An Immortal Injustice

[Cirrial]

Upon hearing an eerily familiar voice, Tachyon feels a slight pang of dread. He also feels an unrelated boost of power, and looks at the sky in a pleased manner. His fused mouth forms a smile, or at least the impression of one.

The long, invisible, barely existent, completely undetectable tendrils of the source of his power writhe through reality as they stream through the tear in the sky. His disembodied stare flies through the air, before he realises the voice's source appears to be directly behind him. The tendrils fly to the image-form of Paranesia. The tendrils should not exist.

There are far too many of them, and they trigger no senses, yet the very reality around them feels fundamentally flawed or corrupted. Without force or sensation or any sort of interaction that could be witnessed, observed, or even understood, they are somehow there, in places that are not places, in times that never were and never will be and never are.

Tachyon suddenly grasps at his chest and arms, falls to the floor and shouts incoherently, trying to scream as his voice dies away into a pathetic and muffled protest. "No. No. No no no no no no not like this not like this. Eyes, not prophet. EYES, NOT PROPHET."

He goes abruptly silent, stands, and turns to face Paranesia, his optical cylinders appearing to slowly melt off of his face. He stares at Paranesia, head pointed to the ground, arms dangling uselessly to his sides, looking like a puppet on strings.

A voice emerges from him, but it is not entirely clear whose voice it is. It is a slow and painful voice, juddering, mind-twistingly invasive and impossible to ignore. It is a roaring din and a barely heard whisper. It is a hoarse cry of pain and a sigh of sadistic delight. It is like metal scraping against metal, the worst pitches of the range of hearing, a total sonic abberation that could send even the strongest-willed mortal insane from a mere syllable.

= Paranesia. Do not lie to an Agent. Do you know what we are? I know I do now. All these years I have been blind, all these many centuries! Hahaha! Do you know what we know, Paranesia? Do you know what I know? =

The optical cylinders fall out of his head, leaving empty eye sockets, wires flailing at the edges, and a dark hollow nothingness in each socket. A hollow void that goes on forever. Windows or perhaps even passages to absolute oblivion.


= I know everything, Paranesia! Everything! HahahaHAHA!=

His jaw splits open, revealing sharp, metal, jagged teeth. Needle-pointed teeth that are longer than is perhaps possible for his jaw size. He wrenches his head back and laughs. Laughs and laughs and laughs.

[LordPsycho]

"And who's battle is it, Dear Para? Surely not yours. Or have you so truly forgotten the true master of this realm."

The voice was cold, full of mallice, but it was twinged with something beyond amusement, beyond sanity itself.

Lightning struck nearby, and out of the smoke walked Au'Marui, wielding the mythical Sanity blade over his shoulder, a wicked grin across his face.

"It has been a long time, but don't look so surprised. Surely you knew at some point I'd have to return to exact my revenge!"

[Shaon]

((FFFFFF YOU TWO))

Paranesia could feel it. She could feel the tendrils that brought her last meeting with Tachyon to an end. She could feel his mind crush under their power.

The rift was a lot more powerful than she was expecting. The Order of Things is becoming more rigid.

It was too late to back down.

~Tachyon. Leave before you-~

"And who's battle is it, Dear Para? Surely not yours. Or have you so truly forgotten the true master of this realm?"

Damn it all!

Lightning struck. Immediately, the mist around her keletian form twisted into a the shape of a fox, snarling at the new figure, matching the malice in his voice with ease.

~It is a battle between the gods. An Agent need not be present.~

[Zerrer]

Zerrer was unperturbed.
"Hrm. It was an illusion. That means there is a very powerful illusionist. But my magic sense can't be overwhelmed. . . At least by mortals."

He looked down to the ground. Everything seemed drearier, like a 'mortal' version of the immortal realm. Some sort of fake world? He gasped as he saw a flash of bright blue eyes. The same color as Toria's eyes. Upon investigation, he saw that they were his eyes in a reflection. He pulled the Rainment ((His runic mantle thing that he recently made)) around himself like a cloak, thinking.

~Her power. It must have gone to me. All of the Dragonborn power must have gone to me. They've all been dead for years. I could have broken free if I knew I had their powers. Poor me~

"I call upon the blue." He said, attempting to use Toria's scrying powers. ((Seeing a place from a distance. In Toria's case, it can be used between worlds.)) He gave a gasp when he clearly saw his own cell. He coughed, and tried again.

"I call upon the blue to see the master of the tear in Blackstar's skies."."

((I should mention that with the powers of all the Dragonborn, he has the strength of either a lesser demigod or a greater spirit. I'm quite sure that whoever is responsible for the crack would be able to sense his scrying. Please say whether it works or not. I'm trying not to powerplay.))

[Cirrial]

Tachyon screams out with his hollow, cruel laughter, howling into the skies in broken pain and twisted amusement.

= Against the Presence, the gods are as toys! Nothing! The Presence is to the gods as the gods are to the living! You do not know what an Agent is, Paranesia. =

The laughter stops, and the black eye sockets of Tachyon begin to glimmer with pinpoints of light, like stars in the night sky.

= An Agent is the will of the Presence. THE PRESENCE DOES NOT CARE FOR YOUR EXISTENCE. You cannot know what the Presence is. You cannot fathom its mind, Paranesia. Paranesia-Paranesia-Para-para-nesia nesia PARA NESIA. =

With the sound of more than a few metallic bones cracking, accompanied with a few metallic wires falling to the ground, Tachyon's head moves in a distinctly unnatural and unnerving manner towards Au'Marui. His broken metal jaw shines in the light of the golden rift so far above.

The tendrils hovering around Paranesia crumble away into void, reality around them rushing in in an attempt to repair itself of a fundamental existential violation. They arise elsewhere, in an unseen, writhing, horrific arc between Tachyon and Au'Marui, reality peeling unnoticeably at fractal seams.

The arc is nothing detectable, nothing painful, nothing but a feeling of subtle wrongness, as a presence entirely alien splays its innumerable fibres. Its sole purpose is to channel the broken, terrible voice of what was once Tachyon into the consciousness of Au'Marui. Tachyon's barely functional mind concludes that this figure is important and telling the truth about realm mastery.

= Cease your contention destruction cease and and destruction ours we consume. We will take this universe. It is demanded. =

[Swix]

"See, what'd I tell you" Lykaios said, watching Zerrer fly off into the tear in the sky with a look of something distinctly unpleasant in his glowing yellow eyes. Greed? Jealousy? Whatever it was, the white wolf let it linger there for as long as he could see Zerrers form flying off "He's just gone and left you all. So, any idea how long we're going to be waiting for here?"

Lykaios couldn't afford to let this realm fall apart, not yet, not if he could help it. Sure the Wolves Realm he regularly visited had it's appeal (no gods to mess things up, for a start), but the one he sought only ever showed up here. If it went, she'd probably go too.

[Zerrer]

"What is that?!" Zerrer said. He could see some sort of arc of energy, and a blurry fox. That was it though. He redoubled his efforts, and followed the arc of energy. Then he saw the sword.

"It's him. He's back." Zerrer grinned. He switched the positions of a few runes on his Rainment. "Time to kill the Dau'Pay."

He stood straight up, and then released his hold on Blue's magic.

"I call upon the Black!" He started channeling the energies of his half-sister, Sicas; He was opening a portal to the Tachyon and DP. He didn't even notice that Paranesia was there.

((I will mention the Dragonborn abilities here.
Blue: Scrying, Seeing the future
Black: Opening portals, Influencing 'ties' such as rope, chain, ethereal connections
Red: Utilizing anger as a fuel source, Control of spilled blood.
Bronze: Control of rock and metal.
Green: Communication with Nature, Magic singing.
White: Modification of Magic, Conjuration of Crystals. Zerrer no longer has any strength with the White, since he used it in the rampage.))

[Cirrial]

(( Random post out of nowhere because I like this thread too much! ...>_> ))

Something ripples. On a scale that would make atoms clumsy, gargantuan structures, something ripples, writhes, twists, wriggles violently. In a jagged, sharp line from the tear of the sky to Tachyon's body, and growing slowly outwards, reality is displaced by this something.

The arc of otherness jerks violently away from Au'Marui as Zerrer's portal opens. Tachyon staggers backwards, and laughs shrilly, in a pitch he'd never produced before. Around him, unseen fibres part reality, shockwaves of alien sensation.

The previously unknown, impossible to sense field around him grows more malevolent. The subtle wrongness becomes a sphere of drastic change. The air flickers as molecules are forced into new configurations, while remaining exactly the same. It is change, yet there is no change. It is motion in stillness. It is a complete reworking of the universe in a small sphere, barely enough to cover Tachyon, a mere droplet in the ocean of the universe.

His jagged metal teeth slowly shrink until it is possible for him to close his mouth at all, and the void in his eyes bleeds away, inky darkness flowing to the floor, ephemeral wisps of black dying away into nothingness. The pinpoint lights in his eyes grow and grow, before his eyes become as two shining, rippling surfaces of white light.

His blue fur falls out completely, exposing him to be nothing more than a figure made of thousands of wires, twisted together. His exposed wires merge, melting together, and fade to black. He stands as a silhouette of his former body, a hole in the universe, stars and planets now visible as tiny points within his body, while the light of his eyes cycles through every colour of the visible spectrum.

A thousand years ago, he had thought of this message, the message he now feels compelled, by every fibre of his being, to share. It had suddenly appeared in his head, and troubled him greatly at the time. He had tried to stop this. Tried everything. Now, his thoughts are filled with incoherent, unstoppable laughter.

Tachyon's mouth now moves as he speaks once more, while the words ripple through the continuum. The words touch all those capable of thought. It is not normal mindspeech, but the echoes of a fundamental change in reality. A voice impossible to ignore, overbearing, displacing consciousness. Directly around him, only the gods and those of unimaginable power would simply receive a message. Mortal creatures in the nearby grass die as their minds are wiped clean by the pulse of Tachyon's words. Plants die as the pulse of alien reality partially rearranges their component molecules. Tachyon himself writhes violently in pain as he speaks words that he no longer understands.

=Being! I am the Prophet, once the Eyes, of my universe. This is not my universe. My universe now dies, as the End arises from his slumber of countless millennia to end its existence. I am the emissary of the Presence Immaterial, which flows through your reality as you feel these words. When this universe falls, the Presence shall take it and imbue it with new life. It will revive that which has fallen. This is not our battle. We will return when it is.=

Instantly, he collapses back into hysterical, insane laughter, floating in the sky, a hole in space and time, as he knows everything that ever was, ever is, ever will be, yet cannot grasp the meaning or significance.

Surely this is a mistake? Mere seconds ago, he had acted for the Presence's greater benefit, and now he felt compelled to leave. For the briefest of seconds, for an instant of lucidity, he believes the Presence is intending to retreat. Before he can guess why, his mind falls back into chaos, and his twisted laughter dies into a quiet mumble.

Tachyon finds himself unravelling into fibres, that drift slowly up to the tear as if being pulled by something on the other side of the rift. The invisible tendrils of alternate realities sluggishly follow, the relative-normality of Blackstar surging in to fill the gaps left by the alien intruder.

(( If this becomes active again, I'm bringing back Goldie and Tenuka from the start of the thread. I think it's a little too early for Tachyon, in his present state, to be involved just yet, and FAR too early to bring reality-eating universal horrors into everything yet. >_> ))

(( EDIT: whoops haha didn't mean to press delete there ))

[Zerrer]

Zerrer stepped through the portal, just to hear Tachyon's message; The message that almost mentally broke him- again.

=Being! I am the Prophet, once the Eyes, of my universe. This is not my universe. My universe now dies, as the End arises from his slumber of countless millennia to end its existence. I am the emissary of the Presence Immaterial, which flows through your reality as you feel these words. When this universe falls, the Presence shall take it and imbue it with new life. It will revive that which has fallen. This is not our battle. We will return when it is.=

He knelt to the ground, his mind reeling with the voice. He lapsed into unconsciousness for a moment, then shook his head. He stood up straight, drawing the Raiment around himself.

"You. Au'Marui." He said to the one holding the Sanity Blade. "I will absorb y-" He started. Then he noticed Paranesia.

Zerrer paled. His hands started trembling. His eyes widened and he took a step back. ~What is that? What can cause this kind of reaction? Why am I afraid? Why am I angry?~ Zerrer's mind was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by something greater and stronger then him. Something that had dwelled in the Dragonborn line for millennia. Something had awakened.

"Paranesia. We meet again." Not-Zerrer crooned, his shape morphing as he spoke.

((Yay! Now I get to explain how Zerrer is so powerful!!))