Wasteland

(Oh, would you tell me a story? A story with heroes and villains? A story where good prevails and evil is vanquished? Would you do that for me?)

To fight against a god is to fight against yourself, only that that self is a reflection in an insurmountable slab of titanium, and to break that slab would be breaking oneself. Someone told me that once, it has been ages since then and I cannot remember who said it, that person forgot to mention one thing tho, he forgot to mention all the people that have fought themselves, broken themselves down but still managed to survive and come back stronger than they initially were. Will I break for the sake of change? Who knows, I can't do anything but to try for a pure world.

This desolate landscape, this horizon consumed, how would I reach a key point? Where do the answers lay? Up there in the heart of this ancient gluttonous beast? Perhaps in one of its many bellies or mouths? Or are they somewhere down in the soil of this world feasted upon? Am I to traverse this wasteland to one of its far-off mountaintops facing it? Or am I to search for potential answers down here on this wasted earth? One way or another, I will face you and be your end, you who infected this world with gluttony, and all the sins and curses related to its over-excessive nature, ending you will be a blessing.

Has it been hours? Days? Ages? In this world of death and decay, do the flow of time even matter here? or has it been stripped away? I don't know, all I know is that I stand at the foot of this tremendous mountain tainted by Deustarmer's feast like all the rest my sore eyes could catch. This vibration, the scepter's humming? A warm and vibrant tune, a beautiful choir of vibrations so intense that it at this very moment could have spirited me away, somewhere far, far away, but I cannot do that, I have to pull through. I do wonder what Alexander would think if he could see me now, would he be proud? Or perhaps scared for me? Oh, that would be so like him, I wonder what he is doing right now, time clearly flows differently here or perhaps not at all, all the changes may not even be about time in the slightest.

God... You created everything in this universe did you not? Then why did you create your adversaries, the enemy for humanity, the bringers of the end-times, and these creatures that created this vile toxin that courses through the veins of the human condition? Just why? Was it all just for some fun project? Did you even care in the slightest about how it went? Where are you now?

Climbing higher and higher, climbing closer to one of its horizon-sized tendrils, tendrils that painted the sky jet black. How did God even create one like you? A lone Nautilus swimming in the deep tides of the dimension rift, consuming worlds, extinguishing them slowly like a piece of glowing plankton, showing the inhabitants of their slowly decaying world lights from times, eras, and worlds long past, lulling them into a deep sleep one that they will never wake from.

The humming from the scepter has now grown into a fierce choir almost rivaling the song of a thousand beaks spouted from the vile gluttonous mouths of this cosmic this, this thing. The lantern in my left shakes fiercely, leaking floating fires into the air around me, it knows what is to come, what we will face, I just know it, maybe it is feeling the fear and awe that I should feel but I just do not, I sorta have this feeling, deja-vu? Something nostalgic? No, I must just be confused or in shock about the situation, so be it, I will use it to push all my abilities to the limit.

It seems to have finally noticed me, bringing down several tendrils, but they are slow? Almost like a gentle gesture? No, must be my imagination. The rods heavy and the flames of my familiar have... DIED OUT!!! The songs collide, assembling a tune out of this world, filling my head with its consuming presence "No, just no, no, no, n".

Stars? Where am I? What are these stars? What is this soft and warm sensation beneath me? A name floating in my mind, who's Ruber Hastam? Moving where am I going? What is this song filling my head? No, I don't want this, these vibrations, we are going somewhere? Why? Who's we? Something I need to see? Can you not tell me? Wait... Wait! Where in the frozen hell's am I?! Deustarmer, it is carrying me somewhere, through some sort of dimensional rift? Why? For what purpose? If it would eat me why would it not have done it while I was out? Is it giving me a message? No that would be ridiculous, or would it? AW! Well, I can just count myself as lucky for this time, and just watch where this stream and an embodiment of a cardinal sin and its associated curses takes me.

A sharp pain is hitting my eye-sockets, is it sunlight? Indeed it is sunlight, shining through the branches of a lone willow tree on a fertile green hill. And in the distance it was indeed the city, but, something seems a bit off, shouldn't it have been more skyscrapers? The choir pierces my skull again and two young people appear further down the hill in front of me, how? What is this? The couple comes treading closer up the hill, vibrations, what are they chattering about? The girl sixteen perhaps? Pulls something out of a basket she had been carrying and throws it in the guy's face laughing, a water-balloon?

"Now have you done it, Julia, I'm going to get you for that one" Wait.

"I know you will Frank, catch me if you can!" It cant be.

"Mom? Dad?"