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Underneath the rough bumpy surface of the frosty Pacific ocean, schools of silvery fish flutter their slendery fins from side to side, moving water onto water creating lift as they try to loosen up and live their simple lifes.

For the big-eyed fish, there is no exiting subject occupying their smushy consciousnesses other than food and that overpriced child reproduction, with of course: the most fertile female out there.

They are so impassive...

...Miles, upon miles beneath the small swimming fish, a ball of rock moves over the reefs and consumes with its pores like a vacuum the microscopic insects that fish feast upon. Mother has been known by its close finders as a rocky orb of charcoal the size of a small city that has kept on rolling for centuries upon centuries, sometimes even sleeping in her revenge-filled journey, resting like a lion inside the small rocky refuges of the Obtese; stupid things that evolutionated from the most advanced things to simple lava mounds.

Today mother is joyous and animated with crystal lights adorning its curves as the bittersweet festival deep sea has begun. Gifts are usually given by every elemental mom each year, but this year is special for mother.

Firegods walk near...their forged flesh would serve as a catalyst for all mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, uncles, kids, babies and their leader the...Untyting. Mother opens her mind like a computer does to a hard drive with intermixed intervals and her ringed pores covering her body made with arsenic and little winding cords of plutonium wrinkle. The hydrogen particles connected on the oxygen particle that makes up water vibrates.

The volcano standing below dissapears into the growing darkness. Time slows down as liquid seeps out of the pores and meets at the bottom of mother...a tiny drop of purple intermixed with a dark green falls enters the gaping mouth of the freezing volcano. The underground tunnels rumble. Mother shines dimly, the bewitched lines carved wildly through her surface by The Olden Lord's blaze with a sparkling primeval potency.

It is broadly known that animals of all species are always attracted by bright translucent lights. For these silver fish...it does not apply, as their slippery forms bathed in the bright sunlight begin looking down, mesmerized from miles upon miles away. All of them near and away of mother begin flapping their fins rapidly at an angl; at a different direction, so they can begin their journey towards the dim esoteric light. It may have seen as strange at first, but they knew, they sensed a greater power, something so sweet and captivating...

An ascended creation of the timeless tea. A tear that would give the world to the one that took it.

The scales on top of mother shine brightly, and silently the giggling form of a bluish cute slug forms from the black dust in the water. Small may the giggling blob be but with a shine in its scales, heat in its now forming pulsing heart and a fast agitation in the surrounding water, the slug is a god in its own right. Its name is Forg, it is a passive passerby that was a skeleton queen of an unknown civilization in its past life. To say the truth the-s--sfadf- and so the universe died. Consumed__u -sdf0 s- eaten.

The small draconic slug starts bouncing. A mouth forms on its surface and snaps down as slug teeth are formed and covered in plutonium. Using it's newly found chomps, the slug opens it wide snorting deep and hard, its head flushes crimson at the epicenter and a rich beam of blue light flows from its forming jugular to its eyes, coming out from its forehead into the outside water.

The beam is dim at first but increases in heat and toxicity the farthest it is away from mother. The beams direction?:

The floating bottom of a metal monstrosity...a white naval carcass.

Gods...Devils...immortals…seers...reapers...givers of life...conquerors of time.

Above south of the dim light, a ridiculously big yacht with sharp-blue edgy steel fences, wooden shining boards, and a massive flag pictured with a floating dog floats on the surface of the sea.

This great yacht has been designed to be the exact size of two Vison Massifs or just 10 kilometers. Gargantuan can't even describe the yachts enormous figure that even dawns on 20 knock nevises.

Truthfully the yacht is a true marvel of its time, one of the most beautiful things created by the rich Chinese.

Not that the Chinese actually made it.

Who knows how it even functions in the cleaning, maintenance, dusting department or how an old man bought it, and then sold it, then bought it for 1% the original price but he did and he did such an infuriating ruse like a walk through the park. The sun looks down on the monstrosity and slowly, the white metal beauty drifts, away on the blue peaceful seas that never end and seem to go forever.

A glum human just at the middle cut-open section of the yacht, which would be the rear deck, weak and wrinkled at the eyes and mouth looks down the edge of the boat with deep mindless eyes.

"Wǒ tǎoyàn qián."

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"I hate money."

With sweating fingers and a cane filled with eyes and runes that flow like waves, the old man groggily moves to the side like a dancing penguin in some exotic park.

"Dàn zhìshǎo wǒ dédào zhège, yīnwèi tā...Qián kěndìng shì kě'ài de."

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"But at least I got this because of it...money sure is lovely."

His fingers begin to dry as they trace through the sharp blue edge that is part of his boat's fenced ledge, one of the poor little safety measures made by the designers of the yacht. The man's blue eyes dart down and he his mouth opens wide "Pilkuro!!" The visible fish below jump and twist around in surprise as they swim away quickly, but for another reason...a darker one.

A light as blue as the sky burning everything in its path to the bones.

The old man knew that something was wrong when those fish did that but as he was in the pinnacle of his career he did not care. He was too high up in the clouds to be brought down by logic and so he raised his gaze towards the sky with a bored look plastered on his face. Many things where to be done today, even though he was one of the most organized people he knew, It was draining, and every time he felt stressed he looked at the sky, imagining what that blinding star in the distance would sell for in the market as a joke. He also hit his daughter to relax, but that is beside the point.

"Stors are...what?" The man barks as he suddenly focuses on what he is looking at and becomes conscious of the strange clouds covering his priced star. In all his years he had never seen such strange clouds that had rough bumps here and there...it was almost as if this was not a cloud but a floating monster...he had to check what this strange clouds meant.

--"Bǎ wǒ de dōngxī gěi wǒ."

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"Get me my things."

The soothing quaking of petty moving legs hitting the cold wooden ground makes the old gramps look at the sky with determination...determination to not those imaginary profits...his brother would be proud.

--“Yī chǎng nàojù huì shì zuì hǎo de, nàme wǒ zhēn de kěyǐ dédào wǒ de lìrùn...yīgè huǎngyán”--

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"A farce would be for the best, then I can actually get my profits...a lie"

With his body almost reaching the pinnacle of his forties. It is predicted by his family that he will steadily lose strength from the limbs, up and fall from the mountain he has built; a mountain of resentment and antagonism. He will know the pain of being despicable right at the point he hears the knockings of the afterlife. But that is when he dies...as he is 61.

Not the best news for his daughter.

...

A skinny old man with nothing but his boat and a helpless sweet daughter have been traveling the seas in search of adventure for eight years. Seeing the world for what it is, has brought the skinny male many heavy profits from lots of slave agencies...but for his daughter, it has mostly been children...lost ones at that.

The greedy thing looks down in pain.

--"Tāmen huì shuō shénme?"

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"What will they say?"

The man has a dark shiny beard that got its luster naturally, combined with a shaven white head that makes him look old as death itself and an arched back.The 5 foot 3 grumpy gramps is a freelance reporter who works far in the east, living off the rich pockets of Asia's collective contribution. As he now stands Infront the deck of his boat, proud of all his achievements he bites his lower lip, as he's proud of everything he has discovered...

BUT this terrible, horrifying, ghastly last one.

The boat suddenly creaks and cracks, rattling violently to the sides. His young daughter a skinny 24-year-old, with black long shining hair, watery brown eyes, skinny and with this strange charm on her neck almost falls over and hits the tip of her big forehead on the edge of a wooden box with the black words: -Take your daughter today or leave this.- printed on it in Arabic.

"Tā mā de!" The girl exclaimed loudly to the 7 seas. From what she seems to remember this has never, ever happened before, but never take her word for the truth, after all, she has been taught by the best for fourteen long years, the other 10 were when she lived with her tortured mother. Her old father opens his mouth wide as he sees this and shakes his head in disappointment. He had surely not taken her out of that high school society and brought her to sea, away from her mother so she could say fuck, like if she was some...rat.

The man's face twits in disgust at the thought, also she almost broke his expensive equipment! Does she know how much that camera and wooden box cost?

--"Bǎochí wěndìng"

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"Hold it steady."

The man said calmly but still quite mad with his face still red. Taking a seat down on a wooden crate that was filled with cans of food, the man began waiting for the people behind the camera to respond to his texted request and see what he had to announce, the faster, the more money he might save.

All the same...all of them forged fates. All of them born as slaves.

Imbecile

In China at N.J.E headquarters, a well-dressed man about 83 years old covered in a refined black tuxedo and grabbing a black metal walking-stick, strolls into a generic daily-news report, calmly gazing at the camera a few meters away from him with disgust.

--"Wǒmen yǒu quán shìjiè de guānchá...Yu readi?."

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"We have the whole world watching."

The man said. With folded arms behind his back, he looked around at the people behind the huge cameras pointed at him and sighed. What the hell are these idiots doing? His mouth quirked, as he leaned back like the old narcissistic man he was and shouted at the top of his lungs.

--"Nǐ dàodǐ zài zuò shénme? Qù dǎzì nǐ shǎguā!"

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"What the hell are you all doing? Get to typing you fools!"

The faint tappings heard from the blind angle of the camera started to increase and become louder, swifter...almost stupid, and even stupider as the ones typing were stupid themselves.

...

The man in the deck of the yacht took hold of his neck and accommodates his yellow pocketed jacket, exhaling out and taking a bite out a cooked fish before putting it to the side in a thin metal disk and licking his lips. Right now, he is looking directly at a triangular device with a speaker at the side and a bright...alive red beeping at the center. "Yu readi?" An old sour voice comes from the speaker. The man in the boat separates his legs and takes a microphone from the inside of his yellow jacket. If this was the last news report he would do...alive...

The old man moves the microphone to his mouth and starts talking high-grade bullshit into the metal holed round receiver. "I'm sorry for the late interruption to people of the world. My name is Yung Leseng, one of the great masterminds of the actual world that has studied what makes earth atmosphere tick, and I'm terrified, abhorred to tell you...that out here in the seas of the Pacific, we have: our daughter and me," The bearded man raises his shaking gaze just above the eyes of the camera, to the eyes of her daughter and does a thumbs up with his frail thumb.

The man's daughter turns the big beeping camera to her face and smiles playfully, she then slowly turns the camera back to her waiting dad. "have found a storm that we estimate will cover half of the w-Agh!" The man's brown eyes go to the back of his head, and his head rebounds on the floor with a smack. His daughter gripping her fist's walks to the unconscious man, her eyes deeply entertained with the man's broken camera and his nose crooked to the side.

The man's daughter stops before the person who she knew as her father and swings her leg scarred by scratches and nibbles. "AH!!!!" The man's daughter yells as she kicks him again. "AH!"She lowers, takes off the jacket of her father and searches through the pockets. "I found you...stupid." She carefully presses a button And she is off, as the number of the device her father designed to destroy his yacht begins counting from 5 minutes down.

"I just hope what...ugh was going to talk about is a lie." She looks up quite concerned and sees the gathering rocky grey clouds filling out the sky.

It's starting here too. Paris. London. America. Africa, Asia, everywhere!

...

Just above the great white yacht, high up in the sky. The grey dusty clouds grown fat and plumpy from the blue oceans below spreads deep and long like a soft blanket over the horizon. Like a god, it starts covering all nations and great seas, all of the known and unknown like...a virus infection. Slowly a rough vinyl white starts painting the grey clouds and gradually give it a fluorescent glow.

The colored clouds high above the earth shift and darken, as they vomit large gifts of pain, descents. The gifts land like meteorites with explosions on the green valleys, colorless cities, great oceans, disgusting government edifices...a dull boat with a panicking girl. The boxes land with a thud and wheeze like a broken record, they brake open with a light so bright, so concentrated...and so they expand their influence all over the planet, entering every living soul like an elastic juice and making them remember their pangs of hunger, their faults, their dreams, the last time they were free.

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But what was unexpected, was the descent that landed in front of a brown haired teen standing in some kind of beach. The apparatus connected. What the decent did not know was that the human standing in front of him was chosen by fate. The decent roared with the frivolous energies inside of it, trying to push away the unknown influence until it got absorbed into the nameless teen. Trees began emerging from the ground like pillars, growing towards the sky with such a viciousness and instability.

The teen looked up and raised his arm...and so water started to fly towards the sky like marbles of transparent glass.

...

The clouds shiver in fear at a strong influence attacking it and start to weep silvery crystals, as its silently drained away like a sharp frigid powdery gas. Yet, it can't...it won't give in.

You have no choice.

Hope...HOPE!

Particle by particle the hope-filled gas flies extremely fast, kilometers upon kilometers above the blue oceanic earth, The gas lands a little closer than a satellite would and so it begins being pulled back by earth's gravity, but something on the inside awakens and pulls the matter that makes up the universe around it, purple spikes of electricity start coming out of the universe's wounds.

The growing nebula of white gas stops drifting towards the earth and stretches turns into a titanic long glassy spiral. The purple electric spikes shoot off into the center of the glassy vortex, changing it, as it takes but a second for it to start condensing itself and slowly become a great ball of white pulsing veins; a complex hive mind, a thing that expands for thousands of kilometers over the planet...just above the epicenter of the earth.

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He has seen and has taken an interest in you...everything will change.

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As the second's pass, the sleeping earth shifts and revives, opening distorted doors in its heart; invisible tunnels that sprout out of it and attach to new worlds...beyond the confines of this universe.

The fabric of the universe begins shaking furiously at earth's defiance, and so it happens. Far away in space just near Mars: the great red giant, two deep holes appear, one is the size of the moon, the other is small as a city.

Frighteningly the space around those dark holes starts to form huge wrinkles. Piece by piece the space separating reality of reality becomes fragile and thin. Suddenly, space furiously rips open around the dark holes like a thin cloth, and from the unknown millions upon millions of sharp arms come out, many that are encased in blue aqua light, mana for short.

The dark holes begin turning brown and dirty, as the arms become sentient and frantic, madly reaching for the white collection of veins.

The two met with a loving kiss...

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Space around the root of the arms wobbles and flakes apart, space ripples as its invaded and recreated to make a sound. "Weave must got back."...Slowly eight figures form from space itself, grey floating dust, into bone, feet, mandibles and then into a brown grubby flesh. The eight things formed into exactly incomplete humanoids; creatures born and trained for the mass murder of reality from the very veins of the tyrant.

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The gods of the underworld or mostly known as weaklings.

...

The one in the middle grabs onto its outstanding sharp bulky jaw as if he was about to rip it out of its spot, and little by little he begins bending a little, trying to keep the pain of taking a new form, from swallowing him whole and make him be sent back into management. It's back bloated like a balloon and begins popping, and popping continuously, exploding like fireworks but with skin. The strange blood coursing through the mad creature's veins brakes free from its confines and invades space like a fast-spreading pool of black and blue paint.

The back of the creature calms its raging popping and swelling and slowly takes the form of gaping maws, traps that attract particles of light into them, things that seek nothing but pure ancient revenge. The process is quick and swift. "In-o-to-po-ko." The creatures start repeating the same words, just like a chant or more precisely a call into the beyond.

The full shown yellow spine of the creature in the middle breaks apart into little sections and forms into a pair of golden serrated teeth. It gurgles as if it had water and slowly vomits like a gun tendrils of a black liquid that curve and fly all over the place, some of those space shuttles sized tendrils even land on our precious fading earth...

The brown skin of the deformed, piglike creatures flutters and ripples with the spacial winds, as their arms raise and bare their pink muscles that they have for hands, they smile and show their pink teeth. They have only a mouth, arms, legs, and blue glowing eyes. Their skin is loose and shows fat, instead of their showing their thin but solid muscles.

Blood starts coming out of their jaws and eyes. The blood twists in space and expands into millions of circles, looking as rifts of some kind...I'M ALWAYS! The growing crimson watery like ovaloid portals, start glowing blue at the edges and begins releasing from the arms down, piles of creatures the size of our great and enormous moon.

Creatures almost the same.

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Grow in the center. Make him proud.

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Something on the north side of the earth enters our atmosphere in waves, It pierces the green pimple shaped valleys covering the land like a drill of delicate proportions and ingrains itself deep into the core of our home. A cage is formed and a rock of great power is left for the next generation...

The white ball of veins shines brightly like an elder star, it's edges darken and the center flares with a pulse of life and decay, as it covers our world in a crescent so bright... The creatures scream, and millions of indifferent and impure gods show themselves, each one of those gods adorned with the finest metals, feathers, amulets, stones, tomes of their universe. Legions, upon legions of the powerful creatures, form behind the incomplete humanoids, each one holding a special ability.

Some are Cultivators, Devilings, Aura filters, Devine, Arcanic beings, Ginormous identities...the others are simply unknown or not yet registered.

Expand and live the life taken away from you.

DONT LISTEN TO HIM.

The creatures try to embrace the earth furiously and begin consuming it by the millions...by chance, they almost make it, as they melt half of the surface and even more lives than expected.

Unfortunately, the earth disappears from their grasps, sight, taste, knowledge.

HOME

"GRAGRAGRAGRAG!" The enormous creatures have so much power flowing through their veins...that they change the laws of space, just like the gods of the underworld and start to laugh, savagely eating themselves in the very mind-numbing process.

The gods...they wave their hands outwards and turn the universe into an error in time.

Please sur-u-u.

HEHE

...From the very beginning, we were too late…

: )

NOOOO!-n-n.

HAHA

For HIS cries, where heard by no one...but fate.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

~no~...

NIAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHNHAIHABAH

AHAHHAH!

YOU CAN'T

MINEEEE!

I CONTROL, YOU OBEY

MINEEEE!

mine

ALL MINE.