The Uncreator's great dwelling place, where the impending resurgence of the Red Flame is diligently upheld. It is a massive floating palace of silver, with streams of fiery red light adorning every edge upon its angular structure. Many proper spires erect from the outermost perimeters, each of them bending inwards to the center to emulate the shape of an immense torch, the brightest glow of crimson shining in their midst from a source that cannot be seen from the ground below. From above, the source of the glow can be observed: a great orb resembling a blood-red sun, constantly moving and churning like the surface of the ocean in a storm.
At the base of the Monolith, a spectacular staircase fans out from the wide-open entrance gates, descending all the way to the ground as if to welcome anyone to enter. And indeed, anyone is welcome... particularly those who seek rebirth.
A heavily damaged Epsilon, blind and with only one working limb, drags itself toward the Monolith unknowingly.
The Monolith towers before him, a strange low hum emitting from the bottom few steps of the staircase like a beacon.
He hears the sound and drags himself toward the steps. He attempts to speak, but the only sound that comes out is a high-pitched whine which he quickly stops.
The Monolith towers before him, a strange low hum emitting from the bottom few steps of the staircase like a beacon.
He hears the sound and drags himself toward the steps. He attempts to speak, but the only sound that comes out is a high-pitched whine which he quickly stops.
Once he reaches the bottom step, the hum gets further away... now resonating from steps halfway up the staircase, acting as a guide.
He hears the sound and drags himself toward the steps. He attempts to speak, but the only sound that comes out is a high-pitched whine which he quickly stops.
Once he reaches the bottom step, the hum gets further away... now resonating from steps halfway up the staircase, acting as a guide.
He gropes around, finding that it is a staircase. He reaches up, and with some difficulty, drags himself up a step. He lifts his hand higher and repeats the process, pulling himself up the stairs.
Once he reaches the bottom step, the hum gets further away... now resonating from steps halfway up the staircase, acting as a guide.
He gropes around, finding that it is a staircase. He reaches up, and with some difficulty, drags himself up a step. He lifts his hand higher and repeats the process, pulling himself up the stairs.
As he climbs, the hum continuously moves up the steps and away from him, guiding him to the top. When he reaches the great doorway, a very deep hum successfully paints an audible picture of the entrance itself. A voice rings out from the walls, calm and cold.
"What lost individual has dared to enter my dwelling? An intelligent creation of power... or a broken piece of equipment?"
He gropes around, finding that it is a staircase. He reaches up, and with some difficulty, drags himself up a step. He lifts his hand higher and repeats the process, pulling himself up the stairs.
As he climbs, the hum continuously moves up the steps and away from him, guiding him to the top. When he reaches the great doorway, a very deep hum successfully paints an audible picture of the entrance itself. A voice rings out from the walls, calm and cold.
"What lost individual has dared to enter my dwelling? An intelligent creation of power... or a broken piece of equipment?"
It tilts it's head, 'looking' around with it's ears. It turns toward the source of the voice. It attempts to speak once more, but all it manages is a single tone. It quiets for a moment, and wonders if the entity before him knows morse code. It lets out a series of beeps in the only tone it can produce. The series corresponds with morse code for 'I can think'
As he climbs, the hum continuously moves up the steps and away from him, guiding him to the top. When he reaches the great doorway, a very deep hum successfully paints an audible picture of the entrance itself. A voice rings out from the walls, calm and cold.
"What lost individual has dared to enter my dwelling? An intelligent creation of power... or a broken piece of equipment?"
It tilts it's head, 'looking' around with it's ears. It turns toward the source of the voice. It attempts to speak once more, but all it manages is a single tone. It quiets for a moment, and wonders if the entity before him knows morse code. It lets out a series of beeps in the only tone it can produce. The series corresponds with morse code for 'I can think'
Apparently he is understood.
"As can the populace of the Great Beings' Robot, but that does not grant them an ascension beyond being mere tools, built for a purpose to which they are bound. What do you hope to gain by wandering blindly across the land? What do you seek?"
It tilts it's head, 'looking' around with it's ears. It turns toward the source of the voice. It attempts to speak once more, but all it manages is a single tone. It quiets for a moment, and wonders if the entity before him knows morse code. It lets out a series of beeps in the only tone it can produce. The series corresponds with morse code for 'I can think'
Apparently he is understood.
"As can the populace of the Great Beings' Robot, but that does not grant them an ascension beyond being mere tools, built for a purpose to which they are bound. What do you hope to gain by wandering blindly across the land? What do you seek?"
The Epsilon props itself up on an arm and releases a series of beeps once more. I seek restoration, first.
"As can the populace of the Great Beings' Robot, but that does not grant them an ascension beyond being mere tools, built for a purpose to which they are bound. What do you hope to gain by wandering blindly across the land? What do you seek?"
The Epsilon props itself up on an arm and releases a series of beeps once more. I seek restoration, first.
"Then it seems your journey has reached a moment of rest."
The angelic form of The Uncreator materializes before Epsilon, and although his blindness prevents him from physically seeing the entity's presence, the doubtless ambience of raw power filling the room should serve as a hint. That, and the cold voice has stopped resounding from the walls and is now coming from a single point ahead.
"You are the one they call Epsilon? I am The Uncreator. I will restore you."
A vortex of purple and black forms at the base, as Excidia walks out. In her 'Fallen Angel' or Angel of Death form, she flexes the tattered wings. "Perhaps I will alternate between this and the Spider." She muses to herself. She gracefully walks up the stairs, her wings held back as she hums an eerie tune. She pauses, to take in the majestic view of the blood-sun, as she grins. She walks up, with renewed zeal. Her demonic tail swings. Her Hematite Mask retreats back into her head, forming a ring covering the back of her head. Her obsidian armor with swirls of violet and silver and the occasional scarlet. Her ruby eyes twinkle, all four of them. As she ascends the stairwell, she ponders on what being would've made such a beautiful citadel.
The Epsilon props itself up on an arm and releases a series of beeps once more. I seek restoration, first.
"Then it seems your journey has reached a moment of rest."
The angelic form of The Uncreator materializes before Epsilon, and although his blindness prevents him from physically seeing the entity's presence, the doubtless ambience of raw power filling the room should serve as a hint. That, and the cold voice has stopped resounding from the walls and is now coming from a single point ahead.
"You are the one they call Epsilon? I am The Uncreator. I will restore you."
"Then it seems your journey has reached a moment of rest."
The angelic form of The Uncreator materializes before Epsilon, and although his blindness prevents him from physically seeing the entity's presence, the doubtless ambience of raw power filling the room should serve as a hint. That, and the cold voice has stopped resounding from the walls and is now coming from a single point ahead.
"You are the one they call Epsilon? I am The Uncreator. I will restore you."
The Epsilon turns it's head toward the Uncreator.
Yes. Thank you.
Epsilon would feel a strong grip around himself as he suddenly leaves the ground, being hoisted into the air. He is carried through the Monolith's vast hallways until reaching a specific room, where The Uncreator would appear to be already waiting.
"The proper alloys will be swiftly gathered. Afterwards, you may tell me what you wish to be restored to."
A vortex of purple and black forms at the base, as Excidia walks out. In her 'Fallen Angel' or Angel of Death form, she flexes the tattered wings. "Perhaps I will alternate between this and the Spider." She muses to herself. She gracefully walks up the stairs, her wings held back as she hums an eerie tune. She pauses, to take in the majestic view of the blood-sun, as she grins. She walks up, with renewed zeal. Her demonic tail swings. Her Hematite Mask retreats back into her head, forming a ring covering the back of her head. Her obsidian armor with swirls of violet and silver and the occasional scarlet. Her ruby eyes twinkle, all four of them. As she ascends the stairwell, she ponders on what being would've made such a beautiful citadel.
She meets no opposition or question on her way up the staircase, but once she reaches the great entry hall, the latter is inquired by a voice that resounds from the chamber itself. "Excidia... for as little time as you have spent upon this world, you have already made a very particular name for yourself. I have observed your bizarre rituals. But what gain do you hope to find by venturing here?"
Epsilon would feel a strong grip around himself as he suddenly leaves the ground, being hoisted into the air. He is carried through the Monolith's vast hallways until reaching a specific room, where The Uncreator would appear to be already waiting.
"The proper alloys will be swiftly gathered. Afterwards, you may tell me what you wish to be restored to."
A vortex of purple and black forms at the base, as Excidia walks out. In her 'Fallen Angel' or Angel of Death form, she flexes the tattered wings. "Perhaps I will alternate between this and the Spider." She muses to herself. She gracefully walks up the stairs, her wings held back as she hums an eerie tune. She pauses, to take in the majestic view of the blood-sun, as she grins. She walks up, with renewed zeal. Her demonic tail swings. Her Hematite Mask retreats back into her head, forming a ring covering the back of her head. Her obsidian armor with swirls of violet and silver and the occasional scarlet. Her ruby eyes twinkle, all four of them. As she ascends the stairwell, she ponders on what being would've made such a beautiful citadel.
She meets no opposition or question on her way up the staircase, but once she reaches the great entry hall, the latter is inquired by a voice that resounds from the chamber itself. "Excidia... for as little time as you have spent upon this world, you have already made a very particular name for yourself. I have observed your bizarre rituals. But what gain do you hope to find by venturing here?"
She pauses. "My my, someone who knows me. I assume this is a compliment, or at least not an insult?" She pauses. "I am not sure if I am correct, but you are The Uncreator, yes? I seek a purge, a cleansing of this world and all others, and you have the power to do that. My kind was obliterated, the Great Beings left are too resourceful to just stay dead. So, I seek an alternative. I seek elysium. Regenesis. A cleanse."
She meets no opposition or question on her way up the staircase, but once she reaches the great entry hall, the latter is inquired by a voice that resounds from the chamber itself. "Excidia... for as little time as you have spent upon this world, you have already made a very particular name for yourself. I have observed your bizarre rituals. But what gain do you hope to find by venturing here?"
She pauses. "My my, someone who knows me. I assume this is a compliment, or at least not an insult?" She pauses. "I am not sure if I am correct, but you are The Uncreator, yes? I seek a purge, a cleansing of this world and all others, and you have the power to do that. My kind was obliterated, the Great Beings left are too resourceful to just stay dead. So, I seek an alternative. I seek elysium. Regenesis. A cleanse."
"From what I have gathered, the 'purge' after which you chase is comprised of boundless darkness, with no small measure of destruction as accompaniment. Unless my collective sources have misunderstood your intent? Or perhaps... you have misunderstood my own?"
She pauses. "My my, someone who knows me. I assume this is a compliment, or at least not an insult?" She pauses. "I am not sure if I am correct, but you are The Uncreator, yes? I seek a purge, a cleansing of this world and all others, and you have the power to do that. My kind was obliterated, the Great Beings left are too resourceful to just stay dead. So, I seek an alternative. I seek elysium. Regenesis. A cleanse."
"From what I have gathered, the 'purge' after which you chase is comprised of boundless darkness, with no small measure of destruction as accompaniment. Unless my collective sources have misunderstood your intent? Or perhaps... you have misunderstood my own?"
"My purge? You misunderstand my intent. I am seeking to clean this world of the impure, those vile Great Beings and all of their lecherous spawn, at least, immediate spawn. Thus the Pure can thrive. I may have also misunderstood your intent, so, may you enlighten me?"
"From what I have gathered, the 'purge' after which you chase is comprised of boundless darkness, with no small measure of destruction as accompaniment. Unless my collective sources have misunderstood your intent? Or perhaps... you have misunderstood my own?"
"My purge? You misunderstand my intent. I am seeking to clean this world of the impure, those vile Great Beings and all of their lecherous spawn, at least, immediate spawn. Thus the Pure can thrive. I may have also misunderstood your intent, so, may you enlighten me?"
"Mine shelters no grudge; I seek to burn away the dark pit from which sin is birthed... across the entire multiverse. There will be no more sadness, no more anger, no more envy. Suffering will not exist for the populace of all worlds. And if anyone should think themselves worthy of salvation anytime before the judgment, they may come and aid me on my way to it. Doing so will grant amnesty from reckoning, among other great rewards. Take the extinction of the gluttonous Great Beings, for example. Their absence would not be noticed--for all any being would know, they never even existed."