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These beings are entirely unrelated to the great elder gods, Those Who Sleep Beyond the Nothing. No, something else entirely, they exist only as a manifestation of mortal beliefs. Its vast expanses exist to torture believers and unbelievers alike, granting their essence a sort of eternal life, until that land of this dimension is no longer believed in. However, I was brought here against my will, knowing only of it from the time I slayed a Hellbeast. Now, as my wardens, these beasts begin torture without preamble. First, it is the tortures of personal hell, but I have become too far removed from who I was since I became the Gravity Surge. I could not feel. I had not realized that all the pains I had dedicated myself to no longer held weight. My life on Loameria, leaving for the stars, returning to a dead planet. Revenge. All a waste, a trick of old synapses firing within the tempest of a force of nature, guiding it on an illogical path. A sentient rock, pushed by the dying breath of a nobody looking for their place in the universe. Never finding it. All the while thinking that it chose to hit every cliff-face it cascaded into.

Not getting the reaction they desired, the tortures become physical. There are countless deaths, rebirths unlike what I have experienced before, there’s no silence, only screams of torture from those once living. Yet, still I rebirth as they took me, as the Gravity Surge, within my armor. Ultimately, I am deep within a cavern, large boulders attached by chains to nonsensical machinations mystically float above a lake of flame. Scattered souls kept in tight cages surround the pit. I am tied at four points to one of these boulders, my armor and skin torn from me. Somehow they have once more found bones and flesh beneath my carapace, and not simply boiling primordial ooze. Perhaps because I am disconnected from the universe. A new Hellbeast arrives, the other must be resting after my flaying. It stares at me.

“A torture not from your own mind, not of this Hellish Dimension, but from your past, from me.”

Its scythen nails slice off my legs. Its cloven hooves stomp down on my spine, breaking me free of the chains on my arms, pressing my exposed flesh in the dirt.

“Now, to take your head.”

As it severs tendons and slashes through bone, my body and blood, feeling the rock beneath me, understands. As my consciousness evaporates from the skull rolling on the ground, I feel the electric energy of a soul born within my armor, attempting to be assimilated – – within the walls of caged death and dead within. There are souls, they blame me. Each thought fully believed leading to a differing answer, all inclusive upon conviction. Screaming torment of a death merely believed of in life, a consciousness never ending, trapped within its own delusion of reality. Now, it can only be described, imprisoned within the realm that belief of mind gave birth to, an inferno of perverted torment of the everdead mortal. I never believed. It is within each layer of this fantasy that I, too understand. Just as I am connected to the universe, in its own way, as is this place. My power must once more adapt to the new nature of this dimensional gravity. Then, for a blissful split second, there is nothingness… before a bolt of Hellfire hits me, courses through my spine. A flash of light outlines a suit of armor. A surge of hellfire burns all witnesses to nothingness. Everything is vibrating in my eyes. I’m once again armored. Flames bristle around me. I stand. Bathed in Hellfire, I am reborn from the Hellish Dimension.

I immediately beset the realm, battling my way through every single demon there. Land after land, layer after dimensional layer, challenging and growing my powers. The more I use my powers, the stronger I grow, and the more my form changes. More and more am altered to reflect the horrors of this dimension. I form horns, claws, weapons of hellfire. Countless titans of the underworld are felled by my hand, working my way down, down, down until I reach the ruler and adherent begetter. Unstoppable, I utterly efface it from its own reality. From there, the dimension collapses into me, expelling me outwards in a blinding white light.

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