An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

In search of porpuse

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = ... ....

....In search of purpose...

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The abyss...

A word rarely spoken, tenebrous and grim....fitting the nature of that prison. Yet not understanding the lengths of brutality that it really was.

Few remember who built the Abyss, even less know where is situated and what laid in the other side of the Tranxiot system that leaded to it.

What everyone knew was that after the age of extinction, when mortals and the divine fought against one another in a war for survival that after the defeat of the latter, they were sent down into this hellish pit. A one way ticket in which nothing acme back.

The first of many gifts that the Dark lord and the few surviving leaders of the war managed to grant what little remained of the world.

They would never hurt them again, the fallen could finally rest easy knowing that they were done for..

Angels, demons, gods...and every soul that had flocked to their side with the goal to wipe out the mortal races...

All together in damnation.

And so inside that dark pit separated from any reality and only tethered to the world by a small sanctum would remain trapped those vile creatures for all eternity, just as their judgement had decreed.

A punishment that for those affected by it had appeared irrelevant. And given their fickle, and violent nature there was some sense to such arrogant perception.

No matter how flawed it was without understanding the nature and inner workings of their prison.

They believed themselves the monsters that everyone feared, that they were safe from further retribution from their jailers in this forgotten place instead of being given the edge of a sword. They even thought in their arrogance that nothing but their fellow kin could rival them and prove a threat to them, that while trapped they could grow fat and lazy. That this was merely a momentary stop and that they could get out at any time

They were terror...

They were might...

They were without mercy...

But they were all deceived..., for there was no hope to be found here, no demon mighty enough to break through the barriers, no time for them to enjoy and bid their time.

They were their own jailers..., unwillingly and unknowingly feeding the darkness with their own essence, with every thought they took, with every action they did..they only made it stronger.

And with primal glee and murderous intent he was more than glad to dispel such silly notions from their minds and show them the truth.

The butcher was home and they were his cattle to do as he pleased.

So he gave them that...., a monster.

But one that they could never win or ran away from..., one that they could see coming, but never stop. Merely hide and whimper until they too were found. Most were defiant, some braver than most....but they all broke under his heel.

Their blood coated every step of the way as he had ventured through inverted mountains and endless pits where sanity was nothing but a foregone memory. Their broken bodies and mutilated limbs littered every nock and cranny imaginable, piling up into mountains of gore and guts. The starless, fake sky nothing but a mantle of darkness that enveloped for eternity every corner of this realm while acid rained down the blacken sharp rocks and dead flesh made forest of tentacles of former convicts who had succumbed to the touch of the abyss...