Dreams of Tor

Dead.

Corrupted.

Erased.

That’s what happens to universes touched by Adremer Tor. Before me was another universe suffering the same fate at the hands of one of its fragments. I focus on the uncounted thousands of other universes that it reaches for. The evacuation has hardly begun in any of them. And we Outer Gods cannot see where Tor has touched. We are helpless to save our children.

Painfully, I terminate those universes. Recreate them, then terminate them, again and again, if only to stall Tor for just a few moments. Those civilisations… many were once my pride and joy.

My memories of all them are vivid. As if they happened seconds ago.

And now I must end them with my own hands. I avert my gaze away from them as fragments reach for them. Silent as they are in the Void, each disappearance resounds in my mind like a gunshot. There were no screams. In this silence it was useless to call out to them. The dead can be brought back. Those who never existed cannot.

I lamented to think about those Outer Gods who mocked us for what we cared for. We had the power to create, shape and destroy universes at will. And like our kin, were beyond the infinite dimensions of time and space. If we wished, we could have easily created multiversal civilisations out of nothing, complete with timelines and history. Yet, now, Tor would undo all our work and render all this for naught..

The Void is cruel and uncaring. We have lost so much in just the opening of this disaster. I can only delay its fragment here. And yet the main body of this demiurge still wanders, destroying all that we cared for.

I focus my mind on these universes. Destroy, create, destroy, create. Universes thrown around and destroyed as if they’re fodder. Countless lives were erased as if they had no importance. Those beneath us being driven to madness before they too, are erased.

I gazed at the antithesis of the Outer Gods through the Void. I felt an immense power and presence, compared even to the greatest of us. An unimaginably horrid visage of corruption greeted me. Unlike my kinsmen, who I always felt had countless schemes and machinations running simultaneously, I could detect no signs of intelligence nor thought from this formless mass. Only a barely formed urge to devour.

I focused solely on this mindless demiurge. I averted my mind from my kin, who were desperately fending off its tendrils and saving what little they could, and the countless civilisations and sentient beings devoured in Tor’s wake.

May the Void have mercy, for we have none to spare…

For our children, and for Tor.