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#he's jsut an immortal dimension hopper who has taken an interest in chiyori (not liking bc that implies he has feelings which he doesn't!)
chikoyama · 4 months
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Sorcerers weren’t particularly known for being brittle in nature. They were survivors, saviours, self-reliant. Sacrificial. All gallant values that they seemed to wear all too proudly on their chests like medals of honour. Values that they seemed to chant with almost a religious conviction. Carved into them like branding scars. All achieved over the span of several generations — several lifetimes. Through careful but consistent persuasion... until it seemed to become nothing but the root of their very existence.
These were values that seemed to not only echo amongst a selected crowd of sorcerers, but the rest of the population too. Right from their early days of training until they'd fulfilled their duty upon death. At the thought, a sardonic smile stretched across his lips. How very gallant, Ziggy noted to himself. Or reckless.
These were the beliefs and principles that sorcerers were conditioned to live by. Became their very reasons to too — principles so deeply ingrained within their personalities, it was almost tragic, Ziggy thought. Soldiers... no, machines programmed to unquestioningly abide by orders given. Programmed to give up their lives… for what exactly?
Because, weren’t curses humans too? Human-made at least. So were babies. Both species were warring against each other for a spot in this world. A place to belong. Aah, all beautiful thoughts — typical of anyone who claimed to be human, really. Thoughts that’d ironically lead them to their own demise... perhaps. Events of destruction and travesty were inevitable at least. They’d never learn, would they? It’d be just another repetition of history. Nothing the dimension hopper hadn’t seen before. It was the same across every Universe he’d visited.
Lightly pondering, the purple-haired creature leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, foot bouncing in anticipation for what was going to happen next. It was all too wicked, wasn't it? Languidly stretching his arms over his head, his mind briefly wandered to the bunny. Eeeh, so what would she do this time with the new life he’d granted her?
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