Infra lay, a mess, upon a meaty field, strewn around him were the still alive bodies of various creatures, melting and evaporating at the same time. In his right hand he held a purple cube.

“Who would have thought I would have to use the original prison to cage happiness.”

he said his voice deep yet drowned. He gently caressed the cube, his eyes staring at them with no particular emotion, those were beaten out of him when he went to K’denrala. 

Infra stood up,

“If the people of this world are only melting and evaporating that must mean that they’re lord is benevolent,”

he eyes rolled across the meaty planes.

”but it’s still not safe enough,”

If Infra wanted to go through with his plans, he had to be in a world of darkness, they typically only mentally tortured their inhabitants, with small threat to their lives. Of course it couldn’t be a realm of dreams as he simply couldn’t afford to face one of those horrific things, so a world of darkness had to do, if he remembered correctly Al’haqwer was the safest world that wasn’t a dream world. 

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the world shifted as Infra enforced his will upon it and he soon appeared in Al’haqwer, 

“A world of ocean and darkness, only a few hundred thousand die a day, so the world is weak, but that’s what I need right now, a solid base,”

Infra once found his habit of talking to himself a flaw, but after being trapped in true silence a couple eons ago, he found his voice a majestic song. 

he held out the cube,

”What to do with you,”

he pondered how to take the happiness in the prison without notifying “the worlds” of his location.

“Guess I’ll have to start over… again”

he honestly was contemplating committing suicide after he learned the truth of all suffering from the world, after all the desire for the why was what kept him going for… well… a long time. But after he learned the truth, and realized he “could” change the world, he was given hope, a deathly poison. 

He realized the only way to gain happiness as an energy, was to swap its place in the cube with suffering, and if he wanted to make sure nobody noticed it had to be his suffering. He had to give up his everything and start anew, after a measure of time stretching so long that time itself deteriorated, he needed to give up the proof of his existence, the proof of his story, just to accomplish a whim that started barely just a year ago. 

“easy enough”

for the first time in his immeasurable life, Infra smiled.

and just like that he descended from godhood, and gained a Purple Heart.