Hell is 666 levels deep.
Can you escape?
Can you escape?
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the reason // lowest of the low
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
A blind maiden once said that the lowest level of Hell was no longer a place for punishment or repentance.
"It is a dance," she said. "Hell is but an endless dance."
Her words made no sense to the denizens of the earthly realms, and so they were lost to time. They were nothing but wistful daydreams of some stupid girl, after all. They were nonsensical and random, but there was some mysterious certainty the maiden put into them.
The blind maiden spoke the truth.
At the lowest level of Hell, there is no such thing as "self." To reach so far, one must discard everything that they are. Their past and their future, their desires and their regrets, their hearts and their minds – all scrubbed clean until one thing remains: a desire to escape.
At the lowest level of Hell, life – if it can be called such – is a constant struggle for domination. Nameless and faceless, uncountable hordes of demons fight daily and nightly, stacking bodies to form a ladder, trying to crawl to the higher level. Sometimes, the lucky few manage to escape.
At the lowest level of Hell, everything is in harmony. It is a world of violence, but violence that is balanced and fair. One force pushes against the other, creating an equilibrium that holds the realm together. A demon lives, a demon kills, a demon dies, and the cycle repeats itself once more. This world tolerates no aberrations: it punishes them with success, forcing them to sink into nothingness and wander the merciless lands above.
Therefore, the only thing that is left is one eternal moment – a fight between countless combatants, all perfectly matched together – and this moment is no different from a dance. In fact, it is a dance with no movement wasted, no actions left without a reason. It is a well-choreographed dance, full of passion and desire, but more than that, it's also a prison.
... a prison you shall escape.
This thing is in the way. Therefore, this thing must die. Therefore, you must kill it.
You close in fast and grab the thing's neck. The thing starts trashing and coughing. This feels right.
The thing stops moving. You let go and it falls on the ground. The thing no longer moves.
You are free to go. You take a single step and stop. Something feels wrong.
Something hits you in the head, and you fall. Before you can stand up, something hits your head again. And again. And again. And again.
Everything is spinning. Your thoughts become hazy. You can barely see. For a single moment, you see it.
A faceless thing – two arms and two legs – standing atop of you. It keeps pounding your head. You feel too confused to move.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
The pain… the pain makes you remember.
The pain shows you the truth. The pain reminds you of the reason you are here.
[] It was yours, and they took it from you. It was probably something precious. It must have been something precious. You need to get it back.
[] They betrayed you. They stabbed you in the back and threw you to the wolves. This cannot stand. These bastards must pay.
[] They are waiting for you. Someone out there is waiting for you. Are they your lover? You have no idea, but they are waiting, and you must find them.
[] You came here. You did it. You wanted to be here, in this place. Why?
"It is a dance," she said. "Hell is but an endless dance."
Her words made no sense to the denizens of the earthly realms, and so they were lost to time. They were nothing but wistful daydreams of some stupid girl, after all. They were nonsensical and random, but there was some mysterious certainty the maiden put into them.
The blind maiden spoke the truth.
At the lowest level of Hell, there is no such thing as "self." To reach so far, one must discard everything that they are. Their past and their future, their desires and their regrets, their hearts and their minds – all scrubbed clean until one thing remains: a desire to escape.
At the lowest level of Hell, life – if it can be called such – is a constant struggle for domination. Nameless and faceless, uncountable hordes of demons fight daily and nightly, stacking bodies to form a ladder, trying to crawl to the higher level. Sometimes, the lucky few manage to escape.
At the lowest level of Hell, everything is in harmony. It is a world of violence, but violence that is balanced and fair. One force pushes against the other, creating an equilibrium that holds the realm together. A demon lives, a demon kills, a demon dies, and the cycle repeats itself once more. This world tolerates no aberrations: it punishes them with success, forcing them to sink into nothingness and wander the merciless lands above.
Therefore, the only thing that is left is one eternal moment – a fight between countless combatants, all perfectly matched together – and this moment is no different from a dance. In fact, it is a dance with no movement wasted, no actions left without a reason. It is a well-choreographed dance, full of passion and desire, but more than that, it's also a prison.
... a prison you shall escape.
<NARAKA: Chains That Bind>
There is a thing before you. It has two arms, two legs and no face.
This thing is in the way. Therefore, this thing must die. Therefore, you must kill it.
You close in fast and grab the thing's neck. The thing starts trashing and coughing. This feels right.
The thing stops moving. You let go and it falls on the ground. The thing no longer moves.
You are free to go. You take a single step and stop. Something feels wrong.
Something hits you in the head, and you fall. Before you can stand up, something hits your head again. And again. And again. And again.
Everything is spinning. Your thoughts become hazy. You can barely see. For a single moment, you see it.
A faceless thing – two arms and two legs – standing atop of you. It keeps pounding your head. You feel too confused to move.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
The pain… the pain makes you remember.
The pain shows you the truth. The pain reminds you of the reason you are here.
[] It was yours, and they took it from you. It was probably something precious. It must have been something precious. You need to get it back.
[] They betrayed you. They stabbed you in the back and threw you to the wolves. This cannot stand. These bastards must pay.
[] They are waiting for you. Someone out there is waiting for you. Are they your lover? You have no idea, but they are waiting, and you must find them.
[] You came here. You did it. You wanted to be here, in this place. Why?