| New Beginnings by: Trench |
| In the beginning there is only oblivion. Everything originally comes from nothing, or rather the culmination of many things combined. It is so with demons as well as with everything else. Humans are born of a combination of DNA from mother and father. It can be broken down further to say that they are made up of elements such as carbon and oxygen and hydrogen. Demons are also made of elements, whether they are born or created. They are simply made of different elements. In the beginning there is only oblivion, but then there is pain. But what is pain to a consciousness that has never felt anything else? It is simply all there is. There is nothing but the pain and so it is accepted as it cannot be refused, nor can a reason for it be refused possibly be conceived by a consciousness incapable of anything but suffering. Pain is always a factor, but pleasure must be a part of the equation as well. In Hell there is no pleasure, save the twisted sadistic pleasure a demon may derive from the slow torture of a victim. So here, the only pleasure is the stopping of the pain for a brief interval. It is here that the consciousness attempts to realize the better of the two. Nothingness is more comfortable, but far less desirable than the pain. Constant torment will make one desire an end, but constant lack of sensation will make one desire pain. The consciousness is now confused and can't decide whether it prefers pain or oblivion. Enter the fear. The consciousness fears the change that it knows is coming. It wishes simply to be left either within its pain or its oblivion and not have to constantly readjust to one or the other. It fears the moment of change, this makes it more difficult to prepare for it as it is simply fearing it and worrying and wondering when it will happen next, even though it has no concept of time yet. Eventually however, if the changes occur regularly, the consciousness will learn a concept of time and when to expect the changes and its fear will pass. This is avoided by constantly altering the times that the changes occur. Soon, the consciousness learns hate. It hates the change and seeks its end and wants only to be left in peace, but it cannot attain peace, as it does not know what peace is anymore. Constant torture and constant fear and hatred slowly drive the stillborn consciousness insane. That is when the madness takes over. Writhing in its own insanity, the consciousness form thoughts that no living being could, as it has yet to live and understand the ways of the world, yet in its own way, it understands certain things better than any living creature could. It knows pain, it knows fear, it knows hate, and it knows insanity. It is ready to be born. It is given shape and form, born of its own insanity, hatred, fear, and pain. It tears forth from the fires of damnation with a bloody roar and violent screams, the first sounds it hears with its new ears, and stares with renewed fear out of new eyes at a world that it has never before seen as it has only known darkness before. It looks down at its own hands and fears them. It looks up at the blood red sky and fears it. It looks behind at the Flames of Torment that born it and fears them. It looks down the dark red ground below and fears it. And, it looks ahead at the strange demon before him and fears it. Then it remembers what comes from fear. It looks once again at all these things, his hands, the sky, the fiery pit that was his womb, the ground, and the strange demon before him that is his father. Now instead of fear, it hates. It hates them all and wants to punish them because he is certain that they are responsible for all his suffering. Everything must pay for his lack of peace. The demon before him smiles. He has never seen a smile and so fears it too at first, but more quickly now he switches over to hating it. Suddenly there is a voice. He doesn't know what it is saying at first, as he has never heard words, but they seem important. Then it slowly becomes clear and somehow he understands. "You are mine. I created you. You know only fear and hate and pain. Fear me or I shall cause you pain." and he dropped to his knees and recoiled in sudden fear of the understanding he suddenly had. What was this new sensation? This thing that could tap his mind? "I am no sensation. I am a demon, as are you. You are newly born and things shall confuse you. You will come to understand soon. You already know the most important things that exist: Pain, Fear, and Hatred. You will learn that this world you have entered is not much different than the one you just left. Here, the only things that matter are pain, fear, and hatred. But there are details that can be important as well. For example, my name is Malekariel. Learn it well. I know pain, for it is my companion. There is no force in this world or any other greater than pain. You shall learn well of it should you cross me. I have chosen your name. You are Nahkless. Remember it also." He fell into a fetal position and shook and writhed in fear and pain and hate as the voice continued to echo in his mind. "S-STOP!" he yelled, and the sound of his own voice frightened him as much as the voice in his head. He didn't understand the word he spoke, only knew through instinct that it was the right thing to say. Though he was afraid, he felt he should say more. Make the words come. What to say though? How did he say that first thing anyway? What does it mean? "So, you are learning that quickly? You have already exceeded my expectations. Now tell me, why should I stop?" said the former torturer of Hell inside the new demon, Nahkless', mind as he grinned in amusement. "C-cuz...it...hurtsss..." Nahkless hissed, his throat aching as it used its muscles for the second time. The fear subsided in thoughts, at least of his own voice anyway. It seemed harmless, and the pain it caused was far more tolerable than the pain this one, this Malekariel was causing by using his voice. "I have not yet used my voice." came the call in Nahkless' head again. "I am speaking inside your mind. It is the only way you would understand me so soon after your birth. Soon though, you will learn speech, though it seems you�re already learning and faster than I imagined. I have done well with you. Come now, it is time to go home. You need to learn to eat, and to sleep. Then, in the morning, you will learn about life, death, and how to cause one and thus end the other." Nahkless relaxed from his fetal position, looking confused at Malekariel, and slowly rose to his knees. "Do not worry about such things now. Soon, though. And, once more I warn you, do not cross me or I shall indeed return you to the oblivion that you came from." Nahkless wasn't sure if that would be punishment or reward, yet he was still afraid, the natural instinct for survival overpowering his longing for his comfortable past. In the beginning, there is only oblivion. And in the end, there is only oblivion. |
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