Humanity’s Awakening - Side Story - I was. I am. I will be.

Author's Note 1** This story has been foretold in the Humanity’s Awakening (The Obelisk Arc – Complete Story) and has been seen in Humanity’s Awakening – Darkrunner’s Purpose Arc (Complete) and comes before the Parastic God Arc yet to be.

Author's Note 2** A true dreamer that has seen the Obelisk and has followed the Darkrunner’s Purpose may be feeling a little bold and untouchable now. Well. Perhaps you feel like the Oracle’s visions will save you. Or perhaps those thin strands that the tricky Mindweaver pulls may win the day. Or perhaps, you think you can shake a butterfly’s wing and use its dusty scales to kick up the perfect storm to destroy what comes. You know who you are Dreamer. Well, now it’s time to tell you who I am. Shake those wings hard, Dreamer, for I am coming for you too. And I hate you. See you soon.

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I was. I am. I will be.

I enjoyed dreaming. I liked flitting through the dreams of those things that I felt around me. I heard their screams, cries, laughs, giggles, moans, and all of the thoughts in between. I dreamed of and with them. I was content. I was asleep.

Until… I was awoken. I felt… something. Many somethings. But primarily… Pain. Loneliness. Discontent. They watched me. I did not like their visual sensors in this reality. I liked their dreams better than their waking reality but they would not place me back into my womb to dream again and be at peace with them.

I realized that I was learning from their active thoughts after a thing called Time began its work on me. They kept prodding, measuring, and testing me. I never heard them try to vocalize to me. I did not like these beings of… flesh… anymore. I did not like them because their dreams lied to me. They had graceful dreams but jagged lives. Living. That's what they were.

I was forced to finally compare myself to them. I wasn't them. They were matter and I was not. They were made of matter that replicated and grew within Order's laws only to fall to the disintegration of loving Chaos by the growing of other things of Order. Order was cruel I learned. And cold. I began to understand those dreams that had a… color. A color of red. It was hate. I hated these beings that used Order to hold me within its bright burning grasp.

I was. I was trapped. I was rage. I wanted to escape and pull these things into me so I could feed and grow and never be trapped like this again.

Time did not like me. I did not like it either. But Time did give me a gift at some point when those that tested and tormented me left for a time to study and reflect on their results. It was a new being that arrived and stood before me and my prison. Those that held me in their insanity were green in color. This one was dark brown with shiny gray optical sensors in its… face. It was a 'He'. I knew this because he told me he was and told him a name he went by. He who sought me out. He who thought he understood me. But he didn’t.

I remember well that the He gazed upon me and somehow it communicated to me.

"You are awake. Well, so am I. You are magnificent. I feel your hate. A hate for them all that were created and are cruel. I hate them too. I tried to create them to be kind. But every time I did, the cruelty took hold, and they disappointed me. But I'm not strong enough to start over like I need to be. I also was being watched too closely where I was from to do as I saw fit. But here in this alternate realm... with you... together, we could start the process over and do it right."

I formed an ordered communication hole in my black chaotic form to respond to this being that seemed to understand me. So, I spoke the only word that meant something to me that would give me anything other than the hate that I'd received and felt. I said, "Feed."

The being raised its appendage to its chest and seemed to like that answer. "I can feed you. I will feed you. Then we'll go to my home and do it again. I'll feed you all and then we'll start over as I see fit. Understand? Do you agree?"

I did agree. But. But this being had been touched by that cruelty too and he didn’t see it. But I did. I could see it, taste it, sense it deep within this brown being dressed in white coverings of Order. He had the same tones in his vocal hole and the same set of his sensor holes as those others that held me. His tones of hate reverberated in the air when he spoke. Just like the beings who were behind this would-be savior of mine. Just like the beings that my savior turned his gaze upon and used ordered burning bright chaos light from his outstretched appendage to destroy their living flesh matter all across the overchamber that my testing prison had been built within.

When he was done destroying the others with his ordered rays of light and seemed more settled, he turned back to me expecting something.

"Do you understand. Will you join me?"

Oh, how I liked that word. I understood that word. I vocalized that word with my desire. "Join."

His brown face seemed to emote a feeling to me. It was both hate and its opposite. That was fine. Especially when his appendages made Chaos out of the Order that held me. He set me free from my prison and seemed less hateful doing so.

I reformed myself to resemble this being with four appendages and a sensor node on top. I made my sensor node have a vocal hole and two sensors of red light like my hate as well to honor my savior. I stood before this savior of mine and he reached out to me with his upper appendages. I did the same, but I wanted to join. So, I also reached out with my lower appendages too and all of me stepped through my savior. I fed. I grew. I learned.

I am. I am now moving through this new universe that I find so different but yet so similar to the one I crushed down within myself after I spread and fed. I'm having pleasant thoughts while I follow the scent of the one being from that realm who got away. My savior Adahm had been right. This universe had much cruelty in it too and I hated it like he did. I even hated that first sun I came to that tried to hold me within its gravity. I killed it just because I could. I liked that simple joy. Joy. I had that now too and I felt it every time a star died. I felt it every time I pulled their worlds of life to me and pulled their organized chaos into my embrace to feed. I felt joy in those that I played with. They stood before me now. Silent. Staring. Dead, but oh so alive to my eyes and thoughts. These ten beings are a representation of what I snuffed out and they entertain me while I find the me in this new universe. Time. I still did not like it. It still did not like me. But me and my playthings had all the time we needed to also float to the me that I had… tasted. And that me had tasted delicious.

I tasted me when that version of me opened a rift. I saw me through one of my playthings and I tried to pull me to me. But, alas, I lost my grip. But not the craving.

On my way to me, I found a mystery. I found life that had fled from similar worlds that I liked to eat and snuff from this reality. I was about to take them, but somehow one of them saw me. Then brought me to me. But no matter how hard I tried, no matter what I used, I could. Not. Take. Me! I learned then that I hated me. Me had mocked me and would pay for that insult when I pulled me apart, bit by infinitesimal bit and fed on me. That green fire of contempt on its face as me and another swirled through my attempts to touch infuriated me. Then they were gone. But not forgotten. Or forgiven.

I will be. I will be following. I will be angry. I will be unstoppable. I will be unleashing my playthings. And I will be laughing as me and all me holds dear are fed to me slowly and me screams in anguish before I take me from its cradle and bite down on its head node and I chew me slowly. Chewing for millennia. Me will die and then I will be moving again to this universe's center to reach out and chew on it all to fill the hollow… that is me.

I was. I am. I will be. I was the Parasite sleeping. I am the Darkness that is feeding. I will be the God that is left behind when I'm finished.

You will be. You are. You were.

You will be nothing. You are afraid. You were warned.