"You could do everything right in existence. You could plan for all contingencies and possibilities. But sometimes, shit just happens." -THE Genesis Monarch, Unknown Time.
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At this time, near a Shelter of THE Loom that had its massive door struck open, a scene unfolded that showed conquest dressed in the robes of salvation.
Early Creatures and Living Elementals were situated in neat rows, their forms pressed against the barren ground of THE Wastes in postures of submission that their existence had never been designed to assume. They knelt with heads bowed, their authorities diminished, their pride extinguished by force that exceeded their capacity to resist.
They all looked toward the man responsible for breaking into their Shelter and dragging them out here.
A young man with dark hair and a silver robe stood before them with the bearing of one who believed himself right!
His features were handsome in the way that sculptures were handsome, beautiful but cold. His eyes burned with conviction that had long ago ceased questioning itself, faith that had calcified into certainty, purpose that had forgotten how to doubt.
He was surrounded by the allure of Law.
Silver light emanated from his form in patterns of order imposed rather than order discovered. After an Embodiment from THE Creature, he, or really the weavings of THE Living Law within him, had allowed his Immensity to rise almost past Fundamental Depth. He stood at heights that most beings couldnโt reach across eons of cultivation, elevated not through his own effort but through the investment of another.
And at this moment, he was laying down peace with force.
For he was THE Peacemaker, Alexander Asmodeus!
With the Early Creatures and Living Elementals bowing to him, his Enneagram spun like a heavy wheel on his chest, its nine points burning with silver light that absorbed the weavings of those who knelt before him. Their existences flowed into his construct, their authorities becoming fuel for his ascension, their potential becoming foundation for his growth.
This was peace as he understood it now. Not the absence of conflict, but the presence of submission. Not harmony achieved through understanding, but silence achieved through dominance.
As he did all this, in his mind, a voice echoed out with warmth that belied its calculations.
"Once we finish with this Shelter, we can go on to progressively more fortified ones. As you enact your version of peace and Law, we can continue building up your foundation until Absolute is not far away..."
Alex nodded at these words as he was about to continue his harvest of submission when...
HUUM!
Everything around them began to shake.
The ground of THE Wastes, which had no true ground, trembled with vibrations that exceeded physical causation. The air, which held no true air, grew thick with pressure that made breathing an act of will rather than instinct. The light, which had no true source, flickered with uncertainty of something ancient stirring from slumber that had lasted since before THE Infinite Unfurling.
Alexโs eyes widened as he felt his silver authority waver against pressure that exceeded anything he had prepared for.
Not from above.
Not from the sides.
But from below!
In THE Wastes of THE Fallout, direction held no meaning. What was below could be above. What was left could be right. The corruption that permeated this region had long ago unmade the certainties of spatial orientation. And yet, somehow, what was happening was definitely happening from below them all.
Two massive eyes opened in the depths beneath existence itself.
Each eye was larger than clusters of Wheels of Existence or Folds, larger than anything that had manifested in Observable Existence for quite some time.
Terrifying light of undifferentiation that made THE Living Paradoxโs corruption seem like a childโs painting beside a masterwork as at this moment...they held corruption, and they held glimmers of infinities!

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