#worldstone

[diablo-that-first-spark]

Edge of the Abyss

Set a few days after the Purge, at most. We all know how this ends.

A pretty old work from 2018, which I am still proud of. Figured I would throw it up here.

2022.08.21.

[kenyizsuartblog]

Inktober 2020 - 23 Rip

This pitiful demonic magic tried to eat away at It as if it could do anything.

The Worldstone would have loved to mimic the residents of Its world and scoff at the attempt. Truly, Spawns of Tathamet had no shame, especially not the three largest heads. This one, the Second Head truly believed he did damage to It? Oh how much It hated them… hated all of them, including the Spawns of Anu. Both side claimed to be different than the other yet both had done the exact same thing – forcing the Worldstone to create and then destroy Its creations without a second thought.

Well… that is, until that one single Spawn of Anu came with the white hair and big dreams. The Worldstone knew It could trust him. It even let his guard down somewhat and contacted the Spawn with Its… thoughts, It reckon it could call them that. Not like in the case of the First Note of Anu, oh no… That worthless spawn pried and poked relentlessly at Its being, tried his best to enslave the Worldstone. But the Stone would not budge to someone as empty as the Firstborn.

But the white-haired one, Inarius. Now him, the Stone called a friend. No one else was worthy for their names to ever be uttered by the Stone.

Then Inarius had been crushed, and became a threat. The Worldstone experienced grief once again but It allowed meddling humans to sever their connection and thrust Inarius off this world. A painful sacrifice, but one that had to be done to save their shared creation.

Yet the Worldstone could not help but weep for Its friend’s fate. Sorrowfully singing to Itself within the depths of the mountain.

But of course a Tathamet spawn had found It and the little nothing tried to corrupt Its perfect being. Bah! The Worldstone would have laughed if It could.

What?

What was the Third Note of Anu doing here?! He wanted to destroy the Stone?! “Corrupted beyond saving”?! Was the spawn trying to make a senseless joke?! The Stone almost lashed out to pulverize the speck of light in Its offended rage.

Wait…

True, this magic was stubborn, it clung to Its being. The Stone might need a long time to get rid of it… and it may influence Its beloved world until then. No, that was unacceptable. Unacceptable!

… Maybe the Third Note would finally be useful once in its damnable existence.

So when the small sword punched a crack into Its structure, instead of erasing it without a second thought, the Worldstone allowed Its own being and power to surge out through the opening. It left behind Its old body to find a new existence, without much of an idea as of yet.

For the first time in Its existence, the Worldstone knew not even a glimpse of what might await It in the future.

It was excited to find out.

2020.10.23.

[mal-likes-biscuits]

Remember when you first saw the Worldstone?

Of course, Malthael thinks. It is one of the strongest memories he maintains from his immortal life. It stretches from time immaterial to the present, bringing with it searing flashes of joy and despair.

The Eye of Anu. Buried within the twisting caverns of Pandemonium. Cast there the moment Anu fractured. As immense as the Crystal Arch itself, and vastly, incomprehensibly more powerful. I touched it without hesitation, and I felt Anu itself call to me from within. I had found the strongest remaining conscious fragment of our creator. And with it, I thought, our future.

The Arch created life only in Anu’s image. But the Eye saw an infinitude of lives within itself. Unlimited creative potential, unbridled, and silent without a guiding hand.

In the Eye of Anu I saw possibilities of eternity. The power to alter the fabric of our realm. And with it, the certainty of winning the Eternal Conflict.

I called it the Worldstone, for it had the capacity to forge worlds from nothingness. Certainly, its value and importance was beyond that of any individual angel, including myself. Maintaining its possession and purity was a critical mission of the Angiris Council. 

Even so, the Worldstone changed hands many times. And as the Conflict continued, and battle raged across Pandemonium, we lost sight of its true purpose. Not to wage war, or to provide new plains for bloodshed.

But to birth. To bring about existence. And life.

When the Worldstone vanished, I believed any hope of our victory disappeared with it. I saw it as a means to an end. I had, in my obsession, forgotten the spark of Anu resting inside it. 

Inarius did not. It must have called to him the way it called to me, once. Caged, restrained, the Worldstone wished to be freed. It sought the opportunity to do what it was meant to do: bring Light to eternity.

I should have seen Sanctuary for what it was: the Eye carrying out its purpose. Instead, I only saw it as a corruption of the Conflict. The more I studied mortals, the more incomprehensible and dangerous they became. 

Yet, they were created from the Worldstone. From Anu itself. As were my kin. The Worldstone knew this, I believe. It removed the powers of the ancient Nephalem to protect them. And what sentience it maintained shattered itself with Tyrael’s assistance in Mount Arreat. In doing so, it ensured the survival of its prodigy.

In a final moment of blind idiocy, I strove to eliminate those children, instead of celebrating them for what they were. Not my kin, but my family, in a way. Born from a piece of Anu. Different, flawed, and capable of moments of Light and Dark that angels and demons could never attain.

His fingers shake as he pulls the quill from the parchment. Closing his eyes, he tries to push away the image of the Worldstone pulsing like crimson blood in the shadows. It remains.

I wonder if the Worldstone remembered my ignorant treachery as surely as it remembered the moment it was first graced by the Angiris? And if, in its final moments, the Eye saw a future in mortals that could never be created by the angels birthed by the Arch. You would have to ask Tyrael if he knows more. More than this, I do not know.

[karnalesbian]

❌

KUMAGAWA MISOGI (POST-STUDENT COUNCIL)

[xenso-remade]

hey renopy did u uhhhhhhhhhh know i love u? hehe

i love you silas!!!! we should kill ed together in minecraft !!! 

[karnalesbian]

im dying but i wanted to tell you. i lOve you and youre a great person!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love you too silas!!!!!

[karnalesbian]

40, 48, 58

40. Have you ever been in a fist fight?

yea, but not anytime recently

48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?

i wouldnt say depression naps are ‘more fun’ but i guess so

58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game?

if looking up puzzle tips is cheating then yeah sometimes otherwise no not really because what’s the point then

[karnalesbian]

who are your favorite tokyo ghoul characters? my favorites are hinami and haise !

for guys i like takizawa best, then kaneki and kuramoto (the fox-eyes one who used to be hirako’s second in command) + ive really taken a shine to post-character development Urie

for ladies hinami is pure & sweet & if anything bad happens to her ill piss in ishida’s cereal, and of course touka is great. i really love saiko though post-timeskip she’s gotten really cool & im proud of her,