When the darkness is cleared, a small explosion is heard, the sound of a vacuum collapsing. I've vanished. The coalition has vanished. about one sixth of the battlefield has vanished. This is where it really starts. I've stripped the coalition of everything but primal instincts, they're now hulking demons made of pure rage. Usually this would be suicidal, but not now. They're in my domain now. Inside the Hub.
I’ve arrived in my mind, where I am god. As previously described the world inside of me, the Hub, is incredibly
ed up, everything is deadly. Aside from the four leaders of my mind, and a select few individuals, the most dangerous things in there, are the Roamers, mindless cannibals, hungry for minds. They’re former denizens of my mind, broken by the Hub’s tragic history. This is usually a bit of a problem, as the people in the Hub are superpowered, and those powers only increased in the roamers, with every mind they eat they become stronger. With the coalition’s minds pulverized, the surface area of said minds has increased, making them much easier to notice by the roamers. Floating above my world, I drop them into a horde of roamers. The coalition obviously are very powerful, but inside of here, I control their power. They are swiftly torn to shreds by the roamers.
In the meantime, though I’ve already left, exploring this new realm. For most people it would be quite shocking to see their mind in such disarray, but not me. I relish it. I know my mind quite well, I’ve never physically been there before, it was a revelation to me when the leaders made contact with me, but subconsciously I’d always known it inside out.
The jagged, uneven design of it all rubbed me the wrong way though, it pointed to a disturbance in the near perfect insanity that it was supposed to be. You see, insanity does not equal mental chaos. If anything, it’s mental order. I won’t lie, nature does a pretty great job of ordering your mind, but insanity does a better job. Insanity lets you order your own mind, anyway you want it. You’d think some people organize their minds in the most chaotic way possible. believe me, they try to, but in very single case, there’s a perspective in which everything is perfectly symmetrical. I’m not so foolish as to try and do that, my mind should be organized perfectly.
As I’m trying to find the disturbance, there’s a sort of bubble around me making everything harmless, I don’t want anything to get in my way. But when the bubble leaves an object, a creature or part of the terrain, it’s twice as dangerous as it was before, all of it moving towards the coalition doing their best to completely destroy them, atom by atom.
I decide that it’s not useful to search the lands myself, instead I walk up to my favorite victims, the coalition, banishing everything destroying them, burning every Roamer in a five-mile radius to an ash, especially the ones impervious to fire. This won’t work like this, to kill these worms I need to have access to the full capacity of my mind, and to do that I need minions, thralls. Feeling particularly inspired I piece the coalition back together, different than they were. More powerful than they were, but more importantly, completely loyal to me.
By now they’re not even recognizable anymore, none of that incredible muscle, nothing identifying as belonging to a certain nation. Lord Russian has changed the most, looking like a frail, winged monstrosity. Maybe winged isn’t the right word, I don’t think he’d be able to fly with those growths, without my magical power. They’re like obsidian sickles with their point faced towards the sky and towards each other, forming some sort of a dark halo behind him. Wearing an open cloak, the lack of his legs is noticeable, in their place, from the knees up, black shards of crystal just float there. The size of the shards increases the closer they are to his main body, a humanoid upper body made of black crystal. His face isn’t visible under the hood, with the notable exception being his yellow glowing eyes. Maybe eyes isn’t the right word, when describing the appearance, but it’s what he uses to see. They’d look like four cracks, two on each side, one above the other, in his black crystalline face, if you’d be able to make out more details. He’s got another eye, which is currently closes, running from his forehead to his chin, in the middle of his face. His claw holding a scythe, giving him the ability to cleave through anything. This is my reaper, my Samael.
Lord Austrian is transformed into a nondescript blur, when he’s moving that is. His real form is a featureless humanoid, made from smoke. The movement blur is caused by the fact that he constantly
leaves afterimages behind, these after images disappear after five seconds, hence why he takes a clearer from after standing still. Given the ability to walk through walls, he should easily be able search in all man-made constructions. I gave him a pair of dagger which absorb any solid or liquid matter it comes in contact with. This is my collector, my Azrael.
Lord Prussian is transformed into an enormous beast, his lower half looks like a giant snake tail, made from black rock, his upper half is more humanoid, but he gained an extra set of arms and a pair of horns pointing backwards. His face is now a burning skull. His entire body constantly leaks ink, leaving a trail of the stuff whenever he moves. I gave him the ability to shrink and grow in size, and camouflage to sneak up to anything. He will be my harvester, my Abaddon.
Together they are my Messengers. I send Samael to the Vigilante’s territory, Abaddon to the Beast’s wilderness, and Azrael to the Warlock’s Grand Academy. If they find this glitch in my mind, I’ll be notified. I myself go over to the Archpriests domain, if he’s behind this I’m afraid the disturbance isn’t the only thing I’ll deal with.
He’s the last of the Great ones, the champions of the gods of light, the last hope for my mind-realm. But he’s been corrupted, when the rest of the Great ones we’re killed, he went insane. The last spark of light, of sanity in the conventional way, is now worse than the darkness. Everyone that enters his domain will be healed, but when they leave again, a great curse falls upon them, and they’ll die within a few seconds. If they stay, they won’t have a much better future. The Archpriest will heal them until they’re perfect, no single trace of disease. But his healing extends to all living beings, including pathogens. Without a trace of disease, the victims virtually have no immune system, and with perfect pathogens, better than the best biological weapons around, they’ll die in five weeks. Their suffering won’t be over then either, not even taking the consequences of death itself into account, which I would normally shield them from. The Archpriest resurrects people, leaving them in an eternal state of sickness.
I’ve previously calculated that the glitch in my mind should be of considerable size by now, it should take my messengers two days at the very most to discover it if it’s in their search areas. I’m not really feeling confronting the part of me that was the very best, but is now the very worst, I’ll have to eventually, but I’d rather wait a while. It is truly unfortunate that the Archpriest has such great abilities, with what the warlock has done, I’d decided that I’ll need the archpriests powers in battle too, but every time I think of it seems like more of a hassle.
Luckily it was in Beast’s wilderness, that saves me a lot of therapy which I wouldn’t take anyway.
I walk over to the glitch, and impose order on it yet again. The effects have been neutralized, my mind isn’t less dangerous, nor is it more dangerous than it was, it’s just more efficient. Now let’s eradicated whatever the reason for this glitch was.
After having searched the area that was affected worst by the glitch for about half an hour, I found the culprit, a young man with powers that could make anything edgier. His powers must’ve awakened late, usually it happens around their 12th birthday. But if he was able to do this much damage, jegus…
I’ll try to recruit him, if that doesn’t work, I’ll let my messengers handle him, we’ll see what happens.
AC: hey kid, I want to talk
???: *tries to run away*
AC: *telekinetically grabs him*
AC: that isn’t very polite, is it now.
AC: you better not try anything otherwise I’ll have these guys handle it.
AC: *gestures towards the Messengers*
???: *remains silent*
AC: you better start talking, kid. I asked you a question, who are you?
???: I don’t want any trouble, sir, I couldn’t control it!
AC: Answer my question.
???: m-my name is frank.
AC: oh, I see how it is…
Frank: w-what?
AC: Listen up, kid, I’m going to take you out of here.
Frank: out of where? The wilderness?
AC: The hub.
Frank: wh-what, but there’s nothing outside of the hub, it’s all there is.
AC: not quite, Frank, you see, this place, the hub, it’s my mind, you’re currently nothing more than a figment of my imagination.
Frank: Wh-hat?! Are you insane?! Uhm
I mean, uhh
Frank: I didn’t mean to insult you, Sir, I swear. Don’t kill me, please!
AC: Don’t worry, kid, I am insane, it’s not as bad as you think, but no I’m not hallucinating, I don’t have a god complex, I am a god.
AC: this place is like it is, so dangerous, so treacherous, because I am insane. This place is literally my mind, I’m this ed up.
AC: but I think you’ve got potential.
AC: I’m gonna knock you out now, when you wake up you’ll be a few years in the past, you wouldn’t notice it if left alone, but it’s important. You’ll be in a different world then, and you’ll meet me, past me. I’ll give you a note explaining the situation. I’ll twist the facts around a bit, because I’m not yet insane when you’ll wake up. But you won’t be able tell me, to stop him from turning into me, that’s because I’ll rip your throat ou-
Frank: WHA-
AC: *rip*
AC: bye now!
AC: *Knocks frank out, heals him so he won’t bleed out, and send him the real world, back in time.*
So that’s settled!
Now I can commence killing the
ers! I dismiss the concepts of the messengers, to be summoned at a later time. The coalition is back to their normal, dead selves. How can I kill them more tho?
I know I’ll weaponize my impeccably organized mind against them!
I combine all the roamers in the hub into a giant roamer, which has all of the powers, it throws all of the rocks, burns all of the fires, drowns all of the water, corrodes all of the acids, grows all the vines, warps all the space, ages all time, doesn’t exist all the void, exist all the reality, etc.
I then make save state of my mind and collapse the world onto the coalition again and again, I then reload my save state, but keep the damage I caused to the coalition. I then cause several ends off the world doing more and more damage to the coalition while keeping my mind in working order.
I’m currently at 1904 words not counting the paragraph I’d already written oh 1913, nvm you get the idea so I’m just gonna artificially raise the word count to 2000 by stabbing the remaining atoms that are left of the coalition, hopefully raising the damage even more by how cheap of a ploy this is.
*stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab*
