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DON’T TRUST THEM!
Within an endless void, the echo of a voice screamed with abject terror before gradually fading away, swallowed by the passage of time and the omnipresent darkness. Silence reigned king once more.
A figure hovered in the midst of the void with arms and legs spread wide, chained by shackles blacker than the void itself. It stood quietly and inert even as the thorns on the chains repeatedly ravaged and flayed the entity’s body, restarting the same procedure anew once complete regeneration took its course in a matter of seconds. Despite the devastating injuries unfailingly and punctually delivered by his constraints, the figure was entirely unfazed by the pain he previously believed to be agony in its purest form at a time immemorial.
In fact, deep down in the recesses of his mind, the entity instead became grateful for the eternal torture afflicted by his ‘master.’ Otherwise, he would have long since succumbed to the total, irreversible insanity that followed solitude and the immeasurable guilt accrued with committing abominable actions in his past.
Please… Stop…
The memory of a woman pleading as tears and blood flowed down her lacerated cheeks and mouth flashed through the mind of the figure.
He didn’t react. Not anymore at least.
Alongside the punishment of the chains, came the same recurring memories of people he most likely cherished eons ago. The figure could not recall their names or faces any longer. He forgot - specifically, he had chosen to forget who they once were. It would have been beyond sin to remember those who he had loved but ultimately slaughtered because of his selfish decision, he had conclusively decided after the First Chaining.
The entity briefly became aware of a concentrated pain tearing apart his right clavicle but quickly ignored it as he lazily sunk into the depths of the sea that was his thoughts, where no light could freely penetrate without his sanction. Feeling empty and embracing the mind-numbing coldness he had been inured to ever since the plight of the 81st Chaining, he once again yearned for the promise of death - a thought he remembered having even before the First Chaining, a time before despair and unceasing guilt embedded themselves into him before promptly shredding his heart and mind into nearly damnation. The figure could faintly recollect the tiniest of fragments of memories before he was chained and the first two Chainings, but nothing after that besides odd notification sounds from time to time during the phases between Chainings.
Of the scarce memories he had before the world transformed into literal Hell, one of them was the introduction of the greatest supernatural anomaly to occur in his planet’s history: Metaoptical Rem Constructs, or ‘blue screens’ as the public came to speedily secure its moniker. On a random day of some unimportant month, these screens spontaneously sprouted in the visions of all humans. Despite there being an unprecedented number of car collisions, fires, and calls to local police worldwide at initial onset, it did not take long before people had begun to unravel the secrets and capabilities behind their newly contrived faculty.
Conflict was inevitable but nothing significant came about with the augmenting of the human body engendered by the blue screens. The figure barely called to mind the exact reason; although people were physically or mentally empowered or improved in some unknown way, no one could describe those changes as superhuman. A male athlete who normally had a vertical jump of 2 feet suddenly finding himself jumping 1.5 inches higher was barely within the realm of supernatural influence as scientists argued that it was unknown whether the athlete raising his vertical was a product of external factors such as physical training, diet, and effort rather than the result of the blue screens.
However, the figure remembered that everything was overturned when extraterrestrial entities invaded the planet without warning exactly 6 months later upon the appearance of the screens. It was evident that the screens could in fact grant any user superhuman qualities but no one had enough time to examine how such abilities were possible because by that point, humanity barely clung on to the ropes of survival, dangling over the precipice of extinction. It took less than 3 weeks for humanity to succumb to entities with technology and abilities far beyond expectations. All governments and countries collapsed within days of invasion, forcing every human to fend for themselves against foes too monstrous to contend or disobey. The screens barely helped as no one could grow strong enough to defeat even one of the weakest lieutenants of the commanders of the enemy force.
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The only reason the figure could recall so much in spite of the atrophy of time on memory was because within the last week of humanity’s final stand, he was offered a ‘gift’ that he could never forget. A higher being, who proclaimed himself as the King, extended a proposition to him through some dream. The entity knew not why he was selected after all this time nor did he know if the King was related to the aliens, but what he recollected was seeing four other humans who also received the ‘gift.’ Outside of space and time, the five of them were promised power beyond imagination, announced by a voice laced with the incarnation of something unfathomably ancient but utterly powerful nonetheless. Four of them immediately refused, declaring with outright hostility that humanity will not associate themselves with terrorists. A teen male of Hispanic origin was the embodiment of pure rage as soon as his eyes lay witness to the extraterrestrial entity. He was the only one who attempted to rush at the being covered and hidden behind a veil of luminescence; however it was futile. Less than a second later, all four simultaneously vaporized, leaving the figure behind, alone with a being believing himself as 'the King'.
The entity reminisced about that fateful decision he made that day once again.
He should have never accepted.
But right as the figure felt the phantasmic pains of what once he identified as immense sorrow, he discovered something… on his eyelids. It was not the caressing of the chains as he felt no pain, but rather, the inklings of an essence intangible to physical touch but nonetheless conceivable by physical senses. Light.
‘Impossible... ’
A thought surfaced to the consciousness of the entity, just as his initially inert body shuddered and transformed. He knew what this meant despite being unchained for possibly centuries. The light thoroughly awoke all his dormant cognitive abilities before releasing all suppressed aural and physical faculties to the maximum. The figure abruptly froze with escalating confusion and consternation.
‘My chains… they’re loosening…? Master would never allow light in this place if I’m unchained. What's going-’
Quickly realizing that light still shone on his eyelids, the entity, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, opened his eyes, revealing white pupils with sclera as black as the chains now falling below him. His iris, dominated by intricate patterns of teal with traces of brilliant gold, noticed not the visible lack of darkness, but something that he had never thought to experience again in this lifetime.
The figure’s stunned expression instantly contorted and morphed into that of utter abhorrence before returning to the expressionless mask he normally composed himself with as he submitted to his curiosity with a defeated sigh. He had long since abandoned anger; his curiosity, however, was on the verge of rebellion after failing to satisfy itself since the last chaining.
After reading the blue screen in front of him, he slightly trembled with mixed emotions.
"Where... am I..?"
He softly whispered, slightly uncomfortable and unused to a sound he had not heard in ages. His voice permeated in the void despite there being a vacuum.
Infant Solar System Detected - Sentient Species Discovered: 7 - ????? ETA 6 Months Name: Alyn Class: *&h351$2hG1P0(351sad6^ef654%$r5%RFR5r5ruwu
Achievement(s): Apocalypse, Extinction Herald, Pure Extinction, Planet Magnet, Paradoxical, Survivor I/II/III/IV/V, Witness of the Origin, Last Man Standing, Universal Collider, Undenied, 3DB, 4DB, Universal Survivor, Unkillable, Herald of the End, Slaughterer I/II/III/IV/V, Vanquisher, Unrivaled
Stats: STR: 8,349 AGL: 12,871 UND: 39,332 FAI: 0 ENE: 24,010 (L) CHA: 200 VIT: ???????
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