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I found you, my hero. Now you will write about my bbg Zandar. You don't have any haters. Ily, silly

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦.”

>>>Admin notes: Thinking about.. a Lygus x admin!reader who works with him alongside managing Amphoreus… eueueuue im gonna get hate for this but I don’t care.

>>>Admins: @69fandom-fanatic69 , @loserworld , @noisy-seelie , @x4az

>>>Warning, unknown variable detected!: Contains some spoilers for 3.5 (location spoilers + usage of Lygus’s real name/true identity), takes place during the eternal recurrences. Reader is hinted to be a pathstrider/emanator of the Finality.

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“I must say, you certainly have a way of conveying your.. eagerness for the destruction of Amphoreus, Lygus. Do tell me which eternal reccurence this is.”

Your voice was distant as you spoke, tone elegant and calm as your eyes stay set onto one of the many computer screens ahead of both you and Lygus, glancing into the activities of the electrical signal known as Neikos496– Phainon, watching, as he brutally slaughtered monsters in his home land— Aedes Elysiae.

The Exomyth was cold, desolate, and full of too many computers to even count, all held up by wires and sockets that ventured out into the unknown. The space lay nestled between what was known as the boundaries of Amphoreus and the rest of the known universe beyond it, beyond the comprehension of those signals that resided within the simulated planet, within the scepter known as ßme-13, never knowing they live only to fuel the birth of a universal threat— Irontomb.

“Mm-hmm. You haven’t been keeping track, have you, dear genius? Come now, you know you’re better than this, surely?..” He teased gently.

Lygus’s slow, calculating, gravelly voice cut you out of your momentary daze, his eyes— or rather, face -considering his eyes were covered up by a dark mask, fixated onto yours. A pale, shiny, smooth, robotic hand came to rest over the hole in the middle of his galactic themed chest, where two bronze arms lay cradling it from beneath it, almost resembling the form of HooH, the Aeon of Equilibrium.. you should ask him about that at some point, you think.

“Currently, Amphoreus is in its 24,006,889 millionth eternal recurrence loop. An entity derived from coreflames and memoria commonly known as the Flame Reaver from other electrical signals has been seen amidst more recent recurrences.”

Lygus pointed out towards one of the other computer screens in his direction now, which showed a large man in a black, torn, hooded coat with purple accents stomping heavily around what was left of the now burnt, ruined Aedes Elysiae.

“That’s Neikos496 from the last cycle before the eternal recurrences began, correct? He seems scary enough for someone who has been going through millions of the same scenario over and over again.” You joked lightly. Grimly, almost, watching how he staggered and stalked around, carrying himself with heavy looking footsteps and slow movements like a lost, pathetic little puppy with no owner, no love, only emptiness and despair.

“Hmm.. I wouldn’t call him scary. Perhaps, loyal, maybe. You see, what he seeks are not answers, assimilation, or even immediate revenge, but rather, the appropriate Hero for when the time is nigh and right.”

“Are you referring to the Hero Within, Lygus?”

“Do call me Zandar, would you? And yes, I am referring to such a being. Though not manifested into Amphoreus’ timeline, the one whom he seeks is beyond the sky, their sky…”

His robotic voice became more erratic and delirious as he spoke, arms spreading dramatically as he looked up into the sky of darkness and glitches, a downturned, sadistic smile spreading across his artificial, porcelain face.

“He doesn’t know it yet, but he is only bringing the Destruction Amphoreus craves closer and closer, bit by bit, as his form, his sanity, his resolve weakens, deteriorates. Until, he is nothing but a destructive shell of nothingness.”

An exhale, a sigh of relief, escaped his technical form as he calmed himself down, arms lowering, head peering down, presumably looking at a random computer screen idly.

“And you, my dear [Name], will bring about such means with me, by my side. Together, we will witness the the immeasurable heights of the cosmos’ greatest minds. We will witness the inauguration of Irontomb’s birth from Amphoreus. Together, we will overturn the Erudition’s calculations, bring it to its fall, and become known as this universe’s end.”

Humming, you simply crossed your arms over your chest, looking downwards and bringing a few fingers to your lips in a contemplative manner, nodding, taking it all in, copying his current movements.

“Together..” You began, tone slow and easy, calm and collected, eyes only lifting up to meet his gaze from behind as you continued.

“..Together, we will create a being so powerful and bloodthirsty, it will annihilate everything in its path in the name of the Destruction. They, will bring about new, broader boundaries of knowledge to this cursed universe, unshackled by the chains of what was once, previously, known as the Erudition, and guide trillions towards a brighter finality.”

Suddenly, Zandar’s dark, icy cold— yet comforting hands— came to your face, cradling the soft, squishy skin of your cheeks, gently lifting your head up to meet his face fully.

“Such beautiful words spoken yet again, dear genius. Though, as expected from a mind as great as yours.. Your name will forever be etched next to mine for the rest of time in this cruel universe. Time will always have room to acknowledge your prosperous existence.”

His voice no longer held that sarcastic, low, slow, calculating tone anymore. Instead, it was laced with pure human genuine and emotion, it even almost held a more natural voice too, devoid of its robotic drawl and all.

It was a side of him only reserved for you and you alone. In this, you were the only one a hateful, vengeful kin known as ‘Lycurgus’ or ‘Zandar’ could only truly trust.

And with the trust he held in you, you, together, will bring the universe to an unavoidable Destructive, Finality.

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ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉᵉʰᵉᵉ

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I'd be interested to read in the comments why <3

(Maybe I would write about one of them more often. It's so hard for me to choose, I love both of them and their stories. Absolutely peak)

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Should I write a story about Phainon? What kind of plot would you like? (in all cases we are the administrator of Amphoreus, I just love power, yes, yk... We torture poor Phainon, ehheheh (i l0v3 him, really))

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Headcanon

Phainon would like a girl who is older than him. Just a thought.

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Description: AU!Amphoreus is destroyed, with Phainon/Khaslana gaining independence. We worked with Lygus as an administrator of Amphoreus. It's time for us to pay for our selfishness :). (ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE) Tags: angst, slightly obsessed Phainon/Khaslana, open ending, we have no choice because we actually feel love and regret, ugh, reader's code name in the system is used, NOT REAL NAME, deviation from the canon

The cold of outer space pierces your bones, despite the fact that the flame of the man burned with such force that it could truly replace the sun in the solar system.

30 system minutes have passed since Amphoreus turned into ruins of stones, marble and the dreams of all those who were the same hologram. A line in the code.

In an instant, everything went dark. Just you and a man. With burning eyes and a burnt heart. An unforgivable sin committed by you.

–Trailblazer got it, huh?, –a hoarse laugh is swallowed up by the vast space of the system. The white noise from the interference at some point begins to take root in your consciousness. The remains of what was doomed to destruction from the very beginning. The palm is soaked with scarlet blood, which has eaten into the fabric of your body. It is still a mystery to you how he, who has so much rage, did not cut off your hand completely.

–Why... Just why?! Why all this? From you. I believed you. You promised me!, - the man's voice breaks, –You promised that we would see the dawn. Together. I lost so much. What did I suffer for?"

–You have gained independence, you have gained consciousness. This is already...–You hiss in pain, –None of my business. Express will take care of your fate. And I... will just continue trying to pluck the stars from the sky.. –Why does laughing hurt so much? Why do you like it? –You have waited for your hero, Phainon. Now let me have my share.

–What are you talking about... – he gasps – Really... all this time, it wasn’t me? Really, I wasn't the priority? None of them were a priority?

Fatigue and pain permeated your body. Slowly, your head sank to the sandy surface of the planet. A piece of space peeked out through the glitch. Now, the stars twinkle brighter than usual. As if they sense. Perhaps judging you. Perhaps telling you not to stop. Perhaps shining so brightly that they will reach the singularity. And burn. Like the beautiful sun that is heading towards you, burning you with its light to the point of nausea.

–Don't come any closer, Phainon. Or should I call you Khaslana?

Swallowing your cold along with the bile, he lying down next to you.

–This is how... This "true sky" looks like. The one you were talking about. – His voice stands out against the fading holograms. That gentle tone. You want it to be addressed to anyone but you. –Please. Tell me the truth. As your partner, as a– he stutters, –I have a right to know the truth. You can't do any worse. You already did it.

His hand is dangerously close to yours. But at this moment, his confidence and titanic determination are buried forever, along with his dreams. About you.

–You probably know my system name. My real name is not that important. I am a member of The Genius Society, an emanator of Erudition. I don't think I have enough time to explain, because Lygus will remove my administrator status anyway. I don't know his true goals, I joined this... project out of general disappointment. I am specifically not satisfied with the slavish position of Erudition. Polka Kakamond can end not only your career, but also your life at any moment. But if only she were a problem. I was interested in the Lygus project because it was closely related to what I wanted to know when I joined the society of geniuses. "If an aeon dies, how can a new one be created?" After all, the aeons were once mortal. But why then has such a simple concept as "Beauty" not yet been revived? After all, somewhere there are still those who are following this path.

You clear your throat. You got back on your feet, looking into the starry expanse

–And the main question that still torments me... "Is destruction really the only way to create something new? Something great. Something true, pure."

–And yet...I was never in the plans, was I? - Khaslana laughs sadly. Bitterness burns in his chest. –For all the time we were together. Every cycle where I was enchanted by a mysterious maiden who tried to keep me sane by rewriting codes in secret from Lygus. Who extended her hand to me when everything around was covered in blood, did you feel something for me? Don't be silent, Circe.

–I have nothing to say. -You couldn't.

–You're lying.

Barely noticeable tears on his cheeks evaporate under the fire of his skin.

–Circe...If I burn all the stars so that they can be reborn again, if I destroy every fool you respectfully call "aeon", will you love me the same way I do? Will you be able to look at me the same way I do?

You've seen Khaslana cry a lot. At some point, you felt uncomfortable with the idea that you felt sorry for the code. Although, initially, it was all kind of funny for you. You experimented with plots to see the boy's reaction. Lygus didn't stop you when you decided to go on stage at this theater. Getting into character was easier than you thought. To your great regret. Feelings were never meant to come out.

But why are you hiding your humiliating tears now, kneeling before someone who has lived through a nightmare because of you? Egoism has consumed you. You would like to destroy everything. Burn to the ground to create a new history. An endless wanderer in a vast universe.

Khaslana wiped away your tears with his thumbs, slowly humming something under his breath.

–Even if the world falls into ruins, I will still hold you close to me, –he whispers.

–After all you've done –he grins, –I think I have a right to retribution. Don't you, darling? We'll find an answer to your question about destruction for create.

Khaslana's tear marks are a reminder that he himself is afraid. You're not sure if he's not crying with you right now.

Perhaps for the first time in someone else's hands, you will feel freedom.

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UGH, it's too bad, idk. This was written as a short outline, not a full story. It's dry, but I hope I got the point across.