Learning is a Process (1):The Art of Movement

Information flooded his mind as the incomprehensible became reality. One must keep in mind that he is just a newborn child; even if he is a child born from the Flux Plane, the Flux Plane is a plane of constant chaos, making accumulating power a process of pure luck. It took eons just to birth a frail, wounded teenager in the lowest realm of existence, the Realm of Demons; in fact, this was a miracle in itself. Considering this, being birthed with significant intelligence would have taken an unfathomable amount of time.

However, he mustn't be underestimated; eons of accumulation of power is nothing to scoff at. His potential is immeasurable, and his learning speed should be as well--it is only a matter of time until he will be able to form complex thoughts and contemplate abstract ideas.

At this moment, however, he must learn using the sensations all others use to learn: pain and pleasure.

As he awoke, despite the information-overload, there was one feeling which trumped them all: overwhelming hunger; pain! As a newborn, he had no device like language to express himself. However, if he were able to convey what he was feeling in words, it would probably be somewhere along the lines of: "AHHHH!"

In a frantic bout of insanity, he flopped about on the ground, like a fish out of water. He wanted to eat; he wanted to eat so badly that it was the only thought he had (although he wouldn't have had many other thoughts anyway). But, alas, he could not move.

Walking is something which takes time to learn, and, frankly, he was not feeling like exploring his possible methods of mobility; how could he know that walking was the most efficient way to move? Therefore, he somehow managed something which no other man had, inventing a new way of everyday-movement.

Throwing his arms upwards like a raving lunatic, he laid on his side and started rotating his body like a wheel, effectively executing the low-end gymnastic technique, "log roll." Like this, he started rolling about, getting proficient frighteningly quickly.

In fact, he was rolling at the speed of a swift cyclist.

However, he soon encountered an issue: there was a bump in the road.

Not a bump, actually. An insurmountable mountain! It loomed over him, threateningly, as if seeping with hatred. He, for the first time, felt utter malice. How dare this mountain stand in his way? But how should he climb it? It's nearly 11 inches tall!

Despite what appears to be a uniquely-stupid level of stupidity, he actually still held on to some very strong instincts. In fact, his instincts were... different; he could sense flux at a fundamental and subconscious level. While this might not sound like much, one must realize that this is something which other beings are unable to do; perhaps they may be able to sense flux subconsciously, but what he is doing is not only sensing the flow of flux--he is also predicting it, predicting the ebb and flow of chaos.

In a sense, he has accidentally began to comprehend the inner-workings of fate.

As such, he knew, somehow, that the direction he was going had food; he could not turn around, his life depended on it! Therefore, he had two decisions: invent a way to circumvent the rock, or invent a way to scale it. He chose the latter. The reason being he already accidentally stumbled upon this technique when he woke up, somehow yielding a successful method to surmount this one-foot mountain.

Thus, he flopped like a fish over the rock--appearing as if he were a dashing carp leaping over the dragon's gate.

Having succeeded in defeating his first ultimate challenge, he continued, gaining speed as he went along the downwards slope. In fact, if one didn't know better, they'd think he'd lost control. Especially since the glossy cavern floor happened to be made of hydronite, a common ore which happens to repel heat and also attracts plenty of moisture, making it extra slippery. If one still didn't know better, they'd also believe that his frantic flopping signified his inability to slow down and his fear of crashing.

But of course not! Actually, he thinks he still has control, and is flopping because this "water-slide" is a very exhilarating experience; it just excites him that much. So much that he almost forgot about the horrendously painful hunger.

Luckily, he was just about to meet his first lunch.

At the bottom of the slope was an impish boar, which found this cavern's coolness to its liking. Living at the bottom of the demonic food chain, impish boars have an anthropomorphic figure, with horrible slouches and long front legs, instead of arms, which are very muscular. They are most often very fat and don no tufts of fur due to the hot climate of the Demonic Realm. They are docile creatures, which actually are nearly harmless and exist at the bottom of the demonic food chain. Oftentimes, they can be found frolicking in cool caverns filled with hydronite.

"CRASH!"

And at a speed of approximately 100 miles per hour, the Son of Chaos crashed into the defenseless impish boar, utterly decimating it as it broke his fall.

Dinner had finally arrived. Who would have thought he would have had the luxury of a freshly-slaughtered meal!