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Once upon a time, deep in the heart of a verdant forest, there was a beautiful kingdom of winding rivers and rolling green hills.
Within that kingdom, two princes lived.
The older prince was loved by all; his kindness was effortless, a natural extension of his pure soul.
His kindness was known from high-born to peasant alike; it came to him as natural as a breath.
The younger brother, however, was the opposite.
The younger was a jagged shadow in comparison to his brother, cruel in nature.
He merely saw the people of the kingdom as toys, beings of lesser value compared to himself.
Despite his cruelty, his brother loved him with a patient, nurturing, soft warmth.
Despite the warmth, the acceptance, and the understanding, a seed of jealousy, of envy, of wrath grew within the younger prince’s already tainted heart.
As the seasons passed, spring, summer, fall, winter, repeat, that seed grew and grew.
It grew until it was a spiky, toxic thorn of resentment that choked out any of his remaining humanity.
And so, when their Father died and joined the Moon Goddess as a star, the older prince was crowned king.
This was the last straw.
The younger one couldn't take it anymore.
Couldn't stand being in his brother's shadow, couldn't stand why he wasn't king, why HE wasn't the one to be feared by those pesky peasants.
Driven by a hunger for power he didn't earn, he learned of whispers about a creature deep within the mountains that could grant ANYONE their deepest desire.
All for a price, but it was worth the risk.
The jealous prince, with his mind twisted by greed and envy, snuck away on a moonless night.
He trekked through frozen peaks, suffocating forests, fueled only by a fire of sin.
A year and a day later, he finally met the creature.
Standing before it, he saw its vast form.
The impossibility of it, a swirling mess of crimson, bone white, black as dark as the void.
It wasn't a creature.
It wasn't a monster.
No, It was a GOD.
The idiotic prince dropped to his knees, hands clasped together as if he were in prayer.
"I'd ... I'll give anything." He stammered out, breathless.
The god did not speak in words; it was far more complicated than that, but the Robloxian mind couldn't understand anything like that.
Still, "Until the very stars die out, you shall serve me, and everything will be yours."
Without a second thought, "I will."
With those two simple words, the Prince had sealed his fate, giving his soul to the God.
[####] slammed the book shut, barely halfway in, and he was already bored.
"What a bunch of rubbish this is."
He tossed the book across the grass, before it could even touch the ground, the book vanished into thin air - pixels fuzzing in the air where it had once been.
He looked across the lawn towards the large cabin in the middle.
With a smile, he walked through the wall right inside.
He watched the "sinners", as his God called them, bustling about.
Four people were sitting in the dining area, talking about hopeless things. Two people sat on one couch talking.
They were all lazy fools.
He threw himself onto the couch, in between the two sinners.
They couldn't see him, never could see him. His God had made sure of that, lest they have problems.
He looked to his left, and a "man" wore a black suit, a fedora with a gold stripe that was very trashy, and dumb shades with equally dumb headphones.
[####] loathed this one the most.
It was their confidence, that unshakable air they always carried. He felt a visceral urge to peel that confidence away like rotting bark just to find that shaking, deep-seated anxiety and fear that lay underneath.
He wanted to weaken the sinner, make their "friends" see how much of a pathetic fraud they truly were.
The one on his right, though.
That one ...
A beloved family man and friend, yet he gave it all up to go to war and then died.
A stupid thing, really, he could never understand why someone with a perfectly loving family would do such a stupid thing.
[####] pressed roughly on the fedora sinner's forehead, leaving a mark only he could see.
He watched as the sinner rubbed at his forehead.
Chance stood up, rubbing at his forehead, "I'm a bit tired, so I'm gonna -" their sentence is cut off by a yawn. He chuckles and shrugs. "Take a nap.. ahaha! Anyways, see ya, soldier boy!"
Chance waves to Guest 1337, hurrying up the stairs. Guest 1337 huffed and shook his head.
[####] looked between the two sinners, how disgustingly happy they were.
If he wanted his God to be able to eat, he had to fix that.
He puts his palm on the Soldier Sinner's face, leaving a much bigger mark on him.
He smiled as the sinner rested his head, falling asleep too.
He sighs, bored once more.
After a quick thought and idea, he teleported from the Sinner's Prison into a vast, dark room with a narrow catwalk.
At the end of the catwalk was a small, simple cage.
This was the home of the sinner, his God hated above all else.
She was the opposite of any of the other sinners, a completely happy, forgiving person.
He didn't get her at all. What kind of person, nonetheless a mortal, forgives people that easily?.
...Weirdo.
He smacked the top of the cage, sitting on the top of it. He peered his head to look down at her; it was unnatural, but he knew it'd freak her out.
"What do you want now, [####]?" Elliot asked, annoyed by his mere presence.
"Oh, you wound me, Ellie! I was just checkin' on ya!" He answered, voice honeyed.
He turned his gaze towards what she'd been watching, always watching.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of monitors, each one a different look into the sinner's hell.
"So, Ellie, what have you been doing?"
He grinned, the corners of his mouth stretching so far in an unnatural manner.
"Nothing that you would care about." She spat, and [####] snickered at her little attitude.
"You're just soooo mean to me..."
Elliot finally wrenches her head up to stare at him. She had bags under her eyes, her curly hair was a frizzy, matted mess, and she had burns on her face.
She looked so pathetic it was almost comical.
[####] smiled at her frown, while Elliot huffed and turned away from him.
"What are you even doing here? Don't you have a job to do? Being a [Yeshur ul Jkgzn] and all."
[####] chuckled, "I'm here to give you a little company! [Znk Yvkizxk] is busy, after all!"
Elliot raises an eyebrow, "Busy? Why is it busy? It hardly ever does anything itself..."
She asked, tone flat with slight confusion.
"What? Think my God can't do things on its own? How blasphemous, I'm wounded!" He joked, but the glint in his eye told otherwise. "But..." He dragged out the word in a playful tone. He pushed himself off the cage, crouching in front of her.
"To answer your question, it's dealing with some brat. Trying to prevent her from doin' anything stupid!" [####] explained, clasping his hands together, closing his eyes shut.
"My god can see everything, past, present, and future. It seems that this brat will bring destruction, and wants to stop her! He chuckles, opening his eyes. "Wonderful, isn't it?"
Elliot squirmed under his gaze, forcing herself to look away instead of freezing up.
[####]'s smile dropped, and he stuck his arm through the bars. He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him.
Elliot clenched her eyes shut, her jaw in pain from his tight grip, and she bit her tongue.
"Things are changing, Elliot." He drawled, voice suddenly flat - nothing like how he sounded earlier.
"You thought it was bad before? That was merely the beginning.”
Elliot felt sick, bile rising in her throat.
She forced it back, [####] let go of her face.
He stood up, dusting off his pants.
[####] clasped his hands together again, "I'll be seeing myself out now, Ellie. Good talk!”
He walked backwards and vanished without a second word.
Even with him gone, Elliot could still feel his eyes on her. She curled in on herself; if she couldn't see it, it didn't exist.
.... Right?
A sound from one of the screens made her shoot open her eyes. She looked up. - Each camera showed a different angle of each survivor's bedroom.
Hearing the same noise again, she could deduce it was from Chance, who looked particularly uncomfortable as he tried to sleep.
She tilted her head to the side, reaching an arm through the bars. She brought Chance's screen closer to her face.
"What's happening to him?"