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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.

Smoke clogs the air above the city, but I can make out multiple toppled buildings against the flames that consume numerous districts. I watch as the newly returned Shining Booster Techrider clears a path through the core of the city. Going beyond where he was able to ride, I land with my duo-cycle in the largest crowd of demons and see a hauntingly recognizable portal to the Hellish Dimension. They have come for me, revenge, but as I tear through them, I sense the coming attack. More portals continue to appear all over the city, and even the heroes I have encountered so far can do little to stop such an onslaught. I become separated from my duo-cycle in the chaos. Their numbers begin overwhelm even me, there can be no alternative, my death is desired.

The air around me burns, smelling of sulphur and suffering. Flames burst forth from the ground in a pentagram, and I leap backwards. A portal scorches into reality, screams emanating from its depths as hordes of demons rush out in full violence. Immediately, they overtake me, scratching, clawing, and ripping at my armor. Their power is not to be trifled with, for a mortal there would be no true defense. But a mortal, I am not.

I focus my powers, crushing those in my vicinity flat, showering me with demonblood. The uncaring splashes of the footprints of the others upon their fallen invigorate me. I rush toward one of the horned ghouls, and tear off his forearm, shoving it under his sternum, and into his heart. A gravity sphere bursts him open. The next, a two-headed beast, I kick his knees in backwards, and, while he’s falling, elbow drop his skulls, exploding his brain matter onto the ground. I spin, and the one who was behind me receives a strong kick to the stomach, his innards pour out of his giant, fanged mouth. He collapses, dead. A fiend charges at me with two long horns. I grab hold of them, breaking them off, ram them into her shoulders. Using them as handles, I tear her apart. In this time, four more have surrounded me. The one in front of me has four arms, I assume he can do without two, so, I rip them off, and, in doing so, bring them around me and such velocity as to remove the heads of the two to my side, meeting behind me, the arms crunching the head of the final one. I drop the arms. A kick delivered through the pelvis on the one in front splits him in half. More keep coming from the portals. I begin to fire gravity spheres into the crowds, not wanting to bother with physical combat any longer with these lesser creatures. Gangs upon gangs rush at me and each group turns into a fleshy sludge of ruptured innards. I leap backwards, and activate the surge bullets; my hand begins to spin, firing out non-stop bullets from my finger tips, mowing down the hundreds of demoniac fodder. Soon, no more remain on this plane, and I center my attentions directly towards the portal.

A slow clap is the next thing to emerge from the spinning vortex of flames. I stop firing.

“Impressive. I’m impressed.” A familiar voice comes forth. Celrdurrn. He steps out of the portal, his black armor more impressive than ever. A Knight of Hell. He is followed by multiple Hellbeasts, flame exhaling from their mouths. Wasting no time, I punch one of the hellbeasts into the moon of Loameria, leaving a blood-splattered crater. The next, I grab by its oversized arm, and toss him into the second sun. The sky clouds over black, and hellfire rains down from the darkness. Streaks of fire scorch the ground, and blacken the portions of my armor they touch, staying aflame for only small moments after landing. Celrdrrun bursts through the final Hellbeasts, killing them, before punching a hole in my chest and kicking me into a mountain. Yet another portal opens beside me.

“You’re weaker than ever.” He says as he steps through.

Before I can recover, he grabs me by the neck and drags me into the Hellish Dimension. Once the portal closes behind us, I can feel sealed off from what little power I had. This dimension does not follow the physical laws of the larger universe by its nature. I am dropped to the ground in front of a mob of hellish creatures. They shackle me in hellfire as Celrdrrun opens a portal and departs. I am brought through the limbo and past the gates that are shut behind me.