Quoth the Raven

Unseen, Unheard, Unknown

I float, insensate in the white, soundless void. Naught reaches me now, not the cries of the mortals that seek to worship me, nor the taunts of those that would earn my wrath. I have lost form...the tattered remains of my body are insubstantial now, there is only thought... only sheer will. My mind attempts to seize on the why's of what has happened... but it doesn't matter now. I drift... languid... calm... fading...

Calamity

(FLUx)

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The blinding pain of the entropy imbalance returns, searing through my mind like a bolt of lightning, igniting a stream of unending pain that drives me to my knees. The agony forces a stream of golden tears to fall from my bound eyes upon the billowing floor of Nirvana, where they harden into amber. "It's too soooooon... much toooo sooooooon!" The blazing runic scars upon my cheeks scald and burn into my flesh, the rising smoke billowing to fill my private chambers with an acrid cloud. The heat rises until, finally, the restraining silk band across my face catches flame and burns away leaving my orbless eyes unfettered. I hasten to throw my arm across my visionless sight, lest unseeing gaze burn away the entirety of the horizon.

The heavenly plane of Order shudders at my discomfort, sending tremulous shock waves through the myriad clockwork cogs and towering scales and spires that make up the place. The gonging of the infinity bell rings across the realm, toning the urgency of the event. The time has come... as all times do.

The pounding in my head increases, my heart seizes in my throat. The growing urgency, driving me insensate. I lurch to my feet and stumble forth. Blind, my hands grope for direction, following the compulsion which drives me onward to stand, before the gaping maw... of the Destiny Gate.

The pulsing energies of the dimensional gate surge in the throes of cataclysmic magic, unbound and unrestrained. The mirrorlike interior of the gate flexes and roils under the bounds of entropic seizures racking the world. Until...

(FLUx)

BOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

In the space of a moment of thought, the individual gate shards fly inexorably toward my awe struck form catching up to me as I am driven backwards from the concussive blast of the explosion. I feel the impact of each magical shard as it cuts through my body, tearing viscera, stealing my essence. Roiling waves of seething magical energy fill the air with a nauseating amount of power, I am unaware if it spills from my torn form, or from the remnants of the Destiny Gate.

Weakly I raise my head, peering unseeingly upon the wreckage of the Tower, now open to the sky and still rumbling in what could only foretell a complete collapse. I cannot move, paralyzed.

(FLUx)

I scream, the haunting cry of my pain echoing across the plane and down into the mortal realms long after I can no longer seem to speak. The energy builds, filling me, the scar blazes into white incandescence, orbless eyes spill ivory flashes of light as pure mystical energy retches from my still screaming mouth until...

BOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!