[Story] Origin of the Underrealm
Or, not quite
Majestic streaks of black and crimson lightning pierced through the structure of reality. It was a more complex place in those days.
It came around to a certain groove in reality, and an arcane being scampered away on all fours. After a certain period of time its entire body shattered in an instant, the skeleton of an Underbeast forming from its own in the teal obliteration of its flesh. “Where are you goin, bud” said the skeleton, the energy shining from its eyes. “Come along inside. Let's have some fun” as the surface of the skeleton split apart 😋 it pinned down the departing spirit with its hand fangs, the being shuddering at being caught. Its soul swirled into the whirling heart of the new being, which shrieked. Its jaw spread, and eyes grew in cascading spirals. Chunks of bone erupted, and it named itself Wanderer.
Wanderer blinked as arc lightning tore into the walls of reality, beings slaughtered by the millions, and some stranger types of persons too. A curtain descended, a whirling wall of blades and violence, each blade seeking its target, slaying a living thing. As the next circle of lightning turned, many of the blades were swept up to form an Underbeast, whirling on its sides like a centipede, the Blade King.
Another curtain descended as a giant entity came upon the last blades like a garbage disposal, and from its energy descended swirling armor plates as shields. 🛡️ The crimson king swept a hand, the shields becoming perfectly angled to deflect a barrage of spaceless attacks back at the most opportune targets, slaughtering them, and his eyes grew red.
The arc lightning slaughtered more chunks of reality, the black and red weapons momentarily illuminating suspended in shock waves of Destruction what resembled space docks, or entire universes. The source drilled down further, its Central column seeming to be completely calm, and the intelligent members of the opponents for the first time gained the concept of a hurricane.
The astral monsters had no concern for thought, and charged in, but were stymied by more of the first Underbeasts facing them down. One’s carapace lifted up like gazing into an infinity of Deloreans, and caught dozens of them in infinite time loops, stretching ceaselessly in endless stampedes of aggression. Forming ♾️ symbols, Arcanaught hovered them in front of its skeletal bug face, and split them open like guns, shattering rear guards with stretching monster flesh exiting as projectiles.
The hardened grey tubes connected into the Beast’s anatomy, formed from bone and skin flakes shed by the monsterbullets. Another, Gargantuon, assembled a pocket universe out of space dust that collected at the bottom of the drilling column as gore. It split an army inward through the shape of its face, into the universe, and made them each planets of agony. Swirling proto-galaxies beneath his throne, the torment pulled their Titan towards Gargantuon, whose skeleton burst inside the Titan through the torment planet emotions, clasping dozens of hands into its mind, and turning it into putty. He built himself another body out of the Titan and made its own mind the body's face, endlessly squirming for its army as he grinned about their pain.
Wanderer saw an orange behemoth come down out of the sky, stepping out of the future. A bulky mecha, it stepped straight out of time and assembled corpses upon the ground into winding gears, assembling a castle that upwards disappeared. Behind him, and the crimson king, currents of energy the size of alternate universes went into the hurricane. 🌀 It swirled endlessly with two solid arcs of lightning carving more and more space for wind, cosmic storms and nebulae. Then, he came.
The trickster’s move
The trickster came down and down as if congealing a deeper black out of the surrounding black. Like a flexible band, he moved with glowing white eyes. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, it's so good to have you today.” Down beneath, as if below earth, was churning waters, and somewhere nearby was a deeper wind. If you look closely, you'll see our main event, and also another. Now; it's time for a trick.” A deeper sight came to Wanderer, as he found a power surge within the inner wall of the hurricane, connecting to a mind above its race and its species. He looked at the trickster and had a sense of seeing an alternate kind of eternity from what should be normal. An eternity of endlessly unfolding beginnings, as there was always another story and more mysteries.
The trickster bent, sweeping lights and orbs across the “back” of the bend. The daylights were twisted out many of the armies, Lost in violent chaos. He swept them back, and a sombre energy came into the hanging corpses of armies, which were formed by the hurricane into particularly large Underbeasts, of 11 ranking.
The hurricane used them to further flatten the wall into a circle, some stubborn gods not accepting of the flat ‘land’ converted into cosmic resources. The Trickster wove his band at the hurricane, and it changed the lights on his back into the Daylights Underbeast, the massive eyes with faint pupils cast upon the flat land. Continuing to shake his band like a hand, the Trickster slid out rectangular panels, one color representing music, another label representing movies, another illustration representing books, and so forth. As he completed the creative work, spreading pieces of the battles into the various segments of artwork, the surrounding wall sprung back up to be three dimensional. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen, it's going to be a wonderful show, can't wait for you to see it”. The battles resumed, from the Underbeasts and the trickster's own forces, and meanwhile he poured his ancient emotions into the strange new monsters. Everything he ever felt about his enemies, including those he was not currently fighting. The monsters changed, becoming fundamentally different from the aliens that made up their anatomy. A calm, still energy came through them, that belied the destructive potential.
The hurricane grew as it grew closer to time, slowly beginning to disappear. As it did, the swirling light and light blue turned to a new color never before seen. It slowly became whirling circuits of the count 13, then ceased to be a hurricane, but the hurricane disappeared to resurge later within it.
As this occurred, a last battle lay suspended behind a forming barrier. Simultaneously the Earth was seen below the hurricane, an eruption taking place simultaneously as something erupted from the new place called the Underrealm. A blinding white light came into the swirling Cosmic barrier, obliterating the armies to return later. In their last moments,♾️😊 the serpent Satan was visible winding beneath the fading stars.
As the light came, the Underbeasts changed, becoming similar to corpses but entirely different. The more Cosmic parts of their forms became displaced into mysterious locations, leaving stalking horrors of bones, gore, ancient armor, and other things. They swirled towards the Earth, matching the rectangular symbols of artwork the trickster had hidden within it, spreading amongst them. Each of the monsters had a timer associated, for when they would return to resume their battle. Some would fight against those who were in some way the children of their original opponents, some would fight against the very same opponents in new forms, and there were other categories. In time they would reassemble into an even more devastating combat.
Finally the trickster descended fully with his true equivalents of arms. His forging not quite complete, and eager to work with this new color, he swung down the ochre hammer, which left echoes of mental pain.