Мастер Исандер
Verse and Dimensions: Stories
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Prismus drifted towards the empty armor, as a body began to materialize from the hypercube. It took a form almost exactly like Hyperman’s, except that the face was an indiscernible mass of code. He bent down to pick up the reflective mask which was left behind. “Hyperman asked for me to continue where he had left. So, I shall honor that request.” he solemnly said, placing the mask over his face of code.
The Seventh approached The Hexagon Lords awkwardly. “So, about what happened…” he began to say. “-I’m sorry.” he finally mustered the will to say. The Hexagon Lords looked at each-other, and then back at The Seventh. One stepped forward. “You hurt us, Seven. But, I know that we may have also hurt you. If we saw the signs earlier on, we could have helped.” He looked down. “I know your son would have wanted this, so…” he looked back up. “If you would ever like, there is an open space in the domain ring for a heptagon lord.”
Seven was overjoyed at what he heard. “I…I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”
“No problem – just please don’t go crazy and become homicidal again.” Six replied.
Meanwhile, Gabriel was among the rest of Task Force Iris, looking on at the desolate warzone they had just fought in.
Gais slowly turned to Gabriel. “Despite everything I may have told you earlier…” he began, pausing as he had difficulty trying to force his next words out. “…I believe you have redeemed yourself for your brave actions.”
Gabriel was shocked. “So, does that mean I'm like, ‘back’?”
“I am not impressed by your gall to assume such a thing.” Gais began, before sighing in resignation. “-but I had been talking with the God Council, and we all are in agreement on what decision to make with you. So… yes.”
Gabriel nearly couldn’t contain his joy, and almost started jumping up and down while screaming like a little girl. But then he remembered that he was supposed to be a serious badass, so he just stoically nodded. “I humbly thank you. I will bring honor and glory to the Task Force’s name”
Apex then looked on at the armies below, and then back at the groups surrounding him. “I hate to break this up, but for the sake of Existence remaining stable and intact, nobody must remember these events.”The Supergod Council stood in solitude beside each-other. Despite their differences, and despite all their petty squabbles, in the end they had managed to put it all aside to save Existence – or at least as much as they could. Until slowly turned to the others. “Don’t think that my opinion of any of you has changed. You are all still just as insufferable and unbearable to me as before.” he said, pausing briefly. “But despite that, I think…you’re alright.” He looked out towards the distance. “One of the things that I was incapable of discovering with my Omniscience³, but always wished I could have known, was whether the council would succeed in its purpose, specifically by discovering if alternate versions succeeded. But with my Omniscience expanded to the level of the entirety of Existence, I was finally able to know.” “So, did you find out?” asked Logixel. “Of course not, idiot – I mean, no.” “Why not?” Conceptilum asked. “I chose not to. Because in our journey, I already found the answer out for myself – that we are capable of succeeding, and we demonstrated that through our actions here. And even if you are all imbeciles, you are nonetheless imbeciles with potential.” “Well, thanks…I guess…” Paradoxus said uncomfortably.
“What?” Unthil said.
“Like with the last war, knowledge of these events could cause an upheaval in the natural order. Therefore, all memories shall be erased, and everything shall be put back to as close to the status quo as possible.”
“But, does that mean everything was worthless? All our experiences, all our sacrifices, all the lessons we have learned were for nothing?”
“This is for the best, trust me. But fear not, for your actions indeed matter, and you shall eventually relearn all these lessons of your own course. I promise you this.”
“But how will mortals be able to hear of the glorious exploits of mighty Realitus, as he slew The New God?!” Realitus whined.
“You didn’t even fight him.” replied Logixel.
“Still!”
Apex turned to [REDACTED]. “Apply retroactive continuity now, if you may.” They said, before then turning to The Gatekeeper. “And you, return everyone to their native -verses.”
The Gatekeeper and [REDACTED] nodded, as they began preparing.
“Wait!” Paradoxus suddenly said. “Before we go, could you tell us your name?” he asked [REDACTED].
[REDACTED] paused, before saying, “My name is in-”
. . .
Dei looked up from the Inscripverse as she finished reading. The entire peralibrary had fallen dead silent, as the gathered audience absorbed the final lines of the story.
After letting her thoughts simmer, Dei finally spoke. “That…was…”
“No, the sacred text!” Dei cried out as the Inscripverse was taken from her. The crowd dissipated as everyone went back to their previous activities.“-Absolute fucking garbage.” interrupted Qorter, as he stood up and snatched the Insripverse from Dei’s grasp.
Qorter rolled his eyes. “Oh please, that was aynysys’ waste of an inscripverse filled to the brim with misinformation that a pygger with pi in its godsmoke came up with.”
“But Qorter, you say that about every inscripverse I read!”
“That was a great read, Sesand! It almost felt real!” Dei enthusiastically said.“No, I mean it. I instantly recognized the writing style as belonging to…” Qorter trailed off, as he wiped a patch of stardust away from the Inscripverse’s cover, revealing the author signature. “-for FUCK SAKE Sesand!” Sesand, upon her name being said, suddenly was startled awake. She sat up in her metaseat, some Pi falling from the godsmoke of her face. “Huh! I can’t sleep, I must finish writing the next entry, ‘The Lighting’!” She then looked up to see Qorter glaring down at her, while Dei smiled widely.
Sesand sighed. “Oh, you found it, didn’t you?”
Qorter’s eyes twitched with impatience. “Sesand, how many metatimes have I told you that I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING FANFICTION IN MY LIBRARY?!” He shouted angrily. He then turned to the nearby Elder’s fireplace and sadistically tossed the Inscripverse into it, watching with delight as it was incinerated. “There, now we will never be plagued by that awful awful trash again.”
Sesand sighed as she watched her hard work go up in Elder’s flames. What she had worked tirelessly to create for all who would listen, was gone just like that. “…Was it at least received well?” she meekly asked.
“Because I knew it would be found quickly. The Thunder was far too special for even the Supershelf. I wanted to keep it discre-” suddenly, Sesand was blown away by the blast of a gun, her constituent godverses scattering all over the library. Qorter stared down in disbelief at his gun. “Oh my Elder…I did it, I finally fucking did it!” He shouted, pumping his fist in triumph.“Nobody read it except for Dei, and she fucking despised it.” Qorter lied, not even mentioning the large audience that gathered. He was not yet done with his fit, however, as he began reaching for his gun. “I’m sorry, Qorter, I promise it won’t happen again.” Sesand said disenguinuously as Qorter began loading the gun, remaining nonchalant after all the metatimes she had been shot at and missed already. “Why wasn’t it put on the SuperShelf?” Dei asked Sesand as Qorter cocked his gun.
THE END
Tercil, who had been silently observing the entire metatime, casually stared down at the gruesome scene as she transcribed the events into a noteinscripverse. “First Supergod finally successfully killed by Qorter…plot arc of Qorter always missing solved…” She mumbled as she scribbled down the notes. At the end of her writing, she added in a lingering question mark, before closing her noteinscripverse and heading into the back of the library. She approached Xesi, who had been standing there. “The Thunder has been destroyed. Existence’s inhabitants remain blissfully unaware of its truth, and all their arcs shall proceed as naturally intended. Though, it was a shame that Sesand had to die for it – poor supergod had no clue what she was truly channeling.” “Why are you talking to me?” Xesi asked, narrowing her eyes at Tercil. “You can’t fool me, ___.” Tercil responded. Xesi was caught off guard for a metamoment, before recomposing herself, giving a look of understanding at Tercil. With that, Tercil turned away from Xesi, beginning to leave. But, she briefly turned back around to her, saying “Anyways, I thought you would appreciate that update. You know, ‘stability of Existence’ and all.”
The Recruiter paced back and forth in front of the group gathered before her. It consisted of entities from across all levels of Whateverse, carefully surveyed and selected. “We may have won the prior battle, but only by the thinnest of threads. There is no telling how we may fare in the war.” She said, a grim determination in her expression. “If victory is to be guaranteed, and if Existence’s safety and stability is to be preserved, then we must be prepared. And prepared very well.”
Several Dragons landed behind her, lined up as they stoically stood tall. The Recruiter turned to the group, directly facing in front of them. “Welcome, to the New Dragonguard.”
Jaga-Prabhu traveled The Barrelplex’s deep Nonexistence, feeling as though it had awoken from an endless slumber. Yet, it still felt asleep. The lines between life, death, dreams, delusion and reality were all blurred to it. It experienced all and none of these states at once.
Jaga-Prabhu finally arrived at its destination, finding The Rulebreaker and Ignotum.
Rulebreaker grinned upon the arrival of his “mentor”, that which had propelled his ascension and allowed him to reign anarchy upon countless Aspect Lords.
“And her?”“Welcome back.” he said to the being. “I should not have doubted that you would be successfully freed. You have certainly increased my impressment with you. And now that access to the lower realms is regained, the perfect opportunity has presented itself to us for The Plan to advance.” “Indeed.” Jaga concurred. Ignotum, also present, turned to them. “All of your rule-breaking and defiance has caused disruptions to these lower realms, however. Because of it, a mortal was able to defeat the one which freed Jaga.” Rulebreaker laughed. “That is not a concern. Pi was a means to an end. He could never have been among us.” “How many are in the alliance?” Jaga-Prabhu asked. “As is apparent, I finally convinced Ignotum to join, so that makes three in total so far.”
Everyone then turned to face a massive chaos. The collective whole of The Infinite Madness itself – their leader. They all knelt before it.“Oh, you mean ol’ Edie? She’s still trying to get out of the body of that organometallic chemist. But now with you here, I say we lend her some help…considering you’re essentially responsible for her having gotten that way anyways.”
The Aspect Warlord
Jaga-Prabhu, better known as The Aspect Warlord as well as many other names, escapes most forms of classification and description, especially by mortals. When attempting to describe Jaga-Prabhu, one finds that it is in fact easier to say what isn't known about it rather than what is. Even then, one isn't any closer to permeating the veil of mystique surrounding this enigma. Presented here is what little knowledge concerning the Aspect Warlord is known.
Jaga-Prabhu is an Unthinkable, predating metatime and residing beyond metaspace. The true power of Jaga-Prabhu is subject to debate, but it is not less than High-Barrelplexial. An agent of chaos birthed from The Infinite Madness, Jaga-Pabhu is the polar antithesis of everything that most Aspect Lords believe in and stand for. The Infinite Madness, and by a more immediate extension Jaga-Prabhu, seek to spread Destruction and Strife all throughout The Barrelplex, tearing it asunder with songs of suffering. And Jaga-Prabhu is the primary tool, out of infinite in the Barrelplex, used to achieve this goal. In particular, Jaga-Prabhu earned a notorious reputation as the most brutal and sadistic Unthinkable. Each segment of its form was adorned with Xaspunic armor created from the remains of slain Aspect Lords, which it wore as twisted trophies in much the way a hunter would wear the skins of their kills.
Before metatime began, Jaga-Prabhu nearly destroyed all of what The Barrelplex is known to be. However, a group of High-Barrelplexial Aspect Lords united to end Jaga’s crusade of terror, imprisoning it after a battle.
However, while Jaga-Prabhu may have been down, it was not out. During its battle with the Aspect Lords, large portions of Jaga's xaspunic armor had been fragmented and scattered throughout large regions of The Barrelplex. These remnants of xaspunum took on renewed existences as they formed into new Aspect Lords. Jaga's essence could still be felt through some of the xaspunum fragments. Through this, Jaga-Prabhu had one of the few only remaining connections to The Barrelplex and a means of influencing it, however it was impossible to directly communicate with any of the corrupted aspect lords. Thus, it was incredibly difficult for Jaga to effectively guide any of them to free it due to the restrictively subtle methods that were used. Almost every version of this corrupted Aspect Lord in the Barrelplex failed to free Jaga, not even coming close to properly freeing it.
And so, Jaga finally took a new approach. While imprisoned, it had semi-inadvertently contributed to the manifestation a parasitic race known as The External Hazard, after having encountered an entity called Najha-Tebah which had psychologically collapsed beneath the weight of its own knowledge. Due to this, an opening to external influence and corruption (especially by The Infinite Madness) had been created, and Jaga immediately took advantage of this, injecting lesser portions of itself into Najha's featureless expanding conceptual sphere of mindstate. As a consequence of this, Jaga-Prabhu shared a loose indirect link with Najha-Tebah. And so, through this partial influence, it assumed the guise of this being and The External Hazard as a mask, to guide one particular corrupted aspect lord…
Upon being set free, Jaga-Prabhu shall enact is ultimate plan and C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝ C̶̛̝̗̪̯̮̜̪̈Ó̴̩̰̤̗̮Ņ̸̦͍̪̃̎̔͠S̵̟̺̓̄́̀̍͘Ȗ̵̧̫͚̮͍̰͝͝M̸̖͇̅͆́̆͂E̶͓̳̖͚͈̿̇̇̾͑́ ̴͓̓̈͊́̇͊͜I̵̲͊̊T̴̩̹̖̊ͅ ̸̢̰̰̮͎͈̤͐̄̏A̴͖͋L̴͍̱̲̻͒̽̐́̈́̅̕L̵̡̝̝̻͉̳̣͐͝
P.S.
Verse and Dimensions is one of the Fire S Mythos branches.