The Roil
"You don’t walk into the Roil. You unravel into it."
The Roil is not a place of torment. It is a place of collapse—the final breakdown of a soul, where everything that holds you together shatters. It is where those who have surrendered to their worst emotions—violence, rage, destruction, and uncontrollable hatred—find themselves consumed by the very forces they once unleashed.
This is not a place for punishment.
It is a place where your self-destruction is inevitable, because the chaos you’ve wrought now consumes you entirely.
The Fall into Chaos
The descent into the Roil is not like any other realm. It is a fall—not a gradual descent. The Spiral Stairwell that has guided you through other layers of the Spiral begins to crack and fragment. At first, you might not notice it. The steps feel solid, but the edge beneath your feet begins to shift, the stone crumbling as you step.
- As you descend, the stairwell becomes unpredictable—fragments of the path break away and fall into the darkness below, and voices whisper, calling to you from the void.
- Things scream at you from the shadows—the voices of the lost, of those who fell long before you. Their screams echo in your mind, stirring rage, resentment, and despair.
- You cannot help but scream back. Your own anger bubbles up, fueled by the darkness and the voices that beckon. You are not just falling into the Roil. You are falling apart—physically, and more importantly, emotionally.
The Roil feeds on your rage—it draws you in as the path crumbles beneath your feet. The more destructive your emotions become, the faster you fall.
You cannot escape the pull of the Roil. The more rage you give in to, the more the Roil devours you, until the Spiral itself collapses beneath you, and there is nothing but the abyss.
The Fragmented Abyss
The Roil is not a realm that exists within any natural law. It is not bound by any sense of order or coherence. It is a vortex of madness, a blackened abyss where the Spiral itself collapses into oblivion.
- As the Spiral Stairwell that leads into the Roil crumbles into a whirlpool of destruction, the very realm fractures, breaking into ruins and pieces of broken worlds—fragments of Threads and realms once whole are swallowed by the abyss, where nothing survives but the wreckage of annihilation.
- Floating ruins of long-forgotten realms and cities drift aimlessly in an endless void, held together only by the collapse of their own existence.
- The earth is cracked and torn, torn apart by violent storms and shattered foundations. No land is stable. The ground itself is a reflection of the emotional destruction that has left it fragmented and barren.
- The sky is a barren storm—black clouds, roiling lightning, and flashes of fire tear across the heavens. Nothing here is ever still. The chaos is eternal, feeding into itself.
Born of Destruction and Chaos
The demons of the Roil are not the typical infernal forces. They are beasts born of pure destruction, hatred, and the falling ruins of reality. They are the manifestations of emotional collapse—rage, betrayal, violence, and the self-destruction of the souls they haunt.
These demons are not tricksters or manipulators. They are monstrous and twisted, born from the rage and violent acts that the souls unleashed when they were alive. They are driven by pure hatred—not just towards others, but towards everything. They want to destroy the very Pattern of existence itself.
- Twisted forms of destruction—beasts of rage, warriors of chaos—these creatures are more terrifying than any demon you’ve encountered before. Their appearance is brutal, their bodies twisted by the chaos they have endured. They exist only to destroy, and their presence wants nothing more than to tear apart whatever comes into their reach.
- These demons do not seek worship. They are not gods in the conventional sense, but rather creatures of pure rage and destruction—only concerned with the obliteration of everything that is still whole.
These demons are contained within the Roil, and few escape. They exist to destroy, to tear apart mortal and immortal alike, and if they were ever to break free, the Pattern itself could unravel.
No Ruler, Only Chaos
There is no ruler in the Roil.
There are no devils or gods to control the realm.
There is only the chaos of self-destruction—the purest form of hatred, violence, and rage.
The Roil is the final release of all things that are held together by the belief in self—but once you fall, once you give yourself over to the collapse, there is no return. There is no higher force to bring you back. The Roil is not for punishment or redemption. It is simply the unraveling of the self, the end of all things that were once held together.
The Roil’s Embrace
The Roil is not a place for peace.
It is not a place of redemption.
It is the ultimate self-destruction.
This is where your rage becomes your world.
Where the chaos you’ve created becomes the hell you live in.
And once you fall, there is no climbing out.
Only the endless cycle of your own emotions, a world collapsing into the destruction you’ve left behind.
The Roil is not just a punishment.
It is what you become when your hatred, violence, and despair are all that remains.
At A Glance
What Is the Roil?
The deepest layer of the Spiral Hells—a Realm of total collapse, self-destruction, and uncontrollable chaos. It does not heal. It feeds.
What Governs It?
Raw, emotional force—the embodiment of rage, hatred, and despair. There are no rulers here, only the demons of destruction—creatures born of the falling ruins of those who have succumbed to their own chaos.
What Does It Look Like?
A realm of fractured landscapes, crumbling ruins, and endless storms. The land breaks apart under the weight of uncontrollable violence and chaotic destruction. Screams, shattered cities, and twisting flames mark the environment, and the roar of the abyss drowns out all else.
Who Lives Here?
Threads who have succumbed to their worst impulses—those who have been consumed by violent rage, grief, and betrayal. Murderers, tyrants, and destroyers who are now broken by their own violence, trapped in a never-ending cycle of self-destruction.
What About the Gods?
There are no gods here. Only the forces of destruction—beasts born from chaos and rage. They do not reward worship. They exist solely to destroy, to tear apart whatever remains.
And the Magic?
Hatred-as-power. Destructive energy that feeds on the rage and emotions of those trapped in the Roil. The magic here is self-perpetuating, where chaos becomes the force that shapes everything. It is emotion turned into destruction.
Final Thought
The Roil does not offer you salvation.
It simply devours.
And once you fall, it never stops.
Author’s Note
The Roil came from my own emotional breakdowns—those moments when anger, despair, and helplessness consume me, and I feel trapped in self-destructive thoughts. It’s where I’ve ended up when I let rage take over, screaming at everything and nothing, with no escape. I’ve crawled back, but in the Roil, that’s not an option—here, your emotions devour you completely.
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