Museum of Souls (Players)

For all that exists a far greater amount does not, this imbalance in frailty and purpose is what brings about creation. The humans once believed that such genesis was called for since the very beginning. Their thoughts and ideas being the catalyst that would echo for eternity with their shadows etched into the walls. The cave scorched by their fires and universe eclipsed by their love and devotion. These ashes on the lethargic and stagnant winds are mourned by none as there is no such concept as sorrow. The great mist obscuring all that was once the beauty of nature showing only the artificial shadows of monstrosities hidden within. Fiends with warped and broken bodies that join and disperse without any law. Forms without a care for the manifestations of God for it is dead. The massive black pustular body leaking from the spire it is still impaled on. Eyes of omniscience now discharging the care which gave way to all of life. Death now paving over this omnipresence as dark hands claw from the edges of the fog tearing away the engorged one piece by piece. Flesh tearing and flaying about as garnished fangs fed everlasting hungers. The wrath of a deity would be provoked by this abomination yet anger no longer could occur. The grunts and mating calls in the valleys and rivers gave way to revelry over physical wants without any pleasure. A conception against the will of any yet none were left to oppose. Justice was a figment now lost in the pools and primordial waters left imprinted from certain acts. Time which never spawned watched as little webbing and growths grasped at the edges. Land was hidden yet still creatures could harness it for their uses. Bones gimping and dwarfing the many structures of man pulled bit by bit from he who was fed upon by all. Its pain no longer necessary as nothing could feel. The orbs of sunken sockets darted about despite the futility as light could no longer cast the darkness we feared. As such fear no longer existed while all was understood. The only reminder and persevering spirit being that of white barked spirals fleeing the shroud. Their limbs and arms stretched out towards space in the hope of escape. The damned merely used these as staging points to reach their source, that dark tainted meat ensuring generations yet to come. Nothing went noticed as prejudice faded only allowing basic needs. Mannerisms became replaced by the instincts of snouts and claws that dug and gnawed at the mother itself until the heart was reached. This powerful heated plasma spilling out and finishing off those which attempted this pitiful existence on the dead world. The trees offered refuge but the fire consumed all. Finally God remained as the last of the seas rose absorbing it into the muck. The thousand boiling eyes and million mouths opened towards the stars above which faded from existence in glorious shows of power. It was the last, finally the taint wiped away while the cold came and washed over the storm. Finally it was calm as there was nothing left to kick or scream, trying to escape its womb and become its own being. There was nothing to hate, nothing to fear, nothing to believe, nothing to worry, nothing to need, nothing to want, purification had been found.

At the head of God sits many eyes and legs that shiver and twitch with death. Their forms shaking and convulsive as the body lays dormant, arms stretched across the ancient world's new hosts. A wake found within the the massive holes of impact from such an important figure. Scars and tears ripping apart that which it once loved as there were no longer any feelings. Crushed and defeated by the very force of birth humanity watches the great limbs sag and limply sleep over their oceans. Soaking in the water a cloud releases dying it indigo, a majority of the planet changing to allows its forgotten host. The many looks and faces turned towards the north to witness the great fear and terror of blackness dwarfing the very sky. Twisting and kicking those hanging still stuck within the womb shrieked before breaking from their mother and father. Great beasts fell down as the demon's of the divine consuming any near and devouring life. Within their gullets fat and plump rested satiated with this outcome were the denizens whose last words were screamed. From the holes and sores where those that came second forced their births flowed the wine of It, drowning themselves and any left behind. The seas followed in suit extinguishing the existing. Skeletons sank to the deepest areas of Earth resting in the hands of the Lord as it merely caught them with open palms. Their large twirling thick fingers waving with the gentle pace of the ocean as it caressed its father. The massive wings and spines of its self wilting and curling up across the cold landscapes of the north and sound with only the massive crater seating it. Boiling over from the heat of such an entrance the oceans took over the land absorbing God into the dark blue behemoth that swallowed the world. Still pumping Its heart fueled this new usurper allowing the conflagration to spread for what could have been generations. The cascade of light emanating from the vessel of light attempted to escape the depths however only a slight glimmer of golden rings made it to the very surface. Soft is the tug on the back of Its skull as it still descends rolling onto Its side. Few had seen even the eyes and body, less the tendrils and reaching maws that slowly opened towards the stars. A great dust rose cutting the colors even further and obscuring even the world to God. Stricken by this great disease She cried for Her lost lover. She hugged it close and tried to give back to It what had been given to Her. The body was beyond sucking from its breasts for no longer could It reach for them. They surged before it but the attempt was futile now. God had made Its choice and no longer could another be perceived or conceived. Eternal and Absolute in idea and practice errors and answers became irrelevant. Still coiling as they fell serpentine strings curved around the moon and orbits of other giants as some were severed by the great heats in the universe. Pillars of water and walls of mist rose to answer their call slapping the clouds with thunderous roars of anger. Ripples of cries pressing forth in all directions to only meet with ancestors, descendants, and siblings. A great antithesis to life had been found within the massive cavernous chest of the Lord. The cruelty and malice forged within over the lifespan of a single being murky and thick with resentment. The children had killed their father finally with a single spear of ignorance. Echoing throughout the waters came their final acts as the bodies churned with every current. Intention and perseverance slept below that shadow of It as a reminder of what the origin had been. Humanities conviction would stay in these now hallow waters as the Mother mourned. However as her purpose faded still there was a chance. Conception was still possible with the Father even though It had passed. As such she soon would rupture herself and release the oozes of her uterus to the water. At this point the Earth could no longer feel the pain as she'd grown to tolerate such an act. The nurturing plasma of her own self hoping to be passed onto a new family with an old member. This incest brought with it the great necrophilia of love that would spawn her loved ones. A glowing heat came and found the body entering via the sores left by its newborn allowing for a Zygote to mass itself within this reformed union.