CH535 Evil Gods and Eldritch Horrors Part One

It was never aware of the walls around it till they started to crumble, nor the existence of walls at all. In all it had known, there was itself and no more, any sort of other was a shocking change to its perception of reality as a whole.

Experiencing any sort of shock was a change as well, only increasing the new sensation. In all of its time, it had been aware, but it had been so long since it truly felt. When it first began to perceive itself, there had been curiosity at its own being, hints of excitement when it learned more, satisfaction when it discovered all there was to know and understand, leading to the eventual sadness at that same fact, until it reached boredom and what lied beyond, something that surpassed ennui as it faced that truth. With nothing else, it would simply carry on.

Or so it had thought when it would bother to think, but the presence of an existence outside of itself had changed all of that, making it realize even more. When it first felt the walls around it begin to break it had been confusing to make sense of as it strained against that boundary, adding another discovery to the list. It was a thing of substance, capable of straining against its environment.

That somehow managed to be just as shocking to it as the walls were. There was more to it than it had known. Before there was never a sensation of being pushed against anything, without the sensation to work off of, how was it to understand that? But now that it did it wouldn’t stop.

Movement! It could move and pulse, feeling the boundary around it crumble just a little more as shock turned to excitement. There was still more it had to learn about itself, but beyond that, there were things to learn beyond itself. How could that be anything other than exciting, leaving it poking at something it hadn’t realized it possessed until then.

Imagination. If there was one thing beyond itself, perhaps there would be more. Another wall beyond it to feel, another to break down. If it could have that, wall after wall to push against then that would be enough for it. It would be able to strain against it when it wanted, relax when it didn’t and even think back on the times it strained when it wanted to relive the moment without pushing itself. Paradise, at least compared to its existence before.

Its imagination didn’t end there though, even if its other thought was of a negative variety. What if there was no other wall to enjoy? What if that was it and once it was gone it would have no choice but to return to its previous existence, but after a moment’s hesitation decided that would be fine too. It could waste away eternity trying to make it last as long as it could by only pushing it when it really needed to, but then there’d still be the eternity after.

And even if it left it alone like that, the wall was breaking on its own, that was the very reason it was even aware of the thing’s existence. Why let it crumble by itself without enjoying the feeling of helping it along?

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So it pushed more, taking in the sensation for all it was worth if that was to be the last time it would get to enjoy it until it experienced something else. What stood beyond it.

It didn’t have eyes to see, nor other sensory organs to perceive existence around it in a normal way, but as cracks formed in that which contained it, it was able to interpret what was beyond in a way it never had within its confines.