Gallagher's Links
Oh, this one is truly captivating. By our societal standards, he may be seen as having minimal power, yet I sense an underlying strength within him. Enduring hardships sets him apart, reminiscent of my own experiences before my transformation into this abnormal form. It resonates with me, and I find myself drawn to him even more. Though I usually absorb those with such influences to strengthen my own being, his fiery personality entices me to entertain the idea of keeping him around for an extended duration…
What the hell is his deal... I keep seeing him, y'know? Out of the corner of my eye when I'm walking alone, I keep seeing him fucking following me. I've turned around a few times, but every time I did it was like he was never there. It's not the same as the creepy grin fucker. This guy... I don't even know how to describe it. Even though he has the aura of someone who thinks he's on the very top of the fuckin' world, I never got the sense he was looking down on me. It almost felt like... No. No there's no fuckin' way he was trying to look out for me, right? That'd be fucking insane. I wonder if I can try and corner him to get some goddamn answers outta him. I know these alleyways better than anyone, fucker. I'm gonna figure you out sooner or later, whether you like it or not.
Once, I held deep respect for a creature of considerable power, utilizing it for what he believed was the betterment of Peak as a whole. It's commendable to exert oneself to achieve dreams, even if they are perceived as modest by others. However, let me truncate that admiration. He subjected me to a period of worthlessness, however brief, and humiliated me in ways that I find unforgivable. Though he may have nullified my light, consider it short-lived, for I possess magical abilities beyond his comprehension. I could consume him entirely and not lose a wink of sleep. Even if he were to threaten to pluck me, it would be futile, as I am no longer bound by the limitations of his kind. My transformation has set me apart, and I stand beyond his reach.
Gallagher's case was... A worrying one, to say the least. It's one thing for a mission to not include any rookies on it due to the high levels of risk. It's another for the team to be sent to only include me and some ranged backup. The threat this man posed even back then was immense, to say the least. Black holes... It was the first time I've seen Light twisted into such a destructive form so effortlessly. Or... I assume it was Light. Even now, I can't be entirely sure where he managed to gain such power. It was too dangerous at the time to get close and incite direct contact, so I had to do what I wished I would never have to. The Nullifiers were still new to me and the unit as a whole, with the one we used as an initial test showing the potential to be so devastating that I... There was no way they weren't anything BUT the last resort. And in such a situation, against someone like him... I had no other choice. Of course it worked. It gave me enough of a window to apprehend him at the time, but... The effect didn't last as long as we thought it would. Though he stayed put for a while, he did eventually break free after we left. I've heard that he's only grown in power since then. ...Another confrontation is inevitable, I'm sure. I can't slack off. I *have* to be strong enough to deal with him eventually. Because if I fail then... Then I won't be able to ensure the Peak falls to silence as it should.
Ganymede, a mere boy in comparison to my existence. Witnessing the joy on his face as he encounters new experiences warms my heart. I find a desire for him to retain his innocence, to preserve that childlike wonder that keeps him so endlessly curious. If it weren't for a convenient alteration in the weather that roused him from his almost eternal slumber, I wouldn't have had someone with whom to spend my insignificant days. He has a peculiar way of almost making me consider abandoning my life's purpose, but what would that make me? Yet, he's the only one with whom I allow myself to be so candid and open. Dare I say I cherish him…
After I had broken free of the ice I had returned to Peak as a nobody. It was jarring to say in the least, especially after being a great and powerful general before I was imprisoned. A dragon of great power and magnitude found me and picked up the pieces of me so to speak. His quest for power inspired me to take up the path of power once again. Maybe one day we will both be the most powerful beings and take over Peak. What will become of us when all that’s left of this world is that… us?
Normally, I disdain entering such pitiful establishments, but the desperate need for information has begrudgingly led me here. The air, thick with the sickening sweetness of roses, carried the elusive undertone I sought. The clerk, Jouta, engrossed in restocking items of no consequence to me, at first appeared unaware of the unwelcome intruder in his wretched domain. Yet, my attention wasn't wasted on his name but on his eyes—windows to the dark secrets they've witnessed. When his gaze finally reached upon my sublime form, a sharp and piercing observation, they then followed my every move as I made my way through the establishment. It wouldn't surprise me if he'd deduced the purpose of my intrusion, perhaps holding valuable insights into the whereabouts of another angemo, the relentless thorn in my side that I yearn to eradicate.
As I stand before him, I contemplate the utility of his particular light-- clairvoyance. Will he willingly divulge the information I seek about the Evangelist, or will he resist? For if his knowledge proves futile, his usefulness to me will rapidly dwindle. So, I demand this young man's compliance—what does he know of the Evangelist, and where might I find him? The consequences of defiance will be far more severe than he can fathom. Such delinquency will echo through his very existence, leaving a mark that he won't soon forget.
“He looks like a statue straight out of the Golden Age of Illustration. I’m in awe with how this guy carries himself. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to come in the convenience store as a customer, rather as an interrogator. He seemed to have a sense of urgency regarding the whereabouts of the “Abstract Evangelist”, though I’m not really one to know the names of my customers. However, I still had a job to uphold. While I couldn’t help this man in his search, I could definitely inform him of his eligibility to redeem a discount on up to 5 Beef Jerky bags today, to which he graciously purchased as much as the discount would let him. Looking back, even though I’m now aware of the man he was looking for, I am unsure if I would’ve told him his whereabouts regardless.”
Such a puny weakling, undeserving of the light bestowed upon him by those pitiful pansies. All he does is prance around some measly gardens, thinking he's so high and mighty. He's nothing but a pitiful creature, basking in the glow of false grandeur.
I fail to comprehend the source of his troubles, but one thing is clear: he is not to be trifled with. His aura is so overwhelmingly negative that it leaves me feeling unwell. I can only hope that there is someone out there with the strength and determination to rid Peak of this malignant presence.
The audacity of such a pathetic stick of a creature to look at me with such a violating stare. It pleases me that my mere presence flusters him; he needs to be put in his place. However, I have no use for a lousy prosecutor, as I know how to manipulate such things to work in my favour…
…………… He is rather…. Muscular. Isn’t he? I find myself oddly anxious, but I must remain composed. Perhaps he will have use of me one day. I mean… me, as a prosecutor.