Chapter 2 of The purity of love, the cycle of Hate.
Written by Jesse Gelina (Zodiac)
The universe which I have made, has been a work in progress for four years. It's based upon a race known only as Entions. In this universe, everything is severed between Real, and Unreal. If either side crosses over to the other, they will achieve great power, and trancend. However, upon crossing over, it's impossible to return. This chapter is based on events that happened during the first cross over, from the unreal to the real. I hope to write a story on all this sometime, if I get the drive and inspiration to do so.
Hey, I wrote this chapter in about an hour, so don't flame me if it's subpar and such. Overall, I think it came out alright; I look forward to writing more chapters for this story.
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"What is this..." The hallowed words echoed clean, tarnished by a maelstrom of chaotic space. Eternally, a greenish tint spiralled through nothingness; incoherent images straining against a haze of lies. What little sanity that remained, what little focus that was left, what little sense this made, it all fell together, somehow. So bright were the lights, but something anchored the shadow. Through the darkest nightmare there was solace, to cleave the twilight , to purify the imperfections. Manifestations played their way through the shade, twilight still strong. Tall was the shadowed figure, resemblance to that of a monolith in the wake of a sunrise. It spoke, one could feel it speak, but no visual, no sound. Pain, above all else; Agony, breaking what was left. Willing to scream, but nothing was heard, nothing was even conceived. Primal panic shot forth, images racing away into the void, the haze enveloping all.
"This is not reality..."
Shattered eyes opened, a catastrophic roar shooting forward though the dimensional rift around. As if running, the being fled from his cocoon of chaos, consciousness swirling to and fro between reality. Zooming past, the rift was gone, the star filled heavens shooting past his body.
"This is... reality"
The words came, this time from the beings own mouth. Raising a hand, the being gazed upon it, perplexed as to why it was engulfed in a blue mist. Melting into shape before him, his eyes strained to make out what had arrived. He was standing at the foot of a staircase, made of polished stone, that raised upwards, but vanished into nothingness. Perfect rows of pillars stood adjacent of the staircase, gleaming from an otherworldly glow. Out of nowhere, a slur of voices, seemingly a choir, claimed the area. A single word could be heard upon the mass, "Vertez". Why did this sound familiar? Why did this beckon him to walk up the steps? Step after step, the being climbed, the stars around this paradox pulsating with each fevered step. The voices kept getting stronger, bolder, clearer, as a blinding light scorched his eyes. He raised an arm to stop the hostile ray. As the light dimmed down, the being opened his eyes, gazing at the platform which had just materialized. And it was there he stood, derelict in space for hours; he contemplated; An occasional wave of energy shooting through tattered body. Trying to remember, trying to catch a glimmer of what its past was, fragments came back one by one.
"Vertez... Remember" the voices continued calling out. Head shooting back, images scorched through his mind once more. The monolithic figure was above him once more, but it made more sense now.
"You are the first..." it spoke, its voice invoking pure terror. It held up its clawed hand. Then the pain returned, pain more terrible than death itself. Breathing heavily, the being was kneeling on the floor, pondering the images it just witnessed. But all that came was rage, pure rage.
"WHAT AM I!" He screamed into the heavens above, the stars dimming at the hostile advance. It was then that a flawless mirror formed itself out of nothing, hovering in front of him. Terror filled him, his crystalline eyes squinting for a better view. Looking back at him, was a withered creature, a bone structure clearly visible. Pure black eyes gazing into his own, long glowing strands of hair billowing endlessly. And the haze, a blue haze, it wrapped around every portion of this creatures body.
"This is not... REALITY!"
He yelled, swinging a clenched fist through the celestial mirror, blasts of blue energy burning through the heavens. Slamming another fist down into the stone below, it shattered under his behemoth strike, whips of energy trailing behind the fragments as they shot out towards infinity. The voices grew in intensity, screaming at him from every direction, but no hostile tone could be made out.
"SHOW ME REALITY!" Again he yelled out, hoping out of doubt for a reply... None came. Collapsing, he fell onto the invisible surface he was standing upon, the only thing to comfort him being the blue radiance of his haze as the parallax reality took him over once more, the cocoon closing once more upon him. Green haze filled every void, nothing made sense, nothing ever made sense. Fading voices left, one last word forever repeating in his consciousness, "Rebirth".
Written by Jesse Gelina (Zodiac)
The universe which I have made, has been a work in progress for four years. It's based upon a race known only as Entions. In this universe, everything is severed between Real, and Unreal. If either side crosses over to the other, they will achieve great power, and trancend. However, upon crossing over, it's impossible to return. This chapter is based on events that happened during the first cross over, from the unreal to the real. I hope to write a story on all this sometime, if I get the drive and inspiration to do so.
Hey, I wrote this chapter in about an hour, so don't flame me if it's subpar and such. Overall, I think it came out alright; I look forward to writing more chapters for this story.
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"What is this..." The hallowed words echoed clean, tarnished by a maelstrom of chaotic space. Eternally, a greenish tint spiralled through nothingness; incoherent images straining against a haze of lies. What little sanity that remained, what little focus that was left, what little sense this made, it all fell together, somehow. So bright were the lights, but something anchored the shadow. Through the darkest nightmare there was solace, to cleave the twilight , to purify the imperfections. Manifestations played their way through the shade, twilight still strong. Tall was the shadowed figure, resemblance to that of a monolith in the wake of a sunrise. It spoke, one could feel it speak, but no visual, no sound. Pain, above all else; Agony, breaking what was left. Willing to scream, but nothing was heard, nothing was even conceived. Primal panic shot forth, images racing away into the void, the haze enveloping all.
"This is not reality..."
Shattered eyes opened, a catastrophic roar shooting forward though the dimensional rift around. As if running, the being fled from his cocoon of chaos, consciousness swirling to and fro between reality. Zooming past, the rift was gone, the star filled heavens shooting past his body.
"This is... reality"
The words came, this time from the beings own mouth. Raising a hand, the being gazed upon it, perplexed as to why it was engulfed in a blue mist. Melting into shape before him, his eyes strained to make out what had arrived. He was standing at the foot of a staircase, made of polished stone, that raised upwards, but vanished into nothingness. Perfect rows of pillars stood adjacent of the staircase, gleaming from an otherworldly glow. Out of nowhere, a slur of voices, seemingly a choir, claimed the area. A single word could be heard upon the mass, "Vertez". Why did this sound familiar? Why did this beckon him to walk up the steps? Step after step, the being climbed, the stars around this paradox pulsating with each fevered step. The voices kept getting stronger, bolder, clearer, as a blinding light scorched his eyes. He raised an arm to stop the hostile ray. As the light dimmed down, the being opened his eyes, gazing at the platform which had just materialized. And it was there he stood, derelict in space for hours; he contemplated; An occasional wave of energy shooting through tattered body. Trying to remember, trying to catch a glimmer of what its past was, fragments came back one by one.
"Vertez... Remember" the voices continued calling out. Head shooting back, images scorched through his mind once more. The monolithic figure was above him once more, but it made more sense now.
"You are the first..." it spoke, its voice invoking pure terror. It held up its clawed hand. Then the pain returned, pain more terrible than death itself. Breathing heavily, the being was kneeling on the floor, pondering the images it just witnessed. But all that came was rage, pure rage.
"WHAT AM I!" He screamed into the heavens above, the stars dimming at the hostile advance. It was then that a flawless mirror formed itself out of nothing, hovering in front of him. Terror filled him, his crystalline eyes squinting for a better view. Looking back at him, was a withered creature, a bone structure clearly visible. Pure black eyes gazing into his own, long glowing strands of hair billowing endlessly. And the haze, a blue haze, it wrapped around every portion of this creatures body.
"This is not... REALITY!"
He yelled, swinging a clenched fist through the celestial mirror, blasts of blue energy burning through the heavens. Slamming another fist down into the stone below, it shattered under his behemoth strike, whips of energy trailing behind the fragments as they shot out towards infinity. The voices grew in intensity, screaming at him from every direction, but no hostile tone could be made out.
"SHOW ME REALITY!" Again he yelled out, hoping out of doubt for a reply... None came. Collapsing, he fell onto the invisible surface he was standing upon, the only thing to comfort him being the blue radiance of his haze as the parallax reality took him over once more, the cocoon closing once more upon him. Green haze filled every void, nothing made sense, nothing ever made sense. Fading voices left, one last word forever repeating in his consciousness, "Rebirth".