Nihilus, from The Multiverse, a roleplay on RPG

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#2011-10-23 03:22:11, as written by Vejisama

From whence shade exists, it births death incarnate...

The sky above, beautiful in all its glory, finds itself suddenly prey to a looming miasma of death and decay. The ominous clouds close in, suffocating the beauty of the Terran sky, extinguishing the light that befalls the ground below. As the darkness grows, casting cruel silhouettes amongst the earth, thunder, in all its mighty decadence, erupts. It's cacophony is only put to shame by the brilliance of nefarious lightning as it scatters, and blinds, the heavens.

The ground falls victim to sudden spiraling vortex, spewed forth from the soil, the innards of the realm beyond vomited upward, visible in negative. The realm within a twisted display of chaos and destruction, screams of those in misery and anguish seep through the void, and from its nexus is spied two duel colored oculars...

Nihilus...

The gleaming hues illuminate but once, and suddenly arises a figure forth, cremated as a charred skeletal structure, it rises, its ashen remnants piecing together upon the remains. They breath to life with the damned symphony of a thousand screaming, tortured, souls that lay within the realm within the void. Flesh, organs, blood, and tissue come together to manifest that which was true horror itself...

And as the risen being's eyes come to open, birthed in this new world, he looks below.

Silence...

Word was spoken, and the void beneath closes, one last scream of agony permeating the air before silence once again overtakes. The skies above fall deathly silent, though the ominous overbearing miasma of shaded clouds remains.

...Thus a new chapter begins once more. The same fate lay ahead...

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Twisted Path

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#2011-10-23 04:07:22, as written by Vejisama

With eyes that held no compassion. That held no faith. That held naught of a single emotion, they swept the land. The defiant creature of the night being the only sight beheld, for in the distance, a single tree hid yet another soul. But rest not, for it is he who see's all, and he who know's more than what can be seen.

Foul creature, bare your fangs not at me, for it is not I who is to be afraid. You, fiend of the night, who is doomed to feast upon the delicate crimson liquid for all of eternity, pose no threat...

And he so lifts, then, his delicate right hand. To his mouth it motions, stopping but a breaths distance. A howling gale can be heard in the distance, whilst from his lips an eerie breaths kiss comes forth. Almost as if on a whim, from his palm arises but millions of tiny particles. Like dust in the wind, they traverse forth, becoming but a mighty wall of solid shade, devouring all in its path. The lush green vegetation that clung so tightly to the light of the sun fades into obscurity and decay as this sweeping plague spreads forth, consuming and digesting that which took breath in.

I am neither friend, or foe, I am the end, and should you trespass against me, it is you who shall be but ashen remnants upon the floor of a barren wasteland...

All that stood in the way of the oncoming wall of shaded miasma was rend into oblivion. Vegetation was ebbed away, crumbling into nothingness, whilst animals trapped with no escape were instantaneously rend asunder, flesh melting off, innards and tissue rotting and festering.

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#2011-10-23 04:52:07, as written by Vejisama

Lo' a gust came for him. The miasma, slowing in its advance was suddenly halted as Nihilus hand closed tight, a fist clutched as if to decimate a heart.

It seems the hidden has sought out attention, offering his aid to the undead wench of mystical lore. Much time has passed since I've wandered across your breed.

And as the ominous wall of death and decay lingered, he suddenly turns his fist, making what would appear to be akin to a speared hand, the wall spiraling into a vortex, its forefront shaping itself into a cone.

And he who trespasses comes to face true fear; Oblivion.

Turning, as if an eloquent performer of the dancing arts, his hand directs itself for the man who'd chosen to offer his assistance.

I see this realm is full of cryptic creatures. That one appears as if he's to be an angelic citizen of the highest heavens, though his apparel is beyond loathsome...

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#2011-10-23 05:26:06, as written by Vejisama

Eyes trained upon the angelic male that lay before him, Nihilus continued his onslaught, only to watch on as the male ascends from his earthen position. The miasma that had set itself on the angel thusly came to a halt, and instead plunged itself into the earth. The solid ground crumples under the pressure, and decays into microscopic dust particles. Essentially, a sinkhole had been formed, and was continuing to grow as the miasma was now beneath the surface.

Late are your words, indeed. But, what gives you the strange thought that I am a God, as I can only assume that is what you perceive me as being. I am neither God, nor Devil. I transcend them both. I am the end.

The cold words of the male were strung out and harshly blunt. It was then that his eyes turned upon her, a sudden grin carving itself into the corner of his mouth.

And what gives you the idea that I've come from a realm without mortals? The last realm was populated with nothing but mortals. Creatures of your kind did not exist. Humans. It no longer stands as a testament of life, though. It is null, void, and perished.

Turning to face her, his grin only grows in severity, his visage undergoing a transformation into that of the face of a nefarious madman. The shots that rang out from the skies did not disturb him though, surprisingly. It was only evident that his words rang true as a single slug travels through his being, piercing him through. As it exits, though, it decays and becomes grains of fine alloy, disintegrating upon touching the earth.

The remaining are put to a halt as from the earth his miasma erupts, blanketing him from the assault.

Those who have faith believe in one true God. This is truth. But they tend to forget that everything has an equal opposite. I am that opposite. He breeds life, and offers love. I bring death, and despair. I am the end, whereas he is the beginning.

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#2011-10-24 05:14:49, as written by Vejisama

The sky above, beautiful in all its glory, finds itself suddenly prey to a looming miasma of death and decay. The ominous clouds close in, suffocating the beauty of the Terran sky, and smothering wing city in its shroud. As the darkness grows, casting cruel silhouettes amongst the pavement, thunder, in all its mighty decadence, erupts. It's cacophony is only put to shame by the brilliance of nefarious lightning as it scatters, and blinds, the heavens.

The street falls victim to sudden spiraling vortex, spewed forth from the concrete, the innards of the realm beyond vomited upward, visible in negative. The realm within a twisted display of chaos and destruction, screams of those in misery and anguish seep through the void, and from its nexus is spied two duel colored oculars...

Nihilus...

The gleaming hues illuminate but once, and suddenly arises a figure forth, cremated as a charred skeletal structure, it rises, its ashen remnants piecing together upon the remains. They breath to life with the damned symphony of a thousand screaming, tortured, souls that lay within the realm within the void. Flesh, organs, blood, and sinew come together to manifest that which was true horror itself...

And as the risen being's eyes come to open, birthed in this new world once more, he looks below.

Silence...

Word was spoken, and word was obeyed, one last scream of agony permeating the air before silence once again overtakes, the void closing upon itself. The skies above fall deathly silent, though the ominous overbearing miasma of shaded clouds remains.

...This world...once more? Then be it by my hand that it comes to realize that which is agony, and misery, once again...

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#2011-10-24 05:44:12, as written by Vejisama

His unsettling, deathly, gaze fell upon the two that had not fled out of sheer terror. Brows narrowing ever so slightly, knitting themselves into a twisted angle of malice, came to rest just above his lids. With crude steps, executed with haste, drew him closer and within his right hand cryptically appeared a transparent glass, filled with a strange violet liquid.

This world, with all its creatures, never ceases to quell my suspicions. This is a realm without limitations, I assume.

He states audibly, and without a trace of interest. It was simply a statement of the obvious, and with a simple sip of his glass, he discards it to his side, the object shattering upon the ground, only for the strange sudden miasma that had arose in his wake to reduce it to naught.

It was the words of the one that had brought interest to him. The mentioning of keeping her alive, a realization drawn out that he'd not had said such a thing had Nihilus, himself, not made an arrival.

You daftly make the assumption that I'm here to take lives? What would possibly give you the slightest theory that I'm here to simply take a few insignificant lives here and there?

His presence then comes to a halt before the both of them, his figure askew in the streets as the miasma slowly swaddles his figure, looming overhead, and strangely all about now. It was then easily perceived that the strange mist of sorts happened to be eating away at all it touched. Vehicles quickly came to rust, crumble, and clatter to pieces. The pavement of the pristine streets was corroded, and reduced to crumbled dust, blown away by a chilling breeze. Lamp posts, and other vertical objects soon fell atilt, before then snapping and being rend into particles.

He was the end in personification...

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#2011-10-24 06:15:10, as written by Vejisama

Entrancing eyes remain fixated, the looming miasma around him suddenly settling upon the surface of what remained. The male before him was predominantly correct, though subtle flaws were conglomerated within his assumptions.

You are surely clever. You perceive what is before your eyes as a summoning of discord and annihilation. You are correct. But, no. I am not here to make a statement. I simply take leisure in postponing the inevitable. There is no rush, so why can I not simply take the simple pleasures this insignificant rock has to offer. It's not simply the rock that shall find its demise untimely, but this entire realm.

And with his words to the male, wrought out of pure, dismal, truth, he turns to the female that hailed him so...quaintly.

Netherworld. For shame to place me amongst the ranks of the undead, and the grotesque. I hail from a place most mighty. My intentions are simple, and undeniable. I am the end. All those who possess faith believe in the one known simply as God. Well, what you see before you is no God, nor a Devil. I am transcendent of them both. All is created in pairs. I am no different. Where he merely exists, as do I. I was birthed, and I am his equal counterpart.

And with a charming, yet tainted smile, he offered a mild bow in her direction.

He is everything, and I am nothing. I am Nihilus.

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#2011-10-24 06:43:35, as written by Vejisama

His disregard for the departing male made it apparent that his voice, and opinion, mattered not. Not all could be aware of that which transcends them. And, Nihilus, was not a God. Not in the least. Some would regard him as so, but he was not. He was, as the male stated, a paradox. The embodiment of nothing. The end. Beyond simple apocalypse, but instead the simple collapse of everything. In his wake, nothing would be birthed. He was to bring an end to it all. Perhaps to allow for the creation of new, or to end it permanently.

I am the embodiment of nothing, so thus I am nothing. If you wish to inquire as to what I was before...then mayhap you'll find an entertaining tale. But, fear not. Your words did not offend. Your interest in Gods is something...quite expected, as all that exist question such beings, but a simple answer I'll give you, and the only one I can rightly give. There are Gods. Countless. Endless. But there places are merely pedestals that stand beneath the mantle of the one true God...and myself. For you cannot transcend that which creates, and that which takes away. I surely exist to his lament, but he is in no position to erase me, and thus he has to reap the consequences of overlooking my incidental creation.

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#2011-10-24 07:05:48, as written by Vejisama

His eyes lingered on her. O'how she was the curious one. Asking him inquiry after inquiry. Mortals. Be they simple brained, and as childish as ever. It was no surprise that humans and those that followed in similar suit were the lowest of the beings that existed. And, yet, she was not human. Terribly as annoying as one, but with a redeeming quality that he couldn't put his finger on. Perhaps it be that she did possess an intellect that was not insufferable.

Curious, and you are not telling a fallacy with that statement. The false deities, gods in their own right, but only insignificant gods, are selfish, or fools. They care not to trifle with the likes of those they deem beneath them. All of them in their own way are fools not worthy of the power. That is what I have come to understand with my own eyes. But, alas, it not wise to believe the opinions of one. Mayhap, if you live to see the day, you, yourself, should find a time to make contact with one. Regardless, your second inquiry. To give you the answer you desire, I am a flaw his ultimately grand plan. A plan that has a beginning, and an end, but continues well beyond your lifespan, and the lifespan of many today, tomorrow, and forever to come. But, alas, that plan shall now be smothered by my very existence.

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#2011-10-24 07:27:07, as written by Vejisama

Eyes that remained fixated upon her fell shut for but a brief moment, his existence flickering briefly, before they reopened. Gazing across the realms, he realized that this was but one of the last few that had not suffered his nihilistic touch, rendering their existences meaningless...simply by putting an end to them.

It was with great curiosity, himself, that he allow his miasma to fade into nothingness. She'd perked his curiosity. There was no meaning to life, no. Not at all. No meaning but to suffer. And yet, the minor semblance of a conscious long since put to rest prompted the urge to simply indulge in what she had to say.

What did it truly matter? She was only prolonging the inevitable, and he as a great paradoxical, fallacious, deity, could rest easy knowing that...no matter what she showed her, in the end, it would all be rend asunder, left with no purpose but to sit and decay further.

I should thank you for your compliment. And I shall surely accept your offer. Do so show me what this meaningless planet has to offer. Show me what you think can captivate me in the least. You may call me...curious. By all means, lead and I shall follow.

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#2020-02-06 15:39:07, as written by lml55

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#2020-02-06 15:39:37, as written by lml55

Tento Flare says,

“ Man this city is HUGE! ”

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#2020-02-06 17:37:49, as written by lml55

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“ *feels a slight tremor of energy* ”

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#2020-02-06 17:44:03, as written by lml55

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#2020-02-10 17:13:23, as written by lml55

oh hi there

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#2020-02-12 00:23:11, as written by lostamongtrees

Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

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#2020-02-15 07:41:11, as written by lostamongtrees

"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.

"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."

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#2020-04-04 20:04:08, as written by Joseph_Bennett

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#2020-04-04 20:04:31, as written by Joseph_Bennett

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“ Anywhere but here/ ”

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#2020-04-04 20:06:12, as written by Joseph_Bennett

Charles Lorian says,

“ Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere. ”

Nihilus

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Vejisama

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Nihilus's Story

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