Game 7

8点∀ GAME 7

Silas, by boredom of being forced out of heaven and losing his motivation to fight against the system lived a quiet life.. In being a god with his right wing cut from his back and spending his time wandering about, forced to walk this earth alone; he rides his motorcycle, smoking marijuana and embracing nature as a way to escape the thought of his lost destiny. A controversial figure in every sense of understanding as his fate was one to conquer the evils of gods with an attitude that many would see as ungodly. Sniving as an attitude of mystery, one of sour remarks, and dark thoughts, anger and hatred instilled inside a lifeless body with more life than anyone could dream to have.

A day came where he was approached by a goddess, he immediately heard her name in the atmosphere. Annoying was his first thought. Amusing was his next, and beautiful; he wouldn't say but she knew he was thinking it. Both entraced by the moment and founded on memories that no longer served them they find a matching consensus within their minds being linked for a reason unknown to them.

Silas has no intent on finding the answer, Discordia continues to motivate Silas to seek out the answer. What was their purpose? Why were they here? Silas decides to let her follow along as he does nothing and Discordia makes nothing into something.. interesting.

In the misfortune that she brings, Silas is now being bothered by the same gods that kicked him out of heaven wanting to end his life now completely as they fear he will return someday to take revenge. Unfortunately, the goddess of chaos and strife is quite the confusing deity and causes any that be in contact with her to er except those she favors.

Silas mythos is one of great power and potential, like a many gods or lies or legends; the idea would be that his kryptonite was that of doubt. Our Metal Cowboy, to learn how to saddle his dark horse motorbike in a sense that would be himself to move forward towards a future of less suffering. Discordia... she... she doesn't really have any weaknesses... except for Silas. Wink, wink.

It really is up to them to save the entire cosmos or whatever this is. (Lol hiiii, its meee! Discordiaa!) [I'm everywhere.] The point is were really cool, and we have fun doing it, saving the world and shit. Well not shit. It's fine if your into that I guess butt.. were not. No judgement unless you're someone to be judged, you'll know. (Hey, it's me Silas.) What she's saying is, check us out sometime. we can have our own journey and help you through yours so... I guess it'd be cool if you came along or whatever... {Discordia} Aw (; Silas see! I knew you'd catch on. I love you so fucking much...! {Silas} —Just.... CAN WE GET THIS OVER WITH ALREADY!?

GAME 7 (intro)

“Silas! Silas! Quit daydreaming and wake up! This guy wants to fight you!”

            With his eyes closed Silas responds, “Tell him no, I’m busy.”

            “But he came all this way! He said he’s going to be the one to save the angels by the power of God and bring true religion back to the world.”

            “Did he now?” Silas opens his eyes and gets up slowly, with grace he focuses on the sun for a moment then sighs. He takes out a joint from the metal container from inside his suit jacket and lights it up hanging from his mouth.

            “Yeah, he did, didn’t you?” Discordia puts his arm around the teen as if they were long lost friends.

            “Uh, yes! Yes ma’am.” The child answered with a blush red face.

            “You think it’s easy to become a hero, kid? I’m not even the one you should be wanting to fight. Its­— ah, forget it. Let me see what you got then…”

            Discordia unhands the young man as he lets out his war cry prepared to run towards Silas in full stride. Before he got out of reaching distance Discordia grasps his wrist with the sword in hand. “Wait!” She called to him.

            “You’re going to survive this but only because I’m allowing you too. So before giving it your all and running in as blindly as you are, why not tell us your name first?”

            “My name? My name is Icarus.” He said in confusion.

            “Very well Icarus, if this is what you want to do then I can’t stop you but don’t say I didn’t warn ya!

            Icarus with his great wings spread them forth and charged forward in what seemed an instant. Unfortunately for him this was a lifetime to Silas. The look in Silas’s eyes never changed, an annoyed readiness prepared to kill at the drop of a nail. He stood there not moving just smoking his joint and this angered Icarus that he was not being taken seriously. As his sword swung; with swift motion Silas countered by taking the herbal cigarette out of his mouth and flicking it at his face. Icarus flew back dropping his sword and shield at Silas’s feet. When the loud thud sounded, Discordia went to check on Icarus. Silas picked up his joint and continued to Discordia’s position.

            “Great, you killed him! Now what?”

            “He’s not dead, he’s just unconscious. He’ll be fine.”

            “Well then, that went as expected. What now?”

            “We should get out of here. He might’ve had others following him.”

            “We can’t just leave him here, can we?

            “Sure, we can. He’ll wake up soon enough.” Silas turns his back and begins heading in the direction of where he parked his motorcycle.

            Discordia stood there a moment wondering if they should really just leave him there, she looks at Silas then at Icarus, then at Silas then as Icarus once more and stares. She finally decides to run towards Silas as he is already about to arrive at his vehicle. “Hey, Silas wait up! I’m coming!” She says with a playful laugh excited to continue with him.

            Silas stops in his tracks to see Discordia smiling and waving in elegance.

            For some reason, seeing her smile like that reminds me of the time we first met.

Autumn is a time of death and rebirth, the twigs crunch like bones and the leaves resemble the colors of rust and blood. The air carries the unmistakable crispness of fall, standing alone against the backdrop of nature’s transformation we see the wind sweep the leaves like a twister at his feet; this is Silas Ezaja.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVC8SawPnBM [Opening Intro]