OSTOJPURULO
Roberion, for the first time in his life, is entirely lost. Images flickered, and memories were scattered completely. In each frame, he saw how the entire universe changed; the escope was surreal, and each time he tried to understand what was happening, be it the absurd quantity of stars, the beautiful drawings that they made in the white space, or the nearby star bodies that defied all he ever saw.
Every time he tried to understand, his memory stopped, only to begin a while later, with the celestial bodies in a different position. Until all stopped, not only they stopped, Roberion's mind stopped to be sent all the information. Now the only thing he could see was a silver white moon, and its light offuscating most of his vision, only a couple of stars could seem, the brightest of them all.
An emotion shocked the universe, and when nearing Roberion, it weakened to slowly reach him. The emotions it had were disappointment, anger, and contempt.
Suddenly, the silver moon changed. Its surface changed; two exorbitant holes started to form in the middle, as well as a curved line below it. Slowly, both started to increase their depth, and more and more, it started to look like a smiling face. Even in the absurd situation, Roberion couldn't think, couldn't talk, and was always an observer.
The moon's surface slowly started to show a detailed face, like a haunting cherubim, with a fat, emaciated face and mounds of absurd proportions becoming something like cheeks. Hauntingly, the holes for the eyes and the curved slit for the mouth were kept.
But both changed soon after. In each hole, or, better saying, orbit, a titanic golden skull surfaced in the middle. Ants seemed to erupt with it, milky white ants, until Roberion understood that they were a multitude of skeletons, the information that was transferred to the guiding hand that "helped" since this cosmic hell started. It was from a multitude of different creatures; the null couldn't make heads or tails at what they are or what they could be when alive.
As for the crevice that seemed to be a mouth, a thing that looked like a millipede with a wild boar skull for a head, with horns erupiting from its head like a horrendous mutation, started to surface and walk around. Soon, the milipede body stopped, its head oppened its brutal mouth, and it bit down on its tail. From where Roberion was seeing it, it looked like horrendous segmented lips.
Finally, it stopped changing. The bone cherubim face closed its "lips." Soon after, it opened its mouth, a tongue that looked like a sea of bones showed up, and the golden "eyes" focused and looked at Roberion. A few moments later, the mouth started to move the lips, mimicking talking. Soon, Roberion felt the vibrations nearing his body. An enormous runic sphere expanded; the null couldn't tell how much, but the distance was beyond the horizon; this orb was colossal.
The vibration shocked the protection of the sphere, and the later part of it moved and Roberions body spasmed, but he noticed something—words.
"Curious, insignificant, but anormal. Four million years before a supplicant begged for my presence, eons before a worthwhile one had done so, for one of my gifts to be used a final time to bring one such as yourself to behold me. It would be a displeasure if I were anything but bored; if all of us weren't bored", the moon's toothless "mouth" closed, only to open soon again.
"The only way to stop a god is through boredom; did you know that supplicant? I have many still leaving clerics and priests using my power to entertain me. Making rules is the only way gods can have any semblance of diversion. Why, your feedble mind is probably thinking. If this universe is our board, we could flip it and start again as many times as we want; that isn't what I exactly call fun", the milipede contracted on itself, and the mouth looked to be grinning.
"No, what is fun is seeing all 475237287286—", Roberion's counscience flickered, "feeble mind indeed. Let's talk in absolutes. Seeing all your creatures and variants react between themselves in a myriad of infinite possibilities and trying to see which would be reached is what amuses us. How would you, variants with partial free will, act? Yes, partially, because you aren't gods, are you? If I wish that all in your universe ceases to exist, it would be so; if I want all of you to fuse into a being, it would be so. Each of us can do that and everything that is possible and impossible", the grin fades, the titanic, horrendous milipede moving to the position before.
"So we bind ourselves the same way I limit this poor vessel to communicating with you. Lowly variant, if I wasn't a higher being, I would already have lost count of how many times you have died since entering my being. The same way I use examples that your mind could comprehend, the way I use a language you understand, and not the others that exist or existed in your universe. Your universe's existence is a game; we play by putting new pieces at it and seeing how it would behave and change. I have the pleasure of saying that nevertheless, the beings that's sprouting from it without assistance are the best pieces by far; the supplicants like you that I gift are only things to give a little more imprevisibility", the skulls that resemble irisis shine like two stars.
Roberion tries with all his strength to miss the more details he can; knowledge was a poison here; all insignificant things were significant and potent. Everything wouldn't have a use for him, but everything was beyond him here. So he only concentrated on what the Primordial God informed him; everything else didn't exist.
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"Why all this talking? Why all this process if I could send a mental message to you without all this display and suffering from you? You could ask infinite why's, but the reason is simple: only because I wish. Nevertheless, you are already boring me; let me send you your way before I prefer to exclude your existence. First, a price needs to be paid", after the supreme being spoke, an ethereal skeleton hand showed up in front of Roberion, grabbing his left eye. The sensation was horrendous, especially because he didn't feel anything; it was just a moment; he didn't have the eye. Telling the truth, he didn't even feel he had it before, only his memories were the proof he had one to begin with.
"Insignificant but acceptable, uncommon on being at your lowly station, as you say incarnation. Now let's proceed to the gifts. I measure your worth, null, the lowest of the low, manufactured creatures to serve to obey, but here you are, doing what almost all would fail even if they tried to accomplish, to be in the presence of a Primordial. Never having a choice but to follow the waves, and here they carried you to me. I bestow on you the power to make you swim through these waves and to find from a myriad of chaotic options the ones that suit you", the Primordial made again the milipede assume the form of a smile, and the light from the haunting cherubim moon's face started to shone like a star, becoming something beautiful and nightmarish at the same time, divine.
"Will it make you the most powerful? No, I have bestowed so many more powerful gifts before, but you will soon see that anyone who chooses the best waves, as you found yourself in yours both by competence and fortune. I gift you the first wood that you can hold yourself too to brave this celestial sea; building the boat will be your job. Some have already had ships since their birth, but you aren't one of them, so create one with your two hands. In summary, that is what I present you: a chance; do to it as you wish; your lowly existence hopefully will entertain me."
The light shone like a supernova, engulfing the dome and Roberion. With his conscience and free will returning, Roberion thought, What is the Primordial doing?
CALL ME OSTOJPURULO; IF NEEDED, DON'T, BUT IN MY PRESENCE, CALL IT SO. I ACCEPT YOU AS MY CLERIC. BEGIN AGAIN!
The light shone like a supernova, engulfing the dome and Roberion. With his conscience and free will returning, Roberion thought, What is the Ostojpurulo doing? What? I've been a cleric since when?
After the space fractured all around him, Roberion was again in his body, lying on the retangular stone atop the runic platform. Still, he couldn't see the baroness, but he felt like various beings were watching him, making their presence known.
Another gigantic difference is that everything from above was cut; all above him was only space, and Ostojpurulo, his vessel, looked with golden eyes at him, the milipede still forming a smile. It was like someone sliced the top of a dollhouse, and instead of being the kid, he was just his miniature doll. The vessel was titanic; this moon's planet chocked against the vessel's body, fracturing in a thousand pieces, but didn't leave, being pushed to him by some force, be it gravitational or magical.
Soon Roberion looked with alarm as everything started to vanish, all but Ostojpurulo. Everything was fragmenting into lines: his body, the platform, even the dark space beyond—all the null could—-
"STOP SANGMAKULO. The process needs my input. As you can observe, the temple grounds and spell ritual are broken. The artificial creature tried, but the way to fix it is beyond its meager knowledge. I could do it another way, but I want this supplicant to witness me, and obviously because I want to. Nevertheless, I will concede for this cleric to our rivarly; it will nonetheless be fun for both of us, and I will also simulate the universe for the state I don't directly interfere, only us and the new cleric will know. Useless, but why not?" the universe is erased, nonexistence taking its place.
"Respect The Prime Pact, our interference should be minimal. Alas, we won't rouse the attention of The First", a new universe is created by Sangmakulo. All the variants are soon back in place, the focus being the insignificant null that is again back at its body", The difference between the two universes is minimal, but all gods know how the multiverse could escalate things, even without their meddling.
An ancient rumbling shook both existences—the primal fear of all creatures, symbolic but real—time itself. "Both of you show restraint, Sangmakulo has a point. Nevertheless, your desire can be accomplished without the need for drastic interference, just make the process work and project the magnanimous display only on that variant head. We all Primordial Gods, agreed that your improvement of that variant is between bondaries, nevertheless, we have new ones coming soon. Finally, our divine plan will produce results. Its no coincidence that most of us are silent and interested in the new universes spawning soon, only the three of us are in this debate. Do you all concur with my decision?"
A multidimensional shock echoed, changed, and reverted all variables at the same time, creating a resonant agreement.
"So be it. Recommence!"
Roberion looked with fear and awe as Ostojpurulo's vessel projected thousands of long arms that extended to the location he was in, like lines falling from the sky. Nearing him, the arms were big, and the hands were the size of a tank.
They meticously started to modify the runes throughout the entire place. Some hands also touched the monstrous machine that was attached to the enchantments like a metallic cancer; it didn't seem to change the machine itself or the components it was made of. Roberion is ignorant, but even he could see that the quality of it changed.
Not far away from him but nonetheless away, Roberion saw an absurd quantity of hands falling to the ground. All the information was cramped in his mind by the helping hand, the same that helped him in Ostojpurulo's existence.
The haunting mouth of the vessel oppened, "Lets initiate the ritual; you, my Cleric Roberion, will soon see the sanctity of Bones."