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For there is no twist, there is no story, but the Void King.
The story of the Void King must be told throughout time. This legendary tale must be told through many generations and years ahead. How the man was crowned is a key piece in this mysterious puzzle.
How the blackness, silence, shadows, Void, loneliness, etc. slowly invaded the interiors of his feeble mind to the point of insanity. And how his godhood was manifested by the hands of others. This is the story of the Crowning.
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In his dawn of rising, the man spent time wondering about the clock turning 0. Anxiety rose as the clock maliciously ticked. The Room dissipated before his eyes in the final year. Everything was disappearing.
Then the black curtains unfolded. A tumor bursts through the emptiness. A basking light comes into view. The man floats in a frozen state. But his heart flares up. However, the Silence is peeking its head out, moving in slowly closer and closer. Eventually, Silence catches up to the man.
“Your Crowning is soon, my dear friend.” the Silence whispered.
“Don’t you dare call me your ‘dear friend’.” The man demanded.
“Well then, what would you call me?
“Your mortal enemy.”
“Good luck, kid!”
The Silence snickered. The man’s body began to slowly crumble away into dust. The Silence whisked away the spirit off to another reality. An actual, operating reality. Thank god!
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The spirit is flown to a field of death. A mirror copy of the original Void is reflected, but without the shimmers of hope, However, something is off about this room. A low mist covers the ground, also black in color. The man makes nothing of the scorpions, wandering around in the sand.
But, he again feels “nothing is existence.”
“I’M BACK?!” The man screams, questioning his life.
The willow of the wisps sorrowed with the strange one. Never ever was there a place of solace. Nowhere where loneliness and peace could be tapped for their true potential. Earth was already wasted. The Void snapped into thin air. Why was this his destiny?!
As he roamed around his inescapable chamber, a sudden thought floated into the man’s brain. His footsteps weakened and softened with each tear. The mist is actually the Silence’s projection, and it was consuming the man. Eating him alive is like a delicate meal. Slowly and steadily.
Then, he went into a coma and woke up in another reality, where he would face the truth.
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The coma had been flooded into the ocean. The man was half-awake and barely operating. His hands stretched out across… a table… a large wooden round table… in a room! However, this table was mystically strange. It had otherworldly symbols and sigils marked in a glowing white material. Almost as if…
“Welcome Edward Patterson, you are safe in your own hands!” The strange figure blessed.
“WHERE THE HELL AM I?!” The man questioned angrily.
“You are in our quarters, I am God.” God calmed.
Soon after God’s introduction, God started to explain away. He began to describe a skeletal figure, with armor forged from Void material, and a sword made from the finest steel. The man, the Void King, was this god God just described. Lucky coincidence, I guess?
Then God got to the meat of the conversation. Why is the man the Void King? The man has experienced many hardships. Loneliness and pain to name a few. These challenges the man has had to face make the essentials of leadership. So, he is a god, the man is the Void King.
When the Void King gained consciousness and met with God, then the other god’s said:
“Welcome, get comfy, and enjoy yourself in the Quarters of Gods!”
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For the final words, I shall say, you must understand, this is the way.
We must continue to advance our society. Securing peoples’ futures. Seeing the night sky. And freeing the chains of their wrath. We must let go of our past traumas and move on. Our government is the way to the future.
Leadership must be bred among the masses. Our past mistakes must not be realized as we technologize. We make mistakes and actions fail us. It is human nature.
So, to destroy the beast, we must accept our deepest fears and conquer them. Be free of our anxiety and procrastination. We must be motivated to run through this dark world.
We must be strong. For my final words, this is our new way.
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The man’s eyes floated above the part right before the author credits. A deep satisfaction as the end finalizes always occurs. He had to have been… afraid… of the truth in front of him.
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Written by Vincent Jura
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The writer who used his authority to mess with the timeline of worlds. Vincent Jura is the most powerful person in existence. And to have been narrated by the person who put him in the Void, it was sickening. He had a burning hatred for Vincent, but he couldn’t release it.
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He hated me.
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P.S.
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I hate him.
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I am
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sorry.
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H…ow
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are you
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sorry?
Because I am.