27 The Start Of Madness
A/N: About Icarus. In this Chapter, you'll see that Icarus are in Formal Narrative. I wrote that deliberately. I want to show how he's changed, how he's changing. And How he's turning Alien.
Another thing is, Contradictory. Outer Gods are beings of Contraction. Like how Azathoth is asleep yet he see all. Contradictory at it's finest. So, I show it here in Icarus's thoughts. So, in the future, don't be surprised if you see things going against each other. I made that on purpose.
I won't say anything about Icarus being a Beast or How he can, essentially, Multiverse travel. Stay sharp about Foreshadowing. I mentioned somewhere that Icarus is on the fence about destroying Humanity.... heh.
Anyway, whatever I didn't mention in this A/N, I will mention it in my next.
Bet!
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Icarus danced with Madness and courted Insanity. He swam in the Essence of the Universe and danced on its Milky way.
He watched as Universe's crash and burn while laughing. He saw Beings so big that their bodies fill the Multiverse. He saw The Great One slumber and distorted being with bloody trumpets singing in vain trying to not wake The Great Old One.
He took the Multiverse and sewed robes out of it. He made Potions on the dying embers of a particular Universe and slept on a burning bright Star.
He slept for eternity and feasted upon the unlimited Alternate dimension, and pissed on a selective few. He ate the Multiverse and had a few Supernovas as a dessert. He watched as his taste buds exploded in flavour no one had ever tasted and saw Stars explode behind his eyelids.
He had a party with Beings of unimaginable power and Knowledge.
He laughed mad and took out his own heart, and—
Ate it.
His brain melted and his soul cracked.
His eyes were set on fire for seeing things that no Man, God or Beast had seen.
He dived into the pool of Truth and found revelations in it.
He had built a gigantic library full of Eldritch knowledge in his soul. He collected books, scrolls and tomes from all timelines and Time. For he is the Hive of Yog-Sothoth, Eldritch knowledge is his bread and butter.
Icarus lived for Aeos and found it lacking.
His mind Fractured beyond repair and came stronger through it.
He flirted with Night and had a few children with it. He saw horror's no being had ever seen in the blanket of Night and lived long enough to laugh at its face.
He taught Death, Sleep, Dreams and Vengeance how to take souls, how to lure all beings into the embrace of Dreams, he taught them how to hold revenge, how to not get lost in it. He taught his children well.
They're the biggest Horro's the world has ever seen.
He built a mansion for his little-me's and wife. He built it with Stars,Worlds and Universe's. The curtains were the Veil of the Multiverse and the floor was the corpse of Eldritch beings.
He glanced at all his work and laughed.
For it is in Madness that one gains clarity.
He found Eternity lacking and hurled himself back into his mortal body.
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Icarus came to Earth and found an animal before him. The animal was weird, it was clothed in luxurious robes.
Since when did animals wear clothes?
Icarus looked at the animal in disbelief.
He neared next to it and kicked it slightly to see if it's still alive.
The animal didn't move one bit.
Icarus frowned. He crouched and poked the animal, to no avail.
It is only when he poked it at its head that he realised.
This is him. This is his Mortal body.
....
….
..
Talk about being anticlimactic.
Icarus wore his body and breathed.
Icarus stood up, no, more like he desired to stand up and so he did.
He rolled his shoulders and briefly glimpsed at the four tentacles coming at his back. Two on arm bones, like at the sides of his spinal cord and two more at his hip bone location.
They swayed like they're blanket in the wind.
Icarus cracked his neck and the slit-like wounds on his neck opened.
Eight eyes snapped open.
Additionally with his original pair of eyes, made that ten.
And so… Ten shattered eyes filled with red colour on one of the fragnaments opened.
The world had never been so clearer before then.
Icarus took a moment to appreciate how the world crawled. How Time moved sluggish against him. How his thoughts are a thousands times faster, and how they branch out forming their own individual Thoughts. Thought acceleration And Mind Split/Thought Split, natural, without any usage of Magecraft.
The world felt breakable then. Like he can crush it under his cold, unfeeling hands.
Nevertheless, Icarus hummed a light happy tune as he observed the strings of Fate, Magic and Reality.
Ah, the kids. He remembered.
Icarus walked back to the camping site. Well, walking would be an underestimate, he glided, more like.
The tentacles floated behind him lazily as the Air distorted and cracked by his presence alone without putting any effort.
As he was reaching the tree line, he saw the child, Asclepius, if his memory didn't fail him.
The child looked so stressed and horrified that Icarus felt a twinge of… pity curl inside him.
Keeping the upbeat tone of his voice, Icarus greeted him.
"Why, hello there."
Icarus even waved at him.
The child only screamed at him.
Icarus frowned.
He's not that horrifying, is he?
Then, Icarus realised.
For all intents and purposes he's an Abomination now.
His Conceptual weight is out of this mortal world. No mortals can comprehend his existence.
Oh well.
His Psionic power went to catch Asclepius from his fall. Cradling him as he lowered him to the ground.
His eight eyes scanned the area around them. Slightly, tasting the smell of Divinity. Hot, humid air with a twinge of metal and fire. Hephaestus, then. Icarus decided.
Icarus looked at the children on the ground and 'sighed'.
His eight eyes closed and his tentacles disappeared. The air of mystery, knowledge and darkness fading away into something that mortals will find comprehensible.
His form shifted and he suppressed his Eldritch 'form', appearing as nothing more than a mortal.
Icarus cracked a few bones and sighed in content.
"Man, it's been so long."
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Icarus sat crossed legs before his children and whistled lowly enough to not arouse them from their slumber.
His passive-active eyes shone with clusters as the reality before him distorted and Icarus put his whole arm in the distortion and pulled it back.
But now, his hand has a golden gobble brimming with red wine.
Icarus kicked back and drank the alcoholic liquid, savouring the taste.
Well, there wasn't much to taste as his taste buds are dead. The wine tasted bland, like he's drinking water. Even then, water has some undertone taste, some after taste but this wine didn't have those.
But Icarus still drank it.
There's something amusing about this. How he still drank the wine even though it's bland. There's something beautiful about how Mortal he behaves. About how his actions are meaningless yet enjoying them. How he finds enjoyment in seeing mortals live in their reality of illusion. For they had not seen the truth he had seen, they have not seen the things he did.
They don't have an idea how this is all a dream of some Entity. How this world is built from its fleeting thoughts.
Maybe the Eldritch, Azathoth—Icarus can feel how his soul strain in calling the name of the Old One— is now dreaming of him ranting out. Maybe the Entity dreams of him like this, maybe it wants him like this. For what's reality than the dream of the Fool?
Ah, the musing of an old man.
Icarus snorted.
Regardless of that there's something that intrigues Icarus. How he has Eyes that can see through Time yet he's unable to use them.
It's like there's something blocking him, restraining his abilities.
Ah!
Icarus remembered. Something that used to flabbergast him.
Like how the world is full of.. let's say magicians. Many people who use Magecraft, some powerful than the other, some horrifyingly so.
Yet, yet, there's this group of people that stand head and shoulders above all.
Grand Caster's.
They call them.
Thaumaturgy user's who have that one, one, ability to see through Time. Present, Future or the Past. Some can see all, some don't. Yet, they're always them.
Among all magi, all over the world. All over different Pantheons, yet these seven figures tower over all.
He used to wonder. How? How can they be Grand Caster's? How when they're Magi that are more stronger than them? How?
Then, then, he understood. For not all mortal, half divine or not, can see the streams of Time. For not all can comprehend the sheer Eldritch concept of Time.
One of the Primordial forces.
And then, a Mortal uses it for their own amusement.
How Pathetic.
How nauseating.
Icarus felt his stomach churn, the wine he had drank not helping the issue. He was overcome with the desire to just stand up and murdering those Mortals.
And it wouldn't take an hour doing so.
Just teleport and smite them.
Or show his true form before them. See how their brains turn to mush trying to comprehend an existence such as him.
But he held his hand. He currently does not have the firepower to match the likes of Odin, Zeus and such. He's not at the level of Skyfathers. But he's close, give him a year or two. He'd be already out of the streams of Time. For Time will no longer bound him. All he has to do is sit back and let his power consolidate, let his power grow. For it will, as long as humans dream, his power will increase. Until he's like those being, the Outer Gods.
Overall, Icarus concluded that he won't be able to use his eyes to their full potential without being chosen as a Grand Caster Candidate.
For all Grand Caster's have Clairvoyance. So, it stands to reason that in order to be a Grand Caster, one must have Clairvoyance first.
Icarus was displeased.
But it doesn't matter. He WILL use his eyes. He will see the Time paradox. He will see the Past, Future and the Past.
After all, he's already a Time Paradox himself, so why bother?
Truly, the Root and Gaia are Fools. Nothing more than animals that needed to be put down before they stain his magnificent self.
Icarus tossed his golden gobble behind him. Still brimming with Wine, yet no longer finding joy in his choice of beverage.
The crimson liquid inside the gobble splashing the ground, creating a blood-like stain. Yet the stain on the earth disappeared.
For Icarus reign supreme over Time.
As such, The gobble, on the other hand, didn't have a chance to hit the ground as it vanished. Back to its original Timeline and Universe.
