Chapter One: Freedom
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The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
-Howard Phillips Lovecraft
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The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
-Howard Phillips Lovecraft
The celestial realm, once one of the most gorgeous places in existence now reduced to a pile of rubble and mana. The elder gods have left the domain a shell of it’s former self, now just miles and miles of empty void rich in mana, the primordial essence of the gods. Upon the miles and miles of nothingness lies a large hole, which reeks of rotting meat, and suddenly a deep bellowing growl disturbed the peace of the realm, followed by several sounds of scratching and digging. The digging sounds became louder and louder before the source of the sound revealed itself.
A large humanoid figure crawled out from the hole, it’s appearance resembled that of a flayed man with fresh blood oozing out of it’s pores, staining the hole with a dark shade of red. As it clawed itself out of it’s subterranean prison it let out a blood curdling scream not from it’s mouth, but from deep within it’s torso, where it’s meat and ribs moved like a human mouth it roamed across the celestial plains crawling slowly, the only obstacle is it’s painful hunger but not for long. It sees a carcass of a dead elder god, it’s skin already peeling off and it’s meat rotting. Without any hesitation it digs into the carcass with his sharp crimson claws and stuffs his abdominal cavity with the content of the rotting corpse.
After indulging himself with the rotting meat and mana that replenished his energy, the figure roamed the empty realm searching for the old gods, specifically the ones who imprisoned him in that god-awful hole in the ground. As he wandered the realm, he came across the edge of the divine realm where the realm of the mortals lie, he watched as the scorched land was what’s left of the old world. “How long have i been out” he said to himself, he stayed near the edge looking at was once was his proud creations wandered the land like how he did now.
Looking away from the barren rock that was once the mortal realm, the realisation on how long he was imprisoned suddenly sinks in. He looks back on the celestial realm and found it as a battlefield with mana and the armour of other gods he recognised. His first priority is to possibly find some surviving god/godess who could tell him what has happened in the celestial realm since his absence. Drips of yellow pus comes out of his eyes as he finds out he may be truly alone in this realm, with nobody else to keep him company. This is not freedom to him, this is just a larger prison fate has given him.