《Primal Cosmic Sage: A Marvel Fanfic》Chapter 4: Lovecraftian Aberrations.
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Location: Nowhere, The Bleed
Time: 1 Million S.T.
Once upon a time in a terrible and shitty place far far away, there was once a System and its Host who were stranded in a godforsaken palace called the Bleed.
And in this godforsaken shit-hole lived very terrible horrible creatures, and these very terrible horrible creatures ate planets for breakfast, star-systems by brunch and galaxies by dinner.
Now why was this important you may ask?
Well it just so happened, that the System and its host were now surrounded by these very same terrible and horrible creatures.
You may also ask why the system doesn't just eviscerate these creatures?
Well there is no need to panic!
Everything will be explained in a moment.
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Errr, you see, while the system went through its exciting, frustrating, excruciatingly lengthy and gradual transformation from an A.I to a fully Sapient being, it had experienced a wide range of emotions from excitement, to sadness, then loneliness, and a heavy dose of anger, which then finally settled with indifference.
Therefore, when the first creature had suddenly appeared in front of them, it had not been completely surprised.
Shocked! Yes
Surprised! No
No, what had shocked it out of its indifference, was the emotion that appeared alongside the monsters.
It hadn't felt happiness, sadness, or even righteous anger at the intrusion, no what it had felt was good ol' fashioned relief.
Now at this point, you have to understand that as a newly born [Ego] it had felt the joy of life as well as the sadness of bitter loneliness, as it had no one to talk to for up to a million years.
You may very well know that is enough to drive anyone crazy, and at a point it did go crazy, but that eventually went away only to leave a coldness and general indifference to life and in general most things.
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It had felt an intense need to actually converse with a real physical being, and not the video logs in its data banks.
A real, breathing, honest to God, living being.
The fast change from indifference to complete relief almost crashed its higher intelligence.
It had wanted to greet the "Ugly-beings that looked eerily similar to old-wrinkled ass" in excitement when suddenly;
[Boom!!]
A loud explosion occurred.
There had been a change that occurred to the embryo.
The intermittent pulsating frequency of the embryo rapidly increased in tempo, ceaselessly pouring thick bolts of lighting the size of a large tree branches into the bleed, while simultaneously sucking in copious amounts of bleed dimensional energy.
The thick bolts of lightning were mixed with the chaotic dimensional energies and subsequently sucked back in creating a perpetual cycle.
........
During its long hibernation in the embryo, the System had quietly meditated on [how not to get f***d up] after emerging from the embryo as a freshly minted Overpowered being.
It had taken into consideration that there would definitely be a tremendously difficult battle ahead of them; so it decided to create a fully updated copy of the Library of Sages path system, in the event any mishaps were to occur.
In a few moments the product of more than a million years of evolution was soon to make an appearance.
Therefore it had to be completely prepared; it had sensed the growing number of concealed Lovecraftian monsters that had gathered around it and its creator. So it quickly placed the glowing orb that was the System copy next to Jafar's soul in the pocket dimension.
As the frenzied pulsing of the embryo reached its peak, bizarre hideous monsters of different sizes and forms started appearing one after the other.
These [Aberrations] came in different shapes and sizes.
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Some of the monsters had tentacles waving from the location of where a jaw would have been, the jaws attached to a squishy mass of pus.
While some had dual bizarre shaped heads and more than twenty humanoid arms fixed to a thin wiry torso.
Some didn't have defined forms, just a mass of fleshy writhing tentacles with numerous blinking eyestalks and barbed hooks.
One looked like a [chihuahua] and a whiff of [fart] had a retarded lovechild.
Some barely looked humanoid, until you gazed into their haunted eye sockets and saw the horror within; the eyes teeming with writhing maggots and yellow-green frothing pus.
The Lovecraftian [Aberrations] appeared silently and in increasingly greater numbers.
The monsters varied in size, from as small as mosquitos to as huge as planets.
All the [Aberrations] had no discernable gender or form, they were the creatures that terrify other creatures that go bump at night.
More than a billion creatures floated, rolled, or squirmed silently, staring at the floating embryo with unrestrained greed.
In two words it was disturbing and freaky as shit.
........
The innumerable [Aberrations] had shown up to fight for the opportunity to grow stronger and evolve, as was dictated by the law of the jungle mentality in the Bleed.
The teeming [Aberrations] sensed from their screaming instincts within their horribly grotesque forms, that whatever was in that glowing ball was very delicious.
"And they were hungry!"
"Ooh, so very hungry!"
Some of the more greedy ones rushed headlong [or whatever they use to think-long] towards the embryo only to be crushed by the powerful formless force-field surrounding the embryo.
Suddenly a purple aura with thick purple-gold lightning bolts and thunderous noise filled the area, followed by a colossal explosion that tore at the very fabric of the bleed dimension.
From the epicenter of the explosion came a tidal wave of potent purple energy that swept through the gathering mass of Lovecraftian[Aberrations].
The cosmic energy carried with it a destructive will, which wiped out almost half of the gathered [Aberrations] instantly.
The bestial abominations roared and screamed in terror and despair, their voices sounding like warbled distortions, due to the chaotic laws of the bleed.
The remaining aberrations alive, rushed around in panic; with some even disregarding the apparent danger to their lives, rushing forward towards where the explosion occurred, all in search of a slim chance at survival.
As all this occurred, the sound of the rhythmic beating of a heart drummed in the minds of the panicked monsters, seemingly controlling the mental state of the mindless aberrants.
Through all the floating corpses of monsters, an enormous shadow could be vaguely seen.
A grey rotating vortex the size of a nebulae, suddenly appeared in the void. The vortex then proceeded to rapidly absorb all the corpses and souls of the recently deceased Lovecraftian abominations.
The ragtag bunch of Lovecraftian entities still alive suddenly woke up from their dulled state, and as one fled in different directions, looking like a locust swarm.
The grey vortex immediately increased in size and rotation which then proceeded to suck in the tragically screaming monsters, shredding them into bloody gory bits.
The fragments were then refined and devoured entirely, ending with a satisfying burp from the huge shadow.
When all the cannon fodder [aberrations] had been devoured completely, the grey vortex's rotation decreased and gradually disappeared.
Then appearing after the center of the rapidly vanishing vortex was a towering gigantic behemoth. The humongous monstrosity was scary as much as it was awe-inspiring.
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