Nihilistic Sadist

What is it that you do here? Here in what people call borderlands. A place where all the extinct possibilities, those versions of this world that would have caused a full blown end to it.

You see, in a world where every, and I mean EVERY possibility can be materialized to a separate timeline. Then, surely, a possibility of that world of possibilities ending should be among them, no? If everything is possible, then the possibility of that possibility ending should also exist, Negating itself. A paradox of some kind.

But back then, I found a solution. A solution that even Maumar himself didn't, in all his wisdom, didn't think of. When he made the abyss, each possible thing that could happen would come possible therefore after. But before he activated and became host of the mobius hole, I made a rule.

The rule was simple:

Timelines that end Lutah's existence are hereby thrown to a pocket dimension surrounding Lutah before they materialize.

It was that simple. I created a shell for Lutah. Maumar likes using his metaphor on describing Lutah as a living being, so I refer to this place as kind of a shell. 

You may ask, my suffering friend, that what would a world need a shield for? Answer is simple. To make sure none of those pesky outer gods ever reach this place.

You see, in before Lutah existed, there was the existence where all kinds of worlds would exist. In that existence, existed outer gods.

Some couldn't care less of those worlds and just continue their meager existence. Some however, wish to do something about it.

Being powerful entities, outer gods often enslave or destroy the world in their meager whims.

But my suffering friend, you must be thinking about now that Lutah is one of those worlds that could be invaded by an outer god. That is why I made the "shell".

But my friend, who is now suffering with all their limbs impaled, you would be wrong. Because Lutah doesn't exist in that space. Lutah exists in nothingness. A place where energies of the existence don't reach. As such, no world should miraculously appear.

But low and behold, a miracle happened. A few meager straggling thoughts came together and created a world of which hasn't been seen yet. As far as I'm aware at least.

No outer god who ventures to the nothingness can survive long, as the energies that sustain them in the existence don't reach that far.

We. Maumar and a few forgotten gods, created a miracle. A miracle in this barren wasteland of nothingness. An oasis you might say.

And by now, my suffering friend, you who have no jugular so you can't even speak, nor do you exist in a place where death is allowed, you must have figured out that the shell is for those super amazing outer gods. And you would be correct.

These borderlands. This "shell". It all makes it a near impossible task for them to reach the innards of Lutah. Just how many different worlds do you think an outer god must search for, only for an evading entrance that changes places at remarkable speeds. They so wish for the sweet nectar that is the broth of Lutah. The true world of Lutah.

People call this place many things. Borderlands. Shell. Garden of dead worlds. But I like one the best. I personally call this place… A labyrinth.

You know, I never really thought of calling this place anything special. It is just a place where all the dead worlds that are born from the infinite possibilities that Lutah realizes. It is my hunting ground.

Those pesky outer gods do end up reaching Lutah and entering this space. And that is who you are. You seem to forget a lot when you are here. That is just the nature of this place. Or not… depends which dead world you are currently in. In this dead world, a law that all life must be humanoid was formed, and hence, you are a humanoid. Giant one at that, tentacles here and there, an ugly face, ugh, but humanoid all the same.

But as you guessed by now. In your all powerful grandeur, you are just one of the many outer god "victims" I've had over here. It is nothing special really. I'm just fulfilling my part as the curse of Lutah.

Hmm? You haven't realized? This place is a prison now. The shell? No. Lutah IS in itself a prison. A sandbox even.

A sandbox for me to play in.

I'm not some magnanimous god who is all merciful and shit. I'm here for things to suffer all of eternity. 

If one of me falls, another timeline's version of me will do what is needed. Heck, there must be quite a few of mes just making sure others like you, my suffering friend, don't get to have your sweet nectar that is Lutah's innards.

This system is foolproof. Even IF one of you suckers ended up getting to the inner parts, the beauty of the law I talked about comes into place.

If any of you suffering bastards get to inner Lutah and mess around enough to destroy it with your presence, guess what happens then.

You… Just… End… Back… Here.

Many versions of you would appear, as that is the nature of Lutah, but only those that don't cause total destruction of Lutah can continue to exist. Those that step too far, end up here.

And… hehe… those that make the mistake of going inside the abyss, then they have another thing coming.

You see, there can only exist one of each person the world recognizes in the abyss. There is some leeway, but if you hop into the abyss twice in any timeline, two of yous will end up merging.

Normally, that would end up people just dying outright when entering the abyss, since, you know, everything and anything is possible in this world. And that is where the leeway comes in. But… not for the likes that are naturally immortal.

When the abyss' host loses control, the abyss will try to devour everything that is Lutah. That has happened, but since time doesn't move naturally in the abyss, Maumar, the guy who is in charge of the thing currently in my timeline, will do anything possible to find the next host of the fucker.

And in case he fails, there are possibilities that he will always succeed. Those are and will be Lutah.

But in case I don't want any of the hosts that might be headache, I will hunt you here rather than make other mes have bothersome experiences.

And so, no matter what you do, there will be mes that hunt each… and every… last version… of you… until you are nothing more than a pile of flesh in this garden of dead worlds.

So, have fun for the rest of eternity here. I might come and chat with you sometime in the future, or the lack thereof. Time is funky here.

See ya!

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Hello, my suffering friend! Guess who came to talk to you now that he is bored doing stuff in the place you yearn to be. Me!

Hmm? You don't know what my name actually is? Well it doesn't matter. Call me whatever you want to call me. Or won't, since you don't have any method to speak or move anymore.

Think of me for the rest of eternity as a tormentor, judge, hunter, guardian, bastard, that son of a bitch. Whatever you wish to think of me as. These are just the names I hear people call me. There are probably more, but meh, I don't care to remember.

In the end, you'll just be here. Pinned down with these pikes that won't allow much movement. Because I like it like that. Seeing other people suffer. Sadistic nature and all that.

Have you met any other people here yet?... No? Well that is a shame. Maybe they'd mix something interesting from your body parts. But the fun part is, nothing ends here. You will continue to exist, even if you are a pile of ash.

But you know. I fancy myself a nihilist. You know what that is?

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Well basically there are few schools of thought in nihilism. But the core principle is that nothing matters.

With that, people either go for the depressed worldview that nothing matters, so why live at all and kill themselves or be something of a lunatic who thinks that since nothing matters, why not just do anything I want.

In the end, those two will be more of a depressed state than they are positive outlook. The other half can turn into elationist worldview where they do everything they want because of the fun of it. Again, many forms of interpretation in that school of thought as well.

But we are getting off track. The thing I want you to think for a second is that if I fancy myself a nihilist, then which side of the coin am I?

The easy answer would be the one that does whatever they want because nothing matters, but that wouldn't be the correct answer.

You see, my take in all of this is that nothing truly and honestly doesn't matter. And with that, I would like to tell you my most honest and earnest wish.

I wish that… the world will never, truly, end.

Which world I'm talking about feels to be interpreted however people choose. The main thing I want to make sure is that I want people to exist in a way that nothing matters. Continuing that existence as a thing that cannot end is the most fulfilling part for me.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm painfully aware of how this can be seen as a good thing resulting from a twisted way of thinking, and I get that, but don't be mistaken, in this world, there will be a version of you, my suffering friend, that will find itself suffering here. Now and always.

No matter who is born in Lutah, no matter who tries to infiltrate this place and become its true master, ALL will end up here. ALL will continue to exist. ALL will find that their lives that don't matter will CONTINUE to exist, because… of… ME.

And that, my suffering friend, is the thing I want you to know. Know that I will make sure you suffer here for the rest of Lutah's existence. Existence that I have no plan on letting end.

You who have to stay like this and suffer. You who cannot speak anymore. You who will forever more be wounded by my weapons. You… Won't… Find… Relief.