(Crossover) I Switch Between Secret Identities

Ready for a little role-playing game? An artificial deity awakens in an experiment, lightning in its eyes illuminating the nebulae. Its figure vanishes into the storm, then flashes between arcs of electricity. "I'm looking for someone, a worthy foe. Either I'll tear his body apart, or he'll reap my soul." The white-haired sorcerer lounges atop the city's ruins, his diamond necklace reflecting the glow of the evening sky. "As you can see, miss, there's nothing left here. I destroyed it all!" Just a grave, burying filth, rotten oranges, sunflowers... "You ask my name? Call me whatever you like. Names don't matter, do they?" The child with fluffy black hair bounces along the stone posts of a seaside railing, yet looks like a fledgling bird that has lost its nest. He gazes quietly at five towering buildings in the distance, then suddenly smiles and falls toward the sea. "Hey, can you catch me, big sis?" [Sin is rooted deep in the human soul. This world is wrong, this world is upside down! Truite cries aloud.] The writer puts down his pen after the final stroke and picks up a white lily from the pool of blood. His scarlet eyes fill with helplessness. Wherever people gather is just so noisy. More secret identities loading... P.S.: 1. This is amateur writing with no logic and out-of-character moments. I'm a sensitive author who disappears without warning. If you don't like it, just click X. No need to leave a comment. Let's part on good terms. 2. The secret identities aren't purely good people. Everyone's got issues. P.P.S.: This is the second version of the blurb. The first version is over at Altana. Theme: Even when life forces your hand, stay optimistic.