<![CDATA[Omni Archive - The Oververse]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/ Fri, 07 Aug 2026 04:34:15 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Arrival]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7091 Tue, 12 Dec 2017 22:04:18 +0000 Amaterasu]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7091 Quote:Previous thread: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9432
Amaterasu was the first of their group to set foot into the Oververse, and while the others followed her through the portal she stood there, drinking in the sights without even trying to restrain her amazement. Clouds of the purest white formed platforms on which stood marble buildings and pillars of stone adorned with gold and silver. More of the winged creatures like the one they had seen in the black expanse that was now behind them were flying between these buildings. Amaterasu could now see that they were humans with large feathered wings with a golden ring above their head and emitting a glow, greatly reminiscent of the divine aura that a Kami displayed.

She heard Oki, Urist and Fiara setting their feet onto the cloud behind her, and turned her head slightly to see how they too admired the splendor of this place. They just stayed for a while. None dared break the silence, as if it could shatter the magic of it. They heard the laughter of the angels but it was a sound so pure, so melodic, that it seamlessly fit into the scene.

"These buildin's... they're perfect..." murmured Urist. "Ah've never seen such... marvels... o' architecture an' craftsmanship..."

"Not just the buildings", Fiara now spoke up, encouraged by the dwarf's words. "These flying spirits, they're so pure. So free of darkness."

"The very air we breathe seems to be filled with energy", said Oki. "I can feel the weariness of this journey falling off my limbs like dirt that is washed off."

"Without a doubt this must be the realm of the gods", Amaterasu spoke last. "A realm of perfection, of light and purity... come. I feel like we are but starting to explore the marvels of this place." She pointed forward. What they had first thought to be a sun, solely existing to light up this realm, was in fact a resplendent golden city built on gigantic clouds. A city of such magnificient proportions that Amaterasu caught herself wondering whether it was larger than her palace in Tamagahara.

Fiara jumped and was carried far higher than any time before, before descending slowly again as if she had wings. She laughed with happiness and so did the others as they mimicked her and tested the limitations of this area. Like children on a trampoline they toyed for a while, even the otherwise stoic Urist and the self-restrained Oki. First they just jumped up and down on the cloud that they had arrived on, then they began to hop forwards, never afraid of falling to whatever was lying below. To their eyes they were gracious dancers hopping from one cloud to the next, slowly but surely inching their way to the golden city of Valhalla where they had been heading to all along.

The occasional angel accompaigned them for a few jumps, though none spoke a word, they just laughed with those pure voices who rung like the chime of a bell. Whether they were amused by the exuberant behavior of these strangers or simply expressing their good mood, none of them cared. They were far too immersed in their own happy little worlds for negative thoughts to find their way into their minds. Urist tired not with pointing out marvels of architecture and art that flew by as they jumped forward. Were they the dwellings of angels or pure constructs built for the sake of beauty? And what of the enorous pillars, were they too pieces of artwork or had they some function? On the other side Oki pointed the dwarf to the rare sight of nipponese buildings constructed among the various other architectural styles, buildings that he recognized. Others seemed so beyond this world that neither of them could comment on it, for no words they knew would do these things justice. And these marvels only increased in magnitude once they traversed the gates into Valhalla itself, and from there to the resplendent hall in the city.

Amaterasu landed and though she was still beyond joyous, the giddiness, the euphoria and childlike amazement slowly dissipated as more serious thoughts took her mind. As the others jumped much like astronauts on the moon, as someone from a more modern era would comment, she walked through the corridors, and here once more her feet left behind a trail of plants and grass that dissipated as quickly as it appeared. The cold of the Frozen Fields was no longer suppressing her, quite the opposite - here she felt at the height of her power. The certainty that everything was how it was meant to be solidified with every dignified step she took towards the hall.

Urist, Fiara and Oki calmed themselves enough to walk instead of jumping once they entered the hall, as without words spoken between them they could feel that a little more seriosity was appropriate now. Forming a diamond shape at whose tip walked Amaterasu, they approached the throne.]]> Quote:Previous thread: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9432
Amaterasu was the first of their group to set foot into the Oververse, and while the others followed her through the portal she stood there, drinking in the sights without even trying to restrain her amazement. Clouds of the purest white formed platforms on which stood marble buildings and pillars of stone adorned with gold and silver. More of the winged creatures like the one they had seen in the black expanse that was now behind them were flying between these buildings. Amaterasu could now see that they were humans with large feathered wings with a golden ring above their head and emitting a glow, greatly reminiscent of the divine aura that a Kami displayed.

She heard Oki, Urist and Fiara setting their feet onto the cloud behind her, and turned her head slightly to see how they too admired the splendor of this place. They just stayed for a while. None dared break the silence, as if it could shatter the magic of it. They heard the laughter of the angels but it was a sound so pure, so melodic, that it seamlessly fit into the scene.

"These buildin's... they're perfect..." murmured Urist. "Ah've never seen such... marvels... o' architecture an' craftsmanship..."

"Not just the buildings", Fiara now spoke up, encouraged by the dwarf's words. "These flying spirits, they're so pure. So free of darkness."

"The very air we breathe seems to be filled with energy", said Oki. "I can feel the weariness of this journey falling off my limbs like dirt that is washed off."

"Without a doubt this must be the realm of the gods", Amaterasu spoke last. "A realm of perfection, of light and purity... come. I feel like we are but starting to explore the marvels of this place." She pointed forward. What they had first thought to be a sun, solely existing to light up this realm, was in fact a resplendent golden city built on gigantic clouds. A city of such magnificient proportions that Amaterasu caught herself wondering whether it was larger than her palace in Tamagahara.

Fiara jumped and was carried far higher than any time before, before descending slowly again as if she had wings. She laughed with happiness and so did the others as they mimicked her and tested the limitations of this area. Like children on a trampoline they toyed for a while, even the otherwise stoic Urist and the self-restrained Oki. First they just jumped up and down on the cloud that they had arrived on, then they began to hop forwards, never afraid of falling to whatever was lying below. To their eyes they were gracious dancers hopping from one cloud to the next, slowly but surely inching their way to the golden city of Valhalla where they had been heading to all along.

The occasional angel accompaigned them for a few jumps, though none spoke a word, they just laughed with those pure voices who rung like the chime of a bell. Whether they were amused by the exuberant behavior of these strangers or simply expressing their good mood, none of them cared. They were far too immersed in their own happy little worlds for negative thoughts to find their way into their minds. Urist tired not with pointing out marvels of architecture and art that flew by as they jumped forward. Were they the dwellings of angels or pure constructs built for the sake of beauty? And what of the enorous pillars, were they too pieces of artwork or had they some function? On the other side Oki pointed the dwarf to the rare sight of nipponese buildings constructed among the various other architectural styles, buildings that he recognized. Others seemed so beyond this world that neither of them could comment on it, for no words they knew would do these things justice. And these marvels only increased in magnitude once they traversed the gates into Valhalla itself, and from there to the resplendent hall in the city.

Amaterasu landed and though she was still beyond joyous, the giddiness, the euphoria and childlike amazement slowly dissipated as more serious thoughts took her mind. As the others jumped much like astronauts on the moon, as someone from a more modern era would comment, she walked through the corridors, and here once more her feet left behind a trail of plants and grass that dissipated as quickly as it appeared. The cold of the Frozen Fields was no longer suppressing her, quite the opposite - here she felt at the height of her power. The certainty that everything was how it was meant to be solidified with every dignified step she took towards the hall.

Urist, Fiara and Oki calmed themselves enough to walk instead of jumping once they entered the hall, as without words spoken between them they could feel that a little more seriosity was appropriate now. Forming a diamond shape at whose tip walked Amaterasu, they approached the throne.]]> <![CDATA[The End]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=6903 Tue, 17 Oct 2017 12:50:59 +0000 Tearen Wover]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=6903
And then it appeared before them, slipping into sight as mundanely as if they had turned a corner. Tearen was almost curious to try and reproduce the illusory effect by backtracking a few steps, but he dare not give The Void a chance to yank this succulent carrot away from their noses. Of course, there always existed the possibility that the shimmering, whirling vortex did not lead to the Oververse...but the Shadow doubted that. Myla looked upon the pure, prismatic brilliance with awe, and began to slowly stride towards it. The Elder Prime clutched her hand tightly and held her back.

"No. Myla. We are not yet assured of the nature of the Void. Come close." Tearen said softly. Myla took a few steps towards Tearen, but he shook his head.

"Closer."

Myla pressed herself up against his bare skin, but kept her head turned to make sure the hypnotic aperture did not slip away. The Shadow grabbed her own nude body and hugged her tightly. The Void may have been of static temperature, but the warmth of another human's body was something that the ex-enigma had gone too long without. It awakened something within him, more than a basic physical euphoria, but a deep sense of blissful grief. With great severity, the eldritch human levitated their entwined forms as one whole towards the gate, and floated them through.

...

Light.

By some eldritch nature, the Void had proven navigable even in its apparent pitch darkness, but even the aberrations of luminosity within that forsaken Verse were dim compared to the pervasive brightness that assaulted the pilgrims' retinas. Thankfully, neither Tearen nor Myla were fully human, and their hardened senses were able to overcome the heavenly brilliance in short order. Blinking, Tearen took in the expansive cloudscape that surrounded them. Filaments of cirrus clouds stretched all around them, weaving and piercing the more numerous stratocumulus sheets of silver and amber. The light of the sun came from all possible directions, yet the clouds held all the natural colors of meteorological majesty within them. Immense banks of mountainous cotton crashed silently into the horizon, where they doubled together and reemerged as brooding curtains of shimmering beauty.

There, half concealed by haze and atmospheric vapor, sat an immense thundercloud. Dark and heavy, it towered above all the other banks of beauty. Thunder rumbled from deep within it, and every few moments, a flash of internal power forced itself out of the doleful, intangible summit. Perched upon the roiling mass, barely visible among the eddies, were glinting towers of gold and marble. Valhalla, it was called among the Omniverse's denizens, and within those august citadels sat Omni, amidst his host. Taken together with the foundation of thunder, it did not convey a sense of foreboding, but of sheer glory.

Tearen stood there, feeling schizophrenic. Easily as excited as he was dreadful, and trying to quell the surge of second thoughts within his simian mind. Nealaphh would have already been whipping off through the warm breeze on its way to confront this world's overlord, but Tearen Wover now balked. Myla saw this, felt it within his rigid muscles, and turned his head to look at her. Tearen had already told the woman that he planned to sacrifice himself to Omni in exchange for something that would benefit the Omniverse as a whole, but the details had been withheld. The succubus woman craned her neck to kiss the Shadow deeply, and moved to pull their forms down to the fluffy bed of nimbus beneath them.

Tearen resisted, though he returned the kiss itself. He took in a deep sigh, for he knew what was within Myla's mind, even without reading it. Here was a secondary, an enslaved resident of the Underverse, who had never hoped to be free from her indentured service to the demonic churls who used her ad nauseum. Now, here she was, standing at the far end of the Omniverse, free from obligation or want. More than having merely taken up a quiet life in Costa Del Sol, or emigrated to the open arms of Ambrosia, here was a refugee who had surpassed even her most daring dreams. Now it was her life to choose, and in that life, she was choosing Tearen. Perhaps not as a mate for life, nor yet as a casual shag, but as her first opportunity to be close to another living being without having to fulfill some crass hunger or contract. Was it wrong to deny her such a profound emergence from slave mentality, or was it wrong to lay with this woman whom he saw both as disciple and as kindred spirit? Tearen flushed and turned away from the naked vixen, walking to the edge of their secluded cloud and clasping the back of his wild, white hair.

"I'm sorry, Myla. I...can't." he murmured. He wasn't sure what exact reaction he should expect, but it certainly wasn't the earnest concern in Myla's voice.

"That's a first. Why not?" she asked in a soothing tone. She reclined on the cloud and crossed her legs patiently. Emotions percolated within the Shadow's chest as he deliberated how much to divulge to this daughter figure of his. Perhaps start with that.

"Myla you're...I suppose it was never official, but I see you as part of my flock. My protected, cherished people. Mine is not to bed with such followers." Tearen said, immediately knowing that it was a weak argument. Myla knew this, for she could not follow him to his ultimate destination, and therefore was no longer his follower. He had delivered her out of a sense of personal obligation, but this offer she now made him was not out of gratitude, but out of elation. Certainly, thanks to Tearen's adjustments, she was no longer required to mate to sustain herself, but that did not mean she was no longer an innately sexual being.

For that matter, Tearen was of the same ken. These flushed emotions within him were unfamiliar and chaotic. Lust was such an easy temptation to dismiss, but this was something much more potent. Not mere craving of physical feedback, but a need for physical closeness and comfort, as close as one human could be to another. Warmth and passion. Myla laughed.

"Heh. Keep trying." she teased. Tearen wheeled around to attempt a reproachful glare, but instead formed a pleading expression on his face.

"I want to, but..." he trailed off, trying to find the root of his reluctance. Several cursory reasons flitted across his conscience; a subconscious reluctance to be a natural human, sense of impropriety, a desire to encourage better habits in the succcubus...all were vapid in the light of her newly liberated life. The ex-enigma quested deeper within himself, and in time, came to the root of the cause.

"Myla...before I was that...strange thing. Before I was an Enigma or a God, or any kind of thing like that, I was originally a human." Tearen said, sitting down on the edge of the cloud. He let his feet dangle over the fluffy precipice, and idly wondered what would happen if he simply jumped from this vantage. Myla came and sat next to him, close enough to put pressure on his mind, but not so close as to spur him into moving. Intentional or not, the succubus was excellent at her craft of seduction. Perhaps that was another element of his reluctance, but the truth was deeper. There was nothing but patient silence from the woman.

"I was a man. I had a job...I had a home, a wife, a child...one day there was an accident, and I fell into darkness. The Master found my mind, and whisked me away to become Nealaphh. For so long, being an infinite being of utter power was an easy way to repress the regret of that pact made in despair. I pushed away my humanity...not because it in itself was a weakness, but because I was running from my betrayal. I-" Tearen said, jumping slightly as he felt a warm hand on his back. The succubus ran a hand along the ridges and divots of the demonic brand Tearen had earned in the Underverse. She looking down at her kicking feet and spoke softly.

"I could tell you had a habit of carrying the burden of guilt. You're a Prime, with amazing powers...and yet you haven't removed this brand from yourself. I think, maybe, you cling to painful memories because you feel that grounds you to your humanity." Myla offered, rubbing his back steadily. She cracked a wan smile.

"But Tearen...pain is not the only part of being human. It's also...living in the moment. Knowing where joy is, and being unafraid to feel it. I may be a succubus, but I was made with a human mind. You're a beautiful person, and...you want so hard to atone for the pain you caused. You wouldn't be about to obliterate yourself that wasn't the case. But there also comes a time when you need to move on from pain–" Myla said, silencing her soliloquy as Tearen stood up again and began to pace around. He tried to resist the human response of anger, and understand Myla's perspective, but it was hard.

"And...and that time is now? Just in time to lay with you on God's doorstep? I don't...I can't just give up that guilt so swiftly, Myla!" Tearen complained, now feeling very exposed. This, of course, was ludicrous. There were hardly any Primes even in the Underverse that could stand against him, at least that he had encountered. Why would he feel vulnerable now? He breathed.

"I'm sorry, Myla..." Tearen started, taking note of the succubus' casual shrug, "...I'm not used to being the person...who receives the care. Perhaps, part of having been a God, part of having been a leader...mine is to provide. To control and oversee, but rarely to truly interact. Up until now you have been my charge, but now you are on your own and choosing to care for me in the best way you know how...and..." Tearen sighed, and fell silent, stifling down the choking sob that threatened to escape his throat. This was extremely unbecoming, but perhaps in that regard, he was more human in this moment than he ever had been before.

"You're scared of what you have to do? I get that. But here's just something...didn't you yourself say that Primes are not the people they were in your homeworlds?" Myla started, approaching the panicking Prime again.

"It's not certain. How did-?"

"You carried me around in your brain for months Tearen, I'm sure you tried your best but some stuff did imprint. No biggie. Even if it's uncertain, you're about to descend into the lion's den. Your past life is a universe away, and you are choosing to never go back to it. I want this for both of us, because it's what is most human right now. If you really want to be human, Tearen, let yourself be who you are, in this moment. I understand the sense of commitment and guilt, but I know you're mindful enough to see that it barely applies here. Here's a simple question..." Myla said in her cool, dusky voice. She walked around to his front, allowing her naked body to occupy most of his view.

"If you go to Omni now, without allowing this to happen, will you regret it?" she asked plainly. Tearen swallowed hard, and thought harder. A special kind of heartache, the one that seeps out from the veins and lingers inside of the knuckles washed over him, along with a rush of adrenaline. It was heady, a sort of tonic he hadn't felt in countless infinities, and it pushed away all remaining fear.

"Yes."

And so, they fell into one another, with all the aching vitality of a need long unfulfilled. This was no mere rutting nor casual daliance, but the sincerity and beauty of two souls genuinely connecting. It was a frenetic display, as Tearen ceded to instinctual directives that guided this long untouched part of his psyche. Myla, being of tantric nature, was easily able to match the Shadow's pace; at times clumsy and at times intuitive. Reluctance and hesitation was wiped away amidst the throes of entwined, half-human flesh, leaving only the scents, sounds and sensations of this most basic of sentient rites.

In the same manner that breath is vital to clearing one's mind, so too was breath used to pace the consecration of the Oververse's gravitas. Muscles shivered, bearing the lode of excitement and passion that was better savored than rushed. Perhaps in a less human frame of mind, Tearen may have been tempted to incorporate the talents of his awakened mind into these happy moments. As it were, he chose to savor the intrinsic connection between himself and Myla, using far more basic senses to bring meaning to the satisfaction of their mutual, burning needs.

When the coupling reached its zenith, Tearen and Myla were truly as one, and knew in each other something that no one would ever again be privy. It was hardly possible that the strains of this coital duet would reach the aeries of Valhalla, but if an angel craned an ear, they might yet have heard that final, enduring note of true harmony.

Ecstacy passed into contentment as Myla came to rest upon Tearen's dampened chest. They remained coupled, but remained that way for some time, unhurried by agenda or need, for therein lay the true beauty of these otherwise carnal proceedings. Were circumstances different, and dreams easily realized, Tearen could have remained entwined upon that cloud for eternity.


...

But, in due time, the pilgrims found themselves walking along the polished, striated avenues of Valhalla, still more captivated with one another than any vapid crenelation or buttress. Though Myla and Tearen approached Omni's palace bare and meager, the angels of the Oververse hailed and greeted them all the same. Their serene faces smiled down at the pair, just as eager to welcome them to the Smiling One's personal xanadu as any other of the warrior heroes that had fought their way up. Myla and Tearen then paused at the cusp of a large, wide bridge that lead into Omni's audience chamber itself. The building, somehow distant even within the streets of this divine metropolis, was sublime in its own right.

It was not tall, but wide, stretching almost from one end of the field of view to the other. Countless columns stood solemn along the perimeter of the Olympian fane, borne by ravishing caryatids of every conceivable personage. A fantastically complex series of reliefs and meandros bedecked the painted, marble faces of the foundation and roof line. An immense, golden dome with all the stars and lands of the Omniverse carved within it sat heavily upon almost the extent of the building's mass. It was appropriately imposing. 

Here, Tearen and Myla held hands for the final time, and the succubus gave the ex-enigma his final embrace. Myla could see Tearen's growing hesitation with every passing moment, and broke contact with the powerful Prime.

"I trust you, Tearen. You need to do this. I'll be okay. Go." she said, mustering all of the strength she could. They both knew the score here. Both knew the utter humanity of the situation, but this was what they had asked for. Sorrow can beget countless joys, if taken appropriately. The depth of this moment's moroseness would need to produce quite a lot of joy indeed, to be seen favorably in hindsight. The Shadow turned from Myla and started to walk across the final bridge, when the secondary called out to him.

"Maybe...just some kind of memento though?" Myla asked in a shaking voice, clutching one hand to her sternum. Tearen paused, and summoned Enigma, his eldritch halberd, to hand. Myla tilted her head curiously, but was stricken with shock as the ex-enigma whirled the axehead around in a movement of utter skill and grace. The half-telekinetic slash cut almost the entirety of his snow-white hair from his scalp. Tearen uttered a sad chuckle, ruminating on the idea that this legendary weapon's final cut would be that of a barber's shear. The halberd was dismissed in a bloom of lavender light, and Tearen handed the severed locks to Myla with a warm smile, having mentally braided them in short order. The succubus hugged the woven braid close to her and finally broke down, crushing her eyes shut and bearing a toothy grimace.

Tearen left the sound of sobbing behind him, pain welling up from his own heart into his eyes. He looked across the bridge towards his doom, and knew that he was bound up within it. He started walking slowly at first, but the agony threatened to repel him back into the safety of Myla's arms. A sprint, breaking into a run, and then finally a nigh supersonic flight on telekinetic wings sent Tearen Wover into the gulping maw of his fate. Despite his incredible speed, some tears still fell upon the bridge of Valhalla that day. There were precious few guarantees in life, but Myla knew she would never see the man again.

Time passed, as Myla waited on the edge of the bridge, watching for any sign of activity within. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for, or thought perhaps that she was holding on some vain hope that Tearen would forgo the salvation of his adoptive universe in favor of simply choosing to live. Her eyes bleary, she waited in the company of compassionate angels, who cooed and brought her water, clothes, and other comforts, that she might find some solace that she at least was not alone.

The moment of Tearen's death was easy to mark. Green light, acidic and potent, rocketed forth in a scouring beam from the top of the golden dome. It blazed into the vaultless sky, along with a blast of wind and sound that was clearly the equivalent of a god's scream. It was horrifying, and exterminated any sense of acceptance that Myla had, up until that point, managed to assemble. The whirling pillar of energy lasted for a minute before abruptly shimmering out, like a snuffed flame. The allegory was all too real, and perhaps Myla might have fallen into permanent despair, if not for hope.

Hope that, in the end, Tearen had found his own redemption.















Fin














I would like to thank you all for being with me on this journey of Nealaphh and Tearen Wover. The character has been with me for a long time, and though he was not a self-insert Prime, much of my life's struggles and conflicts were reflected within his trials. You have all been, and will continue to be, a source of true companionship. I only hope that in some way, I can repay your kindness and acceptance through my own limited wisdom.

I will be on hiatus for some time, as I wish to invest creative energy into more of my personal pursuits, but I will return, at least in and of myself, to guide you all on your own paths of literary self-discovery.

Mediums and outlets may change, but never give up your willingness to tell stories and evoke emotions therein. It is a sacred expression of self-confidence, and one that you will always own, no matter how much life beats you down.

Thanks again.

Aaron D. Weaver
























...

A few months passed, and Myla had come to find a place among the bustling immigrant community of the Vasty Deep. She hadn't cultivated many skills outside of prostitution in the Underverse, but she had managed to find work as a seamstress on a remote island community. As she was getting dressed in raiment of her own design one morning, she turned to her silver mirror and ran a hand along a slight bulge on her abdomen.

It seemed as though the generous cooking of the island natives was beginning to overcome even her devilish metabolism. That, or something altogether more exciting would soon challenge her in new ways...
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And then it appeared before them, slipping into sight as mundanely as if they had turned a corner. Tearen was almost curious to try and reproduce the illusory effect by backtracking a few steps, but he dare not give The Void a chance to yank this succulent carrot away from their noses. Of course, there always existed the possibility that the shimmering, whirling vortex did not lead to the Oververse...but the Shadow doubted that. Myla looked upon the pure, prismatic brilliance with awe, and began to slowly stride towards it. The Elder Prime clutched her hand tightly and held her back.

"No. Myla. We are not yet assured of the nature of the Void. Come close." Tearen said softly. Myla took a few steps towards Tearen, but he shook his head.

"Closer."

Myla pressed herself up against his bare skin, but kept her head turned to make sure the hypnotic aperture did not slip away. The Shadow grabbed her own nude body and hugged her tightly. The Void may have been of static temperature, but the warmth of another human's body was something that the ex-enigma had gone too long without. It awakened something within him, more than a basic physical euphoria, but a deep sense of blissful grief. With great severity, the eldritch human levitated their entwined forms as one whole towards the gate, and floated them through.

...

Light.

By some eldritch nature, the Void had proven navigable even in its apparent pitch darkness, but even the aberrations of luminosity within that forsaken Verse were dim compared to the pervasive brightness that assaulted the pilgrims' retinas. Thankfully, neither Tearen nor Myla were fully human, and their hardened senses were able to overcome the heavenly brilliance in short order. Blinking, Tearen took in the expansive cloudscape that surrounded them. Filaments of cirrus clouds stretched all around them, weaving and piercing the more numerous stratocumulus sheets of silver and amber. The light of the sun came from all possible directions, yet the clouds held all the natural colors of meteorological majesty within them. Immense banks of mountainous cotton crashed silently into the horizon, where they doubled together and reemerged as brooding curtains of shimmering beauty.

There, half concealed by haze and atmospheric vapor, sat an immense thundercloud. Dark and heavy, it towered above all the other banks of beauty. Thunder rumbled from deep within it, and every few moments, a flash of internal power forced itself out of the doleful, intangible summit. Perched upon the roiling mass, barely visible among the eddies, were glinting towers of gold and marble. Valhalla, it was called among the Omniverse's denizens, and within those august citadels sat Omni, amidst his host. Taken together with the foundation of thunder, it did not convey a sense of foreboding, but of sheer glory.

Tearen stood there, feeling schizophrenic. Easily as excited as he was dreadful, and trying to quell the surge of second thoughts within his simian mind. Nealaphh would have already been whipping off through the warm breeze on its way to confront this world's overlord, but Tearen Wover now balked. Myla saw this, felt it within his rigid muscles, and turned his head to look at her. Tearen had already told the woman that he planned to sacrifice himself to Omni in exchange for something that would benefit the Omniverse as a whole, but the details had been withheld. The succubus woman craned her neck to kiss the Shadow deeply, and moved to pull their forms down to the fluffy bed of nimbus beneath them.

Tearen resisted, though he returned the kiss itself. He took in a deep sigh, for he knew what was within Myla's mind, even without reading it. Here was a secondary, an enslaved resident of the Underverse, who had never hoped to be free from her indentured service to the demonic churls who used her ad nauseum. Now, here she was, standing at the far end of the Omniverse, free from obligation or want. More than having merely taken up a quiet life in Costa Del Sol, or emigrated to the open arms of Ambrosia, here was a refugee who had surpassed even her most daring dreams. Now it was her life to choose, and in that life, she was choosing Tearen. Perhaps not as a mate for life, nor yet as a casual shag, but as her first opportunity to be close to another living being without having to fulfill some crass hunger or contract. Was it wrong to deny her such a profound emergence from slave mentality, or was it wrong to lay with this woman whom he saw both as disciple and as kindred spirit? Tearen flushed and turned away from the naked vixen, walking to the edge of their secluded cloud and clasping the back of his wild, white hair.

"I'm sorry, Myla. I...can't." he murmured. He wasn't sure what exact reaction he should expect, but it certainly wasn't the earnest concern in Myla's voice.

"That's a first. Why not?" she asked in a soothing tone. She reclined on the cloud and crossed her legs patiently. Emotions percolated within the Shadow's chest as he deliberated how much to divulge to this daughter figure of his. Perhaps start with that.

"Myla you're...I suppose it was never official, but I see you as part of my flock. My protected, cherished people. Mine is not to bed with such followers." Tearen said, immediately knowing that it was a weak argument. Myla knew this, for she could not follow him to his ultimate destination, and therefore was no longer his follower. He had delivered her out of a sense of personal obligation, but this offer she now made him was not out of gratitude, but out of elation. Certainly, thanks to Tearen's adjustments, she was no longer required to mate to sustain herself, but that did not mean she was no longer an innately sexual being.

For that matter, Tearen was of the same ken. These flushed emotions within him were unfamiliar and chaotic. Lust was such an easy temptation to dismiss, but this was something much more potent. Not mere craving of physical feedback, but a need for physical closeness and comfort, as close as one human could be to another. Warmth and passion. Myla laughed.

"Heh. Keep trying." she teased. Tearen wheeled around to attempt a reproachful glare, but instead formed a pleading expression on his face.

"I want to, but..." he trailed off, trying to find the root of his reluctance. Several cursory reasons flitted across his conscience; a subconscious reluctance to be a natural human, sense of impropriety, a desire to encourage better habits in the succcubus...all were vapid in the light of her newly liberated life. The ex-enigma quested deeper within himself, and in time, came to the root of the cause.

"Myla...before I was that...strange thing. Before I was an Enigma or a God, or any kind of thing like that, I was originally a human." Tearen said, sitting down on the edge of the cloud. He let his feet dangle over the fluffy precipice, and idly wondered what would happen if he simply jumped from this vantage. Myla came and sat next to him, close enough to put pressure on his mind, but not so close as to spur him into moving. Intentional or not, the succubus was excellent at her craft of seduction. Perhaps that was another element of his reluctance, but the truth was deeper. There was nothing but patient silence from the woman.

"I was a man. I had a job...I had a home, a wife, a child...one day there was an accident, and I fell into darkness. The Master found my mind, and whisked me away to become Nealaphh. For so long, being an infinite being of utter power was an easy way to repress the regret of that pact made in despair. I pushed away my humanity...not because it in itself was a weakness, but because I was running from my betrayal. I-" Tearen said, jumping slightly as he felt a warm hand on his back. The succubus ran a hand along the ridges and divots of the demonic brand Tearen had earned in the Underverse. She looking down at her kicking feet and spoke softly.

"I could tell you had a habit of carrying the burden of guilt. You're a Prime, with amazing powers...and yet you haven't removed this brand from yourself. I think, maybe, you cling to painful memories because you feel that grounds you to your humanity." Myla offered, rubbing his back steadily. She cracked a wan smile.

"But Tearen...pain is not the only part of being human. It's also...living in the moment. Knowing where joy is, and being unafraid to feel it. I may be a succubus, but I was made with a human mind. You're a beautiful person, and...you want so hard to atone for the pain you caused. You wouldn't be about to obliterate yourself that wasn't the case. But there also comes a time when you need to move on from pain–" Myla said, silencing her soliloquy as Tearen stood up again and began to pace around. He tried to resist the human response of anger, and understand Myla's perspective, but it was hard.

"And...and that time is now? Just in time to lay with you on God's doorstep? I don't...I can't just give up that guilt so swiftly, Myla!" Tearen complained, now feeling very exposed. This, of course, was ludicrous. There were hardly any Primes even in the Underverse that could stand against him, at least that he had encountered. Why would he feel vulnerable now? He breathed.

"I'm sorry, Myla..." Tearen started, taking note of the succubus' casual shrug, "...I'm not used to being the person...who receives the care. Perhaps, part of having been a God, part of having been a leader...mine is to provide. To control and oversee, but rarely to truly interact. Up until now you have been my charge, but now you are on your own and choosing to care for me in the best way you know how...and..." Tearen sighed, and fell silent, stifling down the choking sob that threatened to escape his throat. This was extremely unbecoming, but perhaps in that regard, he was more human in this moment than he ever had been before.

"You're scared of what you have to do? I get that. But here's just something...didn't you yourself say that Primes are not the people they were in your homeworlds?" Myla started, approaching the panicking Prime again.

"It's not certain. How did-?"

"You carried me around in your brain for months Tearen, I'm sure you tried your best but some stuff did imprint. No biggie. Even if it's uncertain, you're about to descend into the lion's den. Your past life is a universe away, and you are choosing to never go back to it. I want this for both of us, because it's what is most human right now. If you really want to be human, Tearen, let yourself be who you are, in this moment. I understand the sense of commitment and guilt, but I know you're mindful enough to see that it barely applies here. Here's a simple question..." Myla said in her cool, dusky voice. She walked around to his front, allowing her naked body to occupy most of his view.

"If you go to Omni now, without allowing this to happen, will you regret it?" she asked plainly. Tearen swallowed hard, and thought harder. A special kind of heartache, the one that seeps out from the veins and lingers inside of the knuckles washed over him, along with a rush of adrenaline. It was heady, a sort of tonic he hadn't felt in countless infinities, and it pushed away all remaining fear.

"Yes."

And so, they fell into one another, with all the aching vitality of a need long unfulfilled. This was no mere rutting nor casual daliance, but the sincerity and beauty of two souls genuinely connecting. It was a frenetic display, as Tearen ceded to instinctual directives that guided this long untouched part of his psyche. Myla, being of tantric nature, was easily able to match the Shadow's pace; at times clumsy and at times intuitive. Reluctance and hesitation was wiped away amidst the throes of entwined, half-human flesh, leaving only the scents, sounds and sensations of this most basic of sentient rites.

In the same manner that breath is vital to clearing one's mind, so too was breath used to pace the consecration of the Oververse's gravitas. Muscles shivered, bearing the lode of excitement and passion that was better savored than rushed. Perhaps in a less human frame of mind, Tearen may have been tempted to incorporate the talents of his awakened mind into these happy moments. As it were, he chose to savor the intrinsic connection between himself and Myla, using far more basic senses to bring meaning to the satisfaction of their mutual, burning needs.

When the coupling reached its zenith, Tearen and Myla were truly as one, and knew in each other something that no one would ever again be privy. It was hardly possible that the strains of this coital duet would reach the aeries of Valhalla, but if an angel craned an ear, they might yet have heard that final, enduring note of true harmony.

Ecstacy passed into contentment as Myla came to rest upon Tearen's dampened chest. They remained coupled, but remained that way for some time, unhurried by agenda or need, for therein lay the true beauty of these otherwise carnal proceedings. Were circumstances different, and dreams easily realized, Tearen could have remained entwined upon that cloud for eternity.


...

But, in due time, the pilgrims found themselves walking along the polished, striated avenues of Valhalla, still more captivated with one another than any vapid crenelation or buttress. Though Myla and Tearen approached Omni's palace bare and meager, the angels of the Oververse hailed and greeted them all the same. Their serene faces smiled down at the pair, just as eager to welcome them to the Smiling One's personal xanadu as any other of the warrior heroes that had fought their way up. Myla and Tearen then paused at the cusp of a large, wide bridge that lead into Omni's audience chamber itself. The building, somehow distant even within the streets of this divine metropolis, was sublime in its own right.

It was not tall, but wide, stretching almost from one end of the field of view to the other. Countless columns stood solemn along the perimeter of the Olympian fane, borne by ravishing caryatids of every conceivable personage. A fantastically complex series of reliefs and meandros bedecked the painted, marble faces of the foundation and roof line. An immense, golden dome with all the stars and lands of the Omniverse carved within it sat heavily upon almost the extent of the building's mass. It was appropriately imposing. 

Here, Tearen and Myla held hands for the final time, and the succubus gave the ex-enigma his final embrace. Myla could see Tearen's growing hesitation with every passing moment, and broke contact with the powerful Prime.

"I trust you, Tearen. You need to do this. I'll be okay. Go." she said, mustering all of the strength she could. They both knew the score here. Both knew the utter humanity of the situation, but this was what they had asked for. Sorrow can beget countless joys, if taken appropriately. The depth of this moment's moroseness would need to produce quite a lot of joy indeed, to be seen favorably in hindsight. The Shadow turned from Myla and started to walk across the final bridge, when the secondary called out to him.

"Maybe...just some kind of memento though?" Myla asked in a shaking voice, clutching one hand to her sternum. Tearen paused, and summoned Enigma, his eldritch halberd, to hand. Myla tilted her head curiously, but was stricken with shock as the ex-enigma whirled the axehead around in a movement of utter skill and grace. The half-telekinetic slash cut almost the entirety of his snow-white hair from his scalp. Tearen uttered a sad chuckle, ruminating on the idea that this legendary weapon's final cut would be that of a barber's shear. The halberd was dismissed in a bloom of lavender light, and Tearen handed the severed locks to Myla with a warm smile, having mentally braided them in short order. The succubus hugged the woven braid close to her and finally broke down, crushing her eyes shut and bearing a toothy grimace.

Tearen left the sound of sobbing behind him, pain welling up from his own heart into his eyes. He looked across the bridge towards his doom, and knew that he was bound up within it. He started walking slowly at first, but the agony threatened to repel him back into the safety of Myla's arms. A sprint, breaking into a run, and then finally a nigh supersonic flight on telekinetic wings sent Tearen Wover into the gulping maw of his fate. Despite his incredible speed, some tears still fell upon the bridge of Valhalla that day. There were precious few guarantees in life, but Myla knew she would never see the man again.

Time passed, as Myla waited on the edge of the bridge, watching for any sign of activity within. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for, or thought perhaps that she was holding on some vain hope that Tearen would forgo the salvation of his adoptive universe in favor of simply choosing to live. Her eyes bleary, she waited in the company of compassionate angels, who cooed and brought her water, clothes, and other comforts, that she might find some solace that she at least was not alone.

The moment of Tearen's death was easy to mark. Green light, acidic and potent, rocketed forth in a scouring beam from the top of the golden dome. It blazed into the vaultless sky, along with a blast of wind and sound that was clearly the equivalent of a god's scream. It was horrifying, and exterminated any sense of acceptance that Myla had, up until that point, managed to assemble. The whirling pillar of energy lasted for a minute before abruptly shimmering out, like a snuffed flame. The allegory was all too real, and perhaps Myla might have fallen into permanent despair, if not for hope.

Hope that, in the end, Tearen had found his own redemption.















Fin














I would like to thank you all for being with me on this journey of Nealaphh and Tearen Wover. The character has been with me for a long time, and though he was not a self-insert Prime, much of my life's struggles and conflicts were reflected within his trials. You have all been, and will continue to be, a source of true companionship. I only hope that in some way, I can repay your kindness and acceptance through my own limited wisdom.

I will be on hiatus for some time, as I wish to invest creative energy into more of my personal pursuits, but I will return, at least in and of myself, to guide you all on your own paths of literary self-discovery.

Mediums and outlets may change, but never give up your willingness to tell stories and evoke emotions therein. It is a sacred expression of self-confidence, and one that you will always own, no matter how much life beats you down.

Thanks again.

Aaron D. Weaver
























...

A few months passed, and Myla had come to find a place among the bustling immigrant community of the Vasty Deep. She hadn't cultivated many skills outside of prostitution in the Underverse, but she had managed to find work as a seamstress on a remote island community. As she was getting dressed in raiment of her own design one morning, she turned to her silver mirror and ran a hand along a slight bulge on her abdomen.

It seemed as though the generous cooking of the island natives was beginning to overcome even her devilish metabolism. That, or something altogether more exciting would soon challenge her in new ways...
]]> <![CDATA[Sweet Little Space Marine]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=6285 Fri, 21 Jul 2017 05:14:38 +0000 Doomguy]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=6285
Like I said, it looked exactly like where a god lives.

With a test bounce I found the gravity closer to that of the moon and bounced closer to the city, keeping any thoughts of what would happen if I was to slip and fall to the sideline.

Eventually I made it through the gate, all the while the angels greeted me warmly into the empty street. Like normal everyday people on a normal morning to a normal person, not angel analogs to a space marine who snapped Hell in half.

Finally I reached my destination, a long hall stacked with drinking tables far larger than the outside of revealed, decorated in tales of glory and tragedy down to the smallest detail. It was beautiful to behold, and some part of me wanted to stay here and take part in it's atmosphere. But I could not stop, and my goal was at it's end.

I stood before my captor, my hand on my holster. How ever this would end, I had the power to start it how I wanted it to.

"We finally meet. It's about time, Omni"]]>
Like I said, it looked exactly like where a god lives.

With a test bounce I found the gravity closer to that of the moon and bounced closer to the city, keeping any thoughts of what would happen if I was to slip and fall to the sideline.

Eventually I made it through the gate, all the while the angels greeted me warmly into the empty street. Like normal everyday people on a normal morning to a normal person, not angel analogs to a space marine who snapped Hell in half.

Finally I reached my destination, a long hall stacked with drinking tables far larger than the outside of revealed, decorated in tales of glory and tragedy down to the smallest detail. It was beautiful to behold, and some part of me wanted to stay here and take part in it's atmosphere. But I could not stop, and my goal was at it's end.

I stood before my captor, my hand on my holster. How ever this would end, I had the power to start it how I wanted it to.

"We finally meet. It's about time, Omni"]]> <![CDATA[Orphan]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=3981 Tue, 01 Mar 2016 17:01:36 +0000 Caira Ayryn]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=3981
The Oververse.

Caira rejoiced and it showed in the dance of her quickening step. So this is what it all came down to, right? She found herself standing on a plume of cloud and her muscles seized in fear. She was still, undeniably afraid of heights. After a few serious tests, Caira announced her arrival by doing a huge jump off of the ground. She landed, and the cloud remained thick and sticky, while it leaked out a few wisps of white on her collision.

It was sturdy enough, she decided, and began her journey, targeting the giant golden city that beamed on the horizon.]]>
The Oververse.

Caira rejoiced and it showed in the dance of her quickening step. So this is what it all came down to, right? She found herself standing on a plume of cloud and her muscles seized in fear. She was still, undeniably afraid of heights. After a few serious tests, Caira announced her arrival by doing a huge jump off of the ground. She landed, and the cloud remained thick and sticky, while it leaked out a few wisps of white on her collision.

It was sturdy enough, she decided, and began her journey, targeting the giant golden city that beamed on the horizon.]]> <![CDATA[The Final Question]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=2692 Mon, 05 Oct 2015 04:24:08 +0000 Gildarts]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=2692 Quote: Congrats, you’ve all made it to the Oververse,after some very hard work and commitment.

But, you also just killed an angel.

You have to venture to find Omni -who is currently in the halls of Valhalla-, as you aren’t presented quite on his door (sorry). So the second half of this thread will be confronting Omni. Yes! And we have a system for that.

But before, there will be some wanderings in the OV to find Omni. Like below, where Christa is about to hold a celestial being against a wall, in a desperate search for the so well-known, man-in-white.

First half of the Oververse begins now. It will last half the week. There is NO rush to posting this round, as we have made it to our final destination. Post what you like. When you like, however the confrontation with Omni will be posted a tad bit later. Sorry to make you wait guys, but we HAVE to explore the Oververse at least a little.

The second half will be more rapid and fast paced.

You made it.
GET READY

-Gil [/spoiler]

Soft sketches of white fluff covered the expansive world, rolling stone pillars rose to the limitless sky, and infinite clouds dispersed over the golden horizon. It was not the sun, however, that glowed there, but a bright city that illuminated the crests of every cloud. If one stopped to pause, they would notice how majestic a beauty it was to behold. Almost more beautiful than the achievement the group had just conquered.

To no one’s surprise, Christa was the first to vanish. They had made it. She had made it.

This was it.

The Oververse. It had taken months, if not well over a year since she had been damned to this existence, and now, through it all - all the blood, pain, and sorrow - through it all, she was ready to conquer the last leg of her quest.

Funny thing about her wobbling legs, they finally moved when she willed them to. She was off the back of the man who had carried her there. The pass into the Oververse, and she owed it to him. Later, she would make it clear, she owed nothing to him. Very clear. But, the leader’s entitlement aside, and the motivation properly applied to her stiff, electrocuted legs, made them walk, jump, and pounce upon the clouds.

The blonde was careful not to fall below, as who knew what would happen or if she would be able to climb back from down there, but she used the stability and had made it across the way.

Immediately she spotted her prey - an angel who was coming to greet her- but to his surprise, her grip slammed him against a pillar. Christa demanded to know where Omni was, almost ferociously. The angel’s wings were crushed against the now crumbling wall of energy. The strong being seemed to smile but offered the defiant girl no words as he read the passion on her face. The angel's own soft radiance was almost merciful to Christa and when she picked up on it, she soon felt belittled. Fury roared within her chest, her hair spiked animatedly with intensity, yet despite all odds, she did not follow through with a fist.

After a moment, nose to nose with the angel, the woman let out a small huff as she relinquished her fist, having realized that it was not her own force holding the angel against the wall, but its own freewill.

The rage choked in her throat, however she tamped it down and swallowed it down her throat. It rolled into the pit of her stomach, uncomfortably. She dusted off her hands, almost managing to shake off the shame as she muttered the smallest, “Sorry,” possible.

She breathed out a breath and instead took hold of her emotion, she would not let it seize her again, not when the others could see. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed at least half of them were looking this way.

The being spoke now, confidence brimmed in its all-powerful voice, yet it looked upon the human with only care. “Come child, you are hurt. Sit. Your questions will be answered in time.”

Christa’s lungs expanded with a sigh, she knew that, but so much time had already been wasted. So much, almost everything, had been lost. Even herself along the way. Or rather, on that fateful day. Christa thought about everything endured as the angel introduced himself as none other than, “Raphael.”]]> Quote: Congrats, you’ve all made it to the Oververse,after some very hard work and commitment.

But, you also just killed an angel.

You have to venture to find Omni -who is currently in the halls of Valhalla-, as you aren’t presented quite on his door (sorry). So the second half of this thread will be confronting Omni. Yes! And we have a system for that.

But before, there will be some wanderings in the OV to find Omni. Like below, where Christa is about to hold a celestial being against a wall, in a desperate search for the so well-known, man-in-white.

First half of the Oververse begins now. It will last half the week. There is NO rush to posting this round, as we have made it to our final destination. Post what you like. When you like, however the confrontation with Omni will be posted a tad bit later. Sorry to make you wait guys, but we HAVE to explore the Oververse at least a little.

The second half will be more rapid and fast paced.

You made it.
GET READY

-Gil [/spoiler]

Soft sketches of white fluff covered the expansive world, rolling stone pillars rose to the limitless sky, and infinite clouds dispersed over the golden horizon. It was not the sun, however, that glowed there, but a bright city that illuminated the crests of every cloud. If one stopped to pause, they would notice how majestic a beauty it was to behold. Almost more beautiful than the achievement the group had just conquered.

To no one’s surprise, Christa was the first to vanish. They had made it. She had made it.

This was it.

The Oververse. It had taken months, if not well over a year since she had been damned to this existence, and now, through it all - all the blood, pain, and sorrow - through it all, she was ready to conquer the last leg of her quest.

Funny thing about her wobbling legs, they finally moved when she willed them to. She was off the back of the man who had carried her there. The pass into the Oververse, and she owed it to him. Later, she would make it clear, she owed nothing to him. Very clear. But, the leader’s entitlement aside, and the motivation properly applied to her stiff, electrocuted legs, made them walk, jump, and pounce upon the clouds.

The blonde was careful not to fall below, as who knew what would happen or if she would be able to climb back from down there, but she used the stability and had made it across the way.

Immediately she spotted her prey - an angel who was coming to greet her- but to his surprise, her grip slammed him against a pillar. Christa demanded to know where Omni was, almost ferociously. The angel’s wings were crushed against the now crumbling wall of energy. The strong being seemed to smile but offered the defiant girl no words as he read the passion on her face. The angel's own soft radiance was almost merciful to Christa and when she picked up on it, she soon felt belittled. Fury roared within her chest, her hair spiked animatedly with intensity, yet despite all odds, she did not follow through with a fist.

After a moment, nose to nose with the angel, the woman let out a small huff as she relinquished her fist, having realized that it was not her own force holding the angel against the wall, but its own freewill.

The rage choked in her throat, however she tamped it down and swallowed it down her throat. It rolled into the pit of her stomach, uncomfortably. She dusted off her hands, almost managing to shake off the shame as she muttered the smallest, “Sorry,” possible.

She breathed out a breath and instead took hold of her emotion, she would not let it seize her again, not when the others could see. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed at least half of them were looking this way.

The being spoke now, confidence brimmed in its all-powerful voice, yet it looked upon the human with only care. “Come child, you are hurt. Sit. Your questions will be answered in time.”

Christa’s lungs expanded with a sigh, she knew that, but so much time had already been wasted. So much, almost everything, had been lost. Even herself along the way. Or rather, on that fateful day. Christa thought about everything endured as the angel introduced himself as none other than, “Raphael.”]]> <![CDATA[Kingdom Come]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=1909 Wed, 01 Jul 2015 15:29:57 +0000 Shang Tsung]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=1909
“Have you explained what happened to you?” Shang muttered as the two men walked across the Void.

Atelos shook his head. “I was free of this place. I woke up in a barn and got caught up in the actions of these adventurers who sought to slay a mighty beast. We fought against it valiantly… but after that, it grows foggy.”

“Did you win?” The sorcerer inquired.

“Aye. It fell, but then we squabbled over a relic left behind by the creature. The next thing I know, I awoke on the battlefield in bruises, and then I was back here.” The Spartan put a hand on the side of his head. “Everything has been such a blurred whirlwind lately.”

His associated nodded his head. “I understand,” he spoke as he reached into the bag hanging from his belt. He dug down passed the metal-encased vial and retrieved the strange object left behind by the Spartan. “You left this… thing behind.” He handed the skull to the Spartan, who seemed to liven up just a little at the sight of his garish item.

“Thank you,” Atelos remarked as he stowed the object away.

Up ahead, Shang noticed something on the horizon—a large gate, much like the ones in the Nexus. “Look,” he said, prompting his friend to lift up his head. Without needing another remark, the two jogged over to the gate, and while neither paid attention to it, the white path upon which they’d been traveling led right up to the portal.

“Where do you think it leads?” The Spartan inquired as Shang stepped forward and gingerly passed his hand through the portal. He pulled it out a moment later to confirm that they wouldn’t be stepping into a volcano or anything hazardous to their health.

“Let’s find out,” the sorcerer replied as he stepped through the gate.

On the other side, Shang Tsung was immediately assaulted by the stark difference in lighting. They’d left behind the grayscale nothingness and walked into a verse filled with sunshine and clouds. A glance down to his boots revealed that he was actually standing on a cloud.

“What is this?” Atelos declared after stepping through the Gate and glancing out across the serene landscape of clouds, sunshine, and pillars. In the far distance, they could spy what seemed to be a city.

“I’m not sure, but that,” Shang answered, pointing toward the city. “Is where we need to go.”]]>
“Have you explained what happened to you?” Shang muttered as the two men walked across the Void.

Atelos shook his head. “I was free of this place. I woke up in a barn and got caught up in the actions of these adventurers who sought to slay a mighty beast. We fought against it valiantly… but after that, it grows foggy.”

“Did you win?” The sorcerer inquired.

“Aye. It fell, but then we squabbled over a relic left behind by the creature. The next thing I know, I awoke on the battlefield in bruises, and then I was back here.” The Spartan put a hand on the side of his head. “Everything has been such a blurred whirlwind lately.”

His associated nodded his head. “I understand,” he spoke as he reached into the bag hanging from his belt. He dug down passed the metal-encased vial and retrieved the strange object left behind by the Spartan. “You left this… thing behind.” He handed the skull to the Spartan, who seemed to liven up just a little at the sight of his garish item.

“Thank you,” Atelos remarked as he stowed the object away.

Up ahead, Shang noticed something on the horizon—a large gate, much like the ones in the Nexus. “Look,” he said, prompting his friend to lift up his head. Without needing another remark, the two jogged over to the gate, and while neither paid attention to it, the white path upon which they’d been traveling led right up to the portal.

“Where do you think it leads?” The Spartan inquired as Shang stepped forward and gingerly passed his hand through the portal. He pulled it out a moment later to confirm that they wouldn’t be stepping into a volcano or anything hazardous to their health.

“Let’s find out,” the sorcerer replied as he stepped through the gate.

On the other side, Shang Tsung was immediately assaulted by the stark difference in lighting. They’d left behind the grayscale nothingness and walked into a verse filled with sunshine and clouds. A glance down to his boots revealed that he was actually standing on a cloud.

“What is this?” Atelos declared after stepping through the Gate and glancing out across the serene landscape of clouds, sunshine, and pillars. In the far distance, they could spy what seemed to be a city.

“I’m not sure, but that,” Shang answered, pointing toward the city. “Is where we need to go.”]]> <![CDATA[In Valhalla]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=176 Wed, 18 Sep 2013 22:50:29 +0000 Omni]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=176
A voice to the throne’s right said: “Looks like this ‘Magus’ character might be coming to see you.”

The incandescent silhouette gave out a protracted sigh, warbled by whatever sorcery gave him existence. Distortion aside, he sounded like a young boy or girl. “I can only hope. It’s been ages since the last one made it here. I’m not going to put my hopes in any one of them, though. There’s lots of potential there. Always is. But most of them lounge it.” One would be hard-pressed to guess whether the edge to his voice originated from malice or mere theatrics. Perhaps simple boredom.

“What about these ones here in the Tangled Green?”

“It’s amusing watching them fight goblins.”

“And these ones in the Dunes?”

Omni barked a laugh. “Now that is interesting. Already turning on each other. Look at ‘em.” He poked the image of Ganondorf and Eighteen, giggling to himself. “I’m not even sure why, and I’m omniscient.”

“You think that Ganondorf will go anywhere?”

“Who knows!” The being threw his palms open. “If he did, it’d certainly make an interesting change to the current situation. The way things are going … oh, hey, are you trying to get me to spill the beans!?”

The voice giggled. “You caught me, Omni.”

“I always will! Now let’s see … Coruscant, Coruscant. Let’s see where this jubilee takes us …”]]>
A voice to the throne’s right said: “Looks like this ‘Magus’ character might be coming to see you.”

The incandescent silhouette gave out a protracted sigh, warbled by whatever sorcery gave him existence. Distortion aside, he sounded like a young boy or girl. “I can only hope. It’s been ages since the last one made it here. I’m not going to put my hopes in any one of them, though. There’s lots of potential there. Always is. But most of them lounge it.” One would be hard-pressed to guess whether the edge to his voice originated from malice or mere theatrics. Perhaps simple boredom.

“What about these ones here in the Tangled Green?”

“It’s amusing watching them fight goblins.”

“And these ones in the Dunes?”

Omni barked a laugh. “Now that is interesting. Already turning on each other. Look at ‘em.” He poked the image of Ganondorf and Eighteen, giggling to himself. “I’m not even sure why, and I’m omniscient.”

“You think that Ganondorf will go anywhere?”

“Who knows!” The being threw his palms open. “If he did, it’d certainly make an interesting change to the current situation. The way things are going … oh, hey, are you trying to get me to spill the beans!?”

The voice giggled. “You caught me, Omni.”

“I always will! Now let’s see … Coruscant, Coruscant. Let’s see where this jubilee takes us …”]]> <![CDATA[The Oververse Information]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=23 Sat, 03 Aug 2013 02:24:55 +0000 Omni]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=23