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| Deus Ezekiel | Oct 2 2010, 02:40 AM Post #1 |
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In the beginning, there was nothing. In some circles, that is considered common knowledge, in others it is called myth. In reality... there was something. Something neither good nor evil; something that simply was. That something was called "possibility." It was infinitely malleable- it gave push and pull, fire and ice, yin and yang. In short, push and pull provided sufficient reason. From the infitinite darkness that surrounded possibility came the sun, the moon and the stars. At first, there was nothing- nothing visible, at least. Just like you and I, young one. Now... even with your eyes open, there is nothing but darkness. Here, let me offer you some substance. *The Darkness is suddenly illuminated by dim firelight, pale orange accentuating a single figure. He does not seem very tall, and his features are shrouded in the darkness of his robes, shadows obscuring his face. He held out his hand subtly, not toward anyone in particular. Looking around revealed that only this small area was visible, and everything on any side of that area was akin to oblivion* That possibilty gave birth to a similar substance to what you behold now. The "sun," "moon" and "stars" are all abstract concepts given form by the psyche to rationalize reality. All of you were born with an astounding power called "perception" in order for you to relate information in a fashion that is sensible to you. Information exchanged on one plane of existence never exists in the same exact way twice- there are always subtle differences. It was upon this conceptualization that the worlds called "Realms" were given form. No two realms are the same, just as each person sees things differently. Each of these "realms" was born of the strivation of the gods to some end, and as such, each of them took on their own reality. But I have skipped too far ahead- this substance I speak of was given two equal forms. Intelligence and Illusion. It was these forms, given sentience, that shaped the known universe. Upon first glance, nothingness is a bland and lonely reality. No one wants to exist alone, not even gods. And so it was that we opened our eyes for the first time. Intelligence formed the initial plans and illusion made them bear fruit. That was the way of things then, and it is the way of things now. *The cryptic voice was given form as the being drew back its hood, turning to reveal a quiet, smiling face. The man's hair fell over his eyes, shadows engulfing his eyes. His nose came to a dulled point over his lips, which were set like stone. His smile was not friendly- it seemed to be more of a formality than anything else. Emotion was lost on him as he spoke, though his voice was no kind of monotone. Instead, it was like all of the emotions at once, the flames of anger, the bitterness of sadness, the blissful kiss of hapiness, the pain of hatred, the harmony of love... it was almost too much to comprehend, and as such, the voice manifested itself normally to compensate. Despite the pain, one would hear the voice of a young man telling a story that seemed far more ancient than he in a way that spoke of intense knowledge of the subject. A single hand came up to brush the hair from his eyes for only a second, his closed eyes seeming set on anyone who might be present* From those plans sprang the gods. A deity for each thought given form, a sentience to craft the things that Intelligence and Illusion had little interest in. A god for fire, one for ice, a soveirgn for lovers, a mediator for the cause of peace. So many were born to serve a single cause, they never gave a thought for what those who created them had in store. Gods were born inherently good and inherently evil. A select few remained neutral, for they were not meant to be played off of one another. There had to be a middle ground. Such had been the plan of Intelligence. *The hair fell once more over the man's eyes as he took a few steps toward someone, placing a hand on their shoulder. It felt like burning and like ice all at once, so cold that it was like poison, and yet it was fleeting. After the sensation fled, a vision of creation jolted through the world, one thing after the next so quickly that it was almost impossible to comprehend* One realm was born, and then the next, all for the sake of the gods having their own utopia. But that was not enough- each of the gods deemed it proper to populate those worlds for the sake of their own enjoyment; whether good or evil, gods created beings for their own amusement. It was sickening to think that a concept that was born in the mind of Intelligence was so tainted by his hands in its creation. Illusion was sickened by this far more than his twin brother, and went about twisting it in such as way as to give his brother an outlet. Where before each realm had been independent of the others, now it was possible for people and things to move between the realms. Realmwalking was born of Illusion's contempt. *A powerful push comes from the man's hand and suddenly, the light he had offered began to crumble. The only thing visible now was the man as he opened his bloody crimson eyes and stared deeply into the eyes of the onlooker* Illusion took the form of a God named Zaret. From his seat of neutrality, he began to watch the festering of the world he had created with a sort of twisted humor. He could make it all again if he wished to, so why not enjoy the end a little? *A soft chuckle came from the man as he thrust his hand forward. Staggering pain jolted through the mind and body of the comparatively frail being who was listening to his words, and the man closed his eyes* Intelligence took the name Ezekiel and became a god of another fashion altogether. I am Ezekiel, and I am the God of War. I watched it all burn, and I will watch you burn, too. All things in their time, though.... enjoy your life, child... *Reality seemed to dissolve all around and darkness consumed the mind... if this were a dream, it was a sick one. And when one awoke, they would remember nothing of it...* |
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I have existed since long before you were born. I have taken more lives than can be counted, and I will eventually watch you die as well. War is the last reality you will ever know. Only the dead have seen the end of war- Plato | |
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| Deus Zaret | Oct 3 2010, 02:17 AM Post #2 |
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And once more, in a flash of.. black? How could black 'flash' in such a way, where there was no light? The mind is confused, it is.. knowing. It knows of the power before it, the power that lies in what has been deemed fit to acknowledge the "existence" of what tiny entity of life his brother had seen to inform of their meta-formation. So, it seems Ezekiel has shown you our existence, has he? The voice seemed to come from everywhere, and echo for an eternity. But if one tried to really listen, it would be asked whether they had heard anything at all. I suppose.. Would you like to see me? Of course. The plane went white, blindingly so. Well, here I am. Can you see me? I thought you might say not. I am all things you perceive, of course, and I am all things you will never perceive. Your reality is my plaything, and I love to play. Do you feel alive? Your heart has stopped beating now. Cold, you say? Here, have a fire. To hot, the molten skin? Ah, well, you mortal beings have no worry. You must remember, what I want you to perceive becomes your reality. Do you feel schizophrenic yet? Why do I ask so many things, you might ask. But I ask you, "why not?" I do not perceive, I create reality in whatever image I desire. Intelligence thinks he's so high and mighty, believing he created this place. Well guess what: I made him think that. Everything he knows, I created the illusion of him knowing. All things he perceives, I have decided to allow him to. It's good to be the older brother sometimes. The plane changed again, to midnight blue. Before you, a small table, a chair to sit in. You're in the chair, or aren't you? A fireplace appears, massive in it's design. A figure walks out, only lines. Suddenly its gone. A city-scape appears, futuristic. Vehicles float and all sorts of small fibers line the sky. Before you, the stick figure appears again, and turns to three others: An old man, looking as if he were dead, a teenage woman, full of life, the most beautiful ever seen, and a fetus, genderless.They all smiled a painfully obnoxious smile, toothy and wide-eyed. They talk in unison, mimicking Zaret's voice. I created this from nothing, in what to you would seem an eternity. I have a plan for this place, and you will watch as it happens. Suddenly, the view of this realm can be seen from above. Hundreds of small explosions rock the city-scape. Buildings crumble, and the edges begin to fade. Soon, nothing but darkness is seen where this place once was. The three figures turn and speak once more. Now tell me. The humans fade away, leaving a man who appears to be in his twenties, dressed in a cloak that seems to bear all colors at once standing in their place. His face holds a maniacal looking smile, but one that also knows how omniscient his psuedo-awareness was. Did it even exist? The answer is up to you. It will never have mattered to me, and it shouldn't to you. But you watched it burn. You witnessed a billion entities simultaneously begin existence and leave your reality all at once. It would haunt your mind, this dream, for a millennium, if I were to tell you what truly happens when you "die." You'll never know, and neither will Ezekiel. Nor will our brother, who is still yet to return.. Chaos has died a God's death, and his existence is as beyond your comprehension as mine is. When I will allow Ezekiel to remember what his warring is for, Chaos will be once again join in his rank with us, knowing what he is to do just as I will decide him to. Remember. In the beginning, there was something. Soon enough, there will be another. The voice echoed forever, slowly morphing into a terrible screech, and then a baby's squeal. A new life was birthed, and the new soul would never know he had been told the meaning of life. Zaret appeared in the room, but no one noticed. Have fun. I made this place special, just for you. The form was gone, if he was ever even there. Existence. The idea was funny to a meta-god, one who commanded nothing but your participation in his game. |
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I am the ultimate illusion; the harder you look, the more you try to understand, the less real things will be. I can crush your reality in a second, and then make you question whether what happened really did. So ask yourself, before you confront me, before you beg, are you insane enough yet? If you're asking what: Whatever the fuck I feel like. If you're asking why: Because I fucking can. | |
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