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Lunocide, The Neverseen Side of the Osth.

Turn. Turn back ye who sees this here. Nothing. Nothing here is worth dying for. Nothing is the only thing waiting for you in this place.

Unbearable. It was a rather painful sensation when no one else was around. One of his eyes twitched. Disbelief branded on his face.

If it were not for his stoicism, he would be choking on empty air. He would have had to forces the flies that landed on his tongue out and drag it back into place.

The sign was a monolith. And by no means, it was an exaggeration. It was a wonder how many trees they chopped down to make a such a colossus sign.

If highway boards were relatively normal-sized posters than this giant purple sign with white paint was what the new highway board's height would be.

"Well, isn't that a bit ominous..." He gulped. That didn't help. It only made it worse. It was like he was pushing down scorching poison down into his stomach.

He stared down the obelisk. He stared long and hard. He eyed the sign up and down as if he was trying to decrypt ancient babylonian text.

"Just..." He started. He brought his words down yet again. He didn't feel that it-- he was complete. It was something terribly wrong with how he was feeling. Unknown. Alien. The world around him changed. Maybe he did as well.

He shook the stray thoughts away. "What happened to me?" He grabbed his stomach. He finally could put words into what he was feeling. Like an epiphany, he muttered out the words.

"It's like fear without terror..." A feeling with no name. And speak of the devil...

Now, who was this man? That really was the million dollar question.

Despite his protests, his name was Geist, and will always be known as Geist.

Why? It surely sounded like it had involved being attracted to the same gender. Connect the dots.

"Sigh. I sleep one day expecting peace and cool dreams and then I wake up to this. Where is this place, anyways? Why can't things be normal for once." He stretched his back, arms and neck, standing at an even six feet height. He was a behemoth compared to his family members.

"Damn, why is this place so damn warm..." He already felt the tears go down and mess up the colors of clothes. He really was dumber than a box of rocks.

He wore a green bomber jacket. Under that, he had a plain white t-shirt that had the word J written on it stylishly. He had long, black and baggy pants that touched his gray shoes and white socks.

Nobody wore such things to bed. Except for him and him only.

He scratched the back of his head and looked around. Lo and behold, like trying to summon more food and materials from the fridge by opening and closing it, there was nothing that he held dear. Nothing even remotely resembling that of Earth, of his home.

But, the environment resembled something else he was familiar with. It was big. It was pale. It always shines bright in the night.

"How did I wake up here? How in the Hell did I wake up here!!!" It was the Moon. He was on the fucking Moon. Yet, somehow, he was still alive and able to exclaim that he was highest man, not in the room, but in the entire world.

He didn't even need drugs to outrank such records.

"You know... You think should have an effect of breaking my will to live..." Perhaps it already did. After all, in the final stages of grief, acceptance was king of all.

Down on the ground was an alien structure. "I think I would remember if the Moon had white as paint..." Or, it was just the simple case of things just failing to strike quickly enough.

And the cause? Up there, it was in the Moon's veil of darkness.

'Holy shit...' He staggered, stunned from blindess, stepping away from the sign a couple feet back. He promptly planted his ass on the Moonstone floor.

Shimmering. Shambling lights like rainbows danced in the sky. A wonder it was. And beyond even that.

Far, far away, until it was almost consumed altogether with the emptiness of it's system, only a dot bigger than the stars and massively different in terms of it's green and blue.

No, beyond even that...

There was something surrounding the pale blue dot. It was white. And it seared one singular thought into his eyes.

The Sun. And it named itself the Solstar.

He breathed in. He tried to suck an entire atmosphere right into his lungs. Alas, it was never meant to be. He never intended too anyways.

This Moon... Osth wasn't the same moon as Earth's. So with that in mind, he stood up as he was reborn into this world. He had his eyes scan his surroundings.

It wasn't hard. If he paid attention to the sign, he would know that he was currently situation in the between the sections of the near and far side of the moon called Osth.

It was an odd juxtaposition. Lunocide was entirely black, blacker-- darker --than a hole in space contrasted by the near side of Osth's near-blinding, shining whiteness.

Right at where the sign's lower body was entombed. It was an all-devouring black obsidian. It was Lunocide's territory. It really was all-devouring. All things past this purple sign was the same color.

And as if this world couldn't be more broken than it already was. The only thing that wasn't devoured by the all-black coal was everything before the sign. And what he assumed to be the near side of Osth.

Now, to the Near Side of the Moon, as of now remaining unnamed, it was as normal as it could possibly be on a moon like this. It had resembled a lot to the moon that orbited around Earth. At least if the sun was a thousand times brighter.

"You know, if I don't have any way back home... Staying here doesn't seem too bad of a choice. Even if that means I have to live with technology belonging to the age of primates... Who knows? Maybe I could finally get a chick." In another world, his futile quest of romance still continues.

Let's just hope it ended better than the she-man-that-should not-be-named's quest did.

Ahem, he said to himself before he ran one final flick of his eyes. Or to say, his body. He jumped. After a few moments, he touched the ground again. "Normal gravity... Okay... At least I am not in danger of somehow launching myself out of this moon's gravitational pull..." That was very little comfort.

Considering back on his home turf, that risk still was so small, you would only find it if you had found a way to look deeper past a planck distance.

Osth had Earth-like gravity. Either it was magic or Osth was really that gigantic. Osth here also somehow had grown an atmosphere. Trees? Corals? Fuck 'em. Apparently. We don't need to adhere to the stations of reality.

'Heh, I wouldn't have it any other way if I was isekaid.' He had a ghost of a grin forming on his face.

An atmosphere, the same smell and freshness as a morning walk through the park, that didn't feel like you were healthier when you smoked an entire crate of cigarettes than absorbing such gasses.

"Hm. Usually in cases like this, there is a transcendental asshole that willingly drops people on death worlds, or dropping death worlds on people. It worked both ways. And thay asshole will be just pissing all over his or her or even it's victims. It worked both metaphorically and also literally..." He chuckled. Then his mouth receded into itself, drier than the Sahara desert.

He knew one. Wait, that was a stupid lie.There were two he knew. He knew two gods that would do such things like this to mortals. Just for the fun, for even the smallest, shortest of relief from boredom. Yes, you may already know who the two he thought of.

Their names were ROB and BROB. "God. Well, at least if I appease either of those two enough. I could ask or request myself to go back home... And to Earth. I am not gonna let them swindle me out of a way home." All hope was not lost.

Admittedly, it was slim. He woke up. And as clearly as he recalled, he was now here. That wasn't how ROB, or even BROB (having the word bastard in it's name, does their entertainment. It was not their code. It was not their modus operandi. With the stories he had heard of and read himself, that much was clear) walks the walk and talks the talk.

And nevertheless, he still had hoped. He had contemplated his decisions. "So, I could wait here and die slowly. I could go to the Far Side of the Moon and get subjected to whatever horrors the sign told me to steer away from. Or, I could go to the Near Side of the Moon and discover what lies there."

He chose the safest option. "To the Near Side of the Moon we go then!" He had a new purpose in mind. In all his years on Earth, he never felt a drive as lively as this one.

Finally equipped with the one thing holding him back from attaining determination and the will of a conqueror, he walked to whatever place had oh-so kindly blocked his way from death in the Near Side of the Moon.

In spite of it meaning his death.

In another separate dimension from reality, higher than most other realms in Ansukheram, held the Afterlife of Paradise.

As the name implied, it was where all souls go when they die. At least if they did good deeds in their life. Belief? Atheism? Agnosticism? It didn't matter. Paradise was the home of all the Gods and all that was righteous.

All that mattered here was that you made a lifetime worthy of being let in into your religion's respective Heaven.

Paradise appeared to be utterly infinite. And all the things in Paradise consisted mostly of overwhelmingly empty space. There were only the homes of the Gods, that was purposed to also be a sort of home for their dead followers and the divine's creations and many, many colossal cloud formations here and there.

And in that cloudy, shining afterlife, there was one god we knew very well. He didn't live in a golden kingdom. He didn't live in a chair high up and in the center of his empire.

And he certainly wasn't the menace everyone else made him out to be. A titanic floating island made out of the greenest grass and the cleanest brown was his home of choosing.

And in the center, there was god's house, House of One. A nonsensical black pyramid with a diamond edge that changed sizes everytime somebody took it's eyes off it.

"Something has arrived." God had said. The Holy One's voice echoing throughout his palace. All the Angels, which was a very, very little in numbers due to the ongoing Astral War, inside the House of One had now dropped whatever tasks they did and now the only thing in their mind was listening to their maker's request.

God had felt it, a slash upon the Dimensional Curtain's veil. It went unspoken just how much this was a mind-bogglingly rare occurrence. This was only the second time that it happened.

We don't speak about the first one.

Something had came through that slash. Something had been sent through that hole. Something of a higher power was behind this. The only positive here was that one only came out of that blasted patch of dead space.

Now, he wasn't one to let problems manifest and fester, digging it's roots so that it will never go out without taking something precious back into the void. He would have had taken care of it himself. To enact judgement on whoever or whatever had landed on Osth.

Unfortunately for him, and all the other do-gooders in the world, there was nothing they could do. Osth now had some sort of static that blocked any interference of trying to even make out details of Psth itself, his agents were missing, his communication with them too, his future sight now as blurry as the first photo ever taken, traveling to Osth through non-physical means were the same as trying to navigate a maze with no exits.

And the Astral War was still happening.

It looked like the Higher Power was smart, smarter than those two ROBs at least. The static wasn't the presence's doing. At least that was what he thought so. He needed to act fast. He mustered his divinity, flowing through his holy form like he had just injected whole liters of electrolytes into his veins. "Ophanim. Your presence is acquired. Quickly, we don't have much time."

"Yes, my Lord. What is it that you need?" It was as he commanded, Ophanim kneeled in front of him. Well, he kneeled in a way only sentient golden flaming rings of gold could do. He nodded and now thought what he would do about the hollow presence, and the static surrounding Osth.

"Ophanim. I need you to go to the moon. And bring me whoever or whatever is causing this blur."

There was a cube in the moon. In which side?

An easy answer.

It was located somewhere in the Far Side of the Moon, Lunocide. It was made of metals dyed with a blue hue. Millions of glowing azure streaks ran up, down, left and right.

It was a gigantic structure. It was a city, the size of a continent contained in a cube that was 400 kilometers by 400 kilometers by 400 kilometers in size.

Everything inside of that taboo of creation and civilization was purposed towards money-making, money-spending and money-gambling. Yes, it was a super-casino that was the size of a country. And the leader of this entire operation of sin was the King of Bluebox.

Yep, his name was actually an epithet. Nobody really knew if he was truthfully named King of Bluebox.

"Hm. Yes... This is what life is..." He laid on his gigantic bed, free from discomforting feelings.

He laid there with a lot of women. They were all from around the world. Rare. Common. Goddesses. He was living life to it's fullest in terms of pleasure.

They were all asleep. Tired from their altercation just a second ago. "Hm... What's that?" His senses went wild. There was something in his moon not native to here that was messing up all things from the bottom-down to the top-up.

"Hm..." He meditated, going through hoops and loops to find whatever solution to whatever the hell was bothering him. He found nothing. And that was it.

"Well, I guess that's just it huh. Oh, it's time for business at the city. Tch, I wished I had another hour." He then went back to his usual machinations without batting an eye. He had all the essentials he needed here anyways.

It wasn't the biggest. It wasn't the most advanced. It didn't have the most people in it. All that mattered to this country with only a capital for it's territory and it's inhabitants were the fact that they were ridiculously stronger than their threats and remained hidden towards the outside world.

This hybrid of a japanese village, the size of a modern day city was named Tsuki No Mura by it's God Empress. The God Empress of the Tsuki No Mura was none other than Kaguya.

And in the meantime, the only group or clan if you would like to call them that we will be focusing on today was the Yume Clan, founded by Kaguya herself and appointed the two leaders of the Yumes. They were Cresselia and Luna.

"Sister! Sister! Did you feel that? Our sights now blurry and whatever came with that curtain seems to be strong!" She entered the temple shrine, saying each word in a hurried fashion. Her older sister only nodded, opening both eyes when her prayers to Kaguya were done.

"Worry not. Little Sister. All will be taken care of." She patted her junior's head, steeling herself from whatever foe awaited for them. It was bad enough dealing with both Kaguya absent and the Blues getting more confident by the day.

"Are you sure? This is intoxicating. It is almost as strong as the last time another one of these scents were detected..." She twirled her the both of her fingers together. It was by no means an easy task dealing with an unknown threat. Let alone a strong one. They both knew that to the bottom of their hearts...

Because nothing can heal the effects of what happened to dear old Luna...

Not even Kaguya herself.

"You wait here. I will deal with it myself." Her little sister almost blubbered the words out of her mouth. She regained her footing, even though she didn't have one, and then spoke.

"But, Sister?! We don't know how much this presence is holding back. The last time a presence similar to this was spotted. It was the Profaned. And what about defending this city? We can't handle the defenses of this kingdom if you're gone." Her little sister counted each and every worry she had. Fortunately, her older living legend was prepared for this, a rebuttal was due.

"I know. I know... You just forgot one little puzzle piece..." It was a burning sensation. As if an explosion spawned on top of her, her energy spiraled out and into the sky.

Her little sister was almost sent flying away with such show of might. "I am the Headmistress of this clan, the Yume, chosen by our Goddess, Kaguya. And I am not the only one who is still alive that has the power to match my caliber..."

"Bu-But... What about the others that also sensed it? Won't they be coming to check it out also?" Her older sister stuck her tongue out of her mouth, dragging one eyelid down with her spiky fingers.

"Then I guess they just have to deal with it. And that's another point in my favor. People will be too distracted from discovering our existence and invading us." Her years without Luna and Kaguya did not do good on her state of mind.

'She really had lost her mind...' Her sister realized just now that was the case. She hoped for the best. May the Goddess be with us for this up-and-coming trying times.

"You know that I can read minds, right? Did you forget what I did with powers like mine, my idiot sister?"

"Shoot."

To be continued.

Shaaa...

Shaa...

What was that?

Well, just to those who came here for OP, Naruto, Bleach. Please be patient. We're going slow-burn. Baby.