SEEING IS BELIEVING IS SEEING IS BELIEVING IS

 For GLOGTOBER Challenge 1- the prompts I made, which I will be doing first because I am a raging narcissist and a ruthless self-promoter. The prompt: Failed Gods and their Consequences. 

It's under your floorboards. It's in your walls. It's in your closet, thrashing against the door, keening and chittering from within your inner ear, shrieking with each inhalation. It's outside, out of sight, invisible- it cannot be seen, for it lives where visual perception isn't. 

Gods demand perception. If they were truly all-powerful, what use would they have for insignificant mortals? No, omnipotence is a myth; the Gods need our vision and worship. They need their anchors, they need their hands, they need their food. To be forgotten is to be made without form and void once more.

There have been deaths of Gods before, mostly of those which are young, weak, and shapeless, but there has been one instance of a truly mighty power being destroyed. Its name is no longer recorded, nor any other detail of its existence. Libraries were scoured, temples were burnt to the foundations, idols were shattered- and then all of these deeds were themselves covered up. It was an act of total decide, an act of forgetting that itself was forgotten.

But it was a mighty God, once, perhaps the very mightiest. It had to have been a great and terrible threat to mankind; why else was the effort to destroy it so thorough? It was a thing of tremendous immaterial mass, and when it died, it collapsed in on itself and left behind a God-shaped vacuum. But this empty space itself lingers on, still acting and thinking as it once did, albeit in some bastardized, hollow form; if you cut out a circle from a sheet of paper, you still have the shape of a circle.

This anti-God, the lacuna, wants back in- it is a mad, starving thing, a howling void shaped like nothing at all. It wants to be seen, to be remembered, to be given shape again, but this is an impossibility even for the divine; a vacuum cannot be made substance, and the meeting of matter and anti-matter brings only destruction. Nevertheless, there are those who worship this empty thing, a gesture as futile as trying to fill a bottomless pit; ironically enough, its worshippers are primarily aspiring God-killers themselves. Divine beings are cruel, completely without empathy- it would be hard to find someone who doesn't hate at least one of their number. The lacuna offers blessings in return, too: dissolution, to be made an anti-person the way it is an anti-God, to exist where perception is not. A form of perfect stealth, in which you exist only in action and memory; you will not be seen, you cannot be seen.

There is no way to return from this. You are as trapped in unbeing as the lacuna is. It can find no purchase on existence, grasping at anything it can- dragging down anything in its clutches down with it. 

It would unmake all that exists to tread water for just a little longer.