Factory Reset: Divine Corruption

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Five: The God of Absences

The room further down was surprisingly clean, and above all else, undestroyed and unperturbed.

The room was larger than the upstairs, about the size of a large cafeteria, like the one on the Divine Intervention. It was filled with countless tables, desks and chairs, with holographic computers atop them turned off but still having a charge.

The tendrils of the God that resided on the planet took refuge in the corners of the room, pulsing in a violet light if Mason stared for too long at them. The God remained silent as Mason and his group furthered their venture inside, a passive observer.

The room had been cleared of any and all Bosonic Activity, or so it felt that way. Ja'Kle was let down by Mason, shivering as his paws came into contact with the cold hard floor. The moth shook himself, scattering dust across the floor as his wings shook with vigor.

"Rip-Cord, Bailout, can you look to find the data, please? Bathysphere, keep the light on. Just in case. Fallout, follow him." Mason directed, holding onto his boyfriend closely. He might have been invited inside, even praised, but he did not trust the God of the planet. Cthulhu was one thing, but he could at least see the Goddess' figure.

The protogen that Mason had commanded to search did as their captain ordered, beginning their search for the room as Bathysphere kept his lights on, standing guard with his hand on his stick, ready to defend the other two protogen with them.

"What are you the God of, then?" Mason asked the room, hoping to at least gain some new insight into how the Gods' functioned as a race. The room was silent for a moment, before the voice of the entity came through once more.

"The God of Absences, is what I am. Nyarlathotep, taken from a mythology on your old homeworld." The God, apparently Nyarlathotep, replied. Mason shivered at it's tone, but it's wording and reason for being named as such caught his eye.

However, he wanted to know what being the God of Absence meant first, "What does that mean, Nyarlathotep?" Mason asked, barely able to pronounce the name meaningfully. The God chuckled, and another cold shiver ran up every Protogen's spines.

"I am the paragon of all that is absent. Shadows, darkness, anti-matter, anti-energy. All that exists, I am it's absence." Nyarlathotep replied, it's voice gaining a darker quantity, "That may all seem the same, but absence is not binary. There is not just existence and nonexistence, you know."

As the God spoke once more, Ja'Kles legs buckled against Mason. The rabbit caught him as Bathysphere appeared worried behind him. He held out his arm, gently holding onto Ja'Kle as the God stayed silent.

Mason sighed deeply, holding onto the almost fainted Mosomarian before him. Mason clenched him tightly, rubbing his cheek against the moth's cheek, "And what about your name, then? How do you know about Earth, and it's... it's mythology?" He asked, attempting to feign unconcernment. 

"That is a good question, one that is unknowable, even to us." The creature responded from the darkness, it's voice growing just a tad higher, "We were born from that explosion, and with given life, we were given sapience and a shared language. One that you call 'English'."

"We are not all knowing creatures. We simply chose Gods as it best described us, mostly immortal beings in control over a primary substance. I was born as the God of Absence, and so were my siblings born the Gods, Goddesses, and Deities of their callings." It continued.

As Mason conversed with the God, his Protogen found the holographic computer that retained the information they needed. Rip-Cord was up, settling into the desk chair against the table that the computer sat on, his claw opening apart to reveal the cybernetics underneath.