u/ComfortOfAllDrops

I now remember why I committed such so-called 'atrocities' back at my home universe. The people there are just insufferable. Horrible people to be around.

So I re-established my presence there. I informed the other Instances, and they are helping me regain control of that place. I've been thinking... maybe the eleventh Instance was right. When I was unable to keep control, he gave me that name, and I fled the dimension with it, instead of reminding the weak population that they're nothing.

So I've come back, and they put up quite the fight over the last week. But they simply couldn't win against my power, especially now that I've got the eleventh on my side. We left a few survivors, about five, to survive on their own but inevitably die.

We're about to travel back to eleventh's home universe. He described it as a perfect utopia. He said he told the people there that 'prime Vexael' is back.

Eh, it might be true.

Using what I had at my disposal, I was able to craft clothing that will hide my distortions. Without it, I am unable to interact with others.

Just as it has always been, time is inconsistent here. It varies by location and a few other factors. Not even in a geographical level either. If I take ten steps forward, suddenly time seems to move quicker, for example.

The food here is strange compared to what the average human from the Second Home is used to. I often come across fruits I recognize, but have forgotten about long ago. Re-assigning tastes to the visuals has proven quite irritating.

I am currently with a camp of about thirty survivors of the atrocities I committed. They haven't recognized me yet, but one man seems suspicious that I never show my face, or any of my skin at all. I was tempted to kill him if he found out too much, but I remembered that I don't have any power anymore. I can't summon my Instances, I'd prefer if they weren't made aware of my survival just yet. I'm just a regular middle-aged man here.

There is an upside to this, however. I can finally be seen as an equal to those who are just like me. I can finally be just a guy. Just a regular guy. I've come to appreciate the normality. I'm strongly considering permanent residence, disconnecting the links with my Instances that allow us to communicate and teleport to and summon each other. Not yet, however. I'll see what happens in the future, then I'll make a decision.

-C/V B.

I'm alive. I somehow managed to survive the crushing weight of the unintelligent dummies. Seems my attacker thought he was the victor. Not yet.

The other Instances think I'm dead. I'll let them know later.

I can​ go home, or back to KcKenson, but I'm going to explore this dimension a bit more... It is my original home, after all, and I want to see what happened after my reign of terror so many years ago, back in Charlie's time.

It's essentially a wasteland. I've been surviving off of fruits I can't seem to remember from trees that I recognize but I'm not familiar with. It tastes of a mix of strawberry, lemon, and overcooked pork.

There are some things I recognize, such as a town I hid in... or what used to be one, at least. It's a ruins now.

I managed to stumble upon a group of people trying to survive. I approached them. They were scared out of their minds. I was confused... Why were they fearful? Is there something behind me? No... they were looking right into my eyes. My glowing eyes on a distorted silhouette form. The eyes they associated with death.

Oh... right.

I forgot about the wrong I did here, but apparently they didn't. After they ran off, I took a few things from their camp, food and the like; it should last me a few days.

I'll update tomorrow.