61 49. Descent

Shadows loomed around the distant cosmic horizons laying prelude to greater danger.

The skies covered in darkness foresaw their coming. They're whose name stood profound in legends. It brewed the wake of a coming disaster on the world.

A world fickle as paper, soft as mush chained by the mortal gods in a time where their influence was quite high.

They saw and heard. Their screams, their agony proliferating through their ears. Still, ignoring them would be a folly on its own.

The lower level outer god, demiurge watches through his mirror. He stood as the only existence, parallel to Jesus, himself. However, for his ill repute among the mortals, he remains forever banished in a distant realm.

Forever, standing and waiting for something interesting to happen. An outer god, a speaker of blasphemy and heralded by evil. However, he was no evil, indifference marred his steps.

Worlds crumbled as new timelines formed. From his space he watched a miracle impossible by mortal hands be formed.

Life crumbled into thousands of shards. Screams forgotten till eternity, clocks moved in reverse.

"Impossible"

Demiurge was a creation with a duty to watch the universe from the outer boundary between the worlds and in front of him was an absurdity of limitless bound. He thought if any primordials had broke through and sought change or not?

Then again the distant presence of Alaya was enough to tell him this situation was not out of her knowledge.

'Then why isn't she stopping it?' A question hitting his mind.

That's when he felt it. He wished to enter using this distraction but that's when he realized the reason for this disturbance.

Small invisible chains bounded the entirety of the universe, bonded to Alaya, herself. The possibility that it was all Alaya doing would be imminent. If not the chain itself crossed the dimension and into shub-niggurath's territory.

This however confused him, mostly?

Old gods have no regard for mortal pleasures. Even if they lived or died it wouldn't matter. Unless a cosmic change would unfold and the devastation would be enough to hinder their own pleasures.

'Or is a game being played and I'm not invited?' A cruel smile formed in his demented face.

Demiurge was a creation of the olden gods since the creation, his duty was to watch. Observe the lower lifeforms and divulge their stories to fulfil their morbid curiosities.

Centuries earlier, when gods roamed the world they created the boundary in order to stop their interference. Whenever they descended onto the mortal plains, destruction was soon to ensue. Immortals cared not for the living, they cared too for their twisted games.

Blood and intestines filled the streets. Gods taken as slaves and used for their entertainment. But then those gods eyed a bit of the primordials forbidden knowledge and ascended to become a true god themselves. since then they created this boundary and banished all those primordial out of this world.

The ones who gained this knowledge became the new gods and from them, a new line took a start.

Satan created his own faction in an imaginary alternate plane known as the underworld. God, himself the fake progenitor of Nadox lay claimant of its old place. The system was never theirs and so errors began to form and gave birth to the fallen angels.

Still, the old ones are kind. They remain merciful as their sole entertainment was on the line. Then, again, these small concessions were never for humanity's benefits but for a greater objective.

'The soul shard as they call. Wearier men have sought their call' a fragment harvested by Alaya using humans life to power the system. That's showing her power lies with the universe and dies with it.

Still, granting them pleasures of living just to harvest them after their death made her entire 'kind heart' scheme all the more laughable.

The archaic system where the primordial used gods. Now the gods used it on mortals.

'Is it the same unity they had seeketh or is their greed enough to blind even beings that were granted the power above life and death?'

Then again he was sure to join.

Chaos was his calling and if he the great Yealdaborth can't even relish pleasure out of it what kind of evil god would he be?

And so Demuirge descended onto the world.

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I'm thinking of writing a pokemon fic. Hear me out, the world of pokemon is tough and savage. Some girl got violated and our hero starts his journey there. saving the girl having ero-ero scenes and finally getting his starter and going on a journey.

However, this won't be a smut fic just him and his pokemon surviving in a dangerous world. and if your still not sold than there you also get a selena waifu at the end.

Lastly, took time to write as I had to scrap some drafts and start over.