It wasn’t so much a crack as it was a slow fade to black but once more the three disembody voices found them self in a sea of indescribable features and sight. And yet if one were to lose focus on and forget the sights in front of them they would lose all sensation. And it was in this moment that one became truly free. Free from everything weather it be some strange moral compass or the passing of time there was no need to follow such rules here. At least that was the case until one would remember such law existed then then they felt as if all things everywhere were enforcing their will upon you. It was a land were even the smallest person could liken themselves to gods. But this did not mean that all were equal here. Unfortunately even this place was not one of absolute equally. No this land that mortal men can only catch glimpses of in their deepest and darkest nightmares was a land that one without strong will or extreme mental defence to keep them sane one could simply not maintain themselves. That was not to say they would be destroyed. No that was not the case but instead that they would be morph into that which would’ve been unimaginable horrors to normal men but simply beautiful to men and woman of the void because here you are free from all things including fear and disgust. You’r sanity and your own mind are things that can only be recommended here and not required here. For all who live here the madness come free. For this is the void
“Does anyone know how I died?” The first voice spoke its tone neither harsh nor angry as of the question was a simply statement about the weather.
“ I think it was the spear” the third voice cut through it had a clear and sharp end to every word as it needed you to know that it wouldn’t accept anything less than total acceptance and yet it also seem also like a provocation it was as if she meant to say‘ I have spoken does anyone dear to denied me’.
The first voice returned a little bit after. All this voice had was simply a curious nature to it.
“Why ?”
But it was the second voice who reply . Unlike the other two voices this one seemed to contain a strong life and a vitality that could be mistaken for urgency and annoyance.
“The reason it was the case first their divine weapons he shield ability makes sense watching it from an outside perspective it seem to be a really powerful damaged nullification we can see that cearly buy the lack of momentum in the shield when it was struck but it still chipped here and their so the force wasn’t spread because then the ground would have been affected more but if you look at the spear it doesn’t add up the amount of holy power in the spear is stupid yet once the spear expands that holy power disappears as if it when somewhere else and it becomes a normal spear which is probably why it bent so easily. No you don’t seem convinced Erick”
“I know it was the spear but how did the spear kill me?” His voice travel without emotions but seem to stretch on and on for infinitely.
But now it was time for the third voice to make her mark
“ It’s a key. A keeey. The spear is a key”
Confused the second voice asked “ what do you mean key” the third voice seem almost amassed that she need to answer and spoke as one one with a child “ A. Key. Is. Tool. Used .To .Open. Things. He. Used. His. Spear. To. Open. A. Connection. Between. Two. souls. And. Ate. Ericks. Life. force. Directly.” While the third spoke the seconds voice seem to unstably flalucate between a grind of teeth and a total carm growing in anger then returning to normal only to grow a bit more in rage then the last time.
“Thanks June” the third voice now falling into a deep confusion in the face of the first generals thankfulness. But I’d didn’t last for long then a few seconds be replying in a voice of actual concern
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“Thats ok Erick I’m glad I could help someone such as yourself understand this simple problem” but that would be the final straw that broke the camel's back. In this case the final straw for the second voice.
“ Ok WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!”
“ Me I have no problem. Unlike some people I understand basic divine and soul magic theory. So isn’t only natural for me to use my greatness help other understand their position in the world.” Third voice
“ What the FUCK are you TRYING TO SAY!!” Second voice
“ Ha don’t worry is it still an insult if the insulted don’t understand that they been insulted” third voice
“ Fuck you!” Second vote v
“ Haaaaaaa” as the argument between third and seconds began a deep and painfully sigh seem
“ If this is the after life does that mean we need to spend an eternally together?” For the first time the first voice seem to come through with a heavy feeling of a helplessness that should have been shown far sooner in the I’m dead conversation.
“ No there is no afterlife and even where not cruel smother to force our followers thought such things” as the three were wrapped deep in their” the thoughts of the three voice seemed to shatter as the sound of the new voice rocked them to the core.
Standing before the three voices were three new fights to add the first was a half woman and half spider combination. She seemed more like someone sawed a girl and then glued the upper body to the top of a 2 meter spider where it hang limp and naked the only noticeable thing about her was deep black sword in her hand that seem more like an army of shadows given physical form for it constantly filicked to new shape but it did so in a manner that followed . The human part was less than meter tall and seems to allow the moment of the spiders movement to decide it locations for the woman on the top never seemed to move a muscle of her only even the spiders movement seemed easier to liken to a slow drifting than anything else but it was clear that the lower body moved and the upper body followed. If there was one more point of interest it was that the ground beneath her seem to crack and spread altogether slower but continued to do so. And the cracks gave the feeling of a big web that seemed to wrap around her many spider like feet. But what seem to stand out the most was that her long black her had a think red tint for it and half her body seem to be soaked in a deep red blood. Her her face held no emotions but her mouth seem to be ever so slightly curled upwards.
The second seem tiny in comparison would barely a meter and a half tall. She had thick red skin and sharp bull like horns that pushed her height up from one meter tall to one and a half meter tall. But as one eyes followed down one would be unable to see feet for she seem to stretch endlessly into a sea of ash. However that was only when one attempted to look down upon her. From head to tow she had been bound in a thick chain that didn’t actually seem to be their to hinder movement but see more like a fashion statement and under those chains was a dress formed of flowers and severed hands. She held in her hands a flag with the the words Fuck You in big red letters and although hard to tell what could be severed feet tied to the bottom. Took the three voices awhile to work out that her eyes were missing and not simply the colour of the void behind her. And yet she did not act as if they were gone facing all with confidence. Her honesty look as if her smile was turned upside down her brow was scrunched like she was in very deep through.
The third was a black tree that look rotten and moldy and was completely in what look to be seaming flys. She was the tallest thing here maybe the tallest tree for what was with eye level was but the trees very tip and the rest seem to spread and pulse like flesh. It all seem to have died long ago. And yet for all the trees size the root, trunk and branches all seem to be exactly 3 meters thick. The truck seem to bend slightly as it began to wither but soon the three voices would hear a child’s giggling that for some reason it wasn’t hard to connect it to the black tree. The voice itself seem to be undecided on whether it was simply child’s laughter or a madman’s but for its continued changes it seem to want to maintain so underlying feminine charm.
The spider was the first to address one of the 3 voices
“Hello Erick” which in turn received a reply on its own “ Hello sister ” was the reply of the first voice tuck. Behind that voice was but a hint of joy but it was clear as day that the speaker was desperate to hide all sings of that. “ Erick I need you to do me a favour”