In retrospect, holding down a Proterozoic Scale Primordial Architect while his friend thodically butchered him was one of the more morable bonding experiences Noah had in Observable Existence.
There is sothing to be said for shared activities.
So friends cultivate together. So explore Primordial Realms together. So engage in philosophical discourse about the nature of Infinity and what it ans for existence itself. Noah and Alexander chose to anchor a Second Scale torturer with nine spears while one of them systematically activated every pain receptor in his body across millions of years of subjective suffering.
Different strokes...for different folks.
The point is that one must make ti for hobbies. Existence is long, particularly when one possesses Infinity, and the relationships that sustain a being across eons are not built through grand declarations or dramatic oaths alone.
They are built through monts. Through experiences. Through looking at one’s companion while he is elbow-deep in the chest cavity of a screaming Primordial Architect and thinking..."Yes. This is quality ti."
It is said that friendship requires effort.
It is said that aningful connections demand investnt.
Noah held down a being at THE Second Scale so that his friend could repay millions of years of torture in kind, and he broadcast the entire thing across Observable Existence for everyone to see.
If that is not investnt, what is?
Take ti for your hobbies. Cherish your friendships. And if those hobbies happen to involve the systematic dismantling of those who wronged the people you care about, well.
At least you are doing it together.
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The multicolored seas of Prima Indifferentia embraced THE Living Emotive as she floated through waters that should not have existed in this ancient realm.
Her loose clothing billowed around her form, dark fabric spreading through the transford liquid like ink dissolving in water. Her curvaceous body with its many blessings could barely be seen!
The Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity had reached even here, filling basins that had been empty since before differentiation taught existence how to distinguish itself. She swam with lazy strokes that suggested ditation rather than travel, her body drifting through warmth that pressed against her skin with authority she recognized as belonging to soone specific.
His authority, hs Infinity, his touch spreading across Observable Existence and reaching her here!
Above the transford seas, illusory screens blazed with images that demanded her attention. They displayed a battlefield where multicolored seas had been erased entirely, where a massive Primordial Architect hung suspended by nine spears that should not have been capable of anchoring anything at THE Second Scale. They showed two figures standing upon that anchored form, one observing with tyrannical calm while the other worked with hands that had beco crimson.
Osmont and a nobody by his side were torturing a Primordial Architect.
The manic light in Emotive’s eyes blazed brighter as she watched.
Her lips parted in expression that might have been smile or might have been hunger. The screens captured every detail with clarity that spared nothing. Beowulf’s screams. The guy’s precision. And Osmont, standing there with golden rivers of Observable force swirling around his form, overseeing the dismantling of a Primordial Architect.
He was magnificent! He was terrifying.
He was everything she had ever wanted and could not yet reach.
In Existence, there were many unique and talented beings scattered across Observable and Unobservable alike.
But those who made the most advancents were not always the most talented.
They were those with trendous conviction. Those who believed in sothing so completely that reality itself bent around their certainty rather than the other way around. Those who looked at impossible gaps and saw only distances that had not yet been crossed. Talent mattered, certainly. Resources mattered!
But conviction was the multiplier that made everything else aningful.
And even if crazy and unstable, even if broken in ways that others could not comprehend, there could be an entity so filled with conviction that their talent exceeded what many others could even imagine. Soone whose obsession beca thodology, whose fixation beca fuel, whose madness beca the very foundation upon which impossible advancent was built.
THE Living Emotive was such an entity.
She knew this. Even if she was crazy, what if that craziness only added to her Civilization?
Her dark hair shone with light. Her eyes, locked onto the illusory screen displaying Noah’s golden-wrapped form, held intensity that would have unsettled anyone capable of perceiving it.
"To even get close to you, I will need to be so much more."
Her voice erged soft and certain, words spoken to an image that could not hear them, to a man who did not know or care that she was watching, to an obsession.
"So with my Claim on Chaos, with my Bond to THE Creature and THE Living Paradox...I truly and fully pull on all the negative emotions across Observable Existence for the first ti since THE Infinite Unfurling."
Her hands spread outward through the multicolored waters, fingers extended as if grasping sothing invisible.
"This ti, all emotions where Chaos spreads. From Primordial Architects. From Undivided Ones. From anything in any corner of Observable Existence pertaining to emotions and the chaos they hold. From all of Existence and Paradox..."
Her eyes blazed with manic light that exceeded anything she had permitted herself to express before.
"Give them all to ."
BOOM!
Her body began to vibrate with frequencies that pressed against the transford seas around her. The multicolored waters churned in response to what she was pulling toward herself, currents disrupting as sothing vast began converging upon her position from every corner of Observable Existence.
Hazy violet rivers ford in the air above the seas.
They ca from every direction simultaneously, streams of condensed emotion flowing toward her form with inevitability that could not be resisted. Rage and despair and hatred and grief and jealousy and resentnt, all of it pulled from beings who did not know they were being harvested, all of it converging upon THE Living Emotive as she floated in waters that belonged to the one she obsessed over.
But the violet rivers were not alone.
Golden rivers began forming alongside them, streams of Observable force that should not have been connected to emotional harvesting. They wound around the violet currents like companions that had always been ant to travel together, converging upon Emotive’s form with the sa inevitability that governed the emotions she was claiming.
She was taking all emotions across Observable Existence at such a profound level that the very force of Observable began to flow into her. The connection between emotion and perception, between feeling and acknowledgnt, between internal experience and external recognition, all of it was being pulled through her Claim with intensity that blurred the boundaries between different types of authority.
It was astounding how the sa power, the sa Claim, held by a different person could be used so uniquely.
Abaddon had held Chaos for eons beyond counting. He had used it to spread influence, to corrupt domains, to establish presence across Observable Existence without ever fully leveraging what it could accomplish. He had been content with what he possessed rather than hungry for what he could beco.
THE Living Emotive was never content.
She was always hungry.
At this mont, Emotive radiated an aura that entirely exceeded any common Absolute at THE First Scale. The violet and golden rivers continued pouring into her form, each stream adding to foundations that were expanding beyond what her previous limitations had permitted. She was going toward distinctions others could only imagine, toward heights that beings with more stable minds would never attempt to reach.
The Broken Doll held a terrifying obsession and conviction.
At this ti, she rose up in distinction while her eyes remained locked onto a man in an illusory screen whose entire body was surrounded by golden rivers of Observable. He did not know she was watching. He did not know she was growing. He did not know that every mont he spent becoming greater only intensified her determination to beco greater alongside him.
She would reach him and she would stand beside him!
The violet and golden rivers continued converging upon her form as she floated in his transford seas, her manic smile never wavering, her conviction never faltering, her obsession burning brighter than any stable mind could sustain!
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