Lucifel's Ideal World v.3

[idolpro]

—The world is ugly, he once declared.

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good can’t be achieved, and pure evil breaks down. And these two extremes are always incompatible with each other. There is still some evil in a good world. That is how the world is, and it is what continues to create ugly things. Evil sneers at good, and good rages over evil. But, in a world where good and evil oppose each other, there is a group that is far more numerous that always appears.

That is ‘grey’. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life haphazardly and merely exists. They don’t believe in goodness and are simply proud that they aren’t evil. Even though they affirm evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that ‘I am not evil, I am a good person’ and pardon all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people out of contempt. They kill people as part of a game. They use the excuse that they can’t restrain their desires—That’s how humans are. That’s how the world is.

Yes—this world is extremely ugly. Neither dyed by good nor fallen into evil. Unable to decide on a color, the wills of people continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and such foul-smelling corpses aren’t destroyed.



The world will surely continue to rot eternally.

While wrapped within a curse-like fog in darkness frozen to its core.

He thus concluded.

Powers are off.
Corruptions are off.
Carry-on Weapons are not available.
Other carry-on items are available.

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(body horror/dysphoria adjacent)

[apocryfall]

[ You have lost WILL. As a denizen, you may recover that WILL through rest.

You are not a denizen of this world.
To lose WILL is to succumb to this world.
Do not lose your WILL.
Do not lose your way.

You do not "hear" so much as "sense" that you cannot lose your WILL—that it is imperative to keep—but you have already begun to feel the effects.

Inside of yourself, it feels as though something's taken hold—your stomach and organs ache, the same ache of extreme hunger; at no point does it hurt, but you can feel yourself craving as though you hadn't eaten in weeks, parched as though you hadn't drank any water in days—

Then, there's a feeling of twisting, as though someone takes your insides and wrings them out. This, too, does not feel painful, though it feels uncomfortable all the same—like someone's turned off your pain receptors but left every other feeling there—and finally, after it feels as though your insides have knotted themselves up . . .

. . . something inside you blooms. Warmth swells, from your stomach and your chest, but it's a pleasant warmth—you could almost lose yourself to it—and it leaves a sweet taste at the back of your mouth. The feeling and taste will pass after a moment, but you no longer feel hungry. Instinctively, you know this means you no longer require sustenance to live. ]