Somewhere far away, a place so far that even the Gods dare not imagine such a distance. A place about which even the highest Existences of the universe dare not possess any knowledge. For such knowledge was not a secret but a curse. It eroded away the sanity of even an Existence, the highest lifeform of all; a creature not of flesh, blood and bones.

A place so horrid that a mere glimpse caused the flesh to collapse. A place so heinous that the minds faded away long before they could even comprehend what they saw. A place where Laws were eroded and rewritten constantly.

In such a place there existed THINGS that imprisoned themselves in that horrendous space. They rested there not for themselves but for others, whomsoever these others maybe. For if they left that place, the reality bended to their unknown whims and unconscious desires. The laws of universe changed and mutated to even their half-formed thoughts.

For these THINGS followed not the Laws of the universe, they made them.

In such a place and amongst such THINGS, a soul drifted.

“…Here comes it.”

“Tch.”

“…Decided it is, it’s fate.”

“Destroyer that it is, the meaning of fate for it is none.”

“This crime most heinous.”

“Tch. Imprison it.”

“…What it seeks, achievement of it will be when?”

“What it seeks, there is none. The acceptance of it, when it descends.”

“…”

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The Illusion let a Soul emerge.

The Forgotten guided its path.

The Formless let it touch the flesh.

The Endless let it last.

The Mutated, the last of them all.

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The Mutated let it devour the bridges,

For a being was reborn.

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An Existence that was not One, but Innumerable, observed the result of its relentless pursuit. A pursuit that was likely a mistake, doomed to fail even before it started. Yet a quest that it had to undertake.

For the Existence, which was not a being, had done something that it never had. It had done something that it never saw itself do. Yet, at this moment, the Existence had. It had brought a soul to a Creation that was not the soul’s origin.

The Existence, which had no body yet thrived all the same, had transmigrated a soul; a soul of creature that it despised, a creature that was more of a weapon than anything else.

This creature, which had been transmigrated to the Existence’s own Creation, was of a species known for its savagery, its cruelty, its vengeance, its vanity, its hate and its plethora of other emotions that its species was overwhelmed by.

It was a creature most hateful, ruled by its emotions and one that existed and survived not by its own power but by the power of others of its kind. It was a creature so weak, so humiliatingly frail, that its weakness was its strength.

It had sought to overcome its weakness, not in itself, but in others, for it was a creature pathetically feeble. It had sought strength in others and in turn had found the source of power, the power that had been the cause of downfall of many mighty Existences and Immortals alike.

This creature, which was so miserably puny, had brought down Existences that had dwarfed it so horrendously that they hadn’t even registered this creature’s existence. To them this creature might as well have been a smote of dust.

Yet, they had fallen and this creature had survived, ending them all as it thrived on the ashes of its fallen foes.

This creature that sought death for the sake of death, warred with itself and opponents that it didn’t even know existed. It defeated them with weapon it did not even know it had, for it was the weapon itself. Its very existence was a weapon to be used against some of those mighty Existences. A weapon they themselves created, unknowingly and unwittingly.

And the Existence, which was nowhere yet existed everywhere, had called this creature’s soul, to its own Creation. A mistake, the Existence knew. A perilous mistake.

Yet the Existence, which could not manifest in reality but existed within and beyond the boundaries of reality all the same, had brought this creature’s soul to its own Creation. An experiment, bound to fail, yet one much needed.

The Existence knew what this creature was and what it was capable of, for the Existence had seen it repeated time and time again, from one Creation to another, this creature had devoured them all. The Existence knew just how dangerous this creature was.

And the Existence that spanned multiple Creations, had no intention of Ending at the hands of this wretchedly weak thing.

Thus, the Existence, which had no senses yet observed everything, had taken away from the creature the one power that had allowed it to devour everything.

The creature would not be born in the body of its origin, no, the Existence knew it to be the source of its overwhelming and uncontrolled emotions. This Creature would be thus born an immortal, fundamentally lacking the ability that had allowed its species to rule them all, to conquer them all.

Thus, the creature that had once been a mortal was now born an immortal. The creature that had once been a human, born to thrive in civilization, would be born a monster, a lifeform simply unable to coexist with civilization.

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Far away, at a distance so great that most couldn’t even begin to imagine such a distance, there existed transcendental barriers, not one but many.

Within those barriers, inside a remote place, an ethereal book flipped its pages.

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