Post by Void on Feb 28, 2021 22:17:07 GMT -5
We see a small room, harshly lit by fluorescent lights. There's a door on one wall and, in the corner, an old sensory deprivation tank. The door opens, and in walks Dr. Royce and VOID. VOID is dressed in nothing but a speedo and his mask. We can see the prominent scar on his chest and the spiral tattoo on his back.
Well, VOID, I am happy to say we can move on to the next stage of your… treatment. We haven’t used this thing since the 70s, but I have a feeling it will serve you particularly well
Now is not the time for preparations, dear doctor. Surely our preparations are best spent elsewhere.
Please. Humour me.
VOID stares at the doctor, his expression terse, then slowly nods. Dr. Royce opens the hatch of the cabinet. Inside, there are lights and what looks like salt water. VOID crawls into the metal box, and floats in the water. The doctor closes the hatch behind him, then a few seconds later the lights begin to go out in stages. Finally, VOID is surrounded by darkness.
My son…
VOID finds himself in a blank, white space. Darkness starts to creep in all around him. Eventually, the darkness starts to take a giant, humanoid form, with eyes and no mouth. VOID finds himself picked up by the giant.
You have served me well. Our time grows near.
VOID looks shocked
How… how am I in your presence???
The giant laughs, a primal, foreboding sound.
This is what you’ve desired, no? I have led you to victory, and in return you have given me power. Now, we are so close, and I can give you the final push. Tell me of your obstacles.
VOID’s expression morphs to one of gratitude. He kneels.
Certainly, oh great Abyss. My first opponent is the dreamer. Sara Pettis is deluded, believing herself to be destined for greatness. Long has she toiled, to get this far, going through struggle after struggle. More than any I’ve faced so far, she knows the hardship of this life. At one time, perhaps she could have made a good recruit to our cause. But now, it is too late. She has run out of time.
I have watched her ascent, almost parallel to you. She claims that her recent hot streak guarantees victory. It is the mindset of the gambler. She pushes and pushes, always sure the odds will turn out for her. It is her greatest strength, but also her greatest weakness. She never knows when to stop. Things won’t always turn out as she plans. In the face of a mere mortal, she has a chance. But facing that which has been since the beginning of time, and will be for eternity??? We need only wait, and she will present the opportunity to obliterate her.
Fittingly, my other opposer is the nightmare. She is loud, abrasive, and unpopular. And yet, she proves herself through sheer force of will. She is a simple being, one that truly lives by the sword. And yet, her history tells a different story. After the slaughter of the lamb, she has lost to the shepherd. She speaks so much of destroying, yet her opponents always get back up. I have claimed the likes of Kolya, Stella Slater, even Kaz Mazy. Her destruction has been, at times, brutal, yet her opponents always get back up.
Ah, yes. Another pretender. She is a false idol. Her words speak loudly, her form imposes. But under the surface? She destroys for the sake of destruction. She’s failed to look inward, to find her inner motive. Meanwhile, you stand firm in your belief in me. Use this, your devotion to the growth of the Abyss, the freeing power of desolation in all things, and you shall strike her down like wheat in the field.
My son our time draws to a close. Against these guardians of the sleeping world, your struggle will be harsh. But, rely on me, and I assure you, you will wake up to see the triumph of oblivion.
...I will do as you command, oh great Abyss.
The darkness swallows VOID up, and there is
nothing.