Walk of Shame; Return to Nothing

No one knew how they got here, nor even where they were. The crowd looked around in confusion, feeling as though they'd been here before... Like someone from ancient times had led them through a desert for 40 years and they, at the end of it all, ended up here, somehow. They muttered and clamored amongst themselves in confusion and in rage, trying to make sense of whatever was going on.

"Welcome..." a voice said to them from beyond, "... You may call me... Mister Sir..." These people, who were the mass accumulation over the course of history of every single failure, ne'er do well and wicked person that ever existed all scrunched up into one place (especially those that Moses led), would be greeted by a very monotonous, yet exceedingly sinister man that stood over them with a wily grin.

"You all... Are MY people... Pale, full of lepers, sickly, wicked, easily swayed, destructive, unsanitary, feeble, weak of mind, will and spirit..." he said with a chuckle, cutting himself off because he could clearly go on forever about their iniquities "And this... is MY System..." He'd been building it up for quite a while, making it absolutely perfect for this sorry lot.

"It's been made ESPECIALLY for you all... To turn you into 'Sirs' just like me." He was quite pleased to see that his finely created system would be put to good use... He CERTAINLY had Jobs for the ENTIRE lot. " You will be turned into Sirs. Drones. Servicemen. Laborers. Slaves. And those that sustain my empire from the shadows under my feet as I work to bring my world up to the Mainland. You will support ME. You will sustain ME. You will lift ME up and be my staircase, until I can drag more of those up above back down under my Rule. So take those Jobs I have ever so kindly provided for the each of and..."

Many of them still remained confused, though a large majority of them were thoroughly upset. "No fair! What did I do? I don't deserve this!" and all such excuses were hear being shouted from the crowd. They felt as though, no matter what terrible things they did in their lives, they were all supposed to apparently get rewarded for being thieves, criminals, liars, cheaters, killers and all such other things. They were ESPECIALLY unhappy to see who it was that ran this facility... "You look familiar..."

Mister Sir sighed, already tired of listening to them chatter and spew out more lies, "... Mortals are so weak..." The fact that they couldn't even comprehend what they did and tried to defend it was proof enough. "You all may be wondering how you ended up on the Ass of Existence, waiting to be Expelled from the Universe and into the Toilet... Well, you were Asses during Existence, and so that is your fate. You all will be compensated for your services, rest assured. You... Need to survive, right? In order to keep on producing more of what I'm forcing from you? Yes, of course..." He would bring out wads of colored paper. "Money. Here, take as much as you can. It means nothing, but it's a place holder for you all for things that actually do mean something, keeping yourselves, and thus my established system, alive and running for as long as you exist. Worship it. Seek it. Lust for it." He scattered the wads of colored paper out into the crowd, ready to watch them clamor and kill each other for the silly scraps... Hopefully they would. That would be less of their whining to deal with. Less sass.

"Your resources are limited. You will have your children here. Your children will grow up in slavery. You will learn to think it is not slavery, but everyday life. You will expend more than half of your very souls on sustaining my system, but think you are sustaining yourselves. There are only two ways out of here... That is to be called out and released through atonement after having paid your price, or..." He pointed to the great and ominous mountain that scraped the sky and moved beyond the clouds, its top unable to be seen, "... Climb that Mountain to Salvation. But knowing most of you and your attachment to your vices... You will not survive." He grinned, knowing that, by the very nature of these beings, they didn't even have what it took to reach the base of the mountain. He could keep them down here forever and do whatever he wanted for all eternity, whilst they just gave him the power to do so. He would take from them their lives in order to extend his own, and even give himself far greater power than they could ever imagine.

"The choice is yours..." he said, knowing that there was no choice based on solely how these beings interacted. He knew them well, for he was one of them, at a time... Before he created a system that enslaved his brethren and gave him ultimate power through their suffering and turmoil. "Now... Get out. I have better things to do than to teach you how to live in the afterlife. Since you were unfair in Life... the Afterlife will be unfair to you. Hmhmhm..." He chuckled, pulling a lever attached to the gate that opened the floor, having them all fall into a fiery pit underneath the mountain. They could be seen through the grated floor, clawing and trying to scrape their way out, and he would step on each of their fingers, laughing as he went to explore this world made specifically for he and his slaves...

As soon as those sentenced from the 'Walk of Shame' fell into 'Nadir; the Bottomless Pit,' they would witness the lord and mistress of the Zero World return to it with all such knowledge of how to make this land great as well as the Zeroes themselves, if they were willing to work to attain their 'Values' back. Upon their arrival, the land would be christened 'The NeoZero Dimension' or 'NeoZero World.' Here, one could earn 'Value' from being a 'Zero' and see how far it takes you up the mountain that leads to one's release from the Zero World; Mt. Mortis. All of the Dead or the Banished and Failures and Criminals and such that were sent here would be able to always have a way out, but only after they went through the necessary protocols that required it. This meant that no matter what happened, there was always an assurance that there would be a way out and that you wouldn't permanently be kept that way; a failsafe, if you will.


The loud, elegant and commanding voice billowed outward over the entire land for all of the fallen Zero Worlders to hear and tremble at its magnitude, even in its dainty manner, of their coming. The sound of her voice and the mention of his name sent a shock wave that, with just that much intensity and influence alone, would it strike down those that did not believe nor sought to oppose those who were true rightful rulers of this land simply on default. Their knees would buckle and all would bow, and those who didn't would find the ground collapsing beneath their feet merely by her voice treading the atmosphere casually and holding that much authority over everything that occurred within its vicinity.

She was well aware of whom they were dealing with; misfits, unruly rogues, power hungry criminals, villainous masterminds and all of the sort that would find their values depleting to Absolute Zero over their lifetime, rather than being built up toward something better once their bodies were destroyed. It was the only way to preserve their existences and allow them the chance to do things over. She spilled into the land as the overflowing light of the 'Lanterns,' that which would paint the sky with color and the ground with beauty, as well as each of the accursed Zeroes that had been lost in life to come start over and be whatever they wanted to be based on everything in history. They would be trapped in the past, but in that, they could become whatever they wished until they finally figured out how to be pardoned from the Zero World.

There, up above, from the same white hole that bore them the light and vibrancy of all that was beyond the borders of this realm, would a great and overbearing shadow be cast over the land, blotting out the sun and its light, and thus, any trace of light before his blazing head of white fire; the sun itself. His head was like a moon and his body, a great weight on the backs of everyone that existed there now, already elongating and combining their shadows together as one shadow combined. That single shadow that bound them all together at their souls was already in the sight of the 'Great Mind,' a crimson gleam already in his eyes the very instant he appeared to look at those who had fallen.


Nothing needed to be said to them at this point, considering that their son, even in his lapse of memory, had informed them of their doings and what they needed to be doing whilst they were here. Primordius simply remained to enforce such things, back at the top of Mt. Mortis, where he'd been before. "Come, dear," he called out to the other presence wrapped about their isolated atmosphere, forging himself out of their own shadows cast in the light of his ever present eyes.


He, himself, as all of their shadows combined was about the size of the shadow of the mountain, of which, with one stomp that would have probably obliterated a tenth of their land. Primordius walked into the darkness and curled into the shadow of Mt. Mortis, of where he originally hailed as 'Hades' before the move. A thin, crimson gleam could be seen piercing through the darkness like a sniper's laser scope, searching for specific targets that the larger Shadow of Himself couldn't pinpoint without losing sight of the entire lot. This way, he could single people out with a smaller Shadow of Himself and keep creating more as scaled down or up as they needed to be as after images of himself at different Values of power, constitution and contingency. In that, from the shadow of the cave at the very top of the mountain, Pulchritude, is where he and his beloved would be stationed, watching over the land.  "Let's see if they reach the top of Olympus this time...?" He muttered, returning to his seat upon his throne.


Their presence and essence was all around, so they could coach the Zeroes on as they either trekked up the accursed mountain or simply remained as Zeroes that would be put to work in the NeoZero World.

The crowd of lost people, failures at life, sinners at heart and void of either mind or soul (if not both) would be left to look upon these great shadows, unable to fully conceive what they were seeing, even if it was cast right before their eyes. The Rephaim, as these Zero Worlders were called, had lost their identities and personalities to this land, and now simply were empty vessels that were trying to acquire their lives back. Their minds. Their souls. Their joy. Their very life. Even if they weren't fully aware that they were lost and downtrodden, they at least knew that whatever situation they were in was something painful to them, in some way, shape or form. Some were confused, not being aware of their crimes nor why they were being punished, but others knew for a fact that they were in hell and everything they'd done in their lives to get there. There was much hatred. Much sorrow. Much strife. Much sheer, unbridled pain in the collection of people. They were hopeless and knew nothing of what they could do. They could not even comfort each other. All they could do was suffer; some quietly, some out loud, in all their disdain. They wondered if there was a way out of this hellhole, especially a way out from the people nearby, who looked just as wicked, sorry or reckless as anyone else that had been unfortunate enough to be here. Though there were many people of different races, skin tones, professions, ideals and things of that nature, all of that meant nothing here. That was the most troubling thing; all that they knew and learned and worked for in their earthly lives... Literally amounted to nothing in this realm. It truly was as if they were nothing but worthless Zeroes...

"Welcome," an Anonymous Presence with the likeness of the man that had spoken to them before spoke to them from some sort of large pedestal over them that the others could not achieve in some way, shape or form, thereby making him the cause for attention over the crowd. "I Am Mister Sir, As You May Or May Not Know, And I Am Here To Guide You Through This Most Unfortunate Experience That Has Brought You Into Your Respective Turmoils." He looked at them all, knowing something about all of this that they did not, and was going to test them to see how well they would listen to someone that had information they could not acquire for themselves. "I Am Taking Recruits. Drafting. Enlisting. What Will You Do? Will You Come With Me? Or Will You Attempt To Figure This Out On Your Own?" There was nothing more to ask of them after that.

After being lost in an ambiguous void, filled with nothing but chaos, calamity and turmoil that they could not control, understand nor cease from having any effect on them, the Rephaim that truly sought to emerge from the fiery pits would have no choice but to follow the strange man unaffected by this chaotic flame out of the pits. There were those that decided, in their own best judgment, not to come out, however, and their journeys would begin and end here in the flames. They would eventually die and be used for fuel, burned away into complete nothingness. Those that were smart enough to follow their savior out of this ambiguous darkness underneath the mountain would follow Mister Sir and watch as their brethren were destroyed before their very eyes in a myriad of chaotic manners. Those that saw this would become fearful, knowing that if they hadn't moved, those people lost to the destruction could have been any of them. That was the most terrifying thing of all. They would not stay, and instead, the Rephaim followed Mister Sir to his location.