Primality
Aascar'ri, The mad god stirred, and the earth around him cracked. Entombed in a mountain of rock, a strange feeling of confusion crossed his thoughts. How could this be, he thought? This world is dead. This system is locked. An image of the accretion disc, tidally locked in an eternal dance around the supermassive maw of a veritable monster, formed in his thoughts. A black hole is one of the very few ways known to be able to destroy an Eternal. There should be no way for this kind of geology to occur; his thoughts continued. The trapped deity flexed the long asleep muscles of this fleshy form imposed upon him by his own, by his family.
“You brought this upon us.” a female voice entered his thoughts, “Do you remember?’ the voice asked, venomous anger dripping from the inquiry. The body of the god strained as he continued to exert his musculature. The stone cracked in a million directions, and the agency found it could now move a little.
“Of course, we remember you bitch.”, came a third voice. “Now shut up, we need to concentrate.” The body’s eyes closed for the first time in who knows how long and immediately shot back open as the surge of power that should not have been available erupted with volcanic force, blasting the mile of rock above him into orbit. The god gave up a slight cough as the chalky dust of the stone settled to earth. He braced for what he knew was to come.
It hit his thoughts like a tidal wave. A cacophony of now fully awake personalities exploded with questions at the mad god’s mind. Pain shot through the body as the limiting biological brain threatened to push out of its skull. Excruciating pain ripped through his body in waves. He grabbed his head in his hands, staggered for a time before his body crumpled, and he fell to his knees in agony. The immortal took a deep breath and screamed. The sound crashed into the walls of the crater, and more stone exploded. His body flared in brilliant white flashes as he became bathed in shards of black glass. They slashed deep wounds but for only the briefest of moments as the god’s power shifted from shock to full awareness. The voices, now silent, sent soothing waves of calm to the body and the world unfolded before the power of a god’s battery of sensory abilities. There is a breathable atmosphere here, he mused. Turning his attention to the air around him, the god now pierced the veil of the microverse. With blinding intensity of a million stars, a white light flashed from his eyes, and his vision quickly discerned of its component nature. A puzzled expression began to cross his face. This manifest indignity, he immediately replaced with a sneer registering disdain for a mortal’s emotional response .“This condition shouldn’t be possible,” he verbalized. In an attempt to account for this violation of natural law, the body’s brain began to throb while attempting to keep up with the god’s mind as it flashed through a million possible scenarios all at once. He turned his power on the stone around him. It was ancient, millions of years old. The white limestone he examined, was interspersed with black seams of shocked, crystalline metal. He frowned, turned his mind and power to the rust-colored sky, and the frown deepened. There should be no sky. He focused his influence beyond the warping effect of an exceptionally dense atmosphere and examined the few stars visible. Several were no longer hanging in the heavens, and those that remained were no longer recognizable from their position. He focused his thoughts toward a closed off part of his mind and concentrated. The body froze in place as its mind dove deep into itself.
A swirl of plasmatic fire erupted into his fractured reality, engulfing everything in blinding light. Searching the hellish vista, a speck of red flashed beyond a blazing wall of tornadic flame. With a slight shift of thought, the god mind shifted its position in space, and the red door now stood before his thoughts. The barrier began to glow, transitioning from red to orange, then to yellow and finally white, from which emerged a female form. She glided forward on the soothing gust of a cool breeze, which extinguished the plasma that still engulfed the god mind’s body. The woman’s form drifted right up to him, stared her eyes deep into his mind’s eye, and smiled.
“I was wondering how long it would take you.”, the woman said, “It really must be a trying time for you.”, she cocked her head as if the statement had a response she didn’t already know. She turned her back to him and began to stride back through the portal. Her naked form became engulfed in a swirl of tiny particles of matter. They coalesce around her into a glistening white and blue frock that wrapped her in shimmering light. “It must be terrible being cut off from one’s omniscience. A lot like being cut off from the physical world, trapped behind a wall of insanity, perhaps?” She stopped her progress with that and glanced over her shoulder at him batting her lashes at him in tempting sultriness. Her glinting white smile broke as the effect of her charm failed, as she knew it would. Again, she stared deep into his mind’s eye, trying to find anything resembling empathy. She turned back and stepped forward again. The gown of silky light clinging to her shapely form, flowed like water as she raised her hand and beckoned him to come through the doorway. She smirked, for she knew he would not. She turned back to him, gracefully placing her hands on her hips, she grinned at him knowing he could not. “I have something you want,” she tapped her foot at him. “You have something I crave.”, she cried, and her grin vanished, and pained grief crossed her flawless face. A tear formed in the corner of her eye, and after a moment, it flowed, disappearing into the plasmatic flames that licked her bare feet. Nothing, now the sadness that etched her visage was real, and she bowed her head in defeat.
He closed his eyes, and a light began to fill her. She closed her own eyes, and the illumination started to focus as a sensory explosion permeated her entire being. As the shock subsided, she dared to open her eyes. The world beyond the imprisoning flesh bowed before her gaze like a drawn curtain, pulled open with dawns light. A cool breeze danced across her new body, and the ancient response of brisling fine hairs standing on end sent a wave of ecstasy reverberating through the flesh. She released an audible gasp of pleasure. She turned her eyes to the sky and smiled as the warmth of ancient starlight bathed her. Glancing across the heavens, it took only a moment to discover what it was she had come to learn. For a long while, she stood and stared into space, not wanting to lose the wonderous sight to a single blink. Her eyes burned as grit and dust encrusted her tears and grew in intensity with every passing moment. Finally, the pain overcame her considerable will, and she closed her eyes again. A gasp squeezed from her lungs as her thoughts, snatched away from the material world, blurred. The woman plunged headlong back into the fires of eternity. Again, she opened her eyes, and she frowned as the brilliant white glow of her plasmatic existence reasserted itself. Her eyes turned back to the god mind’s body, and she cracked a half-smile with pain and envy etched into her face. “Thank you.”, she said, wincing at the words as they came to mind. He stared back, blank, expressionless, and waiting. A few moments passed as her mind darted back and forth, trying to come up with a way out. Finally, she shrugged his direction, abandoning the hope that never was. “One hundred and twenty million cycles of this world have passed,” she spoke, and with those words, the red door slammed shut once again. She stood in that spot for a time, staring at the barrier. “One hundred and twenty million years.”, she announced to no one as she dissolved her form back into the fires of this hell that entombed her. The mad god turned his gaze back to the walls of the crater. His eyes glowed different shades of color as they traversed the spectrum of light reflected from its surface. “So frustrating.” came another voice, mildly masculine in resonance, vile, and sarcastically condescending in tone. To this, the body’s face sneered only for the briefest of moments. There was genuine hostility present in the body’s motions, which increased his distaste for this aspect of his being, and he felt the loss of control building. Only Dorrok had this power over the Overorder, the actual mind of the Eternal and core of the god’s being. “So sad, this limited brain of ours.” The body now grew tense and began to quiver, becoming ever more rigid. The quiver became a shake, then a spasm. His vast array of senses reached out across the landscape. He could feel every pebble, every crack of the terrain, every breath of breeze. He could hear every crackle of lightning far off to the southwest, and a whirling vortex of wind churning across the landscape to the north. His eyes peered deep into the atoms of the crater wall, no longer flashing through the EMS but rather blasting the very limits of the body’s puny brain.
Pain erupted through every molecule of the mortal form as stress and exertion threatened to rip the very bonds that held his skull together. Blood ran from his eyes, nose, and ears. The tremors had become so violent, they threatened to break bones and rend loose joints, and his clenched teeth risked shattering under pressure. “Let go.” Came the voice, soft, soothing to his tortured mind. His eyes rolled back into his head; his body went limp supported only by will. He seemed to float in the air as if gravity ceased to be. “Yes, be calm. Be at peace.”
His world Exploded. His very mind wrapped in a plasmatic fire so bright all became a white sea of nothingness and the pain, exquisite. There comes the point when torturous agony gives way to orgasmic ecstasy. As one’s pain receptors shut down and the flow of brain chemistry rushes through every inch of a body, sparing it the trauma of excruciating death. He could feel the tentacle-like filaments of Dorrok’s will caressing his blazing flesh. It penetrated, and every nerve ending it touched sent shivers of rapture coursing in waves of pure pleasure. So, lost in this ecstasy was his mind; it came as a shock when he felt his thoughts ripping away from the physical world. Focus returned to his mind’s eye, just as the extreme white of his world became interrupted by a patch of black careening towards him. This arch of blackness seemed to reach out and grab his very being, pulling him ever faster into oblivion. The gate slammed shut behind him. Mind-numbing cold met his ravaged and screaming senses. The plasmatic existence that he knew only moments before became replaced by the chilling touch of the vacuum of space. Another moment brought a stiffening that induced a panic. Another brought complete paralysis of all but thought, and with the passing of another moment, even that ceased. A universe of black engulfed what bit of consciousness remained, and the last single thought this broken psyche could muster, spilled forth into the void...” Tartarus.” A distant, soothing, yet irritated voice entered his final glimmer of existence as if born on a warm summer breeze. “Hmm, this is going to take a while.” The body’s head threw back with flesh-ripping force. Its eyes flashed open, and its mouth stretched to an inhuman gape. Blood red energy erupted from both, and the body blasted red light through the darkness of the starless night. This light continued to build until the very air began to boil into a soup of elementary particles; that fused onto the body, hardening into a black shell like a cocoon enwrapping a transforming entity. Within a few moments, all was silent. The remaining particles of mater settled to the earth, coating it in a scab of crystalline metal like the healing of a large wound to the world. Seconds gave way to minutes, to hours, and days. Constant through this time was a spec of red light that glowed from beneath the ebonite skin. The radiance pierced the darkness of the sun-less world through cracks like lava through the shattered shell of a recent eruption. The light pulsed as if each was a breath, and with each breath, the glow grew ever so slightly brighter. Weeks turned into months and years. The light-emitting from the Ebonite encrusted body glowed with the blinding intensity of a blazing star, and then, it was gone. The world plunged into blackness. At first, the trembling shook loose a few grains of dust, followed by a steady increasing tremor. Soon the whole crater began to shake. First rocks followed by boulders began to careen down the steep walls of the devastated landscape, pummeling the metallic skin of the immortal. They smashed with the force of a meteor and shattered into millions of bits of debris. Faster and faster, they came. Barreling in like thunder crashing over and over, they began to scream in on streams of hellfire. The air filled with dust and smoke. A dome of molten rock and metal vapor shroud the area for hundreds of miles around in a cloud of toxic gas, and then the very air erupted into flame so fast did the bombardment rain. The vault of gases exploded with the force of a mountain crashing through the atmosphere and cracking the world. So violent was the blast, molten earth would rain to the ground for years to come. Through the world rending volcano-like hell the assault wrought, the slightest sound of a crack was head reverberated through existence as what should never have been possible suddenly occurred.
“Of course, we remember you bitch.”, came a third voice. “Now shut up, we need to concentrate.” The body’s eyes closed for the first time in who knows how long and immediately shot back open as the surge of power that should not have been available erupted with volcanic force, blasting the mile of rock above him into orbit. The god gave up a slight cough as the chalky dust of the stone settled to earth. He braced for what he knew was to come.
It hit his thoughts like a tidal wave. A cacophony of now fully awake personalities exploded with questions at the mad god’s mind. Pain shot through the body as the limiting biological brain threatened to push out of its skull. Excruciating pain ripped through his body in waves. He grabbed his head in his hands, staggered for a time before his body crumpled, and he fell to his knees in agony. The immortal took a deep breath and screamed. The sound crashed into the walls of the crater, and more stone exploded. His body flared in brilliant white flashes as he became bathed in shards of black glass. They slashed deep wounds but for only the briefest of moments as the god’s power shifted from shock to full awareness. The voices, now silent, sent soothing waves of calm to the body and the world unfolded before the power of a god’s battery of sensory abilities. There is a breathable atmosphere here, he mused. Turning his attention to the air around him, the god now pierced the veil of the microverse. With blinding intensity of a million stars, a white light flashed from his eyes, and his vision quickly discerned of its component nature. A puzzled expression began to cross his face. This manifest indignity, he immediately replaced with a sneer registering disdain for a mortal’s emotional response .“This condition shouldn’t be possible,” he verbalized. In an attempt to account for this violation of natural law, the body’s brain began to throb while attempting to keep up with the god’s mind as it flashed through a million possible scenarios all at once. He turned his power on the stone around him. It was ancient, millions of years old. The white limestone he examined, was interspersed with black seams of shocked, crystalline metal. He frowned, turned his mind and power to the rust-colored sky, and the frown deepened. There should be no sky. He focused his influence beyond the warping effect of an exceptionally dense atmosphere and examined the few stars visible. Several were no longer hanging in the heavens, and those that remained were no longer recognizable from their position. He focused his thoughts toward a closed off part of his mind and concentrated. The body froze in place as its mind dove deep into itself.
A swirl of plasmatic fire erupted into his fractured reality, engulfing everything in blinding light. Searching the hellish vista, a speck of red flashed beyond a blazing wall of tornadic flame. With a slight shift of thought, the god mind shifted its position in space, and the red door now stood before his thoughts. The barrier began to glow, transitioning from red to orange, then to yellow and finally white, from which emerged a female form. She glided forward on the soothing gust of a cool breeze, which extinguished the plasma that still engulfed the god mind’s body. The woman’s form drifted right up to him, stared her eyes deep into his mind’s eye, and smiled.
“I was wondering how long it would take you.”, the woman said, “It really must be a trying time for you.”, she cocked her head as if the statement had a response she didn’t already know. She turned her back to him and began to stride back through the portal. Her naked form became engulfed in a swirl of tiny particles of matter. They coalesce around her into a glistening white and blue frock that wrapped her in shimmering light. “It must be terrible being cut off from one’s omniscience. A lot like being cut off from the physical world, trapped behind a wall of insanity, perhaps?” She stopped her progress with that and glanced over her shoulder at him batting her lashes at him in tempting sultriness. Her glinting white smile broke as the effect of her charm failed, as she knew it would. Again, she stared deep into his mind’s eye, trying to find anything resembling empathy. She turned back and stepped forward again. The gown of silky light clinging to her shapely form, flowed like water as she raised her hand and beckoned him to come through the doorway. She smirked, for she knew he would not. She turned back to him, gracefully placing her hands on her hips, she grinned at him knowing he could not. “I have something you want,” she tapped her foot at him. “You have something I crave.”, she cried, and her grin vanished, and pained grief crossed her flawless face. A tear formed in the corner of her eye, and after a moment, it flowed, disappearing into the plasmatic flames that licked her bare feet. Nothing, now the sadness that etched her visage was real, and she bowed her head in defeat.
He closed his eyes, and a light began to fill her. She closed her own eyes, and the illumination started to focus as a sensory explosion permeated her entire being. As the shock subsided, she dared to open her eyes. The world beyond the imprisoning flesh bowed before her gaze like a drawn curtain, pulled open with dawns light. A cool breeze danced across her new body, and the ancient response of brisling fine hairs standing on end sent a wave of ecstasy reverberating through the flesh. She released an audible gasp of pleasure. She turned her eyes to the sky and smiled as the warmth of ancient starlight bathed her. Glancing across the heavens, it took only a moment to discover what it was she had come to learn. For a long while, she stood and stared into space, not wanting to lose the wonderous sight to a single blink. Her eyes burned as grit and dust encrusted her tears and grew in intensity with every passing moment. Finally, the pain overcame her considerable will, and she closed her eyes again. A gasp squeezed from her lungs as her thoughts, snatched away from the material world, blurred. The woman plunged headlong back into the fires of eternity. Again, she opened her eyes, and she frowned as the brilliant white glow of her plasmatic existence reasserted itself. Her eyes turned back to the god mind’s body, and she cracked a half-smile with pain and envy etched into her face. “Thank you.”, she said, wincing at the words as they came to mind. He stared back, blank, expressionless, and waiting. A few moments passed as her mind darted back and forth, trying to come up with a way out. Finally, she shrugged his direction, abandoning the hope that never was. “One hundred and twenty million cycles of this world have passed,” she spoke, and with those words, the red door slammed shut once again. She stood in that spot for a time, staring at the barrier. “One hundred and twenty million years.”, she announced to no one as she dissolved her form back into the fires of this hell that entombed her. The mad god turned his gaze back to the walls of the crater. His eyes glowed different shades of color as they traversed the spectrum of light reflected from its surface. “So frustrating.” came another voice, mildly masculine in resonance, vile, and sarcastically condescending in tone. To this, the body’s face sneered only for the briefest of moments. There was genuine hostility present in the body’s motions, which increased his distaste for this aspect of his being, and he felt the loss of control building. Only Dorrok had this power over the Overorder, the actual mind of the Eternal and core of the god’s being. “So sad, this limited brain of ours.” The body now grew tense and began to quiver, becoming ever more rigid. The quiver became a shake, then a spasm. His vast array of senses reached out across the landscape. He could feel every pebble, every crack of the terrain, every breath of breeze. He could hear every crackle of lightning far off to the southwest, and a whirling vortex of wind churning across the landscape to the north. His eyes peered deep into the atoms of the crater wall, no longer flashing through the EMS but rather blasting the very limits of the body’s puny brain.
Pain erupted through every molecule of the mortal form as stress and exertion threatened to rip the very bonds that held his skull together. Blood ran from his eyes, nose, and ears. The tremors had become so violent, they threatened to break bones and rend loose joints, and his clenched teeth risked shattering under pressure. “Let go.” Came the voice, soft, soothing to his tortured mind. His eyes rolled back into his head; his body went limp supported only by will. He seemed to float in the air as if gravity ceased to be. “Yes, be calm. Be at peace.”
His world Exploded. His very mind wrapped in a plasmatic fire so bright all became a white sea of nothingness and the pain, exquisite. There comes the point when torturous agony gives way to orgasmic ecstasy. As one’s pain receptors shut down and the flow of brain chemistry rushes through every inch of a body, sparing it the trauma of excruciating death. He could feel the tentacle-like filaments of Dorrok’s will caressing his blazing flesh. It penetrated, and every nerve ending it touched sent shivers of rapture coursing in waves of pure pleasure. So, lost in this ecstasy was his mind; it came as a shock when he felt his thoughts ripping away from the physical world. Focus returned to his mind’s eye, just as the extreme white of his world became interrupted by a patch of black careening towards him. This arch of blackness seemed to reach out and grab his very being, pulling him ever faster into oblivion. The gate slammed shut behind him. Mind-numbing cold met his ravaged and screaming senses. The plasmatic existence that he knew only moments before became replaced by the chilling touch of the vacuum of space. Another moment brought a stiffening that induced a panic. Another brought complete paralysis of all but thought, and with the passing of another moment, even that ceased. A universe of black engulfed what bit of consciousness remained, and the last single thought this broken psyche could muster, spilled forth into the void...” Tartarus.” A distant, soothing, yet irritated voice entered his final glimmer of existence as if born on a warm summer breeze. “Hmm, this is going to take a while.” The body’s head threw back with flesh-ripping force. Its eyes flashed open, and its mouth stretched to an inhuman gape. Blood red energy erupted from both, and the body blasted red light through the darkness of the starless night. This light continued to build until the very air began to boil into a soup of elementary particles; that fused onto the body, hardening into a black shell like a cocoon enwrapping a transforming entity. Within a few moments, all was silent. The remaining particles of mater settled to the earth, coating it in a scab of crystalline metal like the healing of a large wound to the world. Seconds gave way to minutes, to hours, and days. Constant through this time was a spec of red light that glowed from beneath the ebonite skin. The radiance pierced the darkness of the sun-less world through cracks like lava through the shattered shell of a recent eruption. The light pulsed as if each was a breath, and with each breath, the glow grew ever so slightly brighter. Weeks turned into months and years. The light-emitting from the Ebonite encrusted body glowed with the blinding intensity of a blazing star, and then, it was gone. The world plunged into blackness. At first, the trembling shook loose a few grains of dust, followed by a steady increasing tremor. Soon the whole crater began to shake. First rocks followed by boulders began to careen down the steep walls of the devastated landscape, pummeling the metallic skin of the immortal. They smashed with the force of a meteor and shattered into millions of bits of debris. Faster and faster, they came. Barreling in like thunder crashing over and over, they began to scream in on streams of hellfire. The air filled with dust and smoke. A dome of molten rock and metal vapor shroud the area for hundreds of miles around in a cloud of toxic gas, and then the very air erupted into flame so fast did the bombardment rain. The vault of gases exploded with the force of a mountain crashing through the atmosphere and cracking the world. So violent was the blast, molten earth would rain to the ground for years to come. Through the world rending volcano-like hell the assault wrought, the slightest sound of a crack was head reverberated through existence as what should never have been possible suddenly occurred.
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