V A U L T

V A U L T

You think of the labyrinthine Earth, an unending cascade of layers that ascends upwards and downwards eternally, forever, fucking forever. The night and space and the dead worlds in the blackness are below their own Vault, their own cellar of existence that is moldy with vacuum and infested with the scuttling hives of silent, gnawing leviathans eating away at the foundations of reality while below claw and crawl stages that wind down, down, down, down to sludge, to a oil, to compressed exoskeletons the size of slouching infinity abysmally underfoot. It stares at you unblinking and unfeeling as it's cathedral thorns unfurl and unleash and blossom in horrendous reverse as it enclasps constellation jaws around you and you scream and scream and your wife sees you staring into the dying, degenerating universe that inhabits failed marriages and listless drives and static infested televisions even though the guy at the looming church of BestBuy told you this fucking Goliath of glass and plastic would never have static but there is static of course, staring into your soul as monstrous possibilities across undead cosmoses howl at you in your cubical nightmares

W I N T E R: T Y R A N N I C A L

Heart of marble, mind of icy lightning, bones of inky black water. Winter eternium.

T IT A N O M A C H Y - ONE

Invaders. Intruders. Bodies that are not to be here, constituted matter that is defiant in its vey being. Not acceptable. Blackened lightning surges with prayer, with forceful activation. This has been known for nearly a millennia, for seconds, for the measurement time that dictates whether the first heartbeat of a cosmos is viable or not. Black lightning like velvet crackling spears inconceivably vast, splitting apart hardened matter containment shells to blossom defenses in upscaled ontological alteration measurements. Leviathan mechanisms a living, unbroken dark fluidity as they are born, as they ready themselves. Electromagnetic eyes and tachyon thorns that speak in graviton bursts. A flood of specialized forms, shifting and crescendoing as weapon-mantles. Golden sensor arrays glare, taking off in reverent silence to exterminate the intruders.

The Intruders attack things they do not understand, attempting to shatter devices and hardened orchestras of Perfected matter as if such things could break. But nonetheless, they swarm. Hordes upon hordes of creatures that have amassed here in this realm above realms, all clattering teeth and infectious ideological weaponry. Their commands are relayed with biological command centers, striding monstrosities that pulse and howl.

This is useless. Sentries and Watchers and a thousand thousand other varieties of defensive intellects move with beyond grace. Their weapons sing harmonics of dark matter glory and black hole geometries, unbelievably leviathan maws surrounded by praising incandescent intelligences to study the rapidly devoured enemies.

The intruders are dispatched as if they were miscalculations, problematic observations waved away with alterations to the very fundament of reality.

But they are not at a loss, the intruders. Something left behind, something that lingers in this eternium above. It slowly slips into this places soft, pristine flesh. Into the glassy lightning and the oceans of ontological information. Something that pulses. That knows.

B E Y O N D

Let's batter away the churning ocean that will sweep you from birth to death, from linear existence to omniscience. Let's cleave the darkness of being away, to show you the godly flesh that is Everything. Let the vast skeleton of time, eternal and going in a septillion septillion infinite directions like ribbon banners of connection reveal itself to you. Let the tremendous unseen cosmoses unveil themselves to you. The vast haloes of dark matter and the impenetrable thunderstorm ink abysses of the Higgs bosons. The undying, glassy lightning neutrinos and tachyons breaking the boundaries of light like uncatchable ghosts. Let the future and past and present split and split and split, bloom forever and then another forever, another and another and another, a cascade of infinities that will never end, that cannot end, that are Unified as one but still a vast collection of differences. Think of your mind shattering and breaking and flooding, blossoming like a flower to swallow up the level of knowing and being even the gods and the Titans and cold, calculating Minds could only dream about in their primordium slumbers. Think of the oceans, the graves, the empyrean perfection that exists only in the Void and Afterlives that spread their breadth after the death of a universe, think of the uncontrolled chaotic beauty that is a cosmos just before birth. Eternity and death and time and the undying, unending ascent that is existence before you, within you.

NIGHTFALL GIFTED

Step one. Retrieve a dead leviathans soul. Step two. Ritually convert a primordial intellect. Step three. Forge a frame from the cold fires of the Void. Step four. Break the will of a singularity. Step five. Claim the Rite. Step six. Kill a God. Step seven. Accept your Gift of the Night.

F U R Y

Fury, a billowing wind born from ten thousand dying stars revolting from funeral flame to sweep all away into less than ashen memory. An infernal engine that howls, that sings hymns of thermite and molten iron. Gatling chorus done with Fenrir-rounds, each bullet a Ragnarok and an Armageddon and a Supernova. Screaming with each blazing obsidian tooth, each incendiary tracer to make the night aglow with wildfire constellations.