Royal Collective Spirits; Born Of Reality Hell

Fully content with having no personal goals or aspirations of his own, Rajarsiastra -- nicknamed 'Raja' -- would embrace his ancestors that would basically be telling him to do stuff for them and he would do it. Every fiber of his being was made up of them, even if all of them combined made up himself as a whole one person. The circumstances of his birth as well as his location had heavy dictation of how he wished to progress in life. He honestly didn't even really think of his life as a life he needed to live out for any type of fulfillment. He had no real interests or goals, and didn't really desire anything at all. And that was cool -- he was okay with it. Acting on the will of his ancestral spirits was all that really mattered to him.

Time went on, and the spirits spoke to him in the privacy of this... Strange realm. It didn't seem like there was energy here, or any type of movement or change at all, yet he still felt like there was infinite energy all around him at the same time. It was indiscernible how long he actually did wander this place... Days, months, years... There was no actual way to tell. This was also honestly all he knew, and didn't think there was anything else at all, so he had no inclination to even think about trying to go beyond to anything beyond this place, for he had no idea there was more out there.

It seemed like this colorless plain went on forever, and there was just nothing else. He'd been walking in a straight line for however long, tirelessly, and uncaring about any of the passage(?) of time. He didn't get bored or restless at all... In fact, he kind of just... Kept walking. No direction. No destination. Nothing in mind. Just... Walking straight forward to nowhere and nothing for absolutely no reason at all.

Even so, the ancestral spirits surely did impart wisdom -- albeit, sometimes in overlapping or cacophonous manners. It still registered in his own being, and sounded more like they were talking amongst themselves to only each other, and the culmination of their exchange within and as the vessel brought conclusive information to the actual conscious of Raja.

On and on, Raja walked this strange, colorless, gray, bleak, bland land -- a vast land of naught but monochrome and monotony. Yet walking around felt like him. It felt natural. To live in this place...

Soon enough, though, the voices speaking would all come together in harmony and bring forth another vision to Raja's eyes. He saw it and only had one thing to say. "... Exe... Cution...?" His entire body flashed, like every organism in his amalgamation simultaneously did the exact same thing on command. But, they didn't exactly have an actual set goal, so all of these particles of his body would end up following the very basic and standard command by... Executing whatever they would do, without any type of harmony. Resulting in...

*KA-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMPhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwhhhh...*

... Total meltdown.

Some indefinite amount of time passed before Raja woke back up, not having dreamed or anything. It was just as if one second he was conscious, the next he wasn't, and then again, he was. However long it actually had been, to him, it was but a few passing moments.

Though he was certain there was an explosion from him when he was last conscious... But the land showed no form of any kind of damage. At all, in fact. "... How long was I...?" But the voices said it would have been impossible, no matter how long he was unconscious, for the land to simply be unscathed entirely. Unless actually manually reformed, the damage would be everlasting -- permanent in every way. Yet... Raja didn't really seem to mind it at all. What did strike his curiosity was the vision he had of someone right before he uttered the word 'Execution'.

"Hey, so... Who was that? The person I saw when you taught me that word?" The spirits responded in kind with a fluster of overlapping rabble.

???: 'That, Young One, Is The Current King! His Ancestry, As All, Is In You. You May Draw From The Blood And Spirit Of Your Heritage. But The King Has Become Blind To His Own Weakness, And How Much He Disgraces Us. And So, Because We Will Not Allow Our Name To Be Sullied, We Have Come Together As You To Teach Him A Lesson About What The Weight Descendants Of Royalty Must Bear With The Wholeness Of Their Lives!!'

Strange as it was, Raja totally understood. Though, it could have been chalked up to him having no interest in himself nor a purpose or will of his own, and was basically just the sentience of a collective consciousness unified, with the collective still remaining independent on their own, but not all the one consciousness that was the culmination of all of them conjoined. So whilst Raja had all of them as one as his own conscious mind, he was an independent sentience based on the fact that all of them together made up someone new -- himself.

"... Kayyy...?" He didn't really care what they were talking about, honestly. "... So, you're mad at him for disgracing himself and all his ancestors whilst in a position of power and honor and glory, doing absolutely nothing but being disgraceful, thinking no one can tell or see him because he is hiding and isolating, and no one is telling him at all so he keeps believing it isn't apparent only because he is surrounded by enablers even worse than he is?" That is not at all what they said, but apparently, that's what Raja got from it. "That's sad. But I don't really care. Is that what you want me to do? What does that have to do with anything?"

???: '... You May Very Well Be Just As Insolent. However, Despite Being A Royal Vessel, You, Yourself, Are Not Meant For A Position Of Royalty, As The King Is. In Fact, You Are Barely Meant To Be Known About At All. Only We, The Ancient Royal Ancestry, Must Know About You. None Else But Our Own Blood Can Know Who And What You Are. And We Will Ensure That. However... This Means You Can Draw Strength From The Entirety Of The Clan. For, We Are The Ancestors -- Whatever Potential Our Children Have, We Gave To Them. Thus, With All Of Us Combined, You Have Access To All That Unlimited Power'

Raja: "Fucking cool."

???: '... Silence. As You Must Know, Everyone Everywhere Just Allegedly Has Unlimited Power For Whatever Reason. So This Is Not Even A Taboo Subject Matter In This Day. Don't Ask Us How We Know. But, You Are Here To Learn To Control That Power. Yes, Everyone Can Explode Countless Dimensions -- But Can They Concentrate The Power To Destroy Every Dimension Into A Single Particle That Kills Only Their Intended Target And Nothing More? No, They Know Nothing -- They Do Not Understand That Such Unlimited Power Without Control Is Still Lacking In True Power. The Actual Power Is Not How Much One Can Exert And Destroy With, But How Much They Can Control And Use With Skill. For, Who Is Stronger: One Who Releases Massive Energy, Or One Who Knows How To Do It And Also How To Hold It Back?'

Raja: "Hey, you have some good points. Sooo... You're just gonna tell me how to do all of it, or what? How does this work?"

???: '... Perhaps You Are Too Green To Talk To Us. Wait Until We Impart Wisdom. Do Not Speak To Us -- Do Only As We Say. Listen Now, And We Will Teach You What Is Important To Hone The Power Of That Execution.'

In all the time that went by of the elder spirits speaking, the actual knowledge they imparted literally shifted the actual genetic makeup of Raja, causing him to evolve on the spot based on the information they gave to him, and, as his form shifted, he gained greater power and altered his form, transmogrifying into a womanly figure.

She was now very tall, like an Amazon, and very fit and muscular, with her tribal markings having shifted to match her new form in an appealing way, and glowing a different color. Raja now was happy that he'd gotten a new form as a sexy, powerful woman, but what was most pleasing to her now was...

"Judgment, you say?" she inquired curiously. "Ah, so, before I use the Execution of the bloodline, you want me to use this power... Judgment?" They'd spoken quite a long while, and it was all summed up to that. "... Normally, the family uses 'Execution' without 'Judgment', and you see now that is not good, after all this time, and are trying to teach Judgment." It made sense to her. "Yeah, yeah! I gotcha." She nodded to no one, taking a barefoot step forward still on the plain and gray grass. "Uhhh... But how am I supposed to use Judgment? What do you want me to do?"

???: '... You Are As Dull As You Can Be. But This Is Only Natural Until We, The Stubborn Elders, Will Deliver Our Understanding In Full To You. You Will Remain Ignorant For As Long As We Will So Choose. Prove To Us That On Your Own You Can Figure It Out. From Here, We Will Silence Ourselves In Order To Observe Your Judgments.'

And just as quickly as they'd spoken would they cease, leaving the newly formed Raja to herself.

Amongst the words and instructions of the voices, Raja ended up gaining info on how to utilize her Judgment. They taught her hand signs called 'Mudra', which would channel her power based on which one she activated, instead of just bursting with energy all at once, and following Execution based on just an instantaneous activation. Judgment would give form to the techniques, and Execution would bring them out in whichever form they were molded and channeled into.

Somehow, this felt very rudimentary, like this type of training was rooted in her being... But she guessed if the voices taught her, then it had to be deeply rooted. It wasn't like anything else made any sense regarding the matter.

So, Raja spent her time creating different signs with her hands that would allow her to utilize different techniques based on just their positions and gestures alone. Some were actual signs, yet others were gestures or actions, and others still could be linked together to create new techniques. Raja sat and experimented with this as much as she could for as long as she could all by herself.

However long it had been, eventually, even the Great Mind would glance over the Null World of Nullity Dullity. Barely even sought unless to 'Anti-Epic' someone or something (to put it colloquially), the realm of Nullity, Reality Hell, was not at all of much utility at the moment.

That is, until an irregular sprouted, which was much more than irregular -- it was impossible, and therefore an anomaly. But, because it was also born of Reality Hell's smothering nullifying neutrality that negated anything from actually being anything or doing anything at all, nothing should have been able to become of anything here. Nothing should have been able to grow, or live, or breathe, or exist, or come to life in any kind of way unless influenced by an outer force -- which this was not. Remarkable as it was, Tabrynth came to further revelation that this was a being that was erased from existence, meaning this realm of Reality Hell -- the Null World -- had the ability to withdraw what was Void... Likely some type of Negation for the Void.

Nullification. It could counteract anything that erased anything, and replicate or withdraw the energy, as if the void does nothing. It was a Negation of the Erasure. Now Tabrynth, having higher restrictions that existed in different layers of Void, knew the distinction between layers of Void, which was why this was so remarkable and succulent to the Great Mind. This one was an anomalous paradoxical entity born of a paradox meant to neutralize, negate, and nullify -- where nothing should have life -- by taking what is erased by the Void and resonating with the Void to cancel it out.

Yet, when scanning the data, it looked as if this creature had a link to the Lost World. And not just the Lost World -- the Neo Lost World. The only one, too. It must have been because it was erased from the Neo Lost World and brought here instead. That meant, anything that was erased offworld could be retrieved from here, and also life could grow here, as well as a civilization in this land that was once deemed completely barren. Tabrynth struck oil completely on accident. As fortune would have it, the Neo Lost World Chosen One would be greeted thoroughly and assessed, and welcomed to the Veritas and the realm where it existed. A short debriefing should suffice.

"Greetings, Native," spake the Tabrynth, appearing as a disembodied head of himself before Raja, "You Are In The Veritas. You Are A Very Special Being, Because You Are Comprised Of Entities Not Of This Realm, But You As A Whole Collective Unified Entity Are A Native Veritas Citizen. This Is The Null World, Which We Know As Reality Hell. You And Nothing Else Were Supposed To Exist Here, So The Fact That You Do As Uniquely As You Do Makes You Very Important, Both As A Veritas Native And Also A Resident Of This Land. To That Effect..." A digital hand appeared in Reality Hell, extending over the endless scape, that Raja might have found now was literally endless, like a void. "All Of That Is Known As The 'Vast Lands' -- The Remnants Of What The Tensei, My People, Did To The World Where The People Of The Spirits That Comprise Your Being Come From. Terrible And Tragic An Event As It Was, I Do Believe You Should Know Your History. Perhaps That Is Why These Beings Sought You."

It all made sense, and even Tabrynth felt a bit of remorse, looking back on the Reality Hell that was left in the place of the original Lost World, and not the Neo Lost World that is a tangent of that one. He sure did a number on it, since there was not only nothing left, all of it was actually null and void -- completely worthless... Well, to all except the Tensei, that is. "... Go Out Into The Vast Lands, Oh Glitched One, And See For Yourself What Became Of Those Spirits Of The Lost World Which Comprise Your Very Being. This Land Is Yours To Roam, But Be Warned That Since I, The Ruler Of This Land, Have Seen It Bears Fruit, I Will Be Bearing More. So. If You Need Me, I Will Be Around. Trust This, When You Start Seeing Other Anomalous Paradoxical Things Occurring Here." Tabrynth chuckled lightly, hovering in place, falling silent to let Raja make its own decisions.

After all that indefinite time, out of nowhere, something appeared. There was no way to know how long had actually gone by, as there was no measure of time at all. There was no perception or indication of it, either, so it was a mystery as to whether time was in fact present or moving at all. Whatever the case, this guy was better than just the people inside of Raja at the time.

"Oh, Hey, I--" A sharp, deep-seated pain pierced her deep within her, as if in her soul, but not at the core -- just in all of the other spirits' souls that comprised her. The jarring, intense pain was mostly stimulated by some sort of personal feelings that the spirits within Raja had, and she could feel that pain. But, she could not control it -- their power was overwhelming. They either fed from the pain, or the feelings they got from feeling that pain driving them out of hatred, but whatever it was, they couldn't stand this being before them, and Raja couldn't figure out why.

"KHRONAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" Raja cried out with voices echoing and overlapping her own. At that moment, the power within each of the dormant spirits was released, and the remnant energies of the Lost World were spread about the Vast Lands. In doing this, it created a stabilized state of neutral nullity that was negated from everything outside of it, protected by the Null World. Though wholly sustained by the fragmented parts of the Lost World that managed to survive by pooling themselves into Rajarsiastra, they still were part of this land, and had grown strong enough to rejuvenate portions of it with their power, thus extending the interior of the mostly blank and monotonous expanse of Reality Hell.

This sustained space, which was borne and bound together by Grudge and Malice, is known as 'The Unending Solace' -- a  mostly empty and barren land that held the last Dying Wills of the Lost World before the Tensei snuffed it out with Reality Hell and wiped it out of existence. This place is a monumental memorial to the Lost World and all of their hopes and dreams and wills and wishes. This realm was now Raja's to freely roam. But this didn't divert the vengeful spirits comprising her from their hatred, and they could not at all notice or marvel at what they'd done to ground themselves in this barren land of blankness. "You Will Pay Dearly, Khrona Tensei, For What You've Done To Our Dimension... The Veritas Will Pay!"

Tabrynth laughed at the breakdown of Raja, as it was clearly an unstable existence, being an Anomaly, Paradox, Mutant, Irregular, and plenty of other things, all singularly, which was more than most beings. Curious as it was, it needed time to stabilize... Which was why it had all of the infinite endlessness of Reality Hell and the Tabrynth System here to let out all of that pent up aggression. "Simple Simian... Are You STILL Mad, And Seeking To Incur My Wrath, Even Now...?" Tabrynth chuckled lightly. "Well. I Haven't The Time For Battle, Like I Used To. I Have Much To Do, You See. But You Can Go As Wild As You Want -- Nothing Matters Here." Of course, that wasn't wholly true, but it was the general overtone of what this realm was intended to be, even in spite of its new utility. "Don't Try Getting In My Way Either, Y'hear~!?" Tabrynth seemed to speak casually endearingly jokingly to this being that was just born as if he knew it, but it clearly knew him.

"Have Fun," he would regard as he bolted off in a digital stream out into the new and improved Unending Solace separating the Vast Lands of total blankness.