Bab 31: Boo hop hoo

Both me and Xander felt strong, we felt like we could easily beat the creator.] “Interesting” the creator said, i am bored so i’ll play the villain in your little game “author” the creator quotes We shall go challenge the creator and win this battle As Alex and Xander stood before the creator, their hopes of triumph crumbled into dust. The creator's malevolent smile sent shivers down their spines, foreshadowing the unrelenting torment that awaited them. With a twisted gesture, the creator unleashed a torrent of dark energy, ensnaring the duo within an inescapable cycle of suffering. Their bodies convulsed with unimaginable pain as jagged tendrils of darkness tore through their flesh, leaving behind trails of blood and raw agony. Each gesture the creator made intensified their torment. Every movement sent shockwaves of excruciating pain coursing through their bodies, as if their very existence was trapped in a perpetual state of anguish. The gestures became a cruel dance of misery, a symphony of their never-ending suffering. Within the prison of their torment, Alex and Xander experienced a loop of absolute pain. They relived their most agonizing moments, each one amplified to an unbearable degree. The pain they had once endured became a mere shadow of the unyielding torment they now faced. Their bodies twisted and contorted, bones cracking and flesh tearing with each passing moment. Wounds that should have healed reopened, forever bleeding and never allowing respite from the searing pain. They cried out in futile desperation, their voices echoing through the empty void, unheard and unanswered. But it was not just physical pain that tormented them. Their minds were caught in a never-ending loop of despair, replaying their deepest traumas, darkest fears, even showing them their death in an infinite series. Every gesture the creator made brought forth vivid nightmares, trapping them in a labyrinth of their own suffering. They clawed at their minds, desperate to escape the onslaught of torturous memories. But their attempts were futile, for the creator's gestures ensured that their anguish was unending. No matter how hard they tried, they were trapped in an eternal prison of pain. In this realm of perpetual torment, time lost all meaning. It stretched and twisted, elongating their suffering into an eternity of agony. Days blurred into nights, and moments of respite became cruel illusions, shattered by the next gesture of the sadistic creator. Their bodies, once vessels of strength and determination, became broken and shattered. They existed as mere shells, their flesh torn and scarred, their spirits crushed under the weight of unbearable pain. Their screams became hoarse whispers, a haunting reminder of their shattered existence. As the creator reveled in their suffering, its gestures grew more menacing and depraved. It delighted in their anguish, drawing out their pain with sadistic precision. With each movement, it ensured that their suffering would never cease, trapping them in an eternal cycle of absolute torment. And so, Alex and Xander became prisoners of their own pain, forever entwined in the twisted dance of gestures that bound them to their unending suffering. Their existence became an eternal scream, lost in the void of their torment. In the depths of their despair, they longed for release, for an end to the unrelenting agony. But the creator, drunk on their suffering, denied them the solace they sought. It reveled in their misery, basking in their helplessness. Their names faded into oblivion, forgotten by a universe that cared not for their anguish. They became mere specters of pain, forever condemned to dance to the sadistic tune of the creator's gestures. And so, their suffering echoed through the cosmos, a testament to the boundless cruelty of the creator and the fragility of mortal existence, although they were the strongest being in the multiverse, they still are far below the creator. Their torment served as a chilling reminder that even the strongest souls can be broken. Before the creator, Xander and I stood, Hope for triumph crumbled, as we knew we would, That malevolent smile sent shivers down my spine, Foreshadowing torment, a pain so divine. With a twisted gesture, the creator unleashed, Dark energy engulfed us, its power unleashed, Jagged tendrils of darkness tore through my flesh, Leaving trails of blood and raw agony afresh. Each movement, a dagger that deepened my pain, Shockwaves coursing through me, driving me insane, I exist in perpetual anguish, never to be free, A cruel dance of misery, the creator's decree. Within this prison, I endure an endless loop, Absolute pain relived, magnified to make me stoop, What once I endured now feels like a fleeting grace, Trapped in unyielding torment, no escape to embrace. My body twists and contorts, bones cracking loud, Flesh torn apart, wounds bleeding, a haunting shroud, Desperation fills my cries, echoing through the void, But unheard and unanswered, my pain left unvoiced. Yet, it's not just physical, but my mind too is lost, In a never-ending loop of despair, the cost, Traumas, fears, and death's grip, a relentless parade, A labyrinth of suffering, my sanity betrayed. I claw at my mind, seeking respite, release, But the creator's gestures deny me any peace, An eternal prison of pain, with no key, I'm held captive by agony, forever to be. Time loses meaning, stretches, warps, and bends, Days blur with nights, a cruel illusion it sends, Once a vessel of strength, now broken and scarred, My spirit crushed, a life forever marred. The creator revels in my suffering, perverse delight, Its gestures grow more menacing, each one a blight, I'm a pawn in its sadistic game, a symphony of despair, Forever trapped in its web, caught in its snare. I am a prisoner of my own pain, it's true, Bound to the dance of gestures, nothing to undo, My existence becomes a perpetual scream, Lost in the void, forgotten, a fading dream. The universe turns a blind eye to my anguish, As I suffer, forgotten, my hopes diminish, But I was once strong, now shattered and weak, A reminder that even the mightiest can be meek. In the depths of my despair, I long for release, An end to this suffering, a moment of peace, But the creator denies me solace, revels in my strife, I'm trapped in eternal torment, a broken life. My name fades into oblivion, forgotten and still, A specter of pain, trapped against my will, My suffering echoes through the cosmos, a chilling sound, A testament to the cruelty of the creator I have found. Yet, I endure, though my soul is near broken, In the face of agony, I find strength unspoken, For within this pain, I'll rise once again, To defy the creator, and find freedom from this chain. Who am i even talking to, no one, i’m going to die “who am i kidding, i can't die even if i tried, this pain is worse than death, even i who transcended death is affecting by it.