Chosen 4: Shadow Games
A 19th Angel Production
Disclaimer: See previous chapters for more detail, no one ever reads these anyway, *SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE START! "I am Gendo Ikari, do as I say!" SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE END!* I mean people, come on! Its for legal purposes and subliminal suggestions that can only be noticed by less than 10% of the world population...
Author notes: Keep the reviews coming in people, the 10th reviewer gets this book featuring photos of Misato Katsuragi in sexually explicit positions! * Federal Agents burst through windows, handcuffing the author...* Hey, hey, hey I bruise easily! I have Ms Katsuragi's permission for this! Honest!
Chosen 4: Shadow Games
Interlude: Breaching the barriers
The Warp. The Sea of Souls. The domain of Chaos.
Look, I know you want to get back to Ramna and Yugi and you're wondering why we're here instead, but this is important.
Many entities called this nightmare reality home, the Chaos Gods being the most major of them, but beneath the Chaos Gods are infinite ranks of daemon and warp entity, these ranks are not fixed, so a powerful being one day could be the most lowly maggot the next. We now focus on one of these. The thing thought of glory. It was surrounded by a million, billion of its kind, frothing and fizzing like spawning fish, running together in the Warp, running claws of nothingness against reality, any reality, with scant hope of ever breaching the barrier between realities and the Warp. In this place of madness, a memory was difficult to hold. Thoughts were unfocused, uncontrollable things, impossible to grasp and concentrate on unless the gods wished it so. Nonetheless, the thing raced along the warp with it's fellows and remembered, or perhaps dreamed- of the time when it had possessed a boy, what was the name again, Marvin? Marvik? Ah, Marik! That was the name! That was the time when the thing stood on the brink of claiming a world for its masters by the use of what the masters were doing now! The things it had done! The boy's father! A young (and, admittedly, buxom) maid! Some ancient rulers friend! It had stood on the brink of supreme power! But then it was cast down and defeated by this whelp of an ancient ruler. It desired physicality once more! One more chance! To do, and beat what the daemon Geor'Bushunndo and the twin daemon of Wolfram'Hartinla had done and were doing! Someone, somewhere was listening, perhaps the Chaos Gods, although their senses of gift giving were not well developed at the best of times. Perhaps Fate itself. It didn't really matter to the thing, who slipped through a temporary breach in the wall of reality. It emerged in a room coated with blood. The room was dark and the doors were sealed, but it didn't matter to the thing, which didn't need light to see and could walk through walls. It floated through solid wall into a clear blue sky, looking for a host to sustain it. Why did those thoughts enter it's head? Maybe it had something to do with the mass thought of most of the bottom rung of Warp entities gifted to them by the gods beforehand. The one of an easier wall to breach before breaching through that to reality.
Shadow Realm...
A 19th Angel Production
Disclaimer: See previous chapters for more detail, no one ever reads these anyway, *SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE START! "I am Gendo Ikari, do as I say!" SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE END!* I mean people, come on! Its for legal purposes and subliminal suggestions that can only be noticed by less than 10% of the world population...
Author notes: Keep the reviews coming in people, the 10th reviewer gets this book featuring photos of Misato Katsuragi in sexually explicit positions! * Federal Agents burst through windows, handcuffing the author...* Hey, hey, hey I bruise easily! I have Ms Katsuragi's permission for this! Honest!
Chosen 4: Shadow Games
Interlude: Breaching the barriers
The Warp. The Sea of Souls. The domain of Chaos.
Look, I know you want to get back to Ramna and Yugi and you're wondering why we're here instead, but this is important.
Many entities called this nightmare reality home, the Chaos Gods being the most major of them, but beneath the Chaos Gods are infinite ranks of daemon and warp entity, these ranks are not fixed, so a powerful being one day could be the most lowly maggot the next. We now focus on one of these. The thing thought of glory. It was surrounded by a million, billion of its kind, frothing and fizzing like spawning fish, running together in the Warp, running claws of nothingness against reality, any reality, with scant hope of ever breaching the barrier between realities and the Warp. In this place of madness, a memory was difficult to hold. Thoughts were unfocused, uncontrollable things, impossible to grasp and concentrate on unless the gods wished it so. Nonetheless, the thing raced along the warp with it's fellows and remembered, or perhaps dreamed- of the time when it had possessed a boy, what was the name again, Marvin? Marvik? Ah, Marik! That was the name! That was the time when the thing stood on the brink of claiming a world for its masters by the use of what the masters were doing now! The things it had done! The boy's father! A young (and, admittedly, buxom) maid! Some ancient rulers friend! It had stood on the brink of supreme power! But then it was cast down and defeated by this whelp of an ancient ruler. It desired physicality once more! One more chance! To do, and beat what the daemon Geor'Bushunndo and the twin daemon of Wolfram'Hartinla had done and were doing! Someone, somewhere was listening, perhaps the Chaos Gods, although their senses of gift giving were not well developed at the best of times. Perhaps Fate itself. It didn't really matter to the thing, who slipped through a temporary breach in the wall of reality. It emerged in a room coated with blood. The room was dark and the doors were sealed, but it didn't matter to the thing, which didn't need light to see and could walk through walls. It floated through solid wall into a clear blue sky, looking for a host to sustain it. Why did those thoughts enter it's head? Maybe it had something to do with the mass thought of most of the bottom rung of Warp entities gifted to them by the gods beforehand. The one of an easier wall to breach before breaching through that to reality.
Shadow Realm...