Have you ever been . . . to other worlds? I have. At night, when I sleep -
The clouds are falling down from the sky. I can see them raining their terror on the land below, black beasts of steel hard skin slipping through the misty air. In this world, all is ruthless, and power means everything. This is a world that is different than Axiom. You could almost say it's undeveloped. There is little in these lands but grassy plains, savannah, praires and fields full of grass short and tall. Flowers sometimes, though they're often supplanted by the war waging on and on across the lands. There is nothing in this world but violence, absolute and utter. There is nothing but pain and suffering and life forms descending on one another in tedium: the goal, their filthy bags of meat, their succulent flesh his or her own to devour.
Through portals, more beings descend. They take on the old, and evolve and adapt. All beings in this world continue to adapt quicker than you could imagine, and as a result, those who have survived for long reach a pinnacle of power scarcely seen on Axiom. Though even that pinnacle is not enough. Perfection is required. Even the Lords of all the beasts below are taken down by one that is younger, faster, stronger, more skilled with words. Oh yes, they can talk. They talk a lot - sometimes even to me.
This one is handsome, some have whispered with their chittering tongues that vibrate like the backs of rattlesnakes. This one looks weak, another estimation of my ability. This one is bold, and I like bold meat.
Yet for all their trying, they have never been able to strike at me. My existence merely casts itself inwards and outwards from their reality, and their strikes are as if through thin air. I have been labeled as a specter by many, a God by few, and by some, the one who watches. They believe I observe them and in my time, leap from the shadows to destroy their flesh. But that is not who I am. I am not the one who watches, the one who lingers, the one who dwells. Instead? I face my enemies with the boldness of a lion, and I know I'm the King of the Jungle of this world that I call Ekul-Salah.
Have you been to other words? I have. At night, when I sleep, I craft realities as my heart desires.
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WIP.
