The synchronicity of sound part zero

The synchronicity of sound

(omiverse 777-369)

(velpeligo prime planet, the multiverse of Nebadon prime, WithiIn the northern universe of velpeligo, the plant velpeligo is very similar to Earth, A civilization of humans, androids, Xeno, and other beings within the megacities. Greek town, the unofficial capital chosen by the people, a beautiful Greek and cyber fusion it was known as the city for the gods of old and new, The traces of some dead outer old gods where the rings around Veldeligo prime planet are made of ice, gases and the soul's old civilizations which are the ancestors of new beings and humans who call this home, the Eshara the godheads are the ancestors of the Elf races, Odin the crow fartherr created the human and bird folk, The lands were made by one of the spawns of Verdan, known as Veldenon, a goddess of nature and wisdom that early sentient life idolization and created some first religions of velpeligo and Verdan, but the curse noir Gaia invaded the dreams of velpeligo forcing the goddess to become the shadow Shol-Nurge-Ot the surge of veldeligo for create two goat orc races known as the Grunthar and Zargoths, The Zargothe were a brutal race of a necromancer who had a secret pact and oath with duhov, The false king of the yellow veil; they have goat-glowing eyes that look like they were filled with black hole suns and dead lights; they had four long ram-like horns and two long goat horns that made their head look like an inverted pentagram. They had green flames at the end of their horns; They had a black candle on their head with a golden flame; they wore the skull of dead Eshara, the godheads, and other Elden beings; their robes were made of the flay victims of there prey and religious sacrifice to Duhov and Shol-Nurge-Ot filled with the seals of those outer ones, They have bat leather wings filled with multiple goats like mouths, eyes, goat tails like tentacles and tounges. The Grunthar was a cunning race of minotaur orc goat-like beasts who would give the fallen dead foes or prey to the Zargoth. They had large four bull-like horns and goat horns that made their head look like an inverted hexagram; They had spirals all over their skin from scarification rituals; their fur was red as crimson blood fresh from battle; they had wings like an owl covered in owl eyes and the fallen soldiers of various foes and Indigenous folk of velpeligo prime, The horde dominates the land for unmeasurable millennium raiding and privileging enslaving any being they could ruling with an iron fist. They influence the land so much that the woodlands still bound their wraiths.

Odin, the crow father, sent his son Hugin Munin; Hugin Munin grafted the four horns of the leader of the Zargoths, Rokk Blackmane, after he defeated him and sealed him with the core of Veldligo prime; he had the third eye of zailton given to him for his aid for the defeat of Gizon He has a humanoid face with a long flowing beard and hair that was a pure gray fading into white, He had long gray hawk-like wings that could turn skys black, arms that look they made mounts look like hills covered in the seals of Odin and The cosmic warg., gray and golden robes market with the runes of Ascension and unmerssuresble power of the old divine. Hugin Destroys the Grunthar by placing a curse to make them kill each other and eat themselves with their flesh and blood. His herbs of wisdom purify the land, causing Shol-Nurge-Ot to be sealed in the roots of all evil below Eden. Veldenon brought a golden age as she manifests once again to restore land balance; she got the metaphysical and physical realms, infusing them to create Olympiatros, a heaven that is above the planet Where the grandchildren of Verdan rule over and guides the souls of velpeligo prime into different relams of hell, heavens and other relams beyond even their comprehension. Olympiatros were kingdoms of the new gods of the old. Elysiumoth is a plane in which mortals and demi-gods ascend into Godhead once proven worthy through the trials of Hyperionous

(In 2078, all the races of Veldeligo's prime planet united to create the big five continents; Nostraterra, the leading biggest country, has a perfect balance of machine and nature, a mega corporate-dominated and military-focused government. The twin capital cities of Coeus and Lapetus were heavily influenced by artificial intelligence and bio-mechanical technology that made Earth 666-616 and 616-666 look primitive in comparison; there were floating mega cities that was fueled by aether, the very life force that connects with all physical beings that are fragments of a forgotten Elden outer old god its husk is the moons and stars, there are various corporate syndicates like smoke tech, Aether atlas, Greyward, and Matsumoto

They were the hidden four pulling all the strings and having a hand with the noir market, A market that is only exclusive for corporate governance and wealthy elites but unknown to them; there is a shadow market that the lower class made, giving rise more civil war between the class divide, The shadow markets were hidden with lower cities known as the hidden wasteland metropolis of gloom spire a pure inversion of The twin capital cities of Coeus and Lapetushe, the town was made from human bones and cyberware from ones who rebel against the corporate governance causing the city to emit black Aether keep hidden and made from rage, the souls of rebels and dark emotions unknown to the ordinary citizens lie underneath is  Duhov the second lord of the void inferno and his cults that had infiltrated various countries and other cosmic forces, The dawn of synthetic drugs called neon nar-X are on the rise, and magical weapons made from relics of the old cults of Verdan.)

Man, it's just another slow Monday at black pearl. It's sad that we only have Ole Oldman Parker. I said he could drink the eight seas if made of ExoSurge and Dionysus's

blood. I moved my long, curly red hair out of my face. I might need to get a little trim on my bang. I wish I had a Hydro Hydra Chimera vape right now. It would be great to pass this dead day. I wish I were off right now just Jamming out with the band or going to the city to grab a slice of pie and appreciate the beautiful neon holographic statues of gods and other beings beyond my mortal limited compression; the city had so much art that beautiful and breathe taking, Greek town was my most enormous muse geometric patterns and shapes with perfect symmetry.

Hey, Gator, snap out of it. You are always going in la la land. It would help if you got back on Velpeligo Prime. I swear you, particularly snow spores, are soft and can't keep attention. Pour me My fucking Dark Sytx on the rocks, you fire-headed oak skin freak Said Oldman Parker. He rubs his dirty gray beard with his rusty arm mechs that look like it was from the early neo-steampunk era. It was a disgust and Brutis weapon. I watch as the lice mites of Son of Verden lord Zalassor crawl over his long, shaggy beard that was a corpse-gray; he had sunken, dry eyes that were pitch black with no light, his Teeth a rainbow of dirty yellow and dark brown that would fade to black and had missing teeth with black gums, His elf ears were shaved down filled with gages and other piercings, He was smoking on a cheap white and mild cigar vape that stunk up the bar more than his already piss and blood covered raggy ass trench coat, I thought as I pass him his Styx ExoSurge, it looked like the Phantoms of Mortem Levi were dancing and black souls doing all types of evil it was like a portal to the relams of the infinite void inferno.

That's my Shit, the water of Judas himself, man, you fucking twat, what are you looking at? Shouldn't you be fucking taking my vernfrancs? You have that same fucking smugness as your father, Rick, and your mom Nagini gave you

Dark skin, eyes, and Beauty from another world: I swear you are my favorite daughter of Johnson. At least you don't complain and wine, you work harder than a lot of the members of your lazy-ass generation of NarX poping neon fiends. Man, I tell you, I miss the old days before all this cyber shit said Parker as he raised his drink in the air like he was giving up a toast for a dead five minutes straight, looking like he was completely drunk and on a different planet his rusty elven jewelry fell off him breaking his intoxicated state of mind the poor drunk fool feel off the bar stool tall but skinny Parker looked hungry and inadequate for an elf he probably just spent all his money on cheap cigs and Exosurge it was his favorite cologne.

I can't wait till I'm off. Oh, my gods, I must finish my hair and nails for the upcoming gig. I almost forgot due to the blinding smell of Oldman Parker

His malodorous odor was so pungent it would kill the flying spawn of loth. His old steampunk arms had a green primal Phosphorous dreadful glow, and ancient biomechanical nanobots crawled all over his old, dry, dirty skin. I looked at my shelothbane watched the time tick away and away. I would rather watch paint on the wall dry than go through this with this drunk elf every fucking goddam Monday I thought as I was cleaning the bar.

Unc Dobermen👑🐺: Before you leave the bar, grab the gang some food and buy a Taurus steak for the scooter before you hit the green light market. He's been a good pup lately. He deserves a treat.

Me: Okay, do you want anything else? Unc, and have our new instruments arrived yet? I'm excited to jam out with you guys.

Unc Dobermen👑🐺: This is why you are my favorite niece. You have good looks, and I appreciate you.🖤💚tallk ya later, gator.

Me and your asshole of a papa used to be the deadliest merc for Matsumoto. Our nicknames were Castor and Pollux. We were the titans of Matsumoto, defending from the espionage of Nobunaga. We burn those corporate punks' headquarters to the ground and bathe in the blood of their founding fathers and the highest Council members. I still remember your father using his Obsidian, neon photon saber to slice the head of Tokugawa Matsumoto, his blood flying everywhere. I still can smell the iron and blood said Parker as he had a face of shellshock like he was reliving that moment over and over with a face of pure duality of emotions. He was lost in the sauce

I snap my finger around his face and wave my hand around his until he snaps back into reality. GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS AWAY FROM ME YOU HAG OF VERDAN SCUM. OK, I GET IT; I KNOW WHEN I'M NOT WANTED OR WELCOMED FUCKING GREAT GRAND Father YIG!!! Said Parker with a burst of emotions, spilling the rest of his drink, bumping in, and knocking over chairs and tables until he left the bar. In his putrescence, the smell was left with him. I felt like I was finally at peace with that sad old man. I never understood why my father let him waste his life away, rotting every Monday, drowning himself like Shadrol, lord of the abyss, was pulling him into the icy depths of the sea of Neptune. One day, all that ExoSurge will give him, the wings of Thanatos, is the most significant demise; he is destined to be in the depths of the cenotaph tower of Hades. I pity his frail soul. He was an inversion of Elysian ways, more of a beast than elven. Before he left, I looked into his Lugubrious eyes, which were umbra-like. They were made from the lady of the emptiness, hollow void.

Within the veil of shadows of all mortals and immortals lies the shadow self and ego. I feed on them and their cacophony of dread, a pure, mellifluous sound that transcends the songs of Pan and Lucifer. Angoy and the Dammed songs are sonorous in that I used to slumber in the depths of pandemonium and Sheol. My cradle is the Stygian realm, for I am the physical embodiment of Tartarus. I  am the hand of the boundless headless one, his spear of the Cimmerian darkness. I am the obsidian in waves, the onyx depth of the subconscious, and darkness. I am beyond the limitations of mysticism and witchcraft. I am beyond the outer ones and Elden olds that plague the outer Omega-Omniverse, the husk of the boundless, headless one. I am his spirit nomad, his chosen sultan of nuclear-forsaken eidolon of his will; I am the philosopher stone of desolation and the astral celestial abyss. I am the graveyard of fathomless, dark, eldritch beings that rise on the eclipse of Duhov. The dismal gold false king shall take my offerings, molding them into his kin of unalive ones; the lurkers of duhov shall spread the Deadlight rot to all who oppose the left path of the boundless headless lord. I am the messenger of Gilgamesh and Shol-Nurge-Ot. They want your soul, said Parker with his dark elf telekinesis, sending me a vision of a dreadful goat demonic-humanoid in a veil of darkness with golden pale, ghastly Eldricth eyes and an evil goddess with massive black tentacles with goat-like horns protruding and humanoid fingers with sharp talon-like nails, an aura of glowing ones and skulls of xeno life dance around her decaying .her face was a dark twisted sublime a seductress that was dark and heavenly beyond the coils and bound of my mortal comprehension. It felt like the inner maculation of my mind was shattering within itself into pure chaos that I could not control.

Everything faded into black like I was in the depths of an Eldritch Nihility. My soul felt like I was falling into a chasm of oblivion, shaking my very core. My body felt so cold, like the blood in my veins was frozen by Black ice. I felt goosebumps and a chill down my spine. It was like I was consumed with loth itself, like the blade of Phobos was stabbing my soul and heart, shattering like fragile glass. The fragments of my sanity are in a painful symphonic that is cutting me like a million daggers. It felt like my mind was bleeding and bedding until I heard my phone ringing, snapping me back from this hellish vision; I grabbed my chest, feeling my heart race like Sleipnir, the stead of Odin the Crow father. It felt like I was freed from a sarcophagus of pain and dread, freeing myself from the darkness that tried to drown me.

I picked up my cell. Hello, Yo Gator. There has been a change of plans. The band will meet up tomorrow morning at The Odysseus Lounge, and yes, gator, we have the sick new gear. I will bring it once we all link up at the lounge, so make sure not to be late.

Dam Unc Doberman, no, how are you, gator? What have you been doing all day? I said sarcastically, overdramatically. Am I wiping the sweat on my neck off My favorite niece in the whole Multiverse of Nebadon prime and beyond my fought princess of the black Pearl pub? I'm in a hurry to return to watch my movie, The Ebony Gospels of Judas. It's the best new horror movie to have come out in a long time. Sorry for being blinded by my nerd side, and In check, yo vernfrancs app. I sent you some bones to make up for us not linking up. I'm going to talk to you later, rugrat said Doberman.

He hangs up, then I grab a seat. Turning on the cartoon the misadventures of Bob, the War Lord :

(Mircoverse of  667-661)

This is a tale of the greatest warlord ever lived, with this massive omniverse. The yellow dragon, the god of creation and destruction, created the vast multidimensional planes of existence . Tenzu Gama created the 20 divines for the ten main multiverses. Our tale is within the Hades universe on a far, far planet called Bazel. Bazel was created by the god Shinrai Gama, the planet-creator god.

This is the homeworld of the greatest warlord.

Bazel is divided by multiple large islands and continents. Ito, Pachi, Chi, Romulus, Jiraiya, and Notion were the six Mainlands. Bob was sleeping under a tree near a lake filled with plant life and local fish.

Bob was dreaming of his past self. His dreams reveal the past, present, and future incarnations

One of those incarnations was from the past, a mighty warlord known as The might DOOM daimyo, a mighty lord who severed only one master the destruction energy of the omniverse

He was feared in every single multiverse. He conquered everything but half of the onimverse

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The great DOOM daimyo had only one rival that owned the other half of the onimverse, the grand Kitsune no kami. Also known as the creator of vampires and trickery, this lord is known for trying to stop the samsara of the omniverse. The grand Kitsune no kami and The great DOOM daimyo wars lasted millenniums. The battle only ended when both warlords killed each other with divine swords

A spaceship crashes from the Hades universe down to Bazel, the homeworld of Bob, the warlord, who is still in a deep sleep. Under the life-giving tree, Yggdrasill is his home. The Yggdrasill bears fruits that have large amounts of chi. Bob has been eating from trees for 22 years. He has almost a limitless amount of chi

The ship crashed and exploded, and demons rose four of the boat. Then there were gods of the old multiverses; there were many vast different creatures and aliens that emerged from the crashed ship

Watching from the crash site rain, the pyro lord senses dangerous chi, which causes him to decrease his levels of chi to make it understandable to higher beings that he was just a blade in the grass. A demon named Lenrai, the abyss's fire sultan, was also summoned. He mist detected the new demonic energy and other chi.

Angels and titans rose from the ship, all thirsty to conquer the land. The land quakes at the very presence of the strong. Lenrai then used his vision to detect Bob Chi. The demon was hungry and craved new power.

Then, Lenrai used his chi to create a barrier around itself that could devour his opponent's chi. The demon then used another minor aura that could deflect Chi's attacks. Lenrai then teleported to Bob, the warlord

Lenrai asked how could you ever call yourself a warlord or warrior? You may have a large amount of chi, but you have no warrior in your blood. You shall fall. He raised his hand, and then a massive white blast attacked Bob, the warlord. Bob, the warlord, had a fire in his eyes. He finally felt what bloodlust felt like after 22 years of peace

The blast hit Bob, the warlord. He was heavily damaged from the stones of the earth cutting him; the fall of the explosion gave him an X-shaped cut on his forehead. Boom! Suddenly, Bob began to charge his chi naturally.

I turn it off and then wear my black Gator leather coat and Gator skin boots. Before I walk out of the pub, I make sure to check all of the inventory and lock up everything. I can't lie; I can't wait to watch the rest of that cartoon at home, but I have to get some grub or something on my stomach for now. I put my long, curly, scarlet red hair into a ponytail and head to the Green Gaia market.

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