Enlightenment and Entropy

[Okor]

Now, Omni's Lair

Okor was held in stasis, surrounded by a white void. His rotting limbs flailed at nothingness, his boots scrambling for purchase on the sky, finding nothing but emptiness. It took time for him to realize there was little impact he could make. Pausing from his desperate attempts to secure solid footing, he scanned his surroundings with his lone, bloody eye. Sitting in front of him was a Daemon unlike he had seen. Its alabaster skin and manic grin suggested the patronage of the Princeling, but the sheer lack of stimulus suggested otherwise. The fact that his altered skull was still attached to his head ruled out the Lord of Blood. That left only the Deceiver. But how had it taken me from the most sacred of Nurgle's sites? Its maw, the only feature in its face opened, and began to speak.

My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.

The Daemon extended a hand. To describe its colour would be an injustice to the senses. The being was more of a sheer blank space than anything that could ever be real. From its palm sprung a scintillating sphere, containing an iridescent energy, constantly shifting, changing, never settling into something the eye could pin down.

This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

The sphere shot forward, melding into Okor's stomach, slipping through the scars and pores, seeping past the jagged and malformed ribs guarding his diseased entrails, suffusing his very being with energy. Cursing, Okor writhed, his arms held at his sides by power beyond his reckoning. As the shifting substance saturated him, he gazed once more at the Daemon.

You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

The thought of this immortality shocked him. Reality was always in decay. It was inescapable. The only reason he and his kin had persevered throughout the millennia was their dedication. They rotted, and brought Entropy to those who would seek to escape it. In the end, even they would fall into the simple sludge from which all life sprang from. And then, they would be reborn. This was an affront to all he had fought for over his ten thousand years of life.

That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.

The world disappeared in a flash of radiant light.

Now, the Nexus
Okor groggily opened his eye, pushing himself off of the blank ground. A constant rushing noise stemmed from behind him, prompting him to turn around. An hourglass, bound in silver and gold stood before him, the infinitesimally small grains of sand falling upwards, locked in a constant cycle of creation. Why create when it will never decay? Raising his rotted blade, he crashed the pommel down on the fragile glass. The rusted iron rebounded from the device, leaving only a few flakes of rust to show the effort he had made. Cursing, he turned, looking over the empty land around him. Looking at the constantly changing colours coalescing into his palm, he spoke aloud a single thought.

"This must rot."