The Underground

There once was a dot.

A little hole hanging over the empty heavens.

Within it is a paradise of the dark, a beast hungrily devouring all attempt that the light made to illuminate its depth.

There resides all horrors that can be thought of and more. Irrational beasts of absolute madness and power, slumbering in deathless torpor untainted by light.

Yet not all of the hole's inhabitants are content with just lazing around and be within the dark. There are some within the pit of apathetic madness that wants to feel the light, to touch it, to caress it, and to own it. Those are the kinds can't be satisfied with just meaningless slumber.

So from the gap above, they descend into the brightly lit world below. Eyeless monsters born of death silently throwing themselves down into life to began another journey in vessels out of mud.

Within the light there is life. The living are alive within the light and they have been made realer for it. All things desires the light and so everything's living have to die. Happiness, despair, sorrow, and wanting all become a mixture for the eternity stewed within all that the light reaches.

Those of the dark cares not about those below them, they see only another land of darkness, a brighter darkness but dark nevertheless. They descend in waves into the light and spread their colour into all things.

So the light fought and lost, for there is no other outcome. No weapons could harm darkness and no words would sway the shadows. The light was consumed whimpering.

And so the dark consumes all.

The world now is buried underneath mineralized flesh of the fallen light. The beings of the dark has long since proclaimed themselves as gods and ruled over what's left of the slaughter.

And yet even within this abyssal world ruled by horrors clad in flesh, life still continues on regardless. The living who knows of death, mortals, simply acknowledge that there are now masters to bow down to and to whom reverence should be given.

The mortal races rebuilt their homes, rebuilt cities and tools out of flesh from the earth that entombs them. While the dark simply observes, content with watching the glittering lights of the cities made in their name.

But in truth, the dark has always been known to the light. And now prayers are not enough when divinity are within touch. There is no greater desire than desire itself. Hands extending to the heavens in hunger, let us pray away pain and become eternal.

A heaven of blood and immortality awaits.