Whipped this up last night. Enjoy.

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Deep within the unfathomable black there stirred another, a heart who's shade vexed even the imposing void in its darkness. This Other stretched its consciousness forth, tendrils of thought feeling blindly through the black, its alien presence spreading like an impossible ink blot across the perpetual night. As It probed the depths of space it portioned some small fraction of its mind to the task of rumination, humouring Itself with memories of the long eons...

It had always been a stranger, even in the first days... though it could not clearly remember that time, or simply did not wish to. The First World. Origin of the Elder Gods, Its home and now Its destination, outset and conclusion - It had sought it longer than It could remember, perhaps forever. It had departed that place in terror all those ages past, hounded by Its once-siblings for the evil It had committed. It and eleven others. There were twelve, It was sure. It tried to recall their names, their faces...

...a great armour-clad figure, swathed in stately garb about its gleaming mail, kneels on the hard ground. A man. His face is maimed and streaked with black blood, and with tears running down his face and a look of utmost revulsion contorting his features he raises a crimson masque above his head. He brings a sleeve across his ruined face, washing away his tears and his blood, before slipping the masque over his features. Thus hidden for all time he rises and turns, bidding the First World farewell...

...another figure, this one in red robes slashed with shimmering blue pentacles. Other shapes stride through the void beside him, though they are fuzzy and blurred. He casts his gaze left, then right, before finally letting his eyes settle on the sight before him. Through the tenebrous haze there looms a shape that stretches out unto infinity, dominating the bleak forever. Between the wisps of churning void can be seen a wall of scaly green flesh, punctuated by writhing tentacles and grotesque clawed appendages. In the middle of it all is a mouth that is, itself, the void, a maw that stretches back farther than the eye can glimpse, lined by countless thousands of rows of teeth. He stops a good distance from that maw with all of the others, falling to his knees as the fate of the First World is given over to the hands of the unknown...

...a field of swaying golden roses, and amidst them a woman draped in robes sewn from flowers. She raises her pale arms skyward, beckoning to the winged shape coasting in the skies above. The shape descends, its blurred form solidifying into that of a feathered man. He takes the maiden in his arms and plants a passionate kiss on her lips...

...craters as far as the eye can see, dotting the blasted landscape. The soil is purple and thick with luminescent green weeds that wriggle about feverishly. Four suns hang low in the sky, though they are black and seem to absorb light rather than give it. A tribe of four-armed humanoids scuttle across the ground between a series of craters, whooping in celebration...

...beneath a sky of boiling blood a slab of alien metal lies basking in the heat of a thousand flashing stars, its surface carved with the markings of a race dead a million years...

...on the rim of the void there is no black or white, no up or down, it is without light or darkness and is deafening in its silence, for none have treaded here in all the history of creation, it is the very outer edge of Yudhe's realm...

...dancing children waltz hand-in-hand with cherubs...

...a flash of steel and his sword comes down...

...brushing away the fallen leaves...

...he turns to watch her...

...the river flows...

...they smile...

...skies...

...it...

NO! These were not its memories! The Beast felt a great surge welling up within him and snapped back to the present, suppressing the souls that churned with him. They were strong, but their strength was his. For he was Legion, one from many, the sum of all. His latest acquisition struggled particularly hard, a figure resplendent in golden mail. He had a name, but He who was Legion cared not for names. He had a name once too.

He forced down the golden one's presence and shifted about, having taken stock his surroundings. Infinity in all directions, but that was nothing new. One thing irked him, though, one errant aspect in the otherwise flawless fabric of the void. It was moving closer, this force, he could feel it tugging at him... no... tugging at part of him. A languid smile flittered across his mouth as the beacon reached him, and extending his senses across its length he detected that which lay at its other end.

After eons of searching they had revealed themselves to him, nil, even given him a path to follow home. He summoned his strength and brought forth the image of the golden one, intending to give them a bit of a surprise. Hajamin was his name, yes... and he?

He was Morgfyre. He was Legion.

I swear to god, my stories are coated in radioactive waste.

NO FEEDBACK FOR GUIDO HE'S A PRICK ANYWAY.

*slumps off*

Well I read it yesterday and thought I had posted but I guess I didn't. I really like it a lot, most of the time I don't read people's stories but I enjoyed the style of this one.

I haven't read much of it, but good job Guido! We lubs joo

Its really good Guido, Im not just saying it. When I read your stuff I feel interested. Well done.

*comments because you're an attention whore*

Very nice.

*realizes all of us are*

Oh, yeah. That.


In all seriousness, I do like it a lot. I just don't see the need for the elipses(sp?), but hey, I'm usually wrong.

I'm fairly sure the ellipses are there because a lot of it is fragments of memories from the personalities so they are just randomly beginning and ending.

Yes, I tend to shy away from the mass use of ellipses, but I thought it was appropriate here to emphasize the nature of His mind.

Ah, okay then.

I really liked it, meant to comment earlier, but I forgot.


My favorite part, riight then and there I couldn't help but think I wanted to draw that scene or make this short story into a mini comic

Very well written! I like it a lot

I really enjoyed it and I like your style, especially the memories. The ellipses are a great touch.

I hope you submit that to bardic Guido, because it is just wonderful.