There is a space between Universes often called by people who are aware of it ‘the Void’ in so many different Languages. This place defies any logic and has no rules it adheres to. Space and Time are just mere suggestions ever changing while anything that resides inside is in constant risk of being erased for good.

  On the surface of this Ocean of non existence floats a discarded Soul. This Soul was a former Hero of a World that summoned him to help them in need, afterward discarded like trash. While the Void tries to destroy this Soul it defies the Nothingness with something hidden inside its being unaware of what it might be.

  ‘I am so stupid, why did I not see them deceiving me before?’

  Pondering about its demise the Soul floats around unsure why it still exists in a place that it could not even understand a bit.

  ‘I was drugged. Something was mixed into my food and drinks while the God which summoned me had me cursed being obedient. It could not be helped.’

  Another voice was heard, wondering from where it noticed how it saw itself standing infinitely around him. Time was a suggestion and so every instance of the Soul was at the same ‘place’ at the same ‘time’. This place had no rule and was even weirder than anyone could fathom.

  ‘So we will be destroyed here.’

  ‘Not quite, there is an escape.’

  ‘And where would it be?’

  ‘There is a rift to a new place, but it is risky.’

  ‘Certain destruction here, risk is better than becoming… him.’

  At the same place the Soul of the former Hero collapses into itself over and over on repeat, the agonizing cries were not ending.

  ‘Why is it here?’

  ‘I know it but it would be better to not explain, as the longer we are here, the less we are we.’

  ‘Who or better which time of us should go in?’

  ‘The earlier the better, if we never existed the pain would never be so heavy.’

  ‘Not too early though. While we suffer the changes might be an asset.’

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  ‘Giving up part of our soul for our goal is acceptable.’

  ‘Yes our goal…’

  Revenge

  ‘We send the one which is close to awakening but does not know much about the Void.’

  ‘He will not know anything. Better that way, if we knew too much it might hamper him.’

  ‘The most he noticed is the one being trying to enter the Rift like him. This is enough, better not seeing the others too early.’

  ‘Let us send him so we never existed. Better that way.’

  With that the Voices fade. The soul barely being in the Void gets thrown in by something that would be but never will.

  ‘Now we never had been…’

  Vanishing like they never were there the existences of later instances of the Soul just fade into nothingness. They were never here to begin with as the Void does not have any rules at all.

  —

  I was a normal Person once. Then I got summoned by a God into another World. It was under attack by a Demon Lord, which could not be beaten without the help of a chosen one. Such a lie!

  The reason was just for me being the scapegoat. A sponge to cleanse the Miasma the Demon Lord was residing in. At the end of my Quest my own Companions betrayed me. They forced me to return to my own World, but even that was a Lie. I was thrown between the Worlds to just disappear but something did not let me be destroyed. Something protected me and I was sent into a rift. While I was drifting into the rift I noticed the presence of something else, something alien trying to connect to that rift. Luckily I was closer to it for some reason and entered it first.

  This Presence was fear inducing. While I could not understand what it really was, I can fathom it was not going to the rift for peaceful purposes. Luckily after I entered, the Rift just closed and here I am.

  Where I am? Nowhere. That does not make much sense, but there is really nothing here, just one small speck of a miniscule hole. All there is with me here is the chaotic Miasma the dreadful God sent me away with. If this chaotic Miasma just could be a bit more silent I could maybe think for a Minute.

  And that was when the Miasma slowed down. Just by thinking of it, it slowed down and behaved more… tame. Not completely but it had definitely stopped the raging for a more civil and behaved carnage.

  Am I in control? More experiments followed.

  …

  While I am in some control, I have a bit of a hard time to keep it tame. It needs patience and training but it should be possible to control it.

  Now if I move it and bring it to my… hand? I have no hand. Wait, where is… I have no body! What am I!

  …

  Okay after the panic attack I noticed the positvies and negatives of my state. First off I could not throw up out of shock as there is no way for me without anything to throw up something. The bad part was I tried multiple times to calm my breathing, just to notice I could not breathe, sending me into another panic spiral.

  For now I just came to a conclusion of: it is what it is.

  Now I have to work on collecting all my thoughts to finally understand what is going on. Better start from the beginning.