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Deviant's Masquerade: The Anthology Series
Ep.- 2.1: Requiem for a Grim-Grave (Pt.I)

Ep.- 2.1: Requiem for a Grim-Grave (Pt.I)

Episode: 2.1

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“The abyss was a vast expanse of nothingness.

A space between the ever-growing dimensions, connected to everywhere and nowhere all at once.

This paradoxical location was usually only stumbled upon by the greatest of heroes or the most infamous of villains, be it in their pursuit of immortality, fame, or power. They would foolishly tread upon a domain bound by life, death, and madness.

It is in this location, we find a unique soul, far older and wiser than many mortal minds can comprehend. A soul that has lived an existence of tragedy and triumph.

A soul that is currently BORED OUT OF HIS FUCKING MIND!!!” he screamed, officially bored of giving himself absurd monologues about his own epic-ness.

His voice did not echo, because he could play with an echo for a few years, and “the jackass who designed this place hates me!”

He inhaled, something that should be physically impossible in an environment without air, before sighing an obnoxiously loud, drug out breath that lasted for a full fifteen minutes.

Thanks to spending a few years in this (dull-dull-dull) place, he had long since learned how to both groan and breath simultaneously.

“Oh, what did I do to deserve this?” he whined laying horizontal, or what he thought was horizontal in a place without gravity or anything to orientate yourself to, before sitting up vertically.

“You know exactly what you did.” He told himself using his ‘ruler’ voice, before lying on his stomach and kicking his feet as he shifted back to what he referred to as his ‘childish teenager’ persona.

“But it’s not my fault.”

He sat back up, “Yes, it is.”

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He laid back down, “No, it’s not!”

He sat back up, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You’re being childish…”

“You’re being childish!” he argued, pointing at the space he’d just been sitting, if he’d managed to move at all. Two decades devoted to that topic, and he still didn’t have an answer.

He sat back down, before nodding to his previous position, “Yes I am acting childish, because I’m you, and you’re acting childish.”

He stood up and glared at smarty-pants him.

“Fuck me, and my logic.”

He was silent for a moment, before running both hands down his face.

“Well that killed… fifty-three seconds…” He’d gotten really good at counting time.

Letting out another, explosive sigh he proceeded to groan for… three hours, fifty-two minutes, and thirty-eight seconds…

“So… Fucking… Bored…”

Now that he wasn’t entertaining himself, he realized this was the… fifteenth time he’d been through that entire routine… this month.

Groaning once more, this time just for five minutes, he proceeded to rub at his eyes. “I just want something to happen…”

Now in most stories as if called upon by fate this would be the moment something happened. Unfortunately, fate hated him, so he had to wait another six weeks before anything interesting took place outside of his rapidly deteriorating sanity.

Something pinged.

He blinked.

“What was that?” he looked around, wondering if this was another madness driven hallucination.

Something pinged again.

Immediately he turned towards where the ping came from, or… where he thought it came from at least.

He swallowed apprehensively. His nerves building as he waited for whatever that was, he’d already done the ‘hallucination for false hope of anything to kill this unending boredom’ thing before… It was sadly only killed a day or two of time though…

The something pinged once more, and this time he latched onto the ping with all of his inhuman awareness and sensory abilities, before finally finding the source of the disturbance. A weak spot in the abyss.

“Holy shit…” he laughed, grinning like a mad man, which he was, but still.

He reached out with his power, managing to connect through the weak-point to whatever poor unlucky fool who managed to get so close to the abyss without falling in themselves.

A young girl on the verge of death.

An inhuman presence brushed over the connection, as something else connected to the girl, causing his own connection to fray.

“No…” he whimpered weakly, as he watched the inhuman entity try and contract the girl for its own purposes.

“Damn it…” he whined, falling on his back, “Of course when I finally find a weak spot someone else gets to it first…”

He roughly rubbed both his hand into his face, before shaking his head.

“No.” He told himself firmly, “This isn’t the end of the world. If someone wears a weak point into this area of the abyss than it’ll happen again. It may take a few years, but it will happen again I just have to wait.”

He crossed both arms behind his head, “After all, I have all the time in the world.”