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Labyrinth recognised the signs, and so did the children of this entity, of this abomination of abominations, because Sel was one of their chosen. He was one who had to be awakened, one who was touched by the many offspring of this universe-defying thing in the centre of all universes, and as such, as soon as the senses of his human self were taken away, he started to awaken. But the child in his body was still weak, its skeleton fragile, its soul still freezing against the cold cruelty of Labyrinth, so it was not the time. As such, Labyrinth returned to Sel the concept of the world, making him able to see with his senses again, but Morbidia, Labyrinth kept in darkness, for she did not belong here. A mere lost spirit that sought refugee in such an insanity was not to be allowed to live through this ordeal, Labyrinth decided. Even though her actions of insanity did appeal to Labyrinth.
Sel took a deep gasp as soon as he saw the world unravel before himself again, and as always, once his senses adjusted to the new image, he found himself in a completely different place. He was in the centre of a blood red meadow with ravens standing upright instead of grass, not to mention that in the place of the Sun, a grotesque skull of an inhuman being hung from a disfigured, mechanical spinal cord. But such images did nothing to Sel, whose mind was already used to these insanities. He simply checked if he was all right, then he checked if he still had his equipment, especially his trusty knife with him. The backpack was still somehow on his back after all these ordeals, and he found that the grip of the knife was steadier in his hands than ever, so he deemed himself to be ready to explore Labyrinth.
In his wake, the grass that was a flock of ravens, stirred and rearranged itself to patterns that represented the seven-in-four, the abominable sign of Labyrinth before they took flight to the skies, leaving behind nothing but emptiness. It seemed as if Sel had found the void, an infinite plane without texture that stretched on for eternity and beyond. However, what he did not know was that below this textureless plane lied the children of Labyrinth with their aura of certain doom wrapped about them. They were now watching him, the one who would join the ranks soon, for even if it would take decades for the seed in him to blossom, it would be only an instant for Labyrinth. And if there was something that Labyrinth did not like it was Labyrinth's children being hurt unless it was for Labyrinth's sake.
As such, wherever Sel went, Labyrinth clamed down the wave of change or seized it with the hands that Labyrinth never had, then threw it before the monsters that dwelled in Labyrinth, which gladly feasted upon it. Whole threads of existence were devoured just because of the mere whim of an entity, never to be given back to the cosmos. Worlds died even before they could be born, they were aborted in the womb of their non-existing mother, after which even the mother was killed without mercy. Anything that impeded the birth of a new seven-in-four, the awakening of a new insanity was to be discarded like ragdoll that has lost the favour of its owner.
Sel took a deep gasp as soon as he saw the world unravel before himself again, and as always, once his senses adjusted to the new image, he found himself in a completely different place. He was in the centre of a blood red meadow with ravens standing upright instead of grass, not to mention that in the place of the Sun, a grotesque skull of an inhuman being hung from a disfigured, mechanical spinal cord. But such images did nothing to Sel, whose mind was already used to these insanities. He simply checked if he was all right, then he checked if he still had his equipment, especially his trusty knife with him. The backpack was still somehow on his back after all these ordeals, and he found that the grip of the knife was steadier in his hands than ever, so he deemed himself to be ready to explore Labyrinth.
In his wake, the grass that was a flock of ravens, stirred and rearranged itself to patterns that represented the seven-in-four, the abominable sign of Labyrinth before they took flight to the skies, leaving behind nothing but emptiness. It seemed as if Sel had found the void, an infinite plane without texture that stretched on for eternity and beyond. However, what he did not know was that below this textureless plane lied the children of Labyrinth with their aura of certain doom wrapped about them. They were now watching him, the one who would join the ranks soon, for even if it would take decades for the seed in him to blossom, it would be only an instant for Labyrinth. And if there was something that Labyrinth did not like it was Labyrinth's children being hurt unless it was for Labyrinth's sake.
As such, wherever Sel went, Labyrinth clamed down the wave of change or seized it with the hands that Labyrinth never had, then threw it before the monsters that dwelled in Labyrinth, which gladly feasted upon it. Whole threads of existence were devoured just because of the mere whim of an entity, never to be given back to the cosmos. Worlds died even before they could be born, they were aborted in the womb of their non-existing mother, after which even the mother was killed without mercy. Anything that impeded the birth of a new seven-in-four, the awakening of a new insanity was to be discarded like ragdoll that has lost the favour of its owner.