บท 22: A talk between two beings
In the endless expanse of the cosmos's, somewhere outside of time and space. A man that looked like Barack Obama was currently watching a world fall because of their stock markets and another one because of some nukes.
"Nyra, you seem bored these day's, don't you think sending your avatars from the world of seven suns is quite ludicrous " An image of countless eyes appeared on his vision.
Nyrlathothep stared at Yog-sothoth for an avid amount of time. "I am currently asleep, and i don't feel like physically going about trying to escape from this strangely strong. barrier, i could but no"
Nyarlathotep, in the form of a man resembling Barack Obama, leaned back in his cosmic chair, smirking as the chaotic ballet of destruction unfolded before him. The collapse of economies, the fallout of nuclear devastation it was all an entertaining distraction, but nothing compared to what truly stirred his interest. His avatar, watching in boredom, stretched his arms, feigning indifference to the chaos he had sown.
"Yog," Nyarlathotep replied, his voice carrying the weight of eons yet still managing a casual, almost amused tone, "you of all beings should know that avatars are more fun when you let them run wild. The World of Seven Suns is simply a sandbox for them. Ludicrous? Perhaps. But it's always amusing to watch how far they'll take things when they think they're acting on their own."
Yog-Sothoth's countless eyes blinked in unison, a subtle gesture of contemplation. "You speak as if you've forgotten your true nature. You've always reveled in being the messenger, the conduit. And now… you sleep?"
Nyarlathotep shrugged, or rather his avatar did. "Even gods need rest. This barrier… this infernal thing keeping me contained it's become something of a nuisance. I could break it, but where's the thrill in exerting effort when my pieces can roam free and wreak havoc in my stead?"
Yog-Sothoth's form rippled with ancient energy, his presence shifting, pressing slightly against the thin fabric of the dimension they occupied. "Why don't you have another child then, i am pretty sure Lilith would want someone to spoil…or just cause more chaos," Yog-Sothoth suggested, his voice reverberating through the vastness of the void. "Another fragment, another pawn to shake the fabric of reality. You were always good at that, Nyra. Why not stir the pot again?"
Nyarlathotep chuckled, his form flickering between the likeness of a man and something far more sinister, far older. "Lilith… yes, she'd love that, wouldn't she? But another child? Another extension of myself running rampant? I already have enough pieces scattered across the multiverse. Adding more just feels… redundant."
Yog-Sothoth shifted, his many eyes narrowing. "Redundant, or perhaps… risky?"
Nyarlathotep paused, his grin fading into something more thoughtful. "Risky? In what way?"
Yog-Sothoth's countless eyes shimmered, the weight of eternity in their gaze. "You've been sending your avatars out for so long, manipulating events, testing the limits of your confinement. But each piece you create, each fragment you send out, carries a piece of you with it. The barrier that holds you might be strong enough to keep you in check, but your avatars, your children… they are still tied to you, whether you admit it or not."
"Well then, let's do this, one of my more I'm control avatars will bring you a piece of my soul, I want you to thinker with it and send it to a human world and upon its death send it to a chaotic universe , a universe where the very fabric of reality bends to madness and chaos," Nyarlathotep finished, his smile curling into something far more sinister. "Let's see what happens when that fragment, that piece of my soul, is forged in both order and insanity."
Yog-Sothoth blinked, his countless eyes shimmering in amusement. "You are playing a dangerous game, Nyra. Tinkering with the delicate balance of creation and destruction, while bound by this barrier, no less. What if this new creation unravels something…unexpected?"
Nyarlathotep's expression remained steady, but his eyes glinted with a spark of amusement. "Unexpected? Isn't that the point? You, of all entities, should understand. After all, you see beyond the confines of time and space. You should know by now that unexpected is where the fun begins."
Yog-Sothoth's form pulsed with ancient energy, ripples of wisdom and chaos flowing through the void. "Very well. I will tinker with your soul fragment, but don't expect to control what emerges from this experiment. The human world you choose will shape it, but the chaotic universe will twist it into something beyond either of our designs."
Nyarlathotep stood, stretching his avatar's form, the air around him vibrating with dark energy. "Control is overrated, Yog. I'm more interested in the outcome. And besides, what better way to pass the time while I wait for this barrier to weaken than to create something… truly chaotic."
Yog-Sothoth's eyes flickered once more before fading into the infinite void, leaving Nyarlathotep standing alone in the vast emptiness, his mind already working through the possibilities.
"Let's see where this game takes us," Nyarlathotep whispered to himself. With a flick of his hand, a fragment of his essence tore away from his core, swirling in the air before him, a small but potent piece of his eternal self. It flickered with potential both creation and destruction intertwined in its being.
He called forth one of his avatars, one of the more stable ones, whose form materialized before him, bowing slightly. "Take this," Nyarlathotep instructed, handing over the fragment. "Bring it to the human world. Let it live among them, and when its time ends, guide it to the universe where madness reigns."
The avatar nodded without question, vanishing into the folds of reality to carry out its task.
Nyarlathotep watched as the last tendrils of his avatar's presence faded, a crooked smile spreading across his face. His influence would spread, and the chaos that would be born from this experiment… that was something even he could not fully predict.
In the silence of the void, Nyarlathotep chuckled to himself, the echoes of his laughter reverberating through the endless dark.
The avatar brought the soul to Yog's domain. One of yog's avatars brought out a black lantern that had a chaotic green flame in it. "He wanted something different, I'll give him something different, it's not my fault if his soul got disconnected from him"
Nyarlathotep's avatar, still standing in the periphery, raised an eyebrow as the flame within the lantern seemed to reach out toward the fragment of his soul. The interaction between the two forces created a strange hum, a resonance that reverberated through the dimensions. Yog-Sothoth's avatar, ever the architect of madness, tilted the lantern ever so slightly, allowing the chaotic flame to merge with Nyarlathotep's essence.
The fragment of Nyarlathotep's soul quivered as it absorbed the flame, its shape twisting and warping. Dark tendrils sprouted from its core, weaving together with streaks of green, forming an intricate lattice of energy both creation and destruction entwined in an eternal dance. The fragment pulsed with life, but something was different, something was off. The chaotic flame had not just altered it; it had untethered it from its master.
The avatar of Yog-Sothoth stepped back, observing the change with all of its myriad eyes. "Disconnected, as you predicted," it said with a hint of amusement. "It no longer responds to you. It has become its own entity, a soul neither wholly yours nor mine."
Nyarlathotep's avatar frowned for a moment, though the expression was more curious than concerned. "I expected alterations, but complete disconnection… intriguing." His voice carried a thoughtful undertone. "This fragment, now unmoored from me, will act independently. But what will happen when it encounters a reality like no other? A world where madness is law and order is an illusion?"
Yog-Sothoth's avatar gave a slow, deliberate nod. "There's only one way to find out. I will send it to a human world of your choosing, but know this: without your direct influence, it will act unpredictably, drawing on the chaos we've infused into it. Its path will not follow any script you or I could write."
Nyarlathotep smirked, his excitement barely contained. "That's the point, Yog. Let it thrive, let it flounder, let it tear at the fabric of existence. Whatever it becomes, it will be a spectacle."
With a gesture from Yog-Sothoth's avatar, the newly twisted soul fragment vanished into the endless folds of space and time, sent hurtling toward a human world, one of billions scattered across the multiverse. But its destination was not a random one it was a place where order teetered on the edge, where the subtle hand of chaos could easily push it into madness.
As the soul fragment soared through the cosmos, it began to take form, shifting and molding itself to fit the rules of the reality it was about to enter. It would live as one of them, a human, unaware of the divine chaos burning within its core. And when death came for it, as it inevitably would, it would be dragged to a universe far worse than any mortal hell,a universe where madness was king, and Nyarlathotep's true influence could be felt.
Back in the void, Nyarlathotep's avatar watched the fragment disappear into the distance, his grin widening. "The game is set. Now, we wait."
Yog-Sothoth's form shimmered, his voice echoing from every direction. "And what do you suppose will come of this game, Nyra? Will your creation become something even you cannot control?"
Nyarlathotep laughed softly. "Control is irrelevant now. The true entertainment comes from seeing what chaos can create when it's free to evolve without constraints. Whatever it becomes, it will be magnificent and dangerous."
Yog-Sothoth's countless eyes blinked in unison, the ancient being contemplating the infinite possibilities. "So be it. Let the experiment begin."
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