BlazBlue:Bloodedge Experience Part 2 Prologue
| Illustrations |
| Prologue:Rebirth |
| Chapter 7: Siblings |
| Chapter 8: Thought and Felt |
| Chapter 9: Intervention |
| Chapter 10: Encounter |
| Chapter 11: Fusion |
| Epilogue |
| Extra Chapter: Fragments |
| Afterword |
Bloodedge Experience Part 2 Prologue: Rebirth[edit]
Consciousness emerged from a dreamlike state. That moment was both an “awakening” and a “realization”. At the same time, it was a “memory” and an “enlightenment”... it could even be called a subtle “tremor”.
Yet in that moment, she still knew none of these words.
She was inside a small box. She did not yet know to call it a coffin. A place to lay the dead to rest, and a place to awaken her.
Held within it, she lay quietly, surrounded by a soft cushion and a dense aura of darkness. There, she simply floated in the darkness, her mind filled only with the awareness of her own existence.
Her senses trembled. What scratched at her consciousness was a sound. It was a voice. A deep, calm voice softly whispered, urging and inviting her. At first, she couldn't understand the meaning of the sound. But gradually, the sound became a voice, and the voice became words.
“Raquel.”
It felt like she was being called. So she opened her eyes. What she saw was a pair of crimson eyes looking down at her. The most beautiful, enchanting gaze, wet with emotion, was the first thing she beheld.
"Raquel. That's your name. It's a word that means you."
"It means… me?" Her small lips traced the words spoken with soft intonations. Name. That short word granted her consciousness a vessel. Just that weight alone gave her existence a foundation. It was a kind of magic. A very short yet heavy spell that depicted what she was. And at the same time, it was a strong mark of binding. In that instant, she became “Raquel.”
The crimson eyes gazing at her narrowed slightly, a faint smile appearing. But it was not born of kindness or gentleness. Raquel did not know the words to express the emotions swirling in the deep colors... but it was a burning pity and a chilling resolve.
The first few months were filled with education. The owner of the crimson eyes taught Raquel many things. The countless names that spread across heaven and earth. Life and death. Reason and instinct. The world. Reason. A place that was deep and dark, and a place that was white and empty. The owner of the crimson eyes called himself Raquel's father. He said Raquel was his daughter.
The education was long and perpetual, as if it were an endless dream.
The next few months were hellish. Once Raquel had gained enough self-awareness through her intensive studies, the owner of the crimson eyes took her deep into the underground chamber of their ancient castle. To open her perception.
The owner of the crimson eyes connected Raquel's mind to the “Boundary”. The “Boundary” was a place that transcended both time and space. Within it, every moment, every event, and every possibility drifts. It was a connection to make Raquel aware of everything present there.
Raquel was bewildered. She understood that this act was very dangerous. Yet the owner of the crimson eyes provided her with information from the Boundary.
No, he threw Raquel's mind into the information of the Boundary.
In an instant, a flood of information crashed down upon Raquel's entire being. It engulfed her sensory organs and forced its way deep into her brain, which struggled to maintain its sense of self. Knowledge was etched into her mind one after another.
It was painful. It was terrifying.
Raquel cried out for help. To the figure with the crimson eyes who called himself her father. But there was no voice to respond to her screams.
Exposed and naked to the violence of information that threatened to shatter her mind, Raquel continued to writhe in agony, not knowing how to resist.
The end of hell was brought about by light. She didn’t remember the moment it ended. She wasn't in a state to form memories. That must be why.
No matter how much calm she regained later, Raquel couldn't tell if this was a delusion painted by a hazy consciousness, or if it was an event she actually experienced in the confused Boundary.
It was dark. The threads of Raquel's ego were about to snap, and she was losing the strength to struggle. She was on the brink of losing everything. And then... she saw a light.
It was a small, distant light. Within it, Raquel spotted a figure. She didn’t know who it was, but she didn’t care; she just wanted help. The pain was unbearable.
Raquel reached out desperately. As if responding to her plea, the light came to Raquel's side. In the light was a man. But it wasn't the father she had called countless times in her suffering, the only name she knew.
White hair, red eyes.
A stranger. But somehow, he felt so familiar... as if she had met him long ago, or would meet him in the distant future... a tangled thread of déjà vu.
“......’......’......”
Unconsciously, Raquel’s lips attempted to call out someone's name. As if responding to the unspoken call, he reached out from the light. A large hand grasped Raquel's hand, holding it firmly yet gently. The man smiled, awkwardly and stiffly. His red eyes, narrowed in a distorted way, seemed to be looking at Raquel.
Raquel opened her mouth to call out again. But before she could, the man and the light disappeared. The hand she had been holding was gone without a trace... but a different image was reflected in Raquel's eyes.
It was a shimmering blue. A deep and fundamental essence of the radiant world. Raquel, her eyes wide open, could clearly feel it - the pulse of the Azure.
In that moment, Raquel was freed from all her suffering.
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