Authors note: if you are reading this, the void is now reality, and there's only two of us alive

Date: 100 days later

A hundred days before the date listed on this entry, the world fell into utter chaos. More accurately, it was the onset of that chaos. The world is still crumbling now. Very soon, there may be nothing left.

So I have taken the liberty of documenting my recollection of the events, after all I had the keys, I let the void loose.

My name is azriel, son of dimitri. I am also Jason, software developer son of James I think, that part of me is vague. I can only recall as far as a hundred days ago with utmost clarity.

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It was a pretty normal day, I sat on the front porch of my parents house. This was one of the rare days I had twenty-four hours to myself. Figuring out what to do with those hours was always a chore.

So this time I kept it simple, i hadn't seen my parents in a while. My father was dying. Bone cancer; the doctors said.

I think a part of my mom died that day. A part of my dad was dying everyday after all. I despise how much she loved the man. I could see it in her eyes, the dark desire to follow her better half to whatever hell death dragged him into.

It pained me, god's it still does. But what could I do? They were adults, they could make their own choices. My mom chose to follow her heart.

I can't blame her tho, she loved the man to death; literally. And I wasn't exactly the perfect son. I was detached from family. I think they hated me, my mother's eyes always said it.

So presented with the choice to leave her son and follow her heart, it's pretty obvious what she chose.

This realization left me numb. I hurt so much I couldn't feel anything anymore. I lied earlier, i didn't choose to be with my parents because I had too much trouble choosing what to do with so much free time. It was because my father was on his last days.

He wasn't as bitter towards me as my mom.

That man always puzzled me. How could one man have such a big heart. I understand why she wants to follow him.

He doesn't want that however. Of course he doesn't. She'll hear none of that. I can hear their voices through the walls, she is raising her voice at him. I keep grimacing with her every utterance.

God's she hates me.

No matter, I can't do anything about it, i never tried. The current chaos, I have only me to blame. I was too drained to worry. I had my own dark thoughts, I had my own fears.

Ah, but I was numb. So I got up off the porch and took a walk.

It was late at night, I remember that night so fucking vividly. The wind sang as I roamed the dark streets in solemn silence contemplating my existence.

This had been the nature of life, living everyday wondering whether it is truly worth it. The more I walked, the darker it grew. I didn't notice, I assumed it was merely my vision tunneling as my mind wandered.

Oh how wrong I was.

I walked until the moonlight vanished, that caught my attention. I turned my head to take in my surroundings only to be met by deep darkness.

My body rattled with fear, that was my first emotion. It was so intense so vast and unimaginable I couldn't breath. Darkness shouldn't make one that terrified. And that was what terrified me even more.

I no longer thought of my dying father or hateful mother, I thought of my heart busting through my sternum as the panic I felt finally did me in. I though of my heart stopping and my body falling limp to the ground.

It got even darker from there.

My mind slipped as I experienced the suffering of a thousand souls. My mind was assaulted by images of ancient wars, kings against kings in a bloody rain of steel. I saw and felt blades impale children, women and innocent men.

I heard the wails of innocent villagers as reality defying explosions tore their very existence to shreds. My mind was too far gone, my body numb as even more grousome things were lain bare to my frail mind. Secrets far too incromprehnsible I was forced to understand.

In those few seconds of torture, i knew all there was to know, all that had ever happened and would happen. I felt my brain melt as my head grew hot, threatening to blow up.

I wanted it to stop, I wanted to turn around and go back home. Finally i thought about my parents, I wanted to appologize. I wanted to hug my mother so tightly she begged for breath. I wanted to cry in her arms.

I was always sorry, but too stupid and self centered to care.

This thoughts were unlike me, I wasn't that sentimental. I was filled with hatred, but imminent death strips you off those defenses.

Maybe that was why that old man was so nice. He always knew he was about to die.

The darkness grew heavy around me, I felt it shift. It didn't surge violently, it flowed like a river around me. It brushed against my skin with the weight of a paper but to me it felt like stones were being lain on top of me one by one.

I had long lost the feeling to my limbs. Frankly, I forgot I even had limbs.

Slowly, I began to experience a profound change, all that torture begun to lessen. The images grew more coherent and the pain I was subjected too begun to dissipate. My vision however was split, I saw far into the past, like staring into fractured glass that cast different reflections each threatening to devour your sense of self.

I could escape this revelations. The future was less clear, like muddy waters that shifted ever so rarely allowing you to catch glimpses of the bed rock only once for a brief second.

The darkness that had been flowing up until now made it's way into my airway. There wasn't any discomfort. I didn't even notice until I caught a glimpse of a future where I breathed all of it in like it was natural air.

Then, I was left stunned in the Middle of a vast field in an unknown place clutching at my chest as I heaved struggling to breath.

That was the onset of a much darker history.