"See the different colors across? They are reflections. Each and every atom—Every quark, hell! Even every static particle that makes those quarks up is a different multiverse overlooked by the bodies of the Ylu-Triad... You see, for every Primordial Soup that exists, there is a separate Multiverse that is governed by it, and governed by a different set of Ylu-Triad, but these three that we have here are not their bodies, but their souls! In essence... The souls are playful guardians, and the bodies are mindless protectors! The mindless have the abilities and powers corresponding to each of the Devil Trinity. Their names are unknown to us; but we somewhat know where they come from." Her long dialogue hadn't yet ended; but at the moment, neither Zabulus, nor Onofre really cared, since Zabulus was invested and craved the knowledge, Onofre simply got lost in the lecture herself.
"But, it's kind of scary." A particular observation got a bit of laughter out of Onofre. "Do they exist inside of the black thing?" Zabulus had no idea what to call 'that black thing', but seeing all these colored dots across it—most were a shade of blue, sometimes with random colours nearby, and then past that... it was all black.
"AH! Right, I suppose I should tell you..." She said.
'He really is clueless about the structure of the world, huh? I thought this was common knowledge, but then again... what was the big one again? Ahhh, the Theory of the Exception!' She recalled the events from her days when she was a newborn Librarian. "So, the colored thing you see, the one which shines is our current Plane; let me explain this in excruciatingly long detail. Our world exists, in truth... at the intersection of two different realities and on a third level; known as the Void in Blue, I'm sure you're familiar with that term?"
He nodded in response.
"That is but one level which cannot be classified under a single concept. It's a mess to explain so—let's leave that for later. Basically, there exist two Voids in Blue, an inner, and an outer. Now the outer is something else entirely; ungovernable even by the likes of Agel or Babel. You can go there if you ever find yourself willing to lose your soul—actually, most never come back out when they wander into those unknown waters, and since they're no use in becoming a proper librarian—not as if there are many options anyway." She laughed at her own joke.
"The inner blue is where we are at the moment, we are situated in a limbo-like position, surrounded by these Blue Static Particles that are trying to attack our very soul, corrode it, and... turn us into an Amalgamate. Now! You may ask... why are we safe from these evil particles!? Excellent question, Boyo! It's because of the scribes of this land, this entire land that just floats in the Inner Blue finds itself protected by them and their cool little powers, and relics or whatever they were called. Actually... I think it has to do with this old crone I killed... Actually! You don't have to know that." Her expression turned serious. She tried her best to not mention it.
"...Hm, okay, continue on, then." He replied with a surprised tone. 'So, the only thing keeping us safe from literal hell is people who apparently use these special 'Relics'... That's reassuring, sure as shit.'
"Alright then, now where was I...? Oh, right! So. This Inner Blue surrounds the entirety of this place called Felsunachreacht, and even deeper into it, there's four layers to it that have their own seperate Libraries and Gods! Now... let me remember their names... mmmh... ahhhn.. mm..." Her serious face had turned to a confused one and now an amused smile while she made some funny poses while she pretended to struggle to think of anything. (She struggled though, actually)
"I got it, I got it. So there is the Layer of Babel, The Layer of Babylon, Pandemonium and The Unholy! To speak of their power is unmeasurable. Well, basically equivalents of Babel himself... Not that I've met him or been in his presence before, I'm just a lowly Librarian placed in a tower to overlook this place. Though... I heard that sometimes they would kill entire worlds like they did with a universe long ago—oh, and there was a couple hundred a thousand years ago that ended up getting this place the nickname. 'Empty Heaven', not sure what that's about, though. Anywho! Under our—Babel's Layer, there exist these spheres called Conglomerates! Imagine them as... different dimensions with different laws of physics, but not dimensionally as in 3rd or 4th! Keep that in mind!" Her lecture turned super long, and it was going to end badly for Zabulus in a way that seemed, while, surprising, it seemed fitting.
'I dunno if I wanna keep listening, and if that's all true, I'm starting to regret being here... No, what am I thinking!? This is vital information to find my way back home.' He tried his hardest to stay focused and not pass out from the lectures that Onofre had done so far.
"And then... under each conglomerate... Is a Reality Line, which, well, is in the name! It houses an infinite amount of realities from the beginning of time till this very moment—But Reality Lines are a common infinity, they were all created as different possibilities in the world that could have started, and simply just kept on looping at a speed and capacity which you will NEVER comprehend or could never be able to process mentally! Onto the next part... the Realities themselves! They are basically your big sister, the 'reality-folds' where things usually happen, except, not necessarily in the same way. Everything there is kind of a haze, the world itself becomes sort of a vague shadow when looking at it from the eyes of an outsider. Now, what I mean is... Every 'major' event or something that can change the history of the Reality, creates a new alternate reality with the exact same souls to follow through and see the alternate timeline that had just been made. Example being: Country A and Country B make a peace treaty, but suddenly, tension rises... that's the moment a new Reality is made, and then in one of them; or the next one, war occurs and destroys one or the other. Then there's the one where the tension de-escalates and everyone lives happily for years on. You followin', Boyo!?"
Zabulus gives a soft nod as he rests on the floor.
"Awesome, next part; Existences. They're the little brothers of Realities, they follow the same concept but with minor events, but because of that, they're not just a common infinity, but, more so... an 'Infinite Infinity'. You could never count them to a number higher than the number of 'Infinity plus the Infinity'... that would be how many 'Existences' are around at any one moment."
He scratched his head in confusion.
"You understand, yes? By the way, they are always happening. In fact, so much is happening that even the Orchietomists aren't enough to handle everything. Though There are only 5 of them... but I can't tell about that yet~! It would ruin your perception and—and other things as well—!" She pouts like a child at her own shortcoming.
"No, I think I understand."
"Ah, excellent! See, so... past Existences are... Multiverses, which house universes, which house galaxy clusters, which house galaxies, which house solar systems, which house planets, and those planets are filled with their own ecosystems. Isn't it all... so beautiful? The entire complexity of things makes you go all wild and tingly inside, am I right?" Onofre's expression becomes much more of a nostalgic one. It has an air of joyful youth about it, as a person in their prime would hold.
Zabulus asked her a simple, but potentially devastating, question, "Do... we really, in any capacity, actually belong to this land? If anything, you or I, have the capacity to be at the center of some form of new infinity, some form of... A New Timeline, something with the potential to become an Existence. Or so it seems... Do we really belong to a land like this one?"
Her smile disappears as her eye pupils retract. The lecture has halted for but a single moment. The wind was carried out and the noises died down, and Zabulus knew this, for a single reason, the area was desolate to start, to begin with. But everything around felt so... artificial. That's what Gods are about, after all.
"R-regardless, boyo! We are in the Inner Blue! None of these things apply to us till we go to one of the layers, you got it?! These realities only become accessible through ardour... but even then! The rate at which they expand, and even when the Inner blue attempts to fight into Felsunachreacht, then I'm sure someone will deal with it! They always have! Ah... by the way... The color of the 'Hazze' changes depending on what event is going down."
"What?"
"Ah- Sorry, I keep doing that! Hazze is just another word that we use for... Well, nevermind." She shut herself down for whatever reason, but the gears of his mind were still turning.
'Wouldn't it make more sense if I was talking to some crazy woman instead of an actual informed person who knew of this world's structure? This isn't the first time I was lectured about the world after all... but, hmmmm. My mind has gone blank...' His 'eyes' wander down to his palm as he rubs the tip of his fingers in a circular motion. 'Maybe... this world has made me dazed, and the more I look... the more it tries to erase the real memories from my mind. I can't find why I'm here, I can't find out who sent me, or even my mission. I just want to go home. Now that I think of it, would going into one of those multiverses that have already been conquered and razed by Amalgamates be a better idea? I... I need to become stronger to fight my way back at this point.' His thoughts, his goals changed as he accepted the facts he was now seeing.
There was a purpose to it, to the reason he'd wandered into the Inner Blue without knowing; or a reason he was suddenly there. Meeting Alice was too much of a coincidence for him; all of those who knew about this place, this world... this microcosm of another multiverse... were truly deadly to the mind. But the thought never passed in his mind that he regretted meeting her. Only but one, that decrepit woman that kept haunting his dreams.
'Thinking about it, wasn't it that same woman in my dreams who mentioned 'that' word...? What was the word? How is that even possible, if this world has so little faith in these deities, these gods?'
"Aren't the gods the reason for such an 'Emptiness' and such a desolate land?" He asks with curiosity, not hate, not anger.
"They were the reason at first, maybe. Now it's not that—Babel is-"
'Babel, it's always Babel with her.' He stopped listening as she spoke her usual non-explanations regarding the 'names' of the deities. 'If I didn't feel death, then what if I was simply killed by a god...' Then... he recalled something.
His first encounter with Vadim; that's who that person who'd kissed him was. It was the same man that invaded his soul; humiliated his existence and showed him how weak he was and forced him into that hell.
That's why he shouldn't kill a God; Vadim was most definitely the pinnacle of what a God could be.
He was free.
But it was far beyond him.
His own ability wasn't even worth enough for him to step out of Vadim's 'Shadow'—Even if he were to travel across the Layer of Babel to find whoever this Babel was, to overpower him and kill him, or perhaps even just this Agel she'd mentioned... could he stand a chance, by then? Could he...
He'd still be insignificant compared to those types of people.
But he could always dream.
All these questions and concepts; a whole bunch of 'what if's'.
Yet, his answer lay in one single thing.
To stop trying to justify it; to not justify or deny his weakness, the weakness that brought his inevitable death to many men.
This would be his only method of becoming strong enough.
To either die enough to harvest the congested mind, or to be self-aware to take everything as it came.
The question would become, how much do you sacrifice and how little do you value to continue this way of living? How far are you willing to take it until you finally die of mental sickness or from not being aware that your surroundings are a result of your broken mind trying to fill in the emptiness of the abyss?
It was a gamble, a very long one to see where it'd go; how much does his desire to live surpass his fear of dying? What would it bring out of his psyche to finally become... content. To not go mad or be controlled by it. To know, in fact, that everything around is the will of this lonely individual to finally break the endless loop of monotony.