letting their own beloved creations just go extinct like that? All the hard work for what? Sometimes, I just can never understand what's going on in that dragon's head.

I shake the thoughts out of my head as I looked up at the stars for what felt like hours. A few shooting stars went by as I smiled at each one of them. I looked back down at the monster world below me.

Maybe I could do something about this. It is my job to protect every monster, after all. Why should the Kraigons be any different?