I WATCH FROM THE SEA OF NULL. THE MANIFESTATION OF MY DIVINE JUSTICE NOW WARPED AND TWISTED. OUTGROWING ITS CREATOR AND DEMANDING MORE AND MORE AND MORE...
MANKIND IS NOW DEAD. HELL LONGS FOR BLOOD. AND HEAVEN IS FULL.
NOW IT TURNS TO THE SAINTS, THE PURE AND THE KIND. A BLOODBATH WILL OCCUR BUT I CANNOT BRING SALVATION. IN THIS SHELL OF REGRET I PONDER... SHOULD I TRY TO MAKE AMENDS? SHOULD A MAN DEEMED AS ABSOLUTE TURN BACK TO ACKNOWLEDGE HIS OWN MISTAKES? IS IT NOT TOO LATE TO STOP THIS IMPENDING DOOM? IS IT NOT LATE FOR ME TO RIGHT MY WRONG?
COUNTLESS HAD SUFFERED BECAUSE OF MY UNJUSTFUL WRATH AND YET MORE ARE TO COME. I MUST ACT QUICKLY AND DECISIVELY TO UNMAKE MY OWN MISTAKES, BUT I CAN NOT FULLY RIGHT MYSELF IN THIS SEA BETWEEN UNIVERSES.
I WEEP AND WEEP. THE TEARS THAT FELL CREATE STARS AND GALAXIES. I CRY OUT IN FEAR AND SORROW. THE ECHOING CRIES BECOME THUNDER AND LIGHTNING.
WITH A FRENZY, I SEARCH AGAIN AND AGAIN TO FIND A UNIVERSE UNTAINTED BY THE INFERNAL GRASP OF MY CREATION. AND WITH A STROKE OF LUCK, I FIND THE KEY TO THE ABYSS.
REMEMBERANCE. IN THE LAYERS OF MY DEMENTED CREATION IS A LOCK DESIGNED TO SEAL OFF THE WRETCHED FORCE OF HELL. NINE OF THEM ARE SCATTERED ACROSS EACH LAYER. BUT I CAN NOT SEEM TO PENETRATE THE ELUSIVE GUISES OF HELL.
IS THERE NO HOPE FOR ANY OF US? IS THIS THE END? IF I CAN NOT KEEP HELL FROM SPREADING, WHO ELSE WILL?
HELL WILL TAINT ALL SOULS THAT ENTER ITS REALM, AND EVEN MANKIND'S MOST FABLED CREATIONS HAVE SUCCUMBED TO IT. AND NOW, EVEN I CAN NOT BRING MYSELF TO KILL IT. FOR I FEAR DEATH. DEATH OF ME AND THE WORLD ITSELF...REALIZING THAT ALL HOPE IS GONE, I SINK EVERMORE DEEPER INTO THE DEPTHS OF GRIEF, THE ABYSS MOCKING ME AS I FALL.
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A machine's guide to Divinity
FanfictionViolence, Fraud. All gone. And with Treachery soon to follow. The machines are decimating everything in its path and Hell itself is on the verge of being wiped out. Or so it seems. Hell was aware of its layers being destroyed, but it didn't care fo...
