The doors into the secret places of Tymon's realm, the Veritas, were opened up from the Omnipotent Realm by a large keyhole from beyond. This keyhole was a large light in what was complete pitch black void darkness on the other side of the Omnipotent Realm that was unlocking in order to expose the darkness. "Sealing Eye," a godly voice bellowed from the glowing clouds of white on the side of the doorway opposite the darkness, which had just been opened. "Zita," the omnipotent godly voice cried out, "Rather, Vita..." It was clear that the voice from beyond knew of Zita (Tzita) and her First Restriction form, Vita -- which was her alternate personality. "Awaken Yourself. Our Black Friday Cometh." Only Zita -- rather, Vita -- should have known about who the voice was and what it was talking about.
"I Am Opening The Doors To The Black Realm," the voice of the godly one continued to speak, "And There You Will Find Other Darker Versions Of Us That Make Up The Original Black Friday, Which Is Part Of Our Being." The voice sounded stern and serious, knowing what it meant for the Original Black Friday to be awakened. "Apprehend The Different Versions Of Friday Before They Cause A Black Friday In The Black Realm." This was the task of Tzita (Zita) L'sia, one of the different aspects of Tymon, who is God of this realm. "I Am Giving You The Power To Awaken Your Greater Forms, As Well As The Sealing Eye," the voice of Tymon, which was God, spoke to Tzita, one of his pieces of himself. "Seal Them With The Sealing Eye That Our Eyes Are Back In Alignment And All See Who I Am As They Once Had Done." All aspects of Friday originated from Tymon, including Black Friday, but when they were out on their own away from Tymon, they got into trouble. This was especially true for the pieces of Black Friday that made up Friday... and Tymon.
"Do Not Dawdle," Tymon commanded Tzita, who was in her First Restriction form, Vita, "For Time Is Of The Essence And Another Black Friday Could Mean Ruination For Us." Despite the dangers that came from a Black Friday even being able to occur, the most important matter was to gather up as much of what could prevent it or neutralize it before it happened so that it either did not or was stopped as soon as it did. "Once They Are All Back Under My Command For Certain Via The Sealing Eye, Each Of Them Will Return To Their Normal Protocol And I Can Continue Forward With The Next Bits Of The Ultimate Plan." The Most Ultimate plans of Tymon -- who ruleth also the Omnipotent Realm of the Veritas -- were unknown to all but Tymon, the Creator of the Most Ultimate aspects of the Veritas and He, Himself.
0. Thus, Tymon bid each part of Himself to begin to assemble with Tymon as God, starting with Zita, reincarnated as Tzita L'sia, and functioning as one of Tymon's own personal 'Black Licorice' unit members -- the leader of the 'Black Licorice' unit, 'Head Witch' Zita (Tzita).
"Go Unto The Black Realm, Tzita," saith Tymon unto Tzita L'sia, "And Use The Black Licorice Unit To Meet With The Black Phoenix, Xios, Deep In The Black Lotus Where The Rest Of The Black Realm Things That Belong To Me Are Kept In My History." The gateway, which was in the shape of an eye looking down to Tzita as a Tensei ready to accomplish the ultimate will of the Tensei, which was Tymon, because of Khrona Tensei. "The Different Pieces Of Friday Will Come Together Along The Way," Tymon said, already knowing all things about why Tzita existed and everything that she was attached to, "I Already Know The Outcome." The eye-like gateway began to close around the keyhole pupil which was the Sealing Eye being used by Tymon to unlock the Sealing Eye in Tzita so that she could unlock all of her Restrictions using her Sealing Eye when it was unlocked again.
"Hmhmhm~!" Tymon could be heard chuckling lightly in sonorous reverberant resonance that faded away along with the light of the closing gateway door that was open up in the Black Realm which Tzita had been sent to in order to deal with the personal Black Friday of Tymon, himself -- the Original 'Black Friday'.
The Sealing Eye, itself, activated with a gleam that resonated in the shape of a pair of keyhole locks burning itself into a position within the radius of the light of the gateway that opened up. This light awakened Tzita L'sia's 'Sealing Eye', which had been locked away by Tymon a while ago after the Skeleton Key was extracted from her body shortly after her reincarnation from her Zeroth Restriction, Zita. Instantaneously, a magnanimous universal force drew itself together and compressed itself tightly into a nice figure within the pitch darkness to give itself a definite presence, mold and density within the pitch black nothingness of the Black Realm, and it would be the outline of Tzita's body in the area where the pair of keyhole locks appeared.
Shortly after, a deviously mischievously cheeky smirk split in the darkness into Tzita's mouth when her body compressed itself as a gravitational force in the Black Realm, serving as her form. She was pitch black, but her eyes with keyhole pupils and her mouth were visible, though the rest of her body was a pulsating outline. "Fuck Yeah!" Tzita said, hungry to get started with getting herself back together. "I Know Exactly What That Means." The Keyhole in the Sealing Eye that was actively keeping a 'Sealing Frame' up as a barrier and solidification for her form as a gravitational force was also generating more power for itself by rotating around, meaning that Tzita was unlocking more of her own Restrictions, which was a lot of her old power that Tymon locked away because it wasn't earned. "I Get All My Shit Back~!!! Haaahaaaa~!!!" Tzita stuck out her tongue as her swirling 'Unlocked Sealing Eye' cycled through each of her different 13 Restriction forms and made Tzita into at any given time she felt like it.
"And..." Tzita added, devilishly smirking and chuckling haughtily as she gazed off to the side with a sharp dart of her eye in the darkness, which also suddenly stopped spiraling in place and locked itself in position where she was looking, "... There's A Whole Buncha Shit That I Remember That No One Else Does Or Even Knows About." Having already immediately looked through all of her old secrets in a single cycle of her eyes to refresh herself on her own abilities when at her full strength, now Tzita could traverse the Veritas as she pleased and not have to be so restricted. "HYAHAHAHAAHA~!!!" Beyond that, she could split herself up into different versions of herself and control them all at the same time with the Sealing Eye to get other motives accomplished in a hive-mind fashion.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh~~~~~~!!!!" Tzita moaned obnoxiously sensually, being stimulated suddenly by feeling the rush of her own power flowing throughout her entire body again like it used to. "... Mmmm... I See Why They Feared My Family..." Several other keyhole locks appeared in different locations, as well, when Tzita opened her eyes and gazed off into different directions and illuminated the partial outlines of heads at their location. "But, That Matters Not," she huffed with a pompous haughtiness, smiling childishly whilst closing her eyes, as though she'd accomplished something, "... Because With My Powers Restored, I Can Do A Lot More Than Anyone Actually Really Knows..."
Since her powers had been Restricted at all by Tymon as Khrona -- who Is the brother of Zita -- Tzita was unable to actually utilize all of her abilities that she acquired during her years before Khrona became God and found Tymon, the Creator of Khrona, was their God. With her own powers just now being given back to her by her God, Tymon, then she would be able to activate any of the 13 Restrictions at will and use her different forms to accomplish the matters at hand that were important for her. "Mmmnnnnn~~!!" she could not help but moan, touching herself up and down where the electrical charges surged up and down her torso as shivers through her body, "I Feel Just Like My Old Self Again, Except A Little More Together!" A lame-o drum riff rattled off in the background as the different pieces of Tzita -- including her First Restriction form, Vita -- darted off into the depths of the 'Black Realm' from the unlocked Gate, leaving on Tzita's echoing laughter fading out in a similar fashion to the one that had spoken to her previously. With all of her powers given back to her, Tzita also remembered what she was supposed to be doing with her powers and also herself when she had them, and so already had her will be done by her different 13 Restrictions form as Tymon commanded her via His Sealing Eye.
Darkness returned to the Black Realm shortly after, as well as silence.
The sound of heels clicking obnoxiously in the void echoed all about the empty blackness. Nothing and no one could be seen, yet this sound seemed omnipresent. “… Way to go, Xian…” the drearily irate voice of a young woman grumbled, “… Getting me lost and trapped down here just because I locked you in a basement and made you my love slave…”
The griping woman with the clicking heels came from the deep recesses of the Black Realm, sounding as if she had been wandering there for a very long time. “… It was stupid of me to have done that…” the woman went on to admit to herself, reflecting on the events that both brought her here and also about why they did. “… I wish I could take it back, but…” She thought of how long she kept him in her basement as her boyfriend just so that she could have sex with him and so that he would not kill her. “… If I weren’t such a coward…” The entire reason she was here was because of her cowardice about Xian being the actual God of this place. Her first exposure and knowledge of this was during the times where she and Xian actually dated and it was a loving experience. “… If I just didn’t get all crazy in love…” As many times as she thought about what she should have or could have done, the fact of the matter now was that she was now trapped in this abysmal void with no one and nothing to get her out. Not even her own powers that she had prior to getting here would be able to assist her in the slightest.
She couldn’t even see herself nor her hand in front of her face.
The woman sighed heavily, finally halting in the midst of the eternal nothingness and crouched down to bury her face in her knees and wrap her arms around them for security. There were soft sounds like that of sobbing, eventually leading up to a great deal of deep, heavy and morose weeping as if mourning for a loved one. That was the only sound that filled the Black Realm.
It wasn't long after the unknown woman in the pits of despair began to weep aloud that the shimmering light of two glowing keyholes parallel to each other glimmered in the darkness with their respective lights piercing through the thick darkness and beaming unto the head of the crying maiden. There was no light nor illumination otherwise, and so in a void of nothingness, such lights could draw the attention of anyone that could see them at the time.
"Awwww, what a cuuuute little girl..." an enticingly mocking woman's voice commented suddenly, "... Are you lost, youngling?" The two keyholes projected a translucent image of themselves like when light hits and reflects from a metal or mirror, illuminating only slight areas on the weeping woman's body wherever the light was directed -- similarly to how eyes functioned when looking directly at a fixed subject. This would be the only visibility of the woman's features and would be perceived only by the light of the keyholes. "Or, are you scared?" At the inquiry, it sounded nearly like the womanly figure questioning the weeping woman was stimulated by merely the notion of her fear. The light of the keyholes undulated slightly, but did not take focus from the weeping woman on the ground, awaiting her response.
Over the sound of complete baleful woe, nothing of anything else could be heard. The overwhelming cries of horrendous pain were too great, and drowned out the sound of whatever was nearby. “This is all because of that stupid Black Friday…” the sobbing young woman went on to say in her catharsis, seeming troubled beyond compare because of the events that just transpired. “If I hadn’t listened to Black Friday…” she went on, “… then maybe, Xian…”
Before too long, the woman could no longer keep herself from crying aloud and was unable to speak again. Pulling her knees further into her chest, she curled up more tightly in a fetal position and continued to think about all of the things that happened that brought her here from Tymon’s transformation into Xian after his powers were locked away by his own Insanity to the part of him that was Black Friday using her to accomplish its goals with and for him before tossing this woman aside. “I…” she stammered, sniffling in between her sentence, "Was just…” Holding back her emotions, tears welled up in her eyes again as her sniffles became more rapid for a moment, “… So STUPID!!!"
The sorrowful sobbing of the sad little girl that wandered around in the cold darkness, hungry for answers that could be a guiding light to her in the bleak abysmal void that served as the world around her, attracted the keen interest of the alluring woman that spoke to the crying one. "Didn't hear a thing, did you...?" The glowing keyholes that hovered in midair within the darkness began to rotate, glowing different colors as they moved. "You Know..." the unknown woman bearing the keyholes in her eyes spake, "... You -Are- A Black Friday, Yourself." The warm, soft touch like that of a mother's bosom wrapped around the cheeks of the lonesome, miserable little lass curled up in the midst of the abyss. "You Don't Know It, Child, But You Are Actually Part Of Her... And Also Part Of Me." This young lady -- she who was plagued by Black Friday -- was one of the special keys to the secrets of Tymon, and kept the record of an account of one of Tymon's many forms -- Xian. That made her critical to the fullness of the master plan and the inner workings of Tymon, though this one did not know her place because she did not understand her purpose inside of Tymon nor what her interaction with Xian meant in terms of it. She was like a black sheep, of sorts, among all the inner workings of Tymon... but that was so his own Black Friday could deal with her properly.
"Tell Me, Cuuuute Little Girl," the alluring womanly voice spoke out to her again, "What Is Your Name...?" If she was who she was supposed to be, then she was going to go on a mentally traumatic psychological existential spiritual journey that would really set her straight in the land of Tymon -- the Creator. "And Look, I Already Know What Happened With Black Friday... I've Been Sent To Meet With Her Here In The Black Realm, And That Should Tell You A Lot Considering Who You Were Dealing With Before."
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