An End to Our Story

Prologue and Chapter 1

0-The world as we know it:

The world is a strange place. More so recently than it had been before, according to the learned and educated. They speak of such nonsense that the ground we stand upon now, is floating up above the real world. They reference moldy texts and tattered maps of places that surrounded the land. What does it matter what used to be here? Clearly they can see it is no longer so. They can fathom no explanation for what brought this strange reality to be; none that don't involve Egodus.

She or it rather, is the immeasurably powerful being that rules over us. We are often reminded of its presence when it proclaims its position of itself over us in its mocking tones. Our lives are upset by some mischievous and otherworldly prank daily. When a particularly amusing accident occurs from these interventions, a loud and resounding laughter pierces everyone's head. Many have been driven to a similar madness by the chaotic laughter. The madness is all consuming and leads to purely violent actions. Many people have lost lives, loves, children and family because of this, which only brings even more cackling from the witch at the center of our world.

My hate for this life, for everything that came from this existence was getting the better of me. Only recently has my family recovered from the loss of my father. Officially we tell the others that he became a victim to a more lethal intervention from Egodus, but the truth is beyond shameful. The haunting chuckle broke him. He lost everything in his head and began to attack me and my brother. My mother struck him fatally from behind, but not before we were irreversibly scarred. My brother more so than I, Sven was crippled, losing all use in his right arm. I nearly lost myself; I don't know what held me together.

I became reclusive to the point I even shunned away my brother who needed me most. I was cruel and elusive to my closest friends. One day I found myself overlooking the very edge of the world, looking down into the white nothingness below and out into the light blue of the morning sky. My thoughts raced back and forth between before and after my father succumbed. I then looked back over the past few days of my altered life. All I could do was laugh. Not a joyous laugh, but more the sound of a child caught between adulthood and childhood slipping between the cracks into something worse. That is when the world just disappeared.

1-Reasons:

In the moments that felt like an eternity and a half, a voice broke the silence, teasing my conscious with a soft dim light shining infinitely further and further away. It was a familiar voice, but that brought me no comfort. It was soft and feminine, but seethed darkness with every syllable.

"Oh child of darkness and hate, I see you've finally discovered yourself amongst the sickeningly optimistic filth around you."

The voice grates against my very being, eliciting every ounce of anger from my body. But my body is lost, wandering somewhere else outside of the black abyss I now reside. The gentle light now burns my conscious now that I know from who it shines. It dares to draw nearer and nearer.

"Come now child, this eternity has begun to bore me. The sorrow is no longer sweet on my tongue. The once symphonic screams and moans of agony are now dulled by repetition. The rush of touching everyone's life with a tinge of frustration has become a dull sensation. I require something of you..."

The light had dimmed on its approach. It now revealed a silhouette, something unmistakably human in shape. This beast's shape is an affront to nature, something so inhumane bearing a human form. I used every part of my will to change this nightmare, to look away from the sickening creature but I wasn't strong enough. She truly was too incredible.

"Don't fight it. Think of this as your destiny. Like one of your little fairytales you loved as a kid, remember them Griff?"

The faintest of giggles escaped her. This cruel witch used my name, used my very past against me. She has no right, not even being a god could give her that right. What little of my vision burned red with anger and a sickening concoction of other emotions. It faded almost instantaneously when I saw Egodus.