Post by DJ Merenth on Nov 9, 2020 18:27:55 GMT -5
When beings beyond intellectual grasp get bored, what do you imagine that they do? Well, this is a question that spans several millennia of times and dates, for millions of different universes and even parallel times. It is a question that every mind asks itself once or twice, depending on the situation, or even several hundreds of years for others. This among other questions like “Where did the life that we have, come from?” or even “Is there a greater power in the universe?” riddle the mind of those who want to try to unravel it in useless effort to appease their own selfish curiosity.
But one thing is for sure. There is something out there that has the power to completely alter time, reality and even the universe around itself or themselves. Something that is so omnipotent that even the wildest of imaginations couldn't fathom the intricacies of it. That's where the next part of this story comes from. This rather unfathomable power at work. On a planet, in a random part of a universe, that was simply a rock of dirt and water. This planet became the play toy of these beings. And we, as humanity, were made as a passing joke to them.
The first thing they did was present organisms to this rock, breeding and melding to forge and inspire the creations that were known as the dinosaurs. These creations were amusing to watch over for a bit, but none of them presented the type of intelligence that the beings were wanting to entertain. So they decided to wipe the slate and try again. Which then presented them with humanoid like creatures that showed promise. These creatures had a developing brain and were able to adjust and adapt to their surroundings. Cavemen. The absolute dregs of the world.
The beings found amusement in their futile efforts of living and reproducing to adapt to the ever changing world around them. After watching them struggle and attempt to live, the beings decided to spice things up a bit. It happened in a flash, and not a single humanoid being missed seeing it. Something covered the sun completely to the point of putting the entire planet in a perpetual darkness, and then strings of color and lights began to cascade themselves over the entire rock.
Every human creature who gazed upon these lights felt something caress their body. As if there was something standing before them and touching them in a caring manner. They felt something like an electrical shock, something they had never experienced, course thru their body and topple all who felt it. This night was, later down in history, known as the night of the dead. The deafening screams and blood churning roars of all who changed. Each and every being experienced a completely different pain. Some combusted into variations of fire, their skin sizzling in agony while others felt the continuous strike and mutilation of being struck by lightning non stop.
This perpetual night continued on for several days, and the echoes of the screams and pain could be heard across the planet. These beings must have had grins the size of the sun itself, watching these little creatures in pain and suffering. There were a few riddled around the planet that did not experience such agonizing pain, but of these few, only one man stood still, staring at the sky. His eyes glued to the colors that whispered by.
He stood still, not moving for the entirety of the event, and while he stared at those wavering colors, he could make out smiles, grins and other grotesque facial expressions on behalf of what was happening. The sounds of words being spoken, but not understood. Not at the time, at least. This mans eyes glowed with a faded golden hue, and he just stood there. When everything was said and done, the event finally stopped and the sun slowly started to peek past the object that hindered it before. The man still stood there even as others around him wailed.
“You alone… Will be the voice of reason… The power to stop all.. But the strength to do nothing. You will be the voice that speaks… The presence none can ignore… You… Are King…”
This entire statement was glue to his consciousness, even if he wouldn't understand what that statement meant until several hundred years had passed. After this enigmatic event happened, everyone who was affected from it found themselves incapable of dying. Being stabbed, chewed on by creatures bigger than them. Even by another who had awakened strange and new powers, they were unable to find the relief of death.
All these humans began to understand that they were something different, and those who were lucky, or unlucky depending on how you looked at it, to not be affected by the event found disgust and disdain towards these new beings. Soon, many of these humans broke off and separated from their own homes and tribes after being ignored and excommunicated from them.
As the years passed by, these special humans also began to notice that they didn't age as others did. Their skin stayed smooth. Their endurance and physique never changed thru the many years they lived. New tribes began to form around them and they began to test and use their powers, finding new ways to live and be themselves. New discoveries about themselves were enlightened, but not all these discoveries were fruitful. After several thousands of years living, they had developed enough to learn and speak, even documenting their findings.
The most prominent of the documents being what they tried to ignore. The inability to die. Regardless of the reason. They simply could not die. The second was that they were not robbed of their natural instinct and ability to mate. They were able to breed and birth, but the horrifying truth behind that was the fact that their children did not have the same immortality as them. When their child was born, it grew old and died as any other human would. This revelation was devastating to most, while some still tried and attempted with countless generations failing to yield any prominent information.
More telling information was discovered as they continued to seclude themselves and test, but there were many times that they simply could not hide from prying eyes. Thus legends and myths were wrought from their discovery. Soon, the world was filled with exaggerated myths and stories of their clans and individual people, making it harder for them to live in solitude. As the centuries continued to roll past, the clans adapted and accustomed themselves to the newer time, abandoning the older ones as they saw fit.
There were several thousands of these “Immortals”, but no one bothered to go around and find out just how many lived. We all knew we were part of a bigger thing, and not a single one of us forgot the night that changed us. It was etched in our minds. But now, in the present day of 2020, we still live. Why wouldn't we? I mean…. We can't die.
But one thing is for sure. There is something out there that has the power to completely alter time, reality and even the universe around itself or themselves. Something that is so omnipotent that even the wildest of imaginations couldn't fathom the intricacies of it. That's where the next part of this story comes from. This rather unfathomable power at work. On a planet, in a random part of a universe, that was simply a rock of dirt and water. This planet became the play toy of these beings. And we, as humanity, were made as a passing joke to them.
The first thing they did was present organisms to this rock, breeding and melding to forge and inspire the creations that were known as the dinosaurs. These creations were amusing to watch over for a bit, but none of them presented the type of intelligence that the beings were wanting to entertain. So they decided to wipe the slate and try again. Which then presented them with humanoid like creatures that showed promise. These creatures had a developing brain and were able to adjust and adapt to their surroundings. Cavemen. The absolute dregs of the world.
The beings found amusement in their futile efforts of living and reproducing to adapt to the ever changing world around them. After watching them struggle and attempt to live, the beings decided to spice things up a bit. It happened in a flash, and not a single humanoid being missed seeing it. Something covered the sun completely to the point of putting the entire planet in a perpetual darkness, and then strings of color and lights began to cascade themselves over the entire rock.
Every human creature who gazed upon these lights felt something caress their body. As if there was something standing before them and touching them in a caring manner. They felt something like an electrical shock, something they had never experienced, course thru their body and topple all who felt it. This night was, later down in history, known as the night of the dead. The deafening screams and blood churning roars of all who changed. Each and every being experienced a completely different pain. Some combusted into variations of fire, their skin sizzling in agony while others felt the continuous strike and mutilation of being struck by lightning non stop.
This perpetual night continued on for several days, and the echoes of the screams and pain could be heard across the planet. These beings must have had grins the size of the sun itself, watching these little creatures in pain and suffering. There were a few riddled around the planet that did not experience such agonizing pain, but of these few, only one man stood still, staring at the sky. His eyes glued to the colors that whispered by.
He stood still, not moving for the entirety of the event, and while he stared at those wavering colors, he could make out smiles, grins and other grotesque facial expressions on behalf of what was happening. The sounds of words being spoken, but not understood. Not at the time, at least. This mans eyes glowed with a faded golden hue, and he just stood there. When everything was said and done, the event finally stopped and the sun slowly started to peek past the object that hindered it before. The man still stood there even as others around him wailed.
“You alone… Will be the voice of reason… The power to stop all.. But the strength to do nothing. You will be the voice that speaks… The presence none can ignore… You… Are King…”
This entire statement was glue to his consciousness, even if he wouldn't understand what that statement meant until several hundred years had passed. After this enigmatic event happened, everyone who was affected from it found themselves incapable of dying. Being stabbed, chewed on by creatures bigger than them. Even by another who had awakened strange and new powers, they were unable to find the relief of death.
All these humans began to understand that they were something different, and those who were lucky, or unlucky depending on how you looked at it, to not be affected by the event found disgust and disdain towards these new beings. Soon, many of these humans broke off and separated from their own homes and tribes after being ignored and excommunicated from them.
As the years passed by, these special humans also began to notice that they didn't age as others did. Their skin stayed smooth. Their endurance and physique never changed thru the many years they lived. New tribes began to form around them and they began to test and use their powers, finding new ways to live and be themselves. New discoveries about themselves were enlightened, but not all these discoveries were fruitful. After several thousands of years living, they had developed enough to learn and speak, even documenting their findings.
The most prominent of the documents being what they tried to ignore. The inability to die. Regardless of the reason. They simply could not die. The second was that they were not robbed of their natural instinct and ability to mate. They were able to breed and birth, but the horrifying truth behind that was the fact that their children did not have the same immortality as them. When their child was born, it grew old and died as any other human would. This revelation was devastating to most, while some still tried and attempted with countless generations failing to yield any prominent information.
More telling information was discovered as they continued to seclude themselves and test, but there were many times that they simply could not hide from prying eyes. Thus legends and myths were wrought from their discovery. Soon, the world was filled with exaggerated myths and stories of their clans and individual people, making it harder for them to live in solitude. As the centuries continued to roll past, the clans adapted and accustomed themselves to the newer time, abandoning the older ones as they saw fit.
There were several thousands of these “Immortals”, but no one bothered to go around and find out just how many lived. We all knew we were part of a bigger thing, and not a single one of us forgot the night that changed us. It was etched in our minds. But now, in the present day of 2020, we still live. Why wouldn't we? I mean…. We can't die.