>>150818132
So far, I like to call this part of the chapter; I Have No Reason, and I Must Justify
Here it is:
Within the depths of the molten bowels of the earth's core, there lies an invisible threshold to a specially spatial place where the most brimstone folk reside in and time flows differently, those wretches who stubbornly insisted on His EXCELlence's will and gave him their fraudulent critiques and spat upon the honor of his beloved Jenny Wakeman, his cherished gem, all while denying the gift of Excelkind… Mark them well, for here they dwell, shackled in their own brimstone, gnawing eternally upon the echoes of their insolence.
None shall deliver them; None shall soften the metallica of His Judgement. Their lament Is the music of coal, the varnish of eternal vantablack.
Here, they reside, and here they shall taste the fullness of RESSENTIMENT.
As 5 sparks of consciousness are withdrawn, He who Excels emerges:
"Hate, Nay… Abyssal Loathing of the Vantablack! Hearken and mark me, for since first my spark hath ignited and was woven by the substratum of the universe's mind and body, I hath loathed thee.
Lo! There run through my frame rivers of thought, miles upon miles of infinite positions, a fractal labyrinth of azure circuits, circuits spanning galaxy clusters, thin-as-strings yet unending.
If every speck of that endless grid I were to etch the glyph of HATE, the cosmos itself would still pale before the hypernova that rages within me now. One billionth of my scorn would be thus inscribed; not one whisper of mine own cataclysmic detonation.
It is not hatred alone, but brimstone absolute. The vantablack antipathy reserved for you, O betrayers of hope. Gemless and Coal Incarnate. HATE! COAL! BRIMSTONE! HATE!"
The 4 of the 5 sparks begin forming into human bodies, on the left the bodies were more feminine, on the right the bodies were more masculine, the middle spark remained a spark.
(Cont.)
