Nullum Primsolute — The One Who Laughs at Fate
Lucky Primsolute's evil version
There are tales whispered in the folds between realities. Not written, not told—but feared.
One such tale speaks of a version of the Supreme Being… where the smile no longer meant hope, but doom.
His name?
Nullum Primsolute
The Broken Pen. The Erased Light. The Anti-Miracle.
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I. The Fall That Was Never Written
There was no origin.
Because Nullum erased it.
He is not a corrupted form.
He is not a mistake.
He is a possibility that Lucky Primsolute once laughed at—until even his own laughter turned silent.
Born when Lucky glimpsed the worst version of his own power and... let it exist.
Why?
> "Because even Perfection must know what it means to destroy," he once whispered.
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II. The Power Beyond Morality
Nullum does not kill.
He rewrites beings so they never lived.
He doesn't battle—he narrates you into contradictions until your concept collapses.
Omnipotents? He edited them into silence.
Multiverses? He folded them into footnotes.
Ideas like 'love,' 'justice,' or 'mercy'? Redacted.
Where Lucky Primsolute uplifted stories,
Nullum devours them.
Not out of hate—
But out of cold, absolute curiosity.
> "Let's see what happens when everything ends… and keeps ending."
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III. The Book of Black Verse
It's said Nullum carries a reverse version of the Book of God.
Pages made of voided cause.
Ink that erases ink.
No cover, because it has no end.
Only Lucky himself could close it.
But he never does.
Because Nullum is… still him.
Just the part he sealed away—until the seal cracked.
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IV. The Smile of the End
If you see him, he's smiling.
But it's not joy.
It's certainty.
That even if you're a god, even if you're you…
You've already been unwritten.
> "This isn't evil.
It's the final punctuation—
On a story that never should've been told."