1 Of Eldritch and Avatars

Okane found himself suddenly lighter, he was no longer feeling the weight of sinking under the sea. He was still floating but it was... less painful so to say.

He opened his tired, aged eyes. His face was filled with wrinkles and signs of stress.

Only to be met with something words cannot explain.

"GREEDY CHILD"

It spoke. Okane shivered.

"DO YOU WISH TO LIVE AGAIN?"

Okane couldn't even eye it suspiciously as much as he wanted too, he simply had no way of knowing, he feels as if just looking at it was doing something that he can't explain.

Okane has never felt so confused, perhaps even schizophrenic.

"Where exactly do I live again?"

It appeared to move, or whatever it did, Okane still did not know.

"A WORLD WHERE MONEY DOESN'T RUN ALL THE WORLD"

Okane snorted, a world that doesn't run on purely money? Unless he was forced to live his life from the beginning of time, it was impossible. He added in his thoughts that even a world riddled with extraterrestrial beings would run money.

Any sort of currency would run it's individual world, it was that simple.

"IT IS NOT THAT SIMPLE, GREEDY CHILD"

Okane recoiled in shock, apparently his privacy was being breached.

"Anyways, I don't exactly know why you would choose me out of everyone but if you're looking for a money addicted individual with no limits, then as long as you give me the maximum profits I will agree"

"INDEED. THEREFORE, GREEDY CHILD, YOU WILL BE MY AVATAR"

Okane raised an eyebrow, an avatar could mean many things, one of them is losing control of his body, but then again, he didn't think it was even planning to take his body.

It didn't look like it needed an old man's body at all.

"Avatar?"

"GREEDY CHILD, I WILL ALLOW YOU TO DO AS YOU PLEASE IN THE WORLD I AM ALLOWING YOU TO RELIVE YOUR LIFE ON. WITH CERTAIN CONDITIONS"

Okane gave himself a minute to think, he was pretty much dead before and he doubted that it will allow him to return back to his previous life. Plus, he was being given a chance to relive his life and if he was right, it's conditions would extend to something like... recognition? Or massacre?

"I accept"

It was worth it, he was given the maximum profits by being allowed to do as he wishes.

"VERY WELL. MY FIRST CONDITION IS THAT YOU WILL SPREAD FEAR IN THE NAME OF YOG-SOTHOT, YOU WILL OVERTAKE EACH AND EVERY OTHER RELIGIONS AND REPLACE THEM WITH MINE, THE CHURCH OF YOG-SOTHOT"

"Money can do that"

"MY SECOND CONDITION IS FOR YOU TO NOT SPEAK OF THIS EVENT, OR YOUR TRUE ORIGINS. OTHERWISE I WILL SMITE YOU WHERE YOU STAND"

"I accept"

"LASTLY, AS I SAID, YOU WILL BE MY AVATAR AND IN ORDER FOR YOU TO MATCH WITH THE VARIOUS POWERS OF THAT WORLD, I WILL GRANT YOU MY SEED"

It spewed a disgusting black tendril coated ball, said ball landed directly on Okane's chest but he refrained from acting against it because it was obviously something beneficial.

Suddenly, the tendrils mouth raped him.

"skfoofcokf jeiwhhhayd!"

Okane grabbed his throat and squeezed really hard, he did not wish to be deep throated by a disgusting shit. However, he could not deny it, his lungs eventually gave up, he felt the tendrils crush his insides, go out his eyes as blood and black pus dripped from all his orifices. He felt his heart be crush to paste as the seed took it's place and eventually, he felt his body shrink, he slouched body reverted to it's original size with the aid of perfected muscles.

The black tendrils ripped his body apart and using it's appendages stitched it back up, giving him a ragged doll like appearance from foot to head.

His cheeks had stitches in them giving him a unappreciated glassglow smile.

And the most worrying part was his where his chest laid. It was replaced by a ball thumping ball.

"Fuck! What is this!? What did you do to me?!"

It replied with 2 words.

"TRUE IMMORTALITY"

And suddenly, the naked and weakened Okane saw his vision swirl, colors mixing and matching and sheer confusion and insanity flooded his mind.

It was knowledge of the world.

And then he was propelled by a strong force. He felt himself fly and crash among hot stars, he felt himself burn over and over again only to be stitched and fixed by the black tendrils that replaced everything inside him. He no longer felt human.

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After a long time of non-stop flying in space. He felt his body crash into the sea. It took him a few minutes to regain his sense of danger, his sense of death only to be replaced once more by the feeling that he really wasn't human.

He should be drowning but Okane felt fine. He should've felt his lungs be crushed by the force of whatever it was, but nothing.

After staying in the same position for an hour, Okane willed himself to think about money...

Money.

Money.

And thus he swam up. He wore no clothes but the sight of his new perfect body filled him with a bitter pride. He was never one to spend time in the gym for he saw it as wasted money.

Okane soon got his head out below the waters. He revelled in the sunset and he felt a rippling laughter from deep inside his guts.

"ALL THAT I'VE WORKED HARD FOR IS GONE! IS THIS WHAT YOU HAVE CURSED ME INTO?!"

He kept laughing and laughing and laughing.

"WELL IT WAS FOR NAUGHT! I HAVE GAINED ANOTHER CHANCE AND THIS TIME I TRULY HAVE NO MORE TO WORRY! NOR IS IT MY LIFE, NOR IS IT EXPERIENCE! I HAVE IT ALL! AND THE ONLY THING I'M MISSING..."

Okane grabbed his throat and sharply inhaled.

"MOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEY!"

He screamed with extreme glee.

And perhaps, a tinge of loneliness.

He was a stranger of this new world he found himself within, but Okane would never recognize these feelings, for him the greatest love is money and the greatest friend is money.