Zero's Axis

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Zero Axis-- Part Two



Recruit suggestion: Samariah Ayin Elesem

Recruitment commissioner/Master Class Initiator: Raziel.

Method of selection: Death.

WARNING!! unregistered denizen of Undocumented Domains not Initiated into the Alliance by an Initiator. Often due to these Domains being ''out of the loop" within the Economic Alliance of Zero, they still hinge to their own view of True Choice. With no self-consistent setting, and elements that separate it from the real world. This type of Domain has two variants: Source and Isolated.Premature Domain(s). Is restricted in the affairs of the Economic Alliance of Zero. Enter Litigation to provide plot induced justification of negligence.

Litigation code: 0words in box go hereWord in sentence..

Above wonder world, above that place where one shall not name above where it all came, there is a place. Known as Zeros resting place. Non-centuries ago, one of Zeros 6 leaders that were thier own realm entirely for each of the 6 realms: Unimaginable, Logic, Concept, Reality, and Paradox, broke away. Until one day one decided to break away in grandiosity. This was Adam Leader of Reality. Naturally, the war Adam waged against Zero and the other leaders, his paradise didn’t stand a chance. Only a few surviving “Angels” got to recall his momentous failure. Currently, only two work in our department.

“Owe my head… wait… this isn’t the alleyway…”

The second Angel greets those who have fallen away from thier narrative with the intention to train and condition then as protectors of fiction, known as Initiators

“Hello, Samariah!”

“Who the— How do you know my real name!!? I didn’t even write it down on my government documents!”

And introduces himself,” My name is Raziel. Clearly you think you are the smartest there’s ever been.”

She may never admit it herself, but this is Samariah Ayin Elesem. In a dishonorable fashion, her grandfather is Adam and she herself the unwritten daughter of the bibles Abel. No one knows who she is. That may have done her a great service in her waking life, as an assassin, a wolf in sheep’s clothing who none suspects. An innocent middle school girl doing the wrong of premeditative murder? It may have evolved from the fact that her father was a brainwashed drone of the scarlet king who left her abandoned for her own well being. Or her secondary paternal guardian, a guilt-stricken half man half automaton who knows well what he’d done wasn’t his fault.

In short, her life was a mess, it was no wonder that after a hundred years she’d turn out like this. Dead.

“Are you mocking me!?”

“Am I, now let’s get down to business! You are here because you have died. Your story has ended. Or has it, here in Etcetera new stories begin! We have something special put in place for you—” like red tape, Raziel was cut off.

“Nope,” Sam brought herself to the nearest edge of the island they were on she could find. Jumping on her mind.”I’m out.”

“You can’t just make suicidal gestures.” his or her fingers snapped and they were in a purple-clad office. Chairs looked victorian cozy and the desk was laminated mahogany. Raziel closed the cascading drapes and took a seat.

“Where the hell is this?”

“My office.”

“Looks like an episode of the Addams family.”

“Get bent you little twat. Now, back to the task at hand, you qualified for one of our most prestigious programs!”He announced with energized wit.

“No thank you, I wanna die.”

“To bad! Here is your flier. A guide will come to your room shortly to give you your tour.”

“Guide what guide!?”

The world around Sam spun from where she stood and she was somewhere else. A bed to the left and a desk to it’s right, she looked up to the skylight. It was apparent her room was just a box out of many more cubes on the castle side. She climbed on her bed and looked out that window, she could see the clouds and many more below. Songs and lullaby could be heard in the breeze and the music notes plainly seen. One note hit a bear-man, who shut his eyes, Sam hit them away, swinging with a tray knife cutting a c minor into a c flat.”Getaway! Shoo!” There was a knock on the door and she ran to it.

“Samariah Ayin Elesm?”

“WHAT!?”

“I am Tarif, your guide.”The pixie opened her wings and flew her way inside,” Your windows, I would keep those closed.”

“You think I won’t be able to breathe up here? How many men do you think I’ve killed?”

“I’ve gotten that one 236 times today,” she left a trail of sparkles in the air on her way out and down a hall, where moss touched the corners.”Let’s go.”

”Any more steps?”Sam panted, it would greatly inconvenience her if the answer was—

“Yes—”

“God kill me—!!”

A few more flights of stairs later, and the testament that Samariah ayin Elesem was not in as good a shape as she believed her self to be and wishing she had a dainty pixies wings…

“Made it!”

“Welcome to Etcetera!”

"Options? Options for what?"

Following the pixie down the promenade as much as Sam tried following the pixie the stuff around her was simply eye-catching — what the fuck was that thing passing by? A ball of stars. That chair just turned into some guys umbrella.

The water was a glass floor wait someone with gills just dived in, not long after her senses were overtaken by a plethora of undecayed smells and pleasant aromas.

"Pay attention!" said Tefir firmly. Samariah would but the giant airship overshadowing them would make it impossible. The jets of hydro-pulpusion pushing forward like geysers whichever side shut their bays like a shell with four folds, the bubble of the small ring; The plasma inside of which has popped like a bubble, it captured like a butterfly.

Sam was left looking at it, as she entered some kind of center, she watched Tefir land, clover-covered feet touched rim sides of the silicate monitor, where there sat a transparent Man. He was a ghost, wore clothes — he went back into a cube like a hologram to lead them both to a platform. A girl was next in line, she had silver-white hair and blue eyes. Servants around them carried a box of metal cubes.

A sequence of symbols shuffled until they came scuffled to some word; The entire series of screens beeped green.

The man and woman appeared unphased as well. A woman with a thin heavenly tusk, without delay, handed her a slip. The one man took it without feeling; he and their servants made their way out the exits frame. The pale girl looked at Samariah with as much attention you'd give first noticing a ghost.

Sam Looked forward, awkwardly hesitant it was her turn.

"Just step on the platform, and it will read the highest aptitude of your Soul-Nature."

Sam floundered miscomprehending what was said."My Soul- what is that?"

"What you're good at, based on your pertinence of Selection."

Sam mouthed 'What'?

Tefir submitted to her ignorance level."Your superpowers!"

"What? Why??"

Tefir dazed for a moment at the mere the absent-mindedness of this recruit, then snapped out of it as Sam finally hopped onto the reading system. Green dots beeped on all around. Sam's face twitched in the bright light. The pale girls' blue eyes in the doorway would whip her head around to observe it all. Blue eyes as wide as dinner plate, narrowed next by the competitive news.

"So, what does that mean?"

"It means your Contains the Standard Aspects of all sentient fictional properties. Soul-Natures draw on the source of the concept and inspiration, siphoning ability from personality, Age/Experience, or Domain Specialty(Ability that is normally and well specialized in the recipients' Domain of Origin.) Determined elements are neither random nor chosen, it's the immeasurable unbound internal power with transcending capacity to do anything.
Soul-Natures quotients high. Moderate would be yellow, Low is in white and would not be high enough for the A selective process by which new Initiators are recruited, includes methods of all introductions: All forms of birth, reincarnation, destruction, resurrection, and insertion.Honor Course Program."The transparent man from the desk told her. The woman with the thinhorn handed her a slip.

"Your Soul-Nature can't be determined, how strange a personality too. Are you under the Dominion of free choice."

Tefir gave the worker a scowl that said: no more questions.

"However, your Origin Domains Specialty is with blood magic and storage wielding. Your race is half Daevite and Edenian with a trace of a pre-mature!" she shared with blinding enthusiasm.

"Oh… okay. I think I know about the storage thing, and what I am, but blood magic? What?"

"We don't see a lot of Daevites applying for the position of Initiator." said the man with all the numbers in his body.

"That a thing I can do?" Sam said looking at Teffir for clarification."Is it?"

"Yes, and you use, storage wielding already. You may have a head start." the pixie elaborated.

That's exactly what Sam wanted to hear."Awesome… then I'll just kick the shit out of everyone here."

"I wouldn't do that- if you're implying what I think you are."

Sam leered at her. One brow raised, "Oooook? So when do we start?"

"First we need to give you your crest." he says not to her but the large needle on a mechanical arm, on the tip was a ready red light." It will indicate your status as a trainee."

"Okay? Where do I get that?" Flesh hissed from the Lazors imprint. An embellished symbol was scanned onto her wrist, a concentric circle. Sam swatted, "Fuck! What was that!?"

"Looks like you've finished your first schedule!" Tefir announced." Your second will be given to you soon. Come! I'll lead you back to your quarters."

Sam sat on her bed she stared at her desert eagle. She could still kill without hesitation, never needed to sleep drink or eat. Was the smartest best there ever was. Nothing could be hard. This would be easy.

Everything came easily. This would be no different… she took a look at the pamphlet…

As Initiates of the honor course program, your their bodies are not physical, and so, does not require the means of nourishment nor are they subjected to the problems and limitations associated with physical bodies. So feel content to thrive at your own pace!

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Raziel walked out of his office, Fishermans hat of bait accessories adding nothing much to his performance. Turning his face, a light greeting was in order.

"Zero."

“Raziel,”

“Enoch, is it so ethical for you to be using zero access at a time like this? I know you have different priorities—”

“Why was this occasion so different, why the sudden fear born from worry. I’ve only come to say hello — another thing—”

“I won’t be involving you so early this time. Have some faith in me, and in them.”

“This curriculum was botched.”

"I didn't…—Now I see,” Raziel smiled, with a hint of surrender,” you're just doing your job… I’d stop worrying so much, Metatron.”

"You don't get their say, their human. As long as I/they can change everything about this. Oh but that's right there is that weight of proof we have to lift, isn't it?" All remained in silence. A monklike presence with white braids stepped forward, "Am I early — again?"

"Enoch. It's my break. Why are you using access this early? -"

Metatron acted as if the last added question didn’t exist." If it's demanded. So be it. So, Raziel the Desolator. Those two… was this some kind of attempt? I'm not going back. I thought I- no we agreed, No more interference."

"We didn't start off like this…" said Raziel."Your Laments aren't invalid, however, it's safe to keep in mind the origin—"

"Our wings we took off so there was to escape, so pain would not be so obvious. And be worth everything. Don't you remember? Why return to that damnation?"

"Calm down, Enoch," Raziel gave up the argument as nothing he said wouldn't be crossed out and made irrelevant."We change that is the way of things, is it not?"

" But there is always the choice to turn back, don't give your self one either, Or, your ending will be soon to come."

With that said the monk was gone…
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On her way down the hall Sam spotted a feeble girl with a thin horn in her temple, she strikingly resembled the woman in the Aptitude Center, but a little different. There was always a feeling of comfort and peace in the air around her, her horn shined like heaven.

The button strap dress corkscrewed around her set in place by a wrap of cloth around her waist that form a huge bow and her wings behind her and ended open like a cone while beneath she wore bloomers.

A Woman who's mist-like composition filled an entire suit with a slender figure. The lovely girl with the glittering stone clenched it "Give me that, I found it before you had! What are you going to do with it? You are a Uniconllini,"

"Or alternatively, you can use The act of refining materials of the 1rst through 50th dimensions for use.Matter warding!. "

"An artesian has no place among the Initiators, what would you do against a Beings who spawn from the nothing of a Work. An appearance of these is rare, due to the Economic Alliance of Zeros' Initiators and the effort of Zero themselves.Blank

"We are free from the Nothing something your distinct kind can't comprehend."

"Of, course not! It's hocus! Now hand me that-" the black mist descended, the girl ducked, her suit one with the glide at the girl with the stone. The girl with the horn ducked and dived but her ankle was lassoed with uniform smoke. The Woman of mist thrashed her about like a rag doll but still, the girl with the horn would not let go.

Sam wanted to help, but She didn't know which to use, A light morphed into every conceivable shape then split and rotated into Sams' hands as a .500 Smith and a Wesson Magnum. Anti-tank rounds fused with her red energy shots from her Nature launched holes through the mist woman's dusky form with every trigger squeeze, leaving nothing but temporary links repaired with everlasting fog.

Sam swore, "Shit no matter how many shots I make—"self-stigma could come later for shooting at the fucking fog, for now, she needed to sever the connection — her rounds cut the solid mist enough to allow horn-girl to drop. Sam threw a punch, the pressure blew the mist woman away from around the fist.

Sam was left panting, from using up too much of her ammo like that — for the number of shells her guns pitter-patter, she would have needed to reload 15 times.

"Well what do you know about that?" she said amidst catching breaths, "What the hell-"

"Thank you!" the uni-horned girl stood, "You saved me-" she smiled with a courteous bow, "My name Is Annya Amberlance."

"What the fuck was she after you for?"

Annyas head tilts."An expletive? Perhaps this resolution could have been absolved in your absence… "

Sam shot back."What the hell? If I wasn't here you'd be dead."

The girl with a horn leaned back politely."Dead? What is Dead? Of course I would!" Her smile didn't give an air of self-awareness at all."Is your Soul-Nature a lack of logic?" she asked rhetorically in polite curiosity.

"Who are you calling an idiot!?"

"I don't understand, you liberate me and yet you antagonize me? Extortion maybe?"

Sams gaze dropped a few degrees."The fuck are you talking about?"

"Why this?" asked the mist woman reformed in clump of clouds, her deep glowing red eyes set on both."What manner of principle compels someone to aid another, despite their nature??"

"Huh-" Suddenly they were off, blasted in a ball of Blue fumes. Two paused and looked around as is washed off. The mist woman teleported in sudden disinterest, And the girl with the horn ran off."I'm sorry!"

"What the-"

"You watch your mouth. This is, by your obvious comparison, a civil establishment ."

"What just happened?"

"Their not humans. Change is not in their nature. You'll find that a majority behavior will be a likeness, well more or less one of Objective acceptance." he said.

"I don't understand, what is that?"

"I'll tell you then, It's safe for me to do so, but first I think it is a custom for you to exchange alias, my name Is Raziel," he told her.

"Come with me to my office."

"Will I get skittles?"

"…"

"If we cannot succeed outside the singular aspects we represent, we may cease to be ourselves. There was a success in bypassing the Monocosms' rules, however, your family's kind, the first humans were able to defy very selection for one of their own. Granting them liberty and True Choice."

True ChoiceAn unfiltered essence of will that overcomes those of all sources that allows them to conjure meaning. Exists in a bucket that Zero fills with the Infinite Source.

"Why can't you all just — you don't have to be this way. Your the ones choosing this!"

"Perhaps we can change our minds, the difference between how that functions for us is a separate process, however, We can continue to change but we'll never know what power that gives. If we have to make the final decision, lose all we have made, no longer be who we are, not like we could recognize that difference."

"How does that even make any sense!?"

"It does without reason. We do not attempt. We do. Come to an acceptance; It may appear strange to others, even abominable, how much you defy the objective recognition. Nothing of your fault, because for humanity, all truths are valid. Given the perceivable scorn of True choice. A wind of their own loneliness, to never again enter that inner world. This will be all they know with no escape. It is for this reason that I express that you never share the existence of your humanity to anyone who may shatter the Walls of Conflict."

"What is even the point of this place!? Or me being here!?"

"Nothing. There's no reason."

"Then let me fucking die!! I can't do anything here!"

"No. Only maintenance of fictional impersonality. Ectera is only Zeros perception of the 4 Authorities and The Source, where ever they may be. If they weren't, we'd abide until we're brought to Beyond, who's only Zero knows"

"I don't care about Zero!! What is the unknown? Can you escape it? It is a place, right?"

"I would say it is… If I knew… I don't… All I know is… all attempts to know are controlled."

Sam pouted her lips."Let me guess. By Zero."

Raziel nodded.

"What kind of— that makes no sense!"

Raziel remained silent before speaking again."It is only to make it known. We maintain acceptance. There is no real choice here in perspective, and a majority of the time those here choose familiarity. It is how the Authorities Rule."

"The Authorities. I definitely know you don't mean the cops. Maybe the 05 councils? I read about a plot with a 05 council in my studies. Is that it? So can I go home? I clearly don't have a place here. I mean why am I here?"

"The 05 council… no. Far from that. No. Either way, it's best to stick with the rules."

"That's crap. I don't give a shit about your rules, your stupid school or whatever! I want to go home and find my dad and my uncle!"

"I will tell you where they are, but you can't leave."

"Okay," she said."Where…?"

"The SCP foundation."

" I'll just go there, then"

"You can't."

Sam snarled and stomped."Why not!!?"

"The only real reason you're here is that you are one of the Daevite Matriarchs successors, by mandatory selection; Litigation 3.8F of the Alliance. Under has that you remain under protection; that goes for any successor for any Source. Precautions detailed. You're tired. Get some sleep."

The world spun around her she blinked and found herself on her bed, face in her pillow."I want to go home…"
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She took a look at her schedule the next day. Basic looking; all her pre-requisites gave her a migraine.

  • Military Illusionary Science
  • Analytical Magical Philosophy
  • Comparative Inter-Planar History
  • Paradoxical Ancient Alteration
  • Essential Military Hermeticism
  • Calculus
  • Philosophy of Military Astronautics
  • Remedial Interplanetary Physics
  • Clinical Dimensional Theology
  • Essential Hyperspatial Religion

And those are just what average non-trainees need and the statistics board or what they call it says that most settle for just 5. Initiators need at least 10,000 more things she needs — or can be learned from her Multi-verse Alone.

The basics of Military Illusionary Science flew right over her head. Like nothing else, Analytical Magical philosophy was at least comprehensible due to the things her father and uncle taught her. Paradoxical alteration, they stressed this was an important one of the hardest subjects.

To bypass paradoxes and narrative structures is fine, but thinking it over, it didn't make any sense to her, so that meant it did. It was the fastest she had passed any class.

Comparative Interplanar history was just learning about the solar system on a mass Archeversal scale- And where they are Monocosm Monocosm. — The Ried — their own position in the Beyond. It Contains an infinite amount of Godverses, Omniverses, and Multiverses and one Source realm(Area on the Outside.) within its plot line.

She hadn't even given thought to anything beyond mars — let alone noticed the minute differences between each one.

Back in class, she snapped back to attention disregarding the convulsing web of nebula shelving their glassware box of a classroom. Taking her projection bar, doing as she did always, watched as it scrolled down to the first question…

2340^2×1=

Well, it was a good run, she'd be ending it all after this. Half of this shit was impossible to recall, let alone comprehend. No. She was a bad bitch. And bad bitches never lose faith. Unless it all failed then she'd go ahead and do it anyways.

With a press of her forefinger, a pale girl submitted her quiz, "Finished." everyone had just opened their projection bars. Her gaze, a cold and calculating blue-shifted to Samariah, it wasn't long before a static atmosphere connected between them. Sams own ingrain stubbornness clenched her teeth in her present "bad bitch" rage.

Oh hells no.