Sic

"So you're telling me that this 'eye' is actually an eye of a deity?! Damn, how am I even going to retrieve that…"

"'Deity'? Hmm… maybe to primitives. Wait, the records did say that primitives worshiped the Altside…"

"So, gods are real here?"

"They are no deities, ancient. They are just creatures born from the Sic reservoirs. They may seem godly to you primitives but are simply beasts that have inherent Sic mechanisms."

"What's this 'Sic' you speak about?"

He plain stared at me. No motion. 

"...expected. 'Sic'... it is… unrefined complex and compressed physical form of knowledge. They mine it all around Altside. You could say Altside is Sic."

Hmmmm. Pretty crazy.

"Great. So, where are we going?"

"Where am I going? To Bonek territory capital. They are, and my only customers."

Bonek?

"Bonek?"

"Another of the primitives" He scanned me. "Must be after you Cleansies' time."

"Pfft, I'm no clean."

"You are. Don't have these emitters, do you?" He pointed at the ground; when in the same fashion a xenomorph would appear in low graphics, a transparent slab of square emerged. I stopped dead in my tracks, because I realized he was fucking hologram!

"Future rules, huh?"

…

Black, asymmetrical and metallic gloss. That's the only thing I could see before me. Like an intricately sculpted box of glossy iron, it was pure black. The space around this monolith was pure silence, like it breathed sound for a living.

Then, the huge entrance receded. And, golly, it was bustling.

Mustache dropped the bag on a slab. And, it fucking started floating. 

"There, Ancient. We have arrived at the citadel. One piece of advice before we part ways: Never insult the circle." 

"What? Wait, you're gonna just up and leave me alone?!"

"...What else should I do?"

"I don't know maybe, explain what's happening around me for instance." I point at the disfigured beings roaming around me. The humanoids were walking motifs of black and white.

"Primitive… I can't help if you're a freshie. As long as you 'think', you will learn in due time."

He left.

I had to start with conversation.

"Hey."

The humanoid glared at me.

He opened his snout and barked, "SCOOT PRIMITIVE, I AIN'T TALKIN' YOU LOT!"

Oh, c'mon. Hostile environment, shuck it.

…

I ended up in a crevice. Black ink flowed everywhere and the place smelled of laboratory. 

Hungryyyyyyyyyyy

The cape tastes salty.

That's right, The mushroom! I gulp one down and lo, it delivers what I expected.

…

Brother becomes demon, kills sweetheart. Vows vengeance and becomes queen of a wandering tribe. Establishes a dynasty that conquers and becomes a huge empire, all built around and on top of the tomb of her sweetheart and prison of her demon brother. For aeons, numerous have challenged the demon but have never won. This is the punishment that the sister has granted to her brother, to kill and kill, and become a monster that can never die.

…

Woah, fuck.