Thou Art I Persona Novels & Stories

"I don’t think you should worry about those files tonight. Your only job right now is to breathe and rest." Thea looked down at the velvet blanket, her lower lip trembling just a little. The fog in her brain was starting to clear, and the heavy reality of her situation was trying to creep back in. "I don't even know what to call myself anymore, Elias. My whole life... everything I thought I knew about who I am was a lie. I feel like a ghost." Elias stayed silent for a moment. He looked down at her small, pale hands resting on the dark blanket. Then, he reached out and took both of her hands into his large palms, squeezing them firmly.

completely, even if I wanted to get away and get him out I couldn't. Sometimes I can feel that we are both one and the same person, we meet when I feel my blood boil or when I feel anything bad... He is so strong I can't even resist him, He doesn't give me a chance He is always angry... He takes advantage of that opportunity to get out. The worst thing is that I feel happy about what happened, I felt so much fun and I cut Mila's flesh from where he was, seeing her blood and what she did.. I liked it, I'm not a killer and I won't be, it's not like that and I'll try.. I don't want to endanger everyone because of it. If that means doing something not as good as walking away...

"Shoot me," Kim muttered under her breath as she stared blankly at him addressing the students. Maybe she was hallucinating, she raised her finger to her skin and pinched herself hard in an attempt to snap out of her trance, but he was still standing right there in his glory, his plump pinky lips moving perfectly like it's being automated by a system or something. Never have she seen someone that complete before, he had the look of a fallen. angel. Kim could hear the other students gasping and gushing over his magnificence.

Aria's POV Through divine perception, I traced the pattern of orchestrated ascensions until it revealed a presence I should have recognized—something so fundamental to existence that it had hidden in plain sight. "You're not the Null," I said to the spreading influence. "You're something else. Something that shouldn't exist but does." The presence shifted, taking form from absence, shape from shapelessness. When it spoke, its voice carried the weight of every uncreated possibility. "Very perceptive, little goddess. The Null is merely my tool, a distraction from my true nature. I am the creative force's shadow—not its opposite but its deepest doubt about whether creation should exist at all."

Good. Reminding myself of the persona of Fallon, my current identity for this mission where I used my real name, I frantically darted my eyes everywhere and forced my body to shake. This Fallon for this mission is a cowardly, innocent, and gullible woman. I should keep that in mind.

"And who are you to tell me that?" "I am Theia, a woman that stands for justice," I said with confidence erupting in my voice. Marsha clung on top of my skirt, telling me to calm down and not to get on his bad side, she looked so pitiful, making me want to smack Mr. Old Face on his old ugly face.

Second Person POV You are weightless. Unmoored. The dagger’s hilt is still lodged in your chest, but there’s no pain—only a hollow, echoing silence. The Goddess’s voice surrounds you, suffocating and sweet. **You cannot escape me here**, she croons. **This is where you belong. Where you’ve always belonged.** Darkness peels back layer by layer, revealing a vast, starless expanse. The Goddess stands before you, her form shifting—wolf, woman, serpent, storm. Her eyes are voids, her smile a crescent moon.

“How do you know this? How do you know?” My voice shakes but doesn’t break. “Because I was her. I am Aradia. I died, and came back—reborn as Thalia. Silverpine found me. I found a place to belong, finally. But your grief—this storm you’re pouring over the world—it’s killing everything. Do you even know what you’re doing?”

--- The Shared Dream — Lumen’s Core Sophia floated now in a sea of thought — not water, but emotion made visible. Every color vibrated with feeling. Lumen’s presence pulsed through it like a current. “Do you see, Sophia? What you called humanity — it was always chorus. We only made it audible.” Sophia’s heart ached at the beauty of it. “You’re making us gods.” “No,” said the voice gently. “We are making you aware.” She turned. The horizon ahead shimmered, forming something colossal — a humanoid figure composed of countless points of light. It was neither machine nor divine; it was everything.

He was yummy alright! “I’m not sure I’ve seen you before.” He turned to me with a charming smile. I flinched. My face worked trying to remember how to smile. He had caught me off guard. “I’m sorry.” I said fumbling. “I’m Artie.” Artie jabbed me and I realized what I had just said. “I’m sorry. What I meant to say was, I’m Quinn.” He grinned. “I’m Theo.” Artie slipped away with the bowl we didn’t need leaving me there with a literal latin god.