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.

Comments

(body horror/dysphoria adjacent, cont.)

[apocryfall]

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

You are not a denizen of this world.

Welcome to this humble world.

Here, you shall have green pastures to lie in,
Quiet waters to rest beside.
Here, your soul is refreshed.
You need not fear any evil,
For your soul is protected.
You shall be anointed with oil, and your cup shall overflow.
Surely, goodness and love will follow you all the days of your life,
So long as you dwell in this house forever.

Please, by all means, sleep well. Welcome home.



You have succumbed to the world.
You have lost the power to change this world.
You may continue to dream, but Lucifel will not wake by your hand.

You do not "hear" so much as "sense" that you have been welcomed into this world—it's as though it's acknowledged and registered your presence, and you understand that you have lost.

Inside of yourself, it feels as though something's taken hold—your skin begins to burn, feeling sore as though you're recovering from frostbite or stretching for too long; at no point does it hurt, but you can feel your body tightening in on itself, as though you were freezing outside overnight—

Then, there's a feeling of twisting, as though someone takes your body and wrings it 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 body has knotted up . . .

. . . something inside you blooms. Warmth swells, from the tip of your head and fingers to the very ends of your toes, but it's a pleasant warmth—you could almost lose yourself to it—and it leaves you feeling as though you were standing on something soft, pleasant enough to sink into and lose yourself. The feeling will pass after a moment, but instinctively, you know this means you have become a denizen of this dream, and you can no longer hurt or be hurt by any other denizen.

You have lost your WILL. As a denizen, you may recover your WILL through rest. ]