Some Weird Thing with Rough Version of Deity-ish Characters

A very abstract scene with a rough version of a sort of deity thing. The story with them is constantly changing and morphing in my head, so this is very outdated, but I still like how weird it is.

The General’s footsteps resonated not on the floor that wasn’t.  To you, anyways.  The hoards of Lessers cleared away in the obscurity so he had a clear unclear path all the way to the “bed” at the center of the Space.  The candles were unlit; the glow in the center reserved for different times was gone.  The “bed” area looked the same as the rest of the room: unable to be seen, by you at least.  Not that this mattered to one who Saw All That Was There, regardless of light bouncing around or not.  He stopped at the end of the “bed” and “stared” forward, face still and usual.

To his whim, the “bed”’s end lifted itself up, revealing its underbelly, the true purpose of the thing’s existence unveiled.  Literally.

A thing like glass or crystal, but might not’ve been glass or crystal, was what the “bed” truly was.  It was water inside, pure water with some Power.  But the truly important thing was the True Body within, empty but for memories waiting and just enough power sustaining.  It remained like what humans think a statue, but instead with a face clear of emotion, an unnecessary face that might as well not be there at all for its lack of usage, even with what should be inside.

Oh, but he of course knew all this.  This was in his Knowledge.

His own usually-unused face seemed to crack open and splinter and open into, in some human terms, a grin.  It was the type of grin that nothing, not even the most completely Evil thing any human could think up, could ever even begin to attempt to fully recreate.

He let his arms move forward, hands becoming almost one with the glassy thing.  His body was moving as well, but only to become close as he would get before touching water.

          His Infinite Conscience traveled Infinity for a moment, and finally settled on something he could make into a sound.

“Sleep well, my pet?”

What, you were expecting something more dramatic?

His hands made a movement you couldn’t even see with perfect lighting and a microscopic-looking-glass-thing, and the container of water moved around and back.  The water knew to not move except to push the Body gently forward from its protective cocoon into the arms of the Darkest one.  He accepted the given and laid it on the floor.

“It took me barely a spark to hit upon your coffin,” said he, “but Existence as a whole is so very tedious to search all at once.  Your Self is dormant and shielded by homogeneity.  I need the containment of your container.”

The Body answered not, but he continued.

          “A Shock for the Reanimation,” he summed up.  “I, this I am ravenous for.  You, this you shall be ravished, and be forever starving.  You best…”

          He known sometimes as the Beast thrust unto his prey all that which filled him, and emptied him; and pleasured him, and hurt him; and gave unto him, and took from him all that he was, but wasn’t.

          And he laughed, for the irony.

 

 

And:

 

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The Weakest Woke.

 

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She sat on her bed and worked, unaware.

 

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She stood outside and something was there, or not there…

 

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She was coming to something…not right…

 

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The World Wailed.

 

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No End.

Author's Note

You have to read this kinda carefully to sort of get what the heck everything means. Again, it's quite abstract and you have no background as to this, so don't worry if you don't get it.