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Dreams of an Absolution	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 9670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I tear on the leash
That keeps me contained and controlled
Let me go!
I wanna break free
And fight my way out of this hole,"
Ties that Bind (Alter Bridge "Blackbird")

Dreams of an Absolution
Chapter 34
The massive, ornate mirror began to glow, until its glass faded into phantom light, allowing the travelers to pass through it. The moment she set foot in the crystalline palace, Blossom's eyes snapped open. Something was wrong. She took another step, terrified to look down. The room was bigger, her steps were uneven. She needed to balance again. Trembling, tears filling her eyes, Blossom touched her face. Her eyes grew wider still; she traced her hands across her body.
Her heart began to race, her breaths came in short, forced gasps. Blossom took a deep breath, struggling to fight back the tears, struggling to breathe with the lump filling her throat. She swallowed and shook her head, clenching her eyes shut. It couldn't...he wouldn't. She touched her face again and, lips quivering, turned to see Chamberlain pass through the mirror, returned to his normal ninja form.
With a terrified scream, she shoved him out of her way to look at her reflection in the mirror.
"NO!" Blossom screamed, falling to her knees, reaching out and touching her reflection, "NO! NO! NO!" She smashed her fist against the glass, punctuating each cry, but it refused to give. It refused to take her back, to return her to what she was just moments ago. Blossom was shorter once more, she'd lost her fingers, her toes, her breasts...everything that had made her perfect and beautiful was gone. Staring down at her stubby mitts, tears poured down her cheeks.
"No...no it isn't fair! Give it back! GIVE IT BACK!" She screamed, smashing the glass again and again, "Make me pretty again! Please! PLEASE! Don't do this! NO!" Behind her, Chamberlain stood uneasily, unsure of how to even react. On one hand, he'd seen Blossom at her strongest, tearing apart one of the High Lords like he was nothing, but now...now she was just a sobbing little girl. If it were a fight, maybe he'd know how to move forward. But listening to her cries grow more and more pained, he found himself frozen in helplessness.
"My Lady..." he whispered, reaching out a hand to her. He paused, then let it fall. What could he say or do? Blossom doubled over, crying into her arms. This was it. Hookocho's last laugh. That's what he meant when he said he was glad. Hiccuping, wiping the tears away from her eyes, she stared into her own bug eyes. She looked at her body, a child's body again. She looked at her weird mitts, her weird feet, her big head. Blossom clenched her teeth and glared, fresh hot tears streaming down her bright red cheeks. Fire welled up inside her and poured from her eyes, a feral snarl rose up in her throat.
With a bitter cry, she reared back, unleashing the massive extent of her power. The raging rose light filled the dark crystal palace, banishing the shadows and shaking the very foundation of the floating island. Cracks formed in the walls, the ground beneath her split, and the temperature inside became nearly unbearable. Chamberlain stared in awe, watching as her physical form started to change. But, just before her power could explode, it fizzled out entirely. Blossom fell on her face, sobbing uncontrollably. Just like that, the little goddess was a little girl again.
"It's not fair...it's not fair! I deserve it! I deserve a body that fits the real me!" she cried between body wracking sobs. She threw a weak punch at the mirror, barely strong enough to rattle the glass. Blossom threw another punch at her reflection, and another. With each strike, she grew weaker and cried harder, "Why? Why can't I keep my real body? I deserve it! I deserve to be the real me! I deserve to be beautiful! I...I...I need it...please give it back..." She hunched over and shook, her cries going silent.
Faintly, Chamberlain heard her whisper, "He deserves better...he deserves a better me...why can't I be good enough?" Chamberlain stalked toward the Powerpuff girl, kneeling down beside her. He hesitated, before reaching out and laying a hand on her back. She went stiff and choked back her cries.
"Lady Blossom...I know I have only known you for days now, but what I've seen has been in every way worthy of the Sovereign...of Lord Aku's affection. Of his adoration. Of his love. I knew him best in his old life, as the Sovereign of Hate, when no one could pierce his hate-filled heart, when all he sought was ultimate destruction,"
"That he trusted you to come into this place, that he chose to call you his beloved, it speaks volumes, my Lady. I have seen your will. I have felt your strength. I have marveled at your intelligence. You, and only you, are deserving of Lord Aku. Of that, there is no doubt in my mind. No one else, in all the cosmos, could ever compare," Chamberlain closed his eyes, trailing off. His eyes snapped open, a strange new emotion flooded him when Blossom threw herself in his arms. He stared at her in confusion. Without much thought, he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her the way she embraced him.
She still cried, into his shoulder. Were she not driven to weakness in her despair, her embrace may have crushed him. As it was, the weight of her sadness struck him worse than any weapon. Chamberlain felt his own black heart cracking and tightened his embrace.
"It is alright, my Lady. This form...perhaps it doesn't capture everything that you are, but one such as you could never be anything less than worthy of the Sovereign," Chamberlain smiled, in spit of of himself. She'd ceased crying, it seemed. Blossom pulled away from him and wiped her puffy eyes.
In a low voice, she asked, "Do you mean that?"
"Every word, my Lady," Chamberlain replied, without hesitation. Blossom bit her lip and nodded. One last tear slipped down her cheek, but she brushed it away. Blossom turned to the mirror and, with a venomous glare, struck it, this time shattering it for good. The blow struck with enough force to tear down the entire wall, opening the antechamber to the howling sky song of the Realm of Hate. Wiping her eyes again, Blossom walked to the edge of the floating rock and turned to Chamberlain.
"You know where the Heart of Hatred is?" she asked. Chamberlain nodded and climbed to his feet, joining her.
"Yes, if we hasten our steps, we can be there before nightfall,"
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In all the Realm of Hatred, there was no place more terrifying, more chaotic and uncontrollable than the Heart of Hatred itself. A devastated, blistered field marred by horrific dark tornadoes, wrought with blinding flashes of lightning. And the sky song, the maddening, infuriating scream that filled the sky, sung louder here than anywhere else. Even miles from the Heart itself, Blossom and Chamberlain found they couldn't speak over the deafening cacophony overheard and around them.
And the closer they got to the Heart itself, the greater the darkness became. As they left the Black Palace, Chamberlain had explained that not even light could escape from the Heart of Hatred, a pit from which none had ever escaped, save for the Sovereign himself.
'The original Pit of Hate,' Blossom thought, staring steadfast into the wind. The outer-dimensional landscape Aku lived in now was, as she understood it, a torn away fragment of the original pit. To hear Chamberlain explain it, it seemed that it wasn't the Pit that created Aku, but rather, the other way around. It was from Aku's infinite hatred that the Pit of Hate was formed.
No one knew his actual origin; Aku claimed that his memories from before his birth as Aku on Earth were fuzzy at best. He recalled the Demon Gate. He recalled his kingdom, and he had even discovered the name of the High Lord, or Caeleste, who had taken over it. But, the further back he went, the foggier the memories got. Blossom supposed that, if he put his mind to it, Aku could recall every memory, even his birth. She resolved to try to help him remember when she got back to Earth. It was the least he could do for her, after lying to her all this time about what he, they, were.
Blossom noticed that, the closer they got to the Heart of Hatred, the slower Chamberlain seemed to walk. As the great crater came into view, her companion was limping, practically dragging himself, while holding his head. To be fair, though, her own headache would have been unbearable if she weren't so determined to drive forward. When they reached the edge, though, Chamberlain collapsed, clutching his head and moaning. Blossom knelt down beside him, shaking his shoulder.
"You can't hear me, can you?" She tried calling, but couldn't hear her own voice. Blossom frowned and shook Chamberlain once more. With a feral cry that very nearly pierced through the sky song, he threw himself at her, eyes glazed over and swords blazing. Blossom gasped and dodged the wild, furious strike. The song had driven Chamberlain back into his mindless hatred!
"Chamberlain! Stop this now! Get control of yourself!" she screamed, but it was to no avail. Her voice couldn't carry through the storm, but even if it had, she was sure he wouldn't hear her. Blossom growled and shifted her arms into swords, catching and parrying Chamberlain's rapid strike. After slicing through his swords, he threw the hilts aside and unleashed a torrent of dark magic in her direction. Blossom batted the spells away, tapping into more and more of her power, while the fight drove them closer and closer to the edge of the crater.
'I need to knock him out somehow, but...' But she didn't want to hurt him, she thought. He'd been so loyal to her, she couldn't blame him falling prey to the sky song's twisted power. Chamberlain threw his arms back and roared, black, swirling voids appearing in his hands. He clenched his fists and thrust his arms out, hurling a barrage of daggers at Blossom.
"Wow, really?" She cried, shifting her arms back to normal. She bat the daggers aside, swinging her arms like propellers. Grunting, she took a few steps back. Chamberlain upped the pressure, switching to throwing axes. The much larger weapons required a bit more force to deflect, and took her back further with each block, 'Man, he's not kidding with that Grandmaster of War stuff. He's actually starting to wear on me...' Blossom gasped when she felt her foot hit the edge of the crater. She made the mistake of looking over her shoulder, into the Heart of Hatred.
It seemed endless, a void of perfect darkness, reaching out into the air like hungry tendrils. The air over the crater was dead and heavy, as if it was trying to suck her in. The longer she peered into the darkness, the louder the sky song felt. Blossom's hands went to her head, clutching her temples. Chamberlain's relentless assault collided with her, nearly driving her over the edge. Her mind screamed, the pain started at the back of her head and drilled forward, until it was trying to push her eyes out of her skull. Chamberlain was suddenly beside her, wielding a metal staff with brutal efficiency.
The first blow struck her stomach, forcing her to double over. Blossom gnashed her teeth and clenched her eyes shut. The next blow smashed into her face, knocking her head back. Chamberlain rammed the butt of the staff into her knee, knocking her leg out from under her and driving her to the ground. He whipped the staff around and brought it crashing down on her back. Blossom clambered to her feet, struggling to hold back the black fury filling her every thought. The final blow hit her in the face, knocking her to the edge. Blossom stumbled, struggling to keep her balance.
With a primal snarl, Chamberlain threw the staff to the side and tackled her, sending them plummeting into the darkness.
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Flying through the darkness, locked in a furious struggle, the pair crashed into the ground like lightning. This far down, the sky song was but a dull roar high overhead. Chamberlain, groaning and hissing, pulled himself out of the hole their landing created. Still dazed and unsure, he peered back over the edge, gasping in horror when he saw his Lady, clutching her head in pain.
"Lady Blossom! No...no!" Chamberlain cried, pulling Blossom gingerly from the hole. He held her delicately in his arms, touching her face and checking her over for wounds. Blossom groaned, still clutching her head tight.
She licked her lips and muttered, "I'm fine, Chamberlain...but, if you make me do that again, I will kill you," she peered up at him, wearing a look that said it wasn't a joke. Chamberlain nodded, and then, out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around Blossom and held her tight. Blossom blushed, still too dazed to pull away from the demon's embrace.
"My sincerest apologies, Lady Blossom...never again will I raise my hand against you. I'd sooner die than see myself your foe once more," he apologized. Blossom pulled away from his hug and climbed to her feet. Her head was throbbing, worse now than ever before. This headache, where had it come from? Her skin felt too close, too tight. Her heart was racing; her blood was pumping. And her power, if not for two years of careful practice, Blossom wasn't sure she'd be able to control it. She felt somehow trapped inside herself.
"If you keep picking fights with me, that won't be an issue anymore," She mumbled darkly. Chamberlain climbed to his feet and bowed, frowning deeply.
"Of course, my Lady...should I turn against you again, do not hesitate to strike me down," he implored. Blossom shook her head, finding it hard to stay mad at him. He'd tried to kill her twice now,b but he was so frustratingly loyal...now he was asking her to kill him if it happened again.
"I'm sure we won't need that, right?" she asked.
Chamberlain bowed once more, "On my honor, never again will I stand against you," Blossom nodded and looked around. After a few frustrating moments of pitch black staring back at her, her eyes lit up. Even with her night vision, though, she found it difficult to see too far ahead of her. She sighed and wandered in one direction, spotting a path through the wall, leading deeper into the pit.
"Do you think this is the way?" She asked over her shoulder. Chamberlain joined her, scratching his chin.
"Perhaps...as I see it, we have no other options. Though he was a deceitful worm, I feel the Prince of Pain was forward with us. The Soul Collector is surely deeper still," Chamberlain closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he nodded, "Yes...yes, I am sure of it! I detect faint traces of the Sovereign's power, deep inside this hole,"
Blossom nodded and the two descended even deeper into the Heart of Hatred. She could feel it too, a power similar to Aku's deep in the darkness. But, she thought, narrowing her eyes and pulling her lips back in a frown, that wasn't the only presence she felt. Perhaps Chamberlain was ignoring it, or perhaps he truly couldn't sense it. But, something they would soon encounter was distinctively not Aku. It was something else, something just as familiar, but not as welcoming. Blossom frowned and brought her hand to the scar on her chest.
Something down here had no intention of letting them leave easily. Hadn't Hookocho mentioned it? Something horrible, even he didn't dare face.
Their trek turned from minutes into hours, as they plunged deeper and deeper into Hatred's depths. The radiation of Aku's distant power grew stronger with every step, but also, with each step, so did the horrible other presence. It wasn't until the two saw a bright, piercing light around the bend that Blossom realized she was right. Chamberlain saw the light and stood, paralyzed, in his tracks.
"That light..." he whispered. It was a savage, burning white light. One that, even faint and far as it was now, singed the demon general's skin. Blossom narrowed her eyes, driving onward into the familiar, searing light. It was nearly ten minutes before, at long last, the two stepped into a much larger chamber. Here, there were shattered statues of Aku, each destroyed by different patterns of mighty slashes. And there, at the end, was a tomb, sealed tight, but still emitting a wicked dark power.
"That is enough," A proud, calm voice rang out. Blossom looked up and grimaced, while Chamberlain practically frothed with rage. The angelic figure descended from a throne beyond the tomb, down a small flight of stairs to stand between them and the Soul Collector, "Wicked hearts such as yours have no right to this place. Leave at once,"
The voice, Blossom somehow recognized, though she'd never heard it before in her life. In some way, it made her skin crawl, and her stomach ache. Somehow, a familiar voice she'd never heard was enough to nearly whip her into a frenzy. She narrowed her eyes and stared into the haunting figures own resolute glare.
He looked just like her father, Professor Utonium, but painted through a historic lens. He wore a white robe that shone bright as the daylight sky. That and his skin seemed to be the source of the infernal white light. No, the burning light came not from him, nor his robes, but from within him. The light was what he was now, this form was just a projection, a physical form used to confront intruders. He reached to his side and gripped the handle to a sword.
"Do not test me, monsters. You have run amok for far too long, if you do not leave, I will destroy you," he spoke with such resolution, such determination. It made Blossom's headache worse, it made her skin feel tighter and more uncomfortable.
"Who are you?" Chamberlain asked.
Blossom answered for the figure, "The Nameless Prince...the Samurai that killed Aku," the glowing figure narrowed his eyes. Blossom narrowed hers and clenched her fists. Her lips pulled back, revealing her fangs, "My ancestor,"
"Killed Lord Aku? Impossible...what...no man could ever strike down the Sovereign!" Chamberlain barked, summoning his weapons. Blossom waved him down and took a step forward. Instantly, the pain in her head exploded, nearly driving her back.
The glowing white figure closed his eyes. Two great white wings spread from his back, nearly filling the room, "Many years ago, I fought against the monster known as Aku, to free the future, and the present, from his wicked grip. I succeeded in killing the beast, but I could not destroy him," The figure, the Samurai, opened his eyes and glared at Blossom, "You are the result of my failure. Turn back now, change your ways, and leave his dark influence. Do not force me to destroy you,"
Blossom frowned and stood up straight, forcing herself to ignore the pain, "Destroy me? You think you could destroy me? You don't have any idea what I am. You don't know who I am! The world has been trying to destroy me from the day I was born! They couldn't stop me! My father couldn't stop me! My sisters couldn't stop me! You...you won't stop me!" Blossom took a step forward, only to have her bangs clipped. The Samurai swung his sword so fast neither she, nor Chamberlain saw it.
"I chose to remain here in the darkness to ensure the world never face Aku's full might again. I am the Nameless Prince. I am Samurai Jack. I am the Spirit of Righteousness. Your wickedness has no power here," He held up his sword, squaring off with the Powerpuff girl, "I will destroy you, and my failure will, at last, be put to rest,"
Blossom took a deep breath and prepared herself. She lunged for a punch, but the Samurai was gone, slicing through her side with a lightning fast attack. She hissed and tumbled away, holding her side. The wound burned, just as it had seven months ago when Buttercup cut her. Blossom trembled, looking up at the phantom. She growled and took another swing at him. The Samurai caught her in the chest with his knee and another slice across her back, driving her to the ground once more.
"My Lady, don't underestimate him...his power is unlike anything I've ever seen," Chamberlain called, baffled by both the Samurai's speed, the strength he showed, tearing through his Lady Blossom's flesh like paper. Blossom climbed to her feet and held her head. Her headache was blasting behind her eyes, nearly blinding her. She scratched her arms and took several deep breaths. It was just the realm getting to her again, her skin would fit right soon.
She wasn't allowed the chance to recover, the Samurai lashed out with a flurry of strikes. Each faster than the last, it took all of Blossom's focus to avoid the deadly slashes. Each one cleaved the ground beneath her feet; one, barely avoided, cut through her dress, but the mere force of the slash still split her skin, leaving behind a minor cut. She dodged a thrust, just for the Samurai to slam his knee into her chest once more. He brought both hands down on her back, knocked her face first into the ground. Blossom shot out from beneath him, just as the sword came down and cleaved the stone where she once lay.
"He's fast...he's strong...and I can't...think!" Blossom groaned and grabbed her head again. This time, the Samurai struck while she was staggered. The first cut slit her arm from wrist to shoulder, spilling her blood across the dark stone. The next, across her cheek, with enough force to throw her head back and knock her off balance. The last flew across her belly, throwing her completely off her feet and into the wall. Blossom threw her arms around her stomach, gasping for air.
The Samurai stood upright and pointed his sword at her, "You were no match from the beginning...save what remains of your dignity and face oblivion with honor," Blossom groaned and doubled over, holding her head once again. The blazing white pain shooting from her wounds only seemed to intensify the pressure in her skull. It had migrated from her eyes and was now pushing against the crown of her head. She felt close to screaming, "Very well..." the Samurai said, and made a dive for her!
Blossom's eyes shot open. With only seconds to spare, she dove out of the way, the Samurai spun on a dime and lashed out, slicing down her back from top to bottom. Finally, Blossom screamed and collapsed on the ground. The initial pain had been bad, but it only seemed to intensify with every breath she took. She struggled to her knees, gasping for air. The cuts weren't healing, in fact, they were getting worse. Still, she managed to stumble to her feet.
It was unlike anything she'd experienced, especially since walking through the Demon Gate. Blossom's power seemed wildly out of control, as if it was disconnected from her completely. She couldn't focus, but at times would feel a sudden explosion of strength and power, more than she was ready to handle. Perhaps it was her power fluctuating that made her skin hurt so bad. She felt stretched over herself, barely able to hold together. Her body felt too small, maybe it was a side effect of Hookocho's magic? A sudden power surge hit her, causing her wounds to flare up, and driving her to her knees.
"Pitiful creature...do not be afraid. I will not prolong your suffering. Go in peace, knowing you have saved the world!" the Samurai shot forward and took a mighty slice at her. Blossom threw herself backward, in time to avoid being killed, but not in time to get away entirely. The blade shot across her chest, tracing the length of Buttercup's scar. Blossom fell landed on her feet, but now, she felt herself fill with not only new, impossible pain, but unrelenting fury. The screaming in her head overtook her, all she could do was scream to echo it. She dropped to the ground, clutching her head.
The Samurai started toward her, ready to finish the job. In a flash, Chamberlain was in his path, swords at the ready. The Samurai fell back into his defensive stance, ready to confront the Grandmaster of War. Before either could strike, a tremor shook the room, the entire pit, and possibly the entire Ream of Hatred. Chamberlain tore his gaze away from the Samurai and stared in awe at his Lady Blossom.
"What in the name of the Sovereign..." he murmured. The Samurai, too, turned to face the Powerpuff girl. He gasped, eyes going wide.
"No! That is impossible!" The Samurai shot passed Chamberlain and took a swing at the Powerpuff girl, now encased entirely in blazing, swirling dark pink and black light. The blade bounced off the energy field, spraying deadly sparks across the room. The Samurai lashed out again and again, but none of his strongest blows could pierce the girl's dark power. Within the bubble of evil energy, Blossom's scream of pain was growing more and more feral, more dangerous. It was turning into a scream of rage.
The Samurai jumped back, nearly dropping his sword. The pink inferno grew brighter and brighter. Blossom fell to the ground, tearing at her own skin. The light grew so fierce, neither the Samurai, nor Chamberlain, could bear look directly at it. Then...with a sharp intake, Blossom screamed and her power exploded...unleashed at last.
Chamberlain and the Samurai stared into the raging inferno as Blossom slowly climbed to her feet.
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