Entropy

[Nozgoth 2897]

 

[Ambience]

 

 

Within a cold cellar wrought from thick stone sat an elf lamenting in silence upon his study. The walls of this cellar were lined with many shelves and racks, each one filled with jars containing all sorts of oddities. His presence was one of sorrow, and his eyes like the light of a dying star in the dark abyss. He outstretched a digit, clawing at a vial which shone in that dim room, within it was a curious green liquid, fluctuating with colour.

 

Another figure suddenly crept into the room, scoffing at the state of the elf. It was then that they noticed a peculiar jar covered in cloth atop the table, and their visage darkened like a storm looming over a calm ocean. The figure cascaded by the shadows of the dimly lit room spoke, the words sliding across his tongue like a foul hiss.

 

“So you wish to play GOD, hm?”

 

“You mean the one who you have never met, nor seen, nor heard? What do you know about GOD?”

 

“I know that there is no escaping it. Ever-watching, ever-listening. The GOD needs not to speak. That is the difference between you and I.”

 

“No no. You speak of entropy. That which will arise from the nothingness to destroy, and then to create once again!”

 

“Ah yes, entropy. You are not entropy. You are not the GOD… so stop this madness.”

 

“What better to do than honour GOD through imitation!” 

 

After that, there was silence. The lamplight waned, decreasing the light of the room even further. The very walls of the dungeon ached in despair. For they knew what was to come. Everyone did. Then, in that darkness, all that was heard was the sounds of machinery, the clinking of bottles, the scraping of otherworldly claws - he was back to work.

 

“No… oh no, no no no. You do not seek to do what I think you do. Oh GOD! Oh no!”

 

“Do not invoke it again. Lest ye wish for its reckoning sooner. You will not stop me.”

 

The elf continued at his devilish witchcraft, and to his satisfaction, the intruder had left. Its footsteps echoing off the corridors until they grew too distant to hear.

 

“His hands will pry through our veil, and his oh so holy host will wreak havoc upon our land! He will rip our star from its place in the vast abyss and swallow it whole! Oh! What wonder!

 

THIS is the enlightenment you seek! 

If you wish to find GOD, then DIE with HIM!”

 

The elf bellowed, his voice like a thousand knives as he called out to that figure who retreated from his domain. There would be no peace until he was with GOD. He will witness his day of awakening, and it will be glorious.

 

“... All I want… is peace.”, He’d mutter quietly to himself, returning to his endless lament.

 

Spoiler

edgyness

 

[Sorcerio 4595]

An onyx figure, garbed in ebony silk stared beyond the constraints of the Veil, plunged deep within pensive thought. And amidst the chorus of the wind, they uttered some ill rhyme; "To what end will man be restrained, to have all hope and essence preordained? We stand as watchers in the night, bearing hence some spiritual blight. What righteous salvation could ever be found?"

[Valannor 6345]

Amidst the gloom of a starry night, within a bastion of silver hue, that which had escaped the grasping jaws of death would look to the starry night, corporeal in its domain and tormented by the ever-present cacophony of wails. In its misery, left alone with its thoughts, it would muse thus; "What is God, truly? And to what extent must one go in order to reach such likeness?" That Raev hound would query of itself, grasping tendrils of phantasmal ilk coiling about its form, akin to a great serpent in their likeness.

 

"In an epistile to the sons of Joren, it was said that the hand of God is the greatest weapon that one may bring to bear, and that His word is the paramount strategy, beyond reproach by even the most fabled of mortal tacticians. Is God, then, to be found in the thrill and din of battle? Within the eternal war of the heavens and hells, shall we find our promised land, unveiled by the blood of Aengul and Daemon alike?"