Shikkoku no Sharnoth: Black Voice

~Cannot be measured to CE Calendar. Unknown Period. The Abyssal End~

---This was before the Black King sat at the Abyss.

---This was at the Abyssal End.

There was something called the Dark Star.

It is that which exists in perpetual black, permitting no light there and unable to be seen by neither man nor any advanced Scholar machines. Perhaps it may be the Beyond, that which stretches to the ends of the universe. It could be a planet where Jet Black and darkness converge, or perhaps it was a palace of the God King in the unknown abyss that once created the universe, or even a prison that brings about eternal banishment due to its color of Black. Naturally, there was next to nobody who believed it, and even fewer who have heard of it.

At the start of the 20th century, its existence has only ever been whispered by a very select number of occultists. The Dark World, The End of the Dark Universe, The Dark Palace, Event Horizon, or Sharnoth. Sometimes it's even referred to as just Sharnoth, yet there were significant differences in its meaning. Now, let us spurn one of the unknown voices.

A voice from the Dark World.

A voice from the End of the Universe.

A voice from the End of the Land.

This is a story told by a woman who was arrested during the Salem, Massachusetts Witch Trials in 1692, who later mysteriously vanished. The woman referred to herself as a Ritualist, who left behind some eerie spells about the Howler In Darkness, to whom such detestable prayers and words were offered to here on Earth. One of the spells, recited in old Latin, were certainly the words of somebody else.

They said---

Why

Why

Why

Why did they vanish

Why did they leave

Why did they shatter

Those eyes

That radiance

---The Light

The word's contents were a record of the physical activity and movement of the distant ancient universe and, more precisely, a record of matter and phenomena of an absolute scale that transcends time and space, of stars being crushed and the universe being mercilessly penetrated with high gravity. It's something that is impossible for our human language to convey, thus it is meaningless.

Yes, in later years, a young and ambitious eccentric Scholar named Aleister Crowley would publish a book on it, but no one paid any mind to it.

There was no one, to start with. Who is it that could find meaning in the Black Voice?

It was as Scholar-like as it could, none of which is on this Earth.

"To start with, the Latin that witch spoke in was certainly the secrets of magic, but the answers lies in the secrets of science."

"The point of it is it's just a record of a type of phenomenon, not some prophecy for a God in deep space. It was a code.

It was a prophecy for the discovery of the Big Crunch.

It was a prophecy for a clue of the Big Bang."

Said a Scholar to his friend.

His friend had overheard this and couldn't help but fathom its meaning. It was rather puzzling for these words to refer to physical phenomena, but what was the intent in uttering them?

"Darkness. The Dark.

The ethereal Jet Black that floats between the stars.

That which surrounds the cosmos, the very universe itself, one of the three aspects that make up this world alongside time and space."

"It's all about astrophysics.

These aren't mysteries.

These aren't of someone else.

These aren't the occult, Brother Mathers."

"Though they were the words of a witch, ultimately, they were the manifestation of the universal laws based on a mutated cerebrum."

"Prophecy. Foretelling. Even though they have taken on the form of a truly ancient mystery, at the end of it all, it is merely an understanding of the unknown universe.

Wouldn't that be the voice, Brother?"

"Like the movement of atoms, for instance.

Surely those cannot have a will or mind of their own, yes?"

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~1906, a certain month. Sharnoth~

---This was when the King was on the Throne.

---This was right before the girl touched the King.

He had many names.

Jet Black.

Darkness.

Faceless.

Chaos.

The Dark.

The Abyssal Universe itself.

Howler in Darkness.

The Crawler.

Lord of the Many Old Ones.

Outer God.

Black King.

Indeed, there were perhaps over a thousand names they had indicated through some secret tombs and magic tombs. None of which they named themselves, but were given to them as honorific titles by both living and non-living beings alike born after them, who looked up to them from a distant land, worshipping and trembling to the distant one.

What did he feel of this?

Those who named him, feared him, revered him.

Naturally, regardless of what, we would never be able to truly comprehend him...

Before the premise can be spoken, let Dr. Alfred Wallace's theory be brought up, where it states that while it is possible to grasp the rational thought of survival of a species, it is impossible to grasp the irrational thought of a species that doesn't isn't based on survival. Naturally, it can be discussed whether he is even a living or non-living being but the point is that he is of a different species, which is not important and thus omitted.

In any case, let us proceed with the premise. 

That is to say, what did he feel of it? What did he thought of it?

In conclusion, he didn't feel anything of it. He didn't think anything of it.

He merely only acknowledges it.

He, the Black Him, the Black King, only senses and acknowledges something according to a record of Lord Leonardo da Vinci, also known as the Great Scholar Uomo Universale. To every phenomena, to every situation that occurs on the Earth, he does not feel any of it. He does not think of it.

No matter who dies.

No matter if a country was destroyed.

No matter if a continent vanishes.

Not even if a star were to fall upon the land---

"I see."

That's it.

He acknowledged something.

For example, a woman that was coming up to him.

Even if she wished it.

Even if she desired it.

Even if she were to conceive a child.

Even if she tried to reach the Gate of Tartarus, it would not come to pass, and eventually she would die.

"I see."

That's it.

He acknowledged something.

For example, a girl who was coming up to him.

Even if she prayed for him to suffer.

Even if she were to cry hopelessly.

Even if she were to replace herself with the cold steel Engine as proof of her closeness.

Even if she were to eventually disintegrate and be devoured by the darkness.

"I see."

That's it.

However, that was it.

Sometimes, he was take in something that was of interest.

For example---

A woman who dreamed of the Blue Sky and vanished in the old century.

For example---

A poor girl who died as a result of violence.

For example---

An Archduke that once crossed blades.

For example---

The remnants of a butterfly on a paved road.

To him, all of them were of equal value and thus equally meaningless.

He merely senses them. He merely acknowledges them.

Oh, I see. And that's it.

There is no emotion and thought from them, something which the black him had proven to be nothing more than a phenomena of the universe. It is something that cannot be helped, as they are not a living thing from a different species. Now, there isn't any point to interpreting him as a human being.

However.

However, was that really there was?

Did he feel anything?

Did he think anything?

Even if he took up a human form, and speak with a voice.

A voice...

What does it impart on...?

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The Abyssal End.

No, it has many names.

Jet Black.

Darkness.

Faceless.

Chaos.

The Dark.

The Abyssal Universe itself.

Howler in Darkness.

The Crawler.

Lord of the Many Old Ones.

Outer God.

Black King.

The black that it was known for stares at the ground.

At a corner of the earth. A small living being with a Golden Right Eye being chased by imitations of the spirits that once worshipped it.

He thought nothing of it.

He felt nothing of it.

However, there was one thing to it.

"Oh, I see."

No.

That wasn't it.

It was the only change in which the Black thought and felt after hundreds of millions of nights.

That being---

Why

And it was---

to be continued 'On the Beach'...