Let us spin the tale of a man. A man with looks so feminine, one would begin to question their sexuality. Or perhaps he wasn't even a man at all.
He went by many names. Xolotl,Yeomra,Supay,Osiris, Hades,Hel,Dis pater, Aita, The grimn reaper and lastly, Satan. They were all him. Perhaps exagerated tales of him, yet they all were part of him. In the tales, most parts were fabricated nonsense, and yet some of them retains the truth of what had unfolded. Perhaps they spoke of his tales from different and watered down versions of him, resulting in him to be called an evil so evil that he could be known as the emobdiment of evil itself. But now, he goes by the name of Natas. Perhaps one would find the true name if he simply spelled it backwards.
Now, this isn't a history lesson of his past, but a tale of what had unfolded in the momment where everything had combined.
Imagine this. A mixture of different mythologies, alien cultures, the past, present and future smashing itself in one gigantic mess. And the beings based off that were to take in the pain of what had hit them. The totalness of their exsistence itself combining. Meaning that in short, their abilities had strengthen to a whole other dimension altogether. If the worlds hadn't collided, they'd have the power to name theirselves the one true god of their various realities. However, now, there was only a single reality. In combination with all other realites, this single reality had beings with power beyond the limit of imagination. Planetery ending spells could be casted with a flick of their fingers. The whole universe can simply be blown up.
Yet, with the size of the new and only world. Even if they were to exhaust their powers, to try and anihlate everything, it would just keep getting created infinitely by the reality itself. Leading one to just give up on the thought of destroying the world.
And, there was Natas. He had a bone to pick with all thoese gods, seperated by a superbeing beyond the realm of whatever was beyond the beyond of everything. He found himself in the godly realm where the gods he so hated lived happily with their merry days. Blessing mortals, making thoese they didn't like suffer, and helping whoever they wished to.
But Natas wasn't the only one. He found a group of evil gods and demons from millions, if not billions of mythologies, declaring war against the similiar amounts of gods. He was appointed as the vice-commander, being second in charge to this person who named herself as Titania.
Oh, she was evil alright. So evil that the one called as the embodiment of evil himself felt a sense of pride as he looked upon her.
Her evil was a strange kind of evil. Declaring the meaningless of everything in exsistence. It was as though her entire being questions you with the words. "What for?"
And thus they raged a war against the gods.
However, the gods were even at first, or maybe evil was triumphing. Yet, it was because of some pesty mortals that they had lost. Or to be more specific. 13 pesty mortals.
They wielded weapons beyond belief. With the declaration that they represented righteousness itself. They called it the genesis weapons. Only weilded by thoese who were allowed to by the wills of the weapons itself. And ironically, this weapons that could devestate were chosen to be used by the weakest of weakest of beings. The sentinel races.
It was then, Natas truly reconigzed the power of thoese beings who were placed above the gods. There was the phantasm. The ones who presumely are the power that the gods can wield in the first place. If they were to choose to fight the gods, the gods might as well just offer their heads of their own accord.
Then there was thoese even above that. Order and Chaos. Appearing to be part of the Origin of everything.
Even then, there were things above thoese. Fate, Destiny. Genesis.
Natas knew, there were a lot of things above that. Yet he wasn't able to comprehend what was exactly above it. In that battle, the gods of fate and destiny stood neutral. The gods of order and chaos were having a battle that lasted all the way until this date.
Thoese 13 pests who weilded the weapons of Genesis itself, were literally unstoppable. Gods and demons were felled as though they were simply cutting out weed.
With Natas's final struggle, he managed to bring down 2 of them. One who weilded a spear. And the other who held a bow.
He was brought down with the swipe of a scythe, and he found himself here.
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In a strange place. With absolutely nothing.
He tried to fly out multiple times, and yet. There was some sort of barrier restricting it.
So, having nothing. He could only curse the gods and mortals who helped them. And building a dungeon, or actually a deathtrap. For he would use to take care of any gods or mortals who would come here.
He named it "true hell". For where the ruler of the underworld was. That was where hell is.
And then, a few million years passed.
".."
Striking out another line out of the millions of other lines drawn on the floor. The ruler of the underworld fell into insanity.
"HEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHHEEEH" Natas screamed and talked to a demon shaped rock.
"AFTER SO LONG!!!! MY FIRST.... PREY!!!! ISNT THAT GREAT RIGHT ROCKEY #1231241" Natas said as he smashed the rock.
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Dominic POV
Oh where am I?
I spotted a gigantic construction. Made out of rocks. Whoever did this must have alot of time on his hands. There was a grand and gigantic castle with a strangely beautiful design. Surrounded around it, was a town filled with statues of demons also made out of rocks.
The town was easily about a 100km wide or so. The things were so detailed. With a market place with fruits and foodstuff carved perfectly like some sort of art piece where statues of demons traded with each other.
To be honest.
This is just straight out creepy.
In such a dark place, someone was making all this with. Nothing but rocks.
"COME TO THE KING'S CASTLE!!" a voice announced.
"uh. no thanks." Dominic replied.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" a psychotic voice replied.
Okay then.
I guess I'll just take my leave here.
And then, out of the darkness. two red hands flew out and tried to grab me by the neck. I hit it. Hard. With the intention of breaking thoese hands.
The surrounding rocks were destroyed by the pressure.
And a huge dent formed on the point where I stood.
"GAH!" the voice screamed.
I guess I accidently destroyed this art piece? But man. what?
I guess if not for me, someone else would destroy this dirty and creepy place.
"NOOOO MY FRIENDS!" a voice cried out, as I saw a figure picking up some fragments of rocks that was on the ground.
He then leaped towards me at a really suprising speed. I could see his pressure blowing away the rubbles of his town, as he jumped towards me. Some sort of red energy erupted from his body, as it came swarming with the size of a class 10 tsunami.
I guess he wasn't some crazy god down here after all?
I kicked forward, spun in the air, and kicked him. or her? the hair was long after all. With quite abit of force, perhaps before the light could reflect it back into my eyes, my leg felt an impact against his face. A kick quite literally unseeable by the naked eye.
I had the intention of putting him down, and yet, like some wild beast he came again.
This time I returned with a fist, with some force in it. I felt his skull crack as I hit him on the face. The wind pressure alone blew apart his beautiful castle. It wasn't intentional. The floor was scraped, as the rocks flew from the ground towards him along the way, as the sound of the impact came a momment later.
Based on what I could tell, he had the power to rival even against that hot headed god I just met. Which meant that hit shouldn't have killed him.
Which was good. I didn't want to kill some guy who was a victim to insanity.
However, what I couldn't predict was that even after being blown a few hundred kilometers away, he would still jump at me from afar.
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" he begged.
Oh. Perhaps he was trapped down here? Alone all this time?
"What's your name ?" I asked.
"ITS NATAS! I WAS ORIGINALLY CALLED SATAN! IF YOU HELP ME. I'LL BE SURE TO LET YOU...." before he could complete his sentence, I jumped out.
Oh. I prefer not to get in trouble with the gods. They are rather relentless after all.
I felt something shatter as I jumped through, I don't know what was that, but I guess it wasn't anything?
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Natas POV
Just like that, I felt I guess.. hope gone?
Yet, I felt much lighter.
I tried to fly. Something I had gave up on years ago. And to my suprise. I FLEW! I ACTUALLY FLEW!
OH THANK YOU! WHOEVER YOU ARE! though you might have hit me a bit. THANK YOU!
I was so happy.
I flew up higher and higher. Until I suddenly can't. I felt constrained. There were black hands grabbing ahold of me everywhere.
I resisted, but it was strong. Too strong.
"Oh sorry I negelected you at my surface all this time! Natas was it?" a voice called out to me.
"Who are you...?" I trembled.
Me.... neglected? Huh?
"Oh, I guess you could call me? The name mortals call me. The abyss. I guess? I love to swollow strong people like you after all~ you make me so much stronger!~" the voice nonchalantly called out in a feminine voice.
"Then.. then .. what about that god or whatever that was here?! Why me alone?!" I screamed in desperation.
"mmmm... well let's say that I prefer you~" the voice. replied.
I felt myself being pulled down.
The floor where I stood, opened up. like a sliding door it opened up. The whole floor was missing.
"Oh, you were at the tip of one of my teeth this whole time~ Just saying!" the voice replied happily.
No, this wasn't something to be happy about! You damned Bitch!
"And besides, I wouldn't want to die from my stomach exploding ya know?~ If you were wondering why I let him go?" the voice said.
This bitch. She was too strong.
This.
Wasn't fair.
Me, the great ruler of hell.
Just like this?
Really?
I realeased all my power. The hands melted, and more came.
I tried to flee.
But again.
And again.
They came.
I tried.
I struggled to flee.
For my life.
Ah.
So this is what it means. To feel the incomming death.
I was dragged below the floor. And the light that trickled from above closed up before me.