Erebus is not hell; I've found hell.

[littlesilvertip]

The good news was I got away. There’s a spiritual accord between this ‘scene’ in Battlefield, and other realms. The tunnels continued until there was a gateway which I readily threw myself into. The spiritual accord was the chaos at the end of the siege, where child of the horned serpent and grandmother alike were being killed wildly. The gateway was into flux.

 

I wasn’t expecting flux. I wasn’t expecting to be in the umbra at all, but I definitely wasn’t expecting to be exposed to the very fires of chaos and creation itself. Everything was… disorienting. Shifting. Constantly changing. I couldn’t even find the gateway behind me. I kept constantly changing forms, lacking control over even what my own body was doing. I remember when I got hit by the sands of time and ended up older. It was like that, but constantly, and I’d be an old man, and then a young man, and everything in between. A few wyldlings descended on me after… I don’t know. A day? How do you even judge time there?  It has no meaning. I killed one and ate its gnosis to sustain me, but it wasn’t much. The rest drifted off, and then started attacking eachother. One blinked out of existence, and the other one began laying trees down into an ocean. It’s… hard to put to words. Nothing behaved as it should.

 

The spirits in my fire spearpoints came free, and were completely out of control. Far from the capricious spirits I dealt with, they were mad with the energies of the realm, and ganged up on me. I’m incredibly burnt, and the skin’s leaking a weird puss. They left me alone, but I was too out of Gnosis, and near death, to do anything. 

 

I don’t know how long I was there. It could have been minutes, or years. I was sitting on a font of almost pure wyld magics. No control over anything. Just… my body spasaming with uncontrolled change. I say my body. I spent time as several different people I know, and a few I didn’t. That’s how it started. And then other things began happening, and I… I’m not putting that to paper. I’m not thinking about that. It’s over. I tried to assert some stability over myself, and my enviroment, and I succeeded. There was a gateway. It went through it. It could have lead to Malfeas for all I cared. I just went. Anywhere was better than there.

 

It lead out into intra-realmspace. I’ve heard about this from the mirror. The spirit world between the spiritworld’s membranes. It’s a confusing labyrith of… scenes? Tunnels, magics, shortcuts, and lost bit of ideas floating around like pondscum. It’s amazing back here - or would be, if I wasn’t dying.  I’ve noticed I’ve got another tail now, so I bit the damn thing off. Bad call. The blood loss is making me woosy, and it’s getting cold. Time is starting to pass erratically around me again. I’m probably going to die here, by my self. No pack. No family. Not even a bear to keep me company. Maybe I won’t come back as a Kass’aq. I guess I remember being dead before. It wasn’t so bad. I’m going to miss the warmth, though.