Eternal
All you life the odds have been against you and you’ve always struggled against them.
As weak as you are right now, you’re not going to give in or lay down for the whims of some so-called “god.”
The fact that he’s giving you a “choice” indicates that perhaps he isn’t as all-powerful as he claims. You’re going to take your chance while you can.
Mustering up all your strength you attempt to cast another spell at the death god. This time you actually manage to get a flicker of flame appear in your hand before it goes out. Between the combination of attempting such a feat and your life energy already draining at a rapid rate, you collapse face first to the ground.
“Shit…” you say feeling like you’re going to lose consciousness.
As you lie helpless on the ground, the death god floats over to you. You can’t stop him.
“That was a very silly thing to do mortal, looks like I severely misjudged your character and you are indeed a fool. Ah well can’t be right all the time.”
Continuing to be defiant you struggle to reach into your side sheath where you keep your dagger. You manage to pull it out half way before your strength completely fails you and you can’t even move any longer.
“See now you’re just embarrassing yourself.” The death god replies.
“Fuck…y…”
You don’t even get to finish that last comment when suddenly your body experiences unimaginable pain. Whatever injuries or tortures you may have experienced pale in comparison to this. You are experiencing death, but not just your own. You are experiencing the death of everyone you ever killed all at the same time.
As you go through this agony the death god speaks.
“You know under normal circumstances a person like you goes to the Infernal Realm. Land of demons and such. Can’t stand ‘em myself, most sensible beings don’t, but if there’s one thing they do well that’s torture the shit out of people for all eternity. Well…normally that happens anyway…”
You aren’t even paying attention to what the death god is saying to you, the image of every single death is filling your mind and you can’t shut out the physical, emotional or spiritual anguish you’re experiencing. You can’t even cry out and you’re bordering on madness.
“However that’s not what is going to happen to you. Oh no. I know you. You’d thrive in such a place of adversity. You’d probably find a way to break free and even give those demons a run for their money. You were already involved in killing one demon lord after all. I have to admit, that was a nice one, but I ramble…”
At this point the words “pain” and “agony” are no longer adequate words to describe what you’re feeling. “Living Hell MIGHT come close, but the death god continues to speak.
“No Eternal, you are going to a place where your suffering will be legendary even compared to the infernal realm. Where the laws of the universe don’t even apply. It is a rarity that is usually saved for immortals, gods and other such beings of power when they really fuck up. I suppose it is impressive that as a mere mortal you’ve managed to achieve such a thing. However this is no reward, this is your own doing Eternal.”
At last scream out and suddenly everything goes black for a split moment and your surroundings change severely.
Everything around you is wrong. Your mind cannot comprehend the utterly bizarre things about you. In fact you’re not even standing on the ground, you’re floating throughout some sort of fluid space.
You see grisly parodies of various people you’ve known. They all taunt and hurt you in ways that you never thought possible. These mimics then will melt into disgusting things like hordes of oversized worms and maggots which will proceed to crawl all over you. As you float helplessly you can feel vileness, enter every orifice of your body. All of your senses are assaulted at the same time and the smell, the taste, the feeling, the sight and the sounds are all indescribably awful.
Every once in a while strange tentacle creatures float nearby and assault your body and your mind even worse than the mimics. Other times the very plane seems to do the same thing. Sometimes you are completely ripped apart only to be reformed again and not always in the correct way. You go completely insane, but never to a point where you no longer care or are bothered by the horrific experiences you are enduring.
There is no defense, no hope, and no escape from this living nightmare. Your mind shattered, your body broken, and your spirit crushed, you continue screaming having no other choice but to suffer your eternal torment.
As weak as you are right now, you’re not going to give in or lay down for the whims of some so-called “god.”
The fact that he’s giving you a “choice” indicates that perhaps he isn’t as all-powerful as he claims. You’re going to take your chance while you can.
Mustering up all your strength you attempt to cast another spell at the death god. This time you actually manage to get a flicker of flame appear in your hand before it goes out. Between the combination of attempting such a feat and your life energy already draining at a rapid rate, you collapse face first to the ground.
“Shit…” you say feeling like you’re going to lose consciousness.
As you lie helpless on the ground, the death god floats over to you. You can’t stop him.
“That was a very silly thing to do mortal, looks like I severely misjudged your character and you are indeed a fool. Ah well can’t be right all the time.”
Continuing to be defiant you struggle to reach into your side sheath where you keep your dagger. You manage to pull it out half way before your strength completely fails you and you can’t even move any longer.
“See now you’re just embarrassing yourself.” The death god replies.
“Fuck…y…”
You don’t even get to finish that last comment when suddenly your body experiences unimaginable pain. Whatever injuries or tortures you may have experienced pale in comparison to this. You are experiencing death, but not just your own. You are experiencing the death of everyone you ever killed all at the same time.
As you go through this agony the death god speaks.
“You know under normal circumstances a person like you goes to the Infernal Realm. Land of demons and such. Can’t stand ‘em myself, most sensible beings don’t, but if there’s one thing they do well that’s torture the shit out of people for all eternity. Well…normally that happens anyway…”
You aren’t even paying attention to what the death god is saying to you, the image of every single death is filling your mind and you can’t shut out the physical, emotional or spiritual anguish you’re experiencing. You can’t even cry out and you’re bordering on madness.
“However that’s not what is going to happen to you. Oh no. I know you. You’d thrive in such a place of adversity. You’d probably find a way to break free and even give those demons a run for their money. You were already involved in killing one demon lord after all. I have to admit, that was a nice one, but I ramble…”
At this point the words “pain” and “agony” are no longer adequate words to describe what you’re feeling. “Living Hell MIGHT come close, but the death god continues to speak.
“No Eternal, you are going to a place where your suffering will be legendary even compared to the infernal realm. Where the laws of the universe don’t even apply. It is a rarity that is usually saved for immortals, gods and other such beings of power when they really fuck up. I suppose it is impressive that as a mere mortal you’ve managed to achieve such a thing. However this is no reward, this is your own doing Eternal.”
At last scream out and suddenly everything goes black for a split moment and your surroundings change severely.
Everything around you is wrong. Your mind cannot comprehend the utterly bizarre things about you. In fact you’re not even standing on the ground, you’re floating throughout some sort of fluid space.
You see grisly parodies of various people you’ve known. They all taunt and hurt you in ways that you never thought possible. These mimics then will melt into disgusting things like hordes of oversized worms and maggots which will proceed to crawl all over you. As you float helplessly you can feel vileness, enter every orifice of your body. All of your senses are assaulted at the same time and the smell, the taste, the feeling, the sight and the sounds are all indescribably awful.
Every once in a while strange tentacle creatures float nearby and assault your body and your mind even worse than the mimics. Other times the very plane seems to do the same thing. Sometimes you are completely ripped apart only to be reformed again and not always in the correct way. You go completely insane, but never to a point where you no longer care or are bothered by the horrific experiences you are enduring.
There is no defense, no hope, and no escape from this living nightmare. Your mind shattered, your body broken, and your spirit crushed, you continue screaming having no other choice but to suffer your eternal torment.
