(Seth is no longer in control of his own existence. His body is being pulled apart by two opposing forces—one dragging him into an abyss of monstrous corruption, the other binding him in chains of divine servitude. His mind fractures, his flesh warps, and his very soul teeters on the brink of annihilation. In this moment of unspeakable torment, he is forced to make an impossible choice… but does he even have the will left to choose?)
This chapter contains graphic psychological horror, extreme body horror, gore, hallucinations, and violent reality distortion. The protagonist experiences severe dissociation, grotesque transformations, and a war over his own existence. Reader discretion is advised.
?? SYSTEM ERROR: ? HOST BODY IN CRITICAL STATE. ? MENTAL FRAGMENTATION AT 92%. ? MULTIPLE ENTITIES STRUGGLING FOR DOMINANCE. ? WARNING: PERMANENT SOUL DAMAGE IMMINENT.
Seth was breaking.
Not just his mind.
Not just his body.
His very existence was being torn apart at the seams.
His limbs twitched violently, moving before he could command them—bending at impossible angles, jerking uncontrollably like a puppet with its strings tangled.
His left arm swelled grotesquely, veins splitting open to reveal writhing tendrils of blackened flesh, bone shards piercing through his own skin like broken fangs trying to devour him from the inside.
His right arm burned, glowing with searing crimson markings, the flesh peeling away as if the very concept of humanity was being peeled from his soul.
His ribs cracked apart—but instead of breaking, they twisted outward, revealing something unspeakable beneath his skin.
Something that should not exist.
And yet, he could feel it breathing inside him.
He wanted to scream.
But his mouth was no longer his own.
?? SYSTEM WARNING: ? UNIDENTIFIED ENTITY ATTEMPTING FULL SYNCHRONIZATION. ? HOST MIND REJECTION DETECTED. ? WARNING: MULTIPLE LAYERS OF REALITY COLLAPSING.
"You never had a choice."
The voice of the beast inside him slithered through his skull, curling into his thoughts like barbed wire digging into raw flesh.
"You think you were ever in control?" "Foolish. Weak. Pathetic." "You are nothing without me."
The darkness coiled around his left side, devouring his flesh in slow, agonizing pulses.
His fingers stretched, splitting apart at the joints—blackened claws bursting through the tips of his fingers, his bones snapping and reforming in grotesque new shapes.
His chest rippled, something inside him shifting, twisting, pressing against his ribs as if it wanted to crawl out.
His left eye was gone.
In its place—a gaping void, endless and hungry.
And inside that abyss, something grinned.
"You are already mine, Seth."
"Stop fighting and let me in."
?? SYSTEM ERROR: ? UNKNOWN DIVINE FORCE FORCIBLY INTERVENING. ? EXISTENTIAL WAR OVER HOST BODY REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS.
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"You belong to me, Seth."
Nyxara’s voice cut through the agony, sharp and merciless.
She stepped forward, her presence like a storm of crimson energy, flooding his veins with unbearable heat.
The chains wrapped around his right arm tightened, searing into his skin, branding him.
The markings grew, consuming his flesh, reshaping him into something… not human.
"You will not fall to that filth."
Her hands slammed against his chest, and Seth’s entire body arched violently backward.
He felt his spine crack.
He felt his muscles snap, twist, reform.
He felt his blood turn into something thicker than liquid, something that burned through his veins like molten steel.
The beast inside him snarled, writhing, resisting.
"You dare defy me, wench?"
Nyxara smirked.
"You are nothing to me."
She pressed down harder, her power suffocating him, crushing him.
Seth could no longer breathe.
The war inside him was ripping him apart.
One force pulling him into abyssal corruption. One force binding him in eternal servitude.
And he could not take it anymore.
?? SYSTEM WARNING: ? HOST SOUL AT 3% INTEGRITY. ? FORCIBLE MERGER IMMINENT. ? ERROR: ERROR: ERROR:
Seth’s vision blurred.
He was drowning.
He was burning.
He was breaking.
There was no escape.
No way out.
No—
No, that was a lie.
He still had one thing left.
One last thing no one could take from him.
"No."
The abyss trembled.
Nyxara’s eyes widened.
The beast inside him paused.
Seth’s fingers curled into trembling fists.
His bones screamed.
His blood boiled.
But he did not submit.
"You want me to surrender?" "You want me to be a tool?" "Then kill me."
The darkness lashed out.
Nyxara snarled.
But Seth fought back.
He tore the chains from his arms, ripping his own flesh in the process.
He dug his claws into his own chest, pulling out the creeping abyss.
He threw himself into agony, into suffering, into the raw, unbearable pain of defying both gods and monsters alike.
And in that moment—
The world cracked.
?? SYSTEM NOTICE: ? HOST HAS REJECTED ALL CONTROL. ? UNSTABLE TRANSFORMATION OCCURRING. ? UNKNOWN STATE ACHIEVED.
Seth collapsed to his knees, his entire body torn apart yet whole, broken yet unshaken.
He was free.
But at what cost?
His veins still pulsed with darkness.
His skin still bore the marks of Nyxara’s control.
He was neither a monster nor a servant.
But he was also no longer just a man.
The abyss rippled, retreating.
Nyxara staggered back, eyes wide.
And Seth laughed.
A sound that was not entirely sane.
A sound that echoed across the realms.
And in the darkness beyond, something watched.
Something waited.
Because Seth Valerian was no longer a pawn.
He was something else entirely.
?? SYSTEM FINAL NOTICE: ? HOST FATE UNDETERMINED. ? NEW PATH FORGED. ? THE GAME HAS CHANGED.
End of Chapter : A Mind Torn Asunder
?? Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are purely imaginary. This novel contains dark themes meant to enhance the story and character development. Reader discretion is advised.
