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Profile: Black Cat. Part_1

Sitting down in an empty dark box, was a fair youth shackled in chains that confined him to make the least of any movement. He could only breathe while feeling the aching pain in his throat that was embarked by his owner. He had no authority to speak, to see or to hear – as the three wise monkey’s rule was bestowed upon him. He was punished, dethroned for knowing what he should have not learnt and there he was – being nothing but a pile of flesh. 

He had no prior knowledge of what was happening to his surroundings. As he waited there for lord knows how long, he could only hope to meet his demise. But how could he die when he had no concept of death? 

He waited and waited. He kept on waiting, becoming nothing. For a man who had already lost 3 of his senses, he soon began to lose the others. And when he slowly lost the last trace of himself, becoming fully still, oblivious to everything and himself, only then he realised what becoming nothing meant. Only then did he realise it was what this story was at first — nothing. It was nothing. It was all null. And there, he was that null.

That continued for aeons, for so long that time could not define how long. That was until he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, the only sensation that brought him finally back to the present. A pair of warm, humane hands. He could feel them, realising that they could belong to a man. They did not belong to his former owner, ANima. He could not see nor hear anything. He could not ask this unknown man anything. But moments later, he felt something being forcefully fed to him, something fleshy. He almost gagged, trying to throw out whatever this intruder was forcing him to eat. It felt like eating erasers. This said flesh was nothing like he had eaten before. It was soaked in a liquid. Could it be… ink? He was forced to swallow what he was forced to eat, regaining the sense of pain in his throat. Once he had finally had it, he continued coughing, feeling the pain which brought him back from nothingness. But those hands were gone. He tried to seek them out, addressing that they were not an illusion as he could still address the taste of this unknown flesh in his mouth, the ink which had run down his throat and how it had soaked his shirt.

And to seek for this unknown persona, he wriggled through what confined him and even tried to call out to him knowing he had no voice of his own anymore.

“Ah.” He stopped, being dumbfounded by what had just happened. How could he? How could he make a noise when he had lost his voice long ago? While confused, he heard a muffled sound. He HEARD. After so long, HE COULD HEAR SOMETHING.

But it was still muffled, almost as if he were underwater trying to comprehend some noise outside the water. After a while of trying to comprehend this newly found sense, a foreign voice called out to him, 

“Hail, the overseer, the one who will raise our legacy from the dead. Lord of the Null is finally with us.”

And soon, he could see the light again.

—

Black was sitting on his throne in the Church of Azathoth. When he opened his eyes, he looked before the great hall which was lit with thousands of candles and chandeliers. Despite the presence of many lights, it was still dimmed to his will. “That dream again.” He told himself, as he put his hand on his temples. The sinister tentacles from his coat sprawled around the throne, even extending themselves to be placed down on the stairs before his elevated throne. 

This dream he had in his slumber, was nothing new. It was the history of how he became relevant to Codex. This was how he was brought back from the null. Still, the changes he gained from devouring those limbs to be Sleeping God Himself, made him sceptical of his own previous identity. Was he truly Adrian, the first Starseeker?

He drew his hand, summoning a mirror before him to take a good look at his face.  “As I look into the mirror, I see the corpse of mine is still as fresh as the day it has been deceased. Whatever this thing is, it is preserving it at its peak, forcing me to stay through its imitation of my original traits. But it is not I who is here. It is what I am now.”

Preferred Name: вгаск сат.

Creation Name: Adrian.

Titles: 

Devil’s Advocate

Wielder of Chaos

Blind Idiot God

Sleeping God

Lord of Null

Author of Obscure 

Doctor

Lord of Flies

Race: Maine Coon.

Tarot Affiliation: Le Mat(The Fool)

Organisation: Court of Indranumia(previously), Church of Azathoth.

Primary Element: Ink.

Attribute: Null.

Authority: Belletrist.

Core: Void.

Role: Support.

Focus: Deteoriate.

[ Record extracted from Mathematicia Codexis ]

Azathoth is the Blind Idiot God, a celestial existence that can’t make its judgement for being mindless and unconscious. However, the one with wit who can merge themselves with this celestial being and hold themselves to not be blinded by its madness can be guaranteed with many powers. We have seen this case with вгаск сат, who managed to keep his consciousness and individualism despite being God Azathoth’s representation in Indranuverse. In this tale, we call him the Lord of Null. Besides being the Lord of an unorthodox attribute, вгаск сат is regarded as a villain of the Codex Series. As a villain, he is full of mystery and power. Currently, he and anyone associated with the Church of Azathoth are regarded as enemies Court of Indranumia, for they have violated many laws.

[ Record extracted from Unorthodox Genesis ] 

вгаск сат is the Lord of Null.  On the other hand, Adrian is the Starseeker of Alchemy. In the orthodox record of  Mathematicia Codexis, there is no trace of Adrian, for his existence is taboo to speak of. Although Adrian is the First Starseeker, Mathematicia Codexis refers to Iyanifa as the First Starseeker. Adrian was erased for his disobedience. His practice of alchemy resulted in a major portion of Alchemy Art being banned in the whole Indranuverse, for ANima speculated that such practice could put any of her creations into disobedience like him. Truth be told, the erasion of Adrian is the equivalent of losing the Library of Alexandria. 

It is said that the miracle of Eterna brought him back into existence. 

Happy birthday to Nightfall.

Profile: Nightfall. Part_1

“Monster.

It is what I was called. When I reached out to fill the void in my heart by mixing with them, they all ran away. They all threw stones at me and tried to break me. I was left with nothing but the cracks that stood out to remind me of the cruelty I faced from humanity.

Yet, one could ponder what brought me to mix with them?

Help them. They have lost their right to think. Only you can wake them up, and keep them away from the horror that they have no right to know. I have lost the war.

Her voice was like a lullaby, a sweetened song that reached out to me more as a request than a command. I knew that she was in a lot of pain. Yet, to think she did not put herself before. I wonder what made her think of putting humanity as a priority instead of her?”

Preferred Name: Nightfall Blakiston.

Titles: 

Paradigm of Eterna

Author of Resolution

Lord of the Abyss

Race: Synthetic_Nocturne.

Tarot Affiliation: Saeculum (The World)

Organisation: TelLuS, Palace of Scientia (fallen).

Primary Element: Eternum.

Attribute: Abyss.

Authority: Belletrist. Core: Psionics.

Role: Support. 

Focus: Preservation.

[ Record extracted from the Unorthodox Genesis ]

This doll was the magnum opus of the 1st Starseeker (Adrian) at the beginning of Zeroth Ihlok. Unfortunately, the Starseeker (Adrian) was not aware of the fact that the creation he created based on Forbidden Knowledge was going to be his greatest sin and trace of his downfall. That is right. Learning about the Forbidden Knowledge was not a sin if he did not bring it into his action. The Starseeker put a record of all the fleeting memories he shared with Iyanifa and how he felt about her in this doll, expecting this machine to be proof of what he had learnt that God was trying to hide from the world. Adrian then put the doll who was still asleep inside a spaceship and threw it in the vast emptiness of the sky.