#theawokenmultiverse

Ok! the Lore has been updated , rewritten a bit and fixed! There has also been some things added!

Characters:

Stain: the force of creation, creativity, and soul

Null: the force of destruction, rebirth, and loss

Piety: the force of thought, wisdom, and free will.

Story:

The Blossom Age

Three forces of chaos made the multiverse. Together they made the multiverse whole. However, Null grew vein, Despite being loved he was not seen as a true “guardian” and was often respected because he was feared. He knew that he would never be as adored as the other two and because of this, he was susceptible to insecurities.

One day, a being from another multiverse was sent to theirs, Being taken by the wormhole that leads to the multiverse this being took root after meeting null. Phobia is a being with twisted morals and fear woven deep into their very creation. Phobia believes they are helping everyone by giving them what they truly lack, the power to combat their greatest fears and destroy them. They planted seeds of doubt into his fragile psyche which caused him to believe that even the ones he loved the most only stayed because they feared what he’d do if they left.

The roots of insecurity grew ever larger in his soul until he could bare it no longer and inevitably lost himself. Destruction became hectic, rebirth was no longer an option causing the aus to be stuck in a dormant state and loss was abundant. Those who survived fled to the order of the multiverse, A safe haven for all Aus. Eventually, the entire multiverse would crumble and in its last dying breath, piety and stain used the remnants of what was left to create the reset soul and by combining their powers they were able to fuse it to Null’s soul and shatter it in the process.

The pieces scattered all around the multiverse, planting seeds that lay dormant in the empty aus. The shattering caused a great slumber, freezing the multiverse order in time. That is until one faithful day, two strange beings were sent into the multiverse by accident. Geister and Stellar had accidentally reawoken the universe, however, stellar was trapped while his brother roamed around freely, his memories completely erased by the timelines.

Stellar had accidentally reawoken the universe, however, stellar was trapped while his brother roamed around freely, his memories completely erased by the timelines.

The Reawakening

Stain was reawakened as a code spirit. Upon finding anomalous he could sense a powerful sense of wonder and curiosity deep in his soul.

This caused him to view him as a capable heir to his role, however, he was not a fool. He knew well that he had to train him before he could be able to take up the mantle of guardian. He knew it would take years and years for him to be ready but something was keeping him from being patient. He could feel Piety’s presence growing ever stronger and he knew that he wouldn't be able to prepare him to take up the mantle so he had to at least teach him to fight. The future of the multiverse depended on it. However, even he knew that This new change would not please the council if such a thing remained. Geister was given a new name, anomalous. He could not remember his own nor did he understand the world around him so Stain found it fitting to name him after a word that means to be different or strange.

Stellar however wasn't so lucky, null’s fragmented code whispered to him, promising freedom, love, respect and so much more if he’d allow him to use his soul as a vessel To help strengthen him so he may return to the realm of reality and not be scattered in the fragmented code. In return, he’d get everything he desired. Now null was no longer himself, he was estranged from his old name so he chose a new one, corruptus. Spying through the code, corruptus soon learned about Stain’s little new pupil and it filled his torn soul with RAGE. With this, he began to push seeds of doubt into Stellar’s mind. Manipulating the memories he had to make him believe that anomalous had abandoned him anomalous could not be trusted for he was a liar! A thief! A disgusting brother abandoner. Why, null was such a better brother to him and he could do no wrong.

After all, he was only looking out for him. At least, that’s what he always claimed. The fusion was painful, it burned. Stellar’s poor little soul felt as though it had been set ablaze. “ do not worry. You will grow stronger and soon you will no longer feel the pain” null would always comfort him with these words. Eventually Stellar learned to harvest this feeling, this magic. It manifested as an odd orange smoke that would pour from his soul and eventually enveloped his body. He felt reborn, at least that's what he told himself. To cement this to himself he chose to let his old name die and chose a new beginning, arcana.

On piety’s once echo flower-covered throne sat a solitary halo, dust all around it but never gathering directly on top of it, forming a barrier ring of pristine cleanness around it. Statues littered the walls, one standing just behind the throne, a curled-up angel with horns curving toward anyone facing the throne, wings hiding his face. The other statues were all covered by their own wings in upright positions as if hidden in cocoons Only small parts were visible behind their large wings. The one in the center appeared to be the smallest of all the other statues. The Lord’s Return***

The Clicking of boots could be heard as a tall familiar figure stepped towards it. Arcana reached out and a tentacle formed from his hand, a painful process that was necessary for Null to reach through him and grab the halo. The halo glowed as Arcana began to be drained of some of his magic in order to free the being left inside. The Candles around them began to flicker before flames burst on every wick as a figure formed from the halo.

Suddenly a glow burst from the other statues, large cracks forming through them as they began to move, and the outer shell of the stone crumbled off. The centered one rose first, his wings unfurling around him, a blindfold taking his wings' place in obscuring his vision. He stood on his hooves before standing in an upright saluting position, soon the others following suit after being freed from their stone prison. All around the palace, the statues began to awaken.

The figure stood in front of the throne, hands clasped together, wings folded around them before unfurling to open proudly behind it. A wicked grin spread across their face as the rings spun before eyes opened slowly on said rings to stare at arcana “Greetings father, It is so lovely to see you so soon.”

Every angel standing in the room began to bow before them, getting on one knee in respect to their former ruler, Null. The angels were all varying, flesh, bone, and blood. Skeletons stood amongst human-like figures, some with animalistic features. Each looks familiar yet completely different in its own way. The only consistency was the placement of wings, though some had more than others as well as each one having a blindfold with an eye pattern on the front, seeming to mimic the eye that floated between the figure’s halo.

“Now , enough pleasantries. It appears you miss your old form, fear not! For I can bring that right back” Immediately he put out his hand, strange code like symbols flashing before disappearing into blinding light, arcana flinching as his body was enveloped in it. Letting out a scream of pain before in a flash his soul was torn into two, falling to his knees he looked up to see the half floating before him , it seemed almost…rotten. A sickly blue and green color as a body formed around it. A towering figure in a raggedy black robe appeared, this must be…null. Turning to face arcana , The first thing he noticed was the gaping hole in his skull, only one of his eyes being slightly visible, no eye light or pupil in any way, just pure black darkness.

Tentacles moved from under his robe as he got closer, They seemed to have replaced his legs. He looked like a skeleton remade from fragments of others or perhaps it was just what was left of him before it all. “Celeste, I must introduce you to my new “brother” he grabbed arcana by the shoulders and pulled him up, causing arcana to stumble a bit before regaining his composure and looking up at the large angelic being. The figure, now known as celeste stared down at him, his many eyes scanning this new figure , a falter on his smile could be seen as it twitched however soon he opened up his arms and pulled arcana into a hug “ welcome new ‘uncle’ , pleasure to meet a new addition to our little family” celeste’s many eyes seemed to glare daggers into arcana’s back before he let him go.

Null clapped his hands happily with a slightly unsetting giggle “ now, now, we have to get back to work! Our lord has also returned and he you know how impatient he may get. So, where is that son of yours?”

Celeste chuckled and slowly moved out of the way “ where he has always been” he gently gestured towards the centered figure “ the real question is..what do you need of him?”

The centered figure stood tall, seeming to not be phased by anything happening before him, but it he was indeed listening to everything being said. Null grinned widely “ I know stain has a new pupil whos just DYING to have a new PLAYMATE, so I say we send sauriel over to have a little playdate “ malice lined his voice , adding a strangely sinister tone to such an innocent string of words.

celeste belongs to @azulsundertaleblog ! ( or @azulscrown )

phobia belongs to bananachicke

art of celeste by azulscrown! <3

art below is by azulscrown! (celeste and sauriel)