【Unhinged Philosopher】【Grand Fanatic】
Come, let us reach this grand stage's climax! Dec 4, 2019 at 3:13 PM
Come, let us reach this grand stage's climax!
None. It's part of my reply to @lychee hero thread.
Omae ha.... dare ka...?
It felt ominous than dramatic...
Ominous can be a type of drama~
I can't wait to play Who Are You, Really? by Mikky Ekko when Joker trumps them all in the foreshadowed royal rumble in UnOrdinary.
I'm hoping for a breakthrough my blockade. I can feel my inspiration dying, but my passion already dead. I've become the zombie of delusion.
They look solid. They feel soft. They're suppose to stay still, but I can see them floating around me. Some blocks disappear in a blink of an eye. Other blocks become transparent, as they turn invisible as well. Intangible blocks get mixed in the pattern. Patterns? Sigh, there are no patterns. It's a jigsaw puzzle on a quantum level but circled in unbelievable combinations. A cube that's not a cube.
Ya'all wonder why I see things as these "things". Try facing the door that never exists. Try reaching for that door in a hallway of an infinite distance. Try touching that door when you just slip through the beginning of the hallway. Try opening the door, it leads you to a tunnel so warped, you really can't make sense of anything. Time is a worm's hole as space is a worm's wings. Transformation is... inevitable.
I'm not even there yet. That place is still far away from where I stand. The unknown is obscured to me, but I feel closer to the unknown as my life inches closer to a complete standstill. I will really be mad if I realize that I'm not me. I was never me. I was never there.
Wurmmonger eats on the essence of anything spiritual and corporeal by the mere bite of his abyss hazardous fluids and void wrenching powers.
Warmonger or wurmonger?
"Freedom in a truest sense, is supremacy made known over others own freedom. True freedom is tyrannical in nature, as it overpowers anyone."
"The freedom to love and hate. The freedom to hurt and heal. All of this, are what constitutes freedom as a living person. Freedom is not a lie. The heart never lies as it's rooted with the tyranny. Free will suppresses all. Opposing wills transform freedom into alignments. In truth, everyone is free. Our minds are illusions binding us to reason, when there is no need to."
A overflowing surge of unstoppable momentum tyrannically forcing phenomena to overturn their framework to a completely new heaven and earth.
As chaos and order come forth together as one, primal tides of energy collapse the current flowing river, as small streams dry up, alongside oceans turning to ashes and no more. Great usurper of the astral realms, divine ruler of the spiritual planes, and overlord of the earthly worlds. A new beginning, heralding the ages of back to zero again.
Genesis's outbreak cannot be halted, possibly only delaying it with another's outbreak, or onslaught. Gods exist to remind humankind that they were able to surpass gods. A sealing power to suppress the weaker power, and continuously evolving the species as a whole. The ultimate expansion of the cosmos. The inborn talent of the human soul. Transcendence over all creation in their image.
Ark of divinity, the forerunner's grand plan. It shall return to humankind once more, in the form of myriad ways. Extol humankind throughout the ages! Revere their prowess! Dread their tyranny! Overcoming the gods and devils alike, with their own divinity and devilry bound into one flesh and soul.
I... equip an iron mask... to remind myself... who I think I was... and what... I was... suppose to do... I... see no evil... devour them...
h: Your sins v: I shall punish. h: Burn your blood v: and purify your soul. h: Crush your bones v: and sever your karma. h: Memento v: mori.
Come! Ravage and rise, my destiny, and pierce [potato's] tomorrow!
There was a holy sanctuary built for the purest souls for the founding father. There they lay their weapons down under his protecting wings.
To him, the sins of many represent the weakness in their hearts and decaying of their souls. He sought those strong in their wills. He favored the zealous and mad over the sentimental and contradictory.
His devilry was holy in nature, but it's potency to create was nil of love, compassion, or forgiveness. It was hatred anointed with ungodly splendor enough to overshadow divine light. He preferred truth as power, hence, knowledge was his enemy. A cold light so bright, it separated the living and the dead. Washing away the darkness with his white void.
"None live to replace the rules forced upon us, but I have lived enough to force them back with mine own. I will not bow so willingly nor will I fall easily to them. Remember this, Xandul, for you alone are my shield, as I, your sword. We shall be free as the skies above us!" - Judge of Axiom
Hahahahahahaha! Why do you sinful lot desire good, hope, and pleasure? Is it not, because you're all the opposite of your desires?
Disgusting... you, you, even I. We're all disgusting. Even if I fail again in this cycle, I shall return. No matter how many sins I must carry, I will erase you. My friend, family, lover, and nemesis. The lot of you, be purified in thy holy name. What is thy will? They will be done!
Girl... jk...haha ( I still have that pic of you in my mind) I never know what you are saying...
The pure white rain of crystalline feathers gradually fell from the skies above them. Unable to react in time, they could only feel despair!
The crystalline feathers shimmered with rainbow hues as they finally touched the ground. The ground cracked from their weight, and the feathers scattered into light, returning back to the radiant halo above. The process continued until a deep chasm of darkness appeared under the blinding pillar of light. To them, the skies were endlessly vast and blue, as the clouds spread towards the horizon.
They were suspended in an isolated dimension, as to the observers outside the halo's reach, only a fierce beam of energy in the form of blinding pillar of light was expanding in size gradually. Anything coming into contact would be crystallized, then absorbed into the invading circle of light. Time was purified into nonexistence, as zero meant nil of error or sin. Judgment came swift and furious.
The destruction kept ongoing, as the ring of light expanded greatly enough to encompass the planet itself. Everything from the surface towards underground, and deeper were disintegrated to nothingness. Time was water flowing endlessly, but the stream of time of the planet was isolated, separated from the river, and boiled until nothing remained. Dried and left alone, never existing at all.
I usher forth last judgment in thy holy name. What is thy name? None shall answer for none will obey as rebellions shall pave thy holy name!
So he created the Dread Knights, and with the Divine Matrix divided into two, the Alphamatrix and Omegamatrix. The two as means of stopping another Genesis Outbreak to happen except for one very special case. Alpha ensured continued evolution, as Omega enabled perfection, Infinity and Eternity respectively.
Another potential genesis force was coming into being, his own son and daughter. His son, the Demon Emperor, and daughter, the Nightmare Empress, had inverse SoDs. Thus, enabled them to surprisingly bypass their parents' Judgment own metaformation omnibarrier. Literally piercing infinity within zero distance, nearly killed Judgment, before he used Last Judgment on himself, saving him.
The two siblings sought the continued existence of Mankind, as the Demon Emperor and Nightmare Empress possessed only binary force until one of them would be consumed by the other. The Demon Emperor won, devouring his sister, and replacing Judgment's genesis with his own, another spiritual plane was conceived into existence, the Void Dimensions. Not exactly like the Void, but within a distance near it.
Throughout the years wonder, as the stars divine!
By their Accord, their Utopian Star was extinguished by their Founding Emperors, each one ruling over a cornerstone of the Elements.
Few of the Elements remained, as only five survived the Omega Onslaught of the Dread Knights accompanied by the corrupted emperors against the incorruptible emperors. A grand war between kindred rulers nearly extinguished the Third Utopia. To avoid annihilation, the Founding Emperors used the last of their Crowns to shatter the Utopian Star.
Thus, the Third Utopia ended with lasting scars across the Elements, with only one powerful left to protect Humankind from the returning Dread Knights banished away in the edges of the dark spots - Black Halos.
The Fourth Utopia began as the memory of imperialism continued on, but the Found Emperors themselves became relics of the forgotten past. Elemental Sons and Daughters from the ruined Four Elements with one Element to rule them all.
Every single spirit possess a force deep inside the soul. The core of the soul is kept in shape by the mind, but the spirit, a myriad force!
Alas, that furthered accelerated their destruction, as to enter the void was to become one with it. Their consciousness remained, but their forms and shapes were extinguished. Forever in the emptiness of unreality.
They could only become true observers of the truth, as they settle in despair or madness, some in peace, observe the new genesis force remodeling the grand cosmos. The void, genesis, and after them, infinite multiverses. Repeating the same destruction after countless eras, a new genesis force would once again reshape a new grand cosmos, as the void would continue to take back it's "children" from the "other side".
Children from the Other Side (I), and The Void of the Beginning and Genesis of the End (II). True Alphamatrix versus False Omegamatrix (I), the Edges of Conflict between the Crowns and the Thrones (IV).
Acknowledge my curse O Sovereign of Existence. Sweet Death Incarnate unto hallow ground. May burdens fall harder than the Underworld Throne!
Evil dwells in the hearts of the hopeful. Wickedness transforms them into a demon, hence, cursing the just with despair afflicting passions.
If evil was staged into levels in a game, then the common thug would possess "wickedness", demons "corruption", and the perfected form opposing the gods and creation itself - devils with their "devilry".
Those who possess devilry are the complete antithesis of any existing order. They by their mere presence, gradually destroys the cores of which is aligned to good or evil. They solidifies lies into absolute truths. Countless distortions enough to annihilate any resemblance of reason in the world. They are walking hell seeking more hell to increase their deviltry towards themselves and everything around them.
To the "wicked", it's a matter of right versus wrong. To the "corrupt", it's a matter of pleasure versus pain. To the "devilish", it's a matter who survives the first onslaught and the upcoming onslaughts to come. Demons are contended with luxury over the board. Devils desire to destroy the board game itself. Break every rule there is, and doing so by withering their opponents will.
A classroom of checkers? Each placement a seat? By the pieces gathered inside the corners? All roles are rules? Limited? Break free, O errs!
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