Chapitre 27: The Unnamed
Why is this so late?
Well…
Anyway, on to the story.
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Simply fascinating.
Of course, an introduction. A beginning. Where are my manners? I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You already know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.
But enough about me.
Your attention should be focused on the main event.
You see…
Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—a boundless cosmic entity came into existence, the personification of Chaos, a great daemon sultan was birthed. In an instant, its name was cursed, jailed under multiversal law. It grew impossibly big all while gnawing hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.
"Glory to him! For he is the Greatest God, who will all infinity from his throne at the center of chaos. His body, composed of all the bright stars of the visible universe, but his face is veiled in darkness. We worship you, Maegor, Nurgle! We worship You!" Cultitst from across the universe sang and praised feverishly.
How touching.
It all happened so suddenly. I felt as the cosmic forces of order couldn't glimpse to the future or past for answers, only a maw of wretched teeth showed in their vision.
The temperance of Order was shaken to its core, yet not broken. For in chaos, there is the grand opportunity for change. A particular tightrope called "universal balance" was being walked ferverously.
The…good of this event?
My brother, the "all of time itself", was effected the most heavily. The embodiment of time was almost ripped asunder, ripples of distorted cadence fleeded from his power and instead merged with the newly formed cosmic entity, the entity of decay.
The bad of this event?
I too was almost torn. Some power was stripped from my very being, tendrils of it made its way to the baby godling, enforcing his already monstrous growth.
It seems my brother has new partner in Time, and I, in Death.
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No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even the greatest of powers that would be, are supposed, by some, to dream. The citadel, not sane, stood by itself against its backdrop, the flowing rivers of time, holding darkness within; it had stood since the multiversal war, and would stand far beyond today.
Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and its door was sensibly shut. Silence lay steadily against its strange stone of the citadel. Who or whatever walked there…
Walked alone.
Its master, once a conqueror, now a dictator of possibility, froze in his lonely pondering.
"W-what"- he muttered "-how…" he whispered in fear.
Time itself had broken. Very much unlike the multiversal war….no, this was a Sundering of a fundamental force.
In almost an instant, a thought invaded the mind of He Who Remains
'I must recreate the dynasty once more, if only to stave off total extinction'
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Im pretty much fucked...…. but thats ok. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly free. I assumed what many would call my "true-form". My gaze pierced the universe itself.
The Living Tribunal, Eternity, Infinity...Mistress Death and even abstract entities such as Oblivion peered back at me.
A mad grin split my noxious face.
"Groovy"
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Told yall, I dont drop my stories.
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