Weaverscape - Weaverscape

Years pass. Centuries. Millennia.

Another person is being scored, and they achieve a perfect zero.

Hushed whispers and pointing fingers are directed at them, and they remain dumbfounded, until someone grabs their shoulder from behind.

"C'mere, mate. I heard heaven and hell are dull once you get used to them, anyway."

The person leads them away from the crowd that were still to be graded. Slowly, the amount of people surrounding them decreased until there was nobody. An empty expanse stretched in front of the two until infinity.

The person reached their right hand to the floor, and started tracing a shape somewhat resembling a circle, but with many distortions and in dents.

Suddenly, a blinding light came from the ground in the same shape that the person drew. Following that, they laughed at the other's shocked expression.

"Don't worry! You ain't seen the worst of it!" They say before pushing them into it. A weightless moment passes that almost felt like an eternity, and then gravity turned a whole 180 degrees, with them landing on their face.

On the other side, there were other people looking at them again, but they were far fewer than the previous audience, and rather than looking in confusion or fear, it was in intrigue and curiosity.

The person who led them all the way here stands above them, and brings their hand out to help them up.

"A long time ago..." They began.

"They found someone whose score was like yours. Over time, they found others, too. Soon enough, there were too many of them to just leave lying around willy-nilly with nothin to do, so they made a place for themselves to live it out."

As the newcomer finally accepts their aid and gets up, the person who seemed to be the leader finished their speech.

"Welcome, new friend, to the space in-between. Welcome to The Null."

In the afterlife, people will be measured by how good or evil they are in their lifetime. You scored a perfect zero, without a single decimal points. According to the regulations, it’s illegal to send you to heaven or hell so nobody knows what to do now.

"You don't get it." The sorcerer says in a raspy voice, shivering in the corner of his cell. "You just don't get it. For years, your guild has ridiculed me for my abilities before they finally let the wielders of magic to be free. For years I was mistreated, tortured, beat around, made a fool of, and abused. They only let me go when they realised they can use me. Use me for their greedy desires. All I wanted was to live back then, so I did whatever they told me. And I did it good! I gave them anything they could ever want. I helped them become stronger. I erected entire armies for them. I made them stronger than ever!" "But then they thought I was too powerful for them." He followed in a bitter voice, followed with a cruel coughing episode. He continued talking slowly afterwards. "Called me a threat to society. Cast me away. Put bounties on me. That 'Order of Good Faith' you all so highly regard only treat you so nice because they prefer to use you over someone as capable as me. Soon enough, they'll find better people to replace you all, too. More obedient. Less free minded." The heroes listened in silence. Finally, the mage spoke up. "Listen... I know what has happened to you was horrible, but those days have passed. The Order has since went under new management, and our kind have been accepted in with open arms for a while, now. There's no more need to fight. The people who used to control things are long gone now." "PSH! Do you really believe that?" The sorcerer spat out. "You're either innocently gullible, or plain stupid. You simply cannot rid the world of this corruption by waiting. They need to be cleansed off of the earth. Every single one of them. You're no better. Get out of my sight. GET OUT!" The heroes quietly leave the dungeon as the sorcerer keeps rambling and yelling at them to leave. Each one lost in thought. Maybe- just maybe - they believed that perhaps the sorcerer wasn't entirely wrong. That there really were people in the Order that might not have noble tendencies. But they just didn't know.

The heroes just discovered that the reason the “wicked, omnicidal sorcerer” is so hellbent on destroying “the forces of good” is that “the forces of good” captured and tortured them for fifty years.

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