A Perfect Paradise

((This is gonna be the reason why I'm not in game.))

Vanon handed the Archivist his key. Though he swore he would never return to this place until he saved Martel and killed Marrith, he felt he needed to go there to train. The Archivist began to send Vanon to the root area that the key specified. In a matter of seconds he was turned into code and disappeared.

The code began to recompile itself. Vanon opened his eyes to find himself in a white room with a singal door. "Just how I left it..." he said to himself as he walked to the door. He pulled out a small key from his pocket and placed it in the hole of the door knob. Almost instanly the door decompiled itself, allowing Vanon to continue. As he walked through the door it began to recompile. He was now standing before a giant wall of flames... a firewall. A voice rang out from nowhere. "Question?"

Vanon smirked. "What was the first thing Martel ever gave me?" "Answer?" "A kiss." The flames died down, and he walked across the room until he reached another door. He didn't even look back as the flames shot up again. The door in front of him looked nothing like a door. It didn't have a door knob rather a gaint key hole on the middle. Vanon pulled out NightShade and placed the blade in the hole. The door decompiled like the first one and allowed him to enter. He had made it.

He was now in a beautiful city, nothing like Mega City. The sky was as blue as can be and the sun shined down on the city. As he passed people they all greeted him with a smile or a wave. He... had made this... this perfect paradise. A place with no killing... a place that he and Martel would live in. All the people were Proxies he had made. It had taken him two years to make but he felt it would be worth it all in the end. He would destroy every key to the construct so that they could live here forever, without anyone to bother them.

He walked into a small dojo. In the middle, a man stood there almost frozen in time. Vanon discarded his trench coat and glasses. "Hmmmmm... Vanon." he said and the man turned into code. It began to recompile until another Vanon stood there, same stance, same blade, same look. It would be here that for the next week or so he would train himself for the coming battle with Marrith. He would save Martel. He would kill Marrith. And they would return to their Perfect Paradise.

Vanon charged his clone.