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A bizarre moment in space time happened.
You see when matter is used, it must be linked to something, otherwise it will go stray, and usually end up falling in deep abyss, or endlessly moving, this of course meaning destruction or inexistence, as other energies decompose the matter.
And when one ends up going against a god, is usual that a person even a strong material ends up decaying.
“Why won’t you obey!?” the entity said for a hundredth time, a game was folding in front of these two, one significantly more responsive than the other.
The entity talking was fading, its “colors” fading or transforming into others, several parts of their “body” were being decorated by strange ornaments, these “crystals” containing yells of something, more than an actual person or animal.
In the other side was a person in a mirror, it reflecting 2 persons, each crack separating a military from a bureaucrat. A stable mind, and a alert one. A face of a child deprived of both happiness and a face of a monster that didn’t had pity for emotions, only logic.
Differences were hard to notice or try to describe, as the mirror was connected to several shards that the entity had attached to itself.
Both were clearly in a state of delirium, an eternal fight that both refused to stop or even think what purpose had.
The only matter was that the mirror said “yes” to a simple question.
“Do you have faith in me?”
The response as always had been silence. And unfortunately, the entity wasn’t giving up in this one.
“You know me perfectly well “Mortal X” that I AM GOD”
“I AM ABSOLUTE”
And thus, I have the power to create and destroy you, or at least the last bits of you.
The entity had failed to convince the mortal the first eon, and the following one, and the next one. And now they were in the end.
Matter grew cold, atoms were flowing away and finally other divine properties were fading.
Concepts are usually strong. But without a mind, a consciousness to hold it, they fade into the sea of imagination. A meme is only as strong as the person or community that holds it and use it in their daily life.
And when everything fades, it is only concepts that are left, but only as someone supports them.
A cracking noise interrupts the white noise of the end. A shard in the body of the god is shown. And in a quick movement it is replaced by another.
“Child there is not too much time left” The figure says, finally changing the topic.
“Child stop that”
“Stop it I said!”
“STOP!”
“Why don’t you respond!”
“You know my existence, you know I am finite. But why don’t you see me as a ouroboros, a gear without fail. A damn GOD”
More silence stains the room, death is the only next option.
With that the entity quivers. It feels its death, all its efforts to obtain power. The last soul to obtain, if only he could take it, dominate it.
But it REFUSES. Everything would be solved if they could do something. The damn mortal is only a atom, its only a damn quark, but it still holds consciousness he sure of it. He is sure that if enough effort is made Tanya/Tenya the DAMN MORTAL X, would be charge him of faith.
ALL the other souls of the creation are gone, the only things that maintain them as them are the existence of others, hold by their souls. Holden by their faith. And the faith of this soul is what he needs to complete his godhood, to restart all and not DIE.
He can only lie to himself at this point.
The truth that he is in denial is that, the last soul to collect is his own. Long gone is the soul of the heretic, what he is reflecting on is his own reflection, deformed in both image and essence to reflect what he hates.
As the only thing that holds him as one is his hatred for that mortal, even if the mortal was one of first souls to be used to burn and prolong his existence.
Souls are delicate things. Essence are vital to their presence in the mind. One must have feelings and other reasonings to have a mind and a logic.
Logic is what defines everything.
But logic fails when is a unique one, one cannot say something is “logic” if no one else is there to verify it and say “It is correct, this stick fell”
Illogical is the question of the stick falling in a empty stadium, as there never was a stick or even a stadium where the situation happened.
No one existed to perceived it.