The Void Callers closed in, their eyes piercing the darkness like burning coals, their forms shifting in ways that defied comprehension. Alastor’s body trembled, not from fear, but from a deep, primal instinct that urged him to fight, to survive. But the more he struggled, the more the void tightened its grip on him. The weight of it pulled him down, and dragged him deeper into the abyss.
The Void Callers weren’t just creatures of the dark—they were the darkness. As they circled him, their whispers became louder, more insistent. Words without meaning, yet filled with a raw, poisonous power. He felt the air around him warp, and twist, the space itself bending, like reality itself was being unmade. They didn’t need to touch him to hurt him—they did it with their minds, with their presence, with the relentless warping of his perception.
First, they turned his memories against him. Faces, voices, and moments of his life twisted into something grotesque. His wife, Rebecca, appeared before him, but she was wrong—her smile stretched too wide, her eyes hollow, like a marionette manipulated by unseen strings. “You’re nothing,” she whispered her voice a croak that scraped across his mind. “You never were.”
Then, his home, the radio station, and the crowd that once cheered for him—they all turned to shadows, to mocking figures, jeering, pointing, laughing. “You failed,” they sneered. “You are weak. You are nothing.”
Alastor tried to scream, to lash out, but his voice was swallowed by the void. His hands reached out, but there was nothing to grasp. His reality was crumbling, fragmenting, until there was nothing but the whispers and the mocking faces—until he, too, began to twist, his form warping like a reflection in a shattered mirror.
And then, the beasts came. The creatures of the void, are terrible and incomprehensible. They were colossal, shadowy forms that towered over him, monstrous silhouettes with gaping maws, and claws that dripped with an otherworldly fluid. Dripping their black oil.
They lunged, their teeth gnashing, but when they bit into him, they weren’t eating his flesh—they were consuming his soul. Pain tore through him as their claws raked across his skin, but it wasn’t the physical pain that hurt the most. It was the loss of self, the slow erosion of his identity.
The illusions blurred everything, every sense of what was real shattered. He couldn’t tell if he was bleeding or if it was just the darkness itself bleeding into him. He was losing himself, his will, his humanity.
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But then, amid the crushing void and the endless torment, something shifted. The whispering voices grew fainter, and a new sound—one he had never heard before—reached his ears. A strange, mechanical pulse, like a heartbeat, or a rhythm. It was the call of something, someone, reaching out to him through the chaos. It was the System.
You are ready.
The words came to him like a rush of cold air. It was the invitation to something greater, something powerful, something he could use to never be weak again. The illusions, the creatures, the torment—they all faded in the presence of the System’s call. His body, his mind, his very soul—shattered, broken—suddenly felt whole again. It was a new beginning, a new power, a new purpose.
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System Notification:
Merge Sequence Initiated
Welcome, Entity: Alastor
Designation: Former Host of Reality 520
Specialization: Void Manipulation
Status: Unbound
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He embraced it.
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Merging Host with Core System Parameters...
Data Transfer in Progress...
Warning:
Host transitioning from current state to designated world zone. Power surge detected. Estimated stabilization in 10 seconds...
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He embraced the void, the darkness within. He let the System’s power flood into him, filling every broken part with strength, with rage, with purpose. He no longer saw the Void Callers as tormentors. They were tools. He could use their power, wield their chaos, to reshape the world in his image.
The System was his escape.
The System was his future.
And as the final remnants of his former life slipped away, Alastor smiled—a cold, triumphant grin. He had embraced the void, and with it, he would remake reality.
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System Initialized: Core Integration Complete
Warning: The host has been granted new capabilities.
Void Infusion complete. Reality manipulation parameters are now accessible.
End Transmission.
You are now bound to the System. The world of 520 awaits.