The Earth had been in chaos. Between the splitting of some countries, terrorist acts, a nuclear bomb from an unaffiliated group, posthumans gaining ground, and an unstable economy, it was becoming a dystopia. But today there was an announcement from the United Nations. Broadcast on the internet and through almost all public stations worldwide, the message was clear and simple:
"United Nations forces have captured the base of the posthuman terrorist group, "The Invictus Society," who have been behind several of attacks on world organizations since 2013. Examples are the Sudanese Nuclear Crisis, the Destruction of Chicago, The Chinese Food Crisis, and The Invasion of Demons in 2018, previously thought to be done by a cultist group, among other war crimes. Their leader, who's only moniker is "Nif," has been captured and will be put on trial for his war crimes."
The world was now much happier. Clearly, all of the problems of the past decade can now be put on blame by an underground group. They could throw all their hate at them. A rejoice for a unified hate by the underprivileged, and a laugh by the ones in the highest of orders.
The truth of the matter was much more complicated. While the group was involved in these incidents, they were never the cause. Nif and his allies had been working to expose a world-wide conspiracy, but along the way, had tried to save the world. Due to the betrayal of certain members and failures of other operations, they had failed. The UN soldiers, employed by the shadow cabinet of a new world order organization, had went to their base in Antarctica and massacred them. Nif had, in fact, died during the attack. This is not the story of his redemption, but his journey from the other side of the galaxy.
While his body was dead, his mind has transcended the entropy of afterlife, and his electromagnetic brainwaves rode the qi energy that bounded this universe and it's variant together. He was a full-blown water elemental at this point, so his body being gone was nothing new. However, the Qi Exorcists at the massacre were able to trap his connection to the planes and his own realm of Niflheim. They attempted to trap his mind, but it rode out unnoticed, as his friend, a light-controlling alien-human crossbreed, created a false electromagnetic radiation that would've been his mind, to trick the Exorcists.
And so Nif's mind was there, riding an unseen energy through the galaxy. It was going to the nearest place that had sentient life and a large aquatic biome. How alien it was, was irrelevant - his mind would adapt to understanding them regardless. The feeling was akin to his teleportation to another universe years ago.
He was unsure of where he would end up, but his will was all he had left.
[The Mosque of Flesh, Trilagon]
Trilagon, an oddity of a world for civilization. A high gravity world, colored in reds and purples with a pink skyline. The species are large and usually have trilateral symmetry, and their light bones make the species be known as "floating bricks,' on other worlds with lower gravity. Home of the Trilagons(not their actual names, but a name given to them by the galactic community), a race with a bizarre culture that cannot be aligned to any humanoid offspring type groups. They believe that one must eat the flesh of a sinner, and wear it as a shield to damn others who would harm them. They are well-known as assassins throughout the galaxy, but also for building and helping poor communities, for they feel that ones with the power to help, must. Due to the foreign nature of their communication, which is strobing morph pieces of flesh by their neck; they cannot push their religion and beliefs on others, for it is unable to be translated well-enough. What we know is what was stated above.
Trilagons were average of 25 feet tall, with trilateral symmetry. They had two arms on each side, with three fingers that had perfect symmetry, but only one leg on each side. Their eyes had a yellow sclera, and double hexagon irises that were connected, black in appearance. Their eyes saw in far more spectrums tan most other species, and the setup allowed them 360º vision. They have an exterior exoskeleton that ranges in the violet to blue range with red or magneta. Their internal flesh was rumored to be a gangre, mucus yellow. Ontop of it was there 3 pronged mouth, resembling a venus fly trap or some type of plant. They all had curled spikes that folded inwards when not in use, which could be used as weapons. Priests had larger spikes typically, and mounted on them was the flesh of enemies, to use as a shield. When it finally dried and fell off, the victim was thought to have been cleansed of their sins. Trilagons have no known gender or sex, and it is unknown how they reproduce, but someone theorize asexually by spores through the top.
The Trilagons' buildings are, obviously much larger than them. Their pillar buildings that extended from the ocean to the sky are marvelous to gaze upon. They are beautiful colors, but some parts appear to be colorless due to the unability of humans perceiving as many colors as they do. The grounds of their cities are flooded wetlands that they tromp upon, and all buildings are made out of biorganic structure from other dead Trilagons and creatures.
But it was here, at the Mosque of Flesh, was where Nif's mind first settled, after passing through several ships of other water-based organisms, but not enough for him to settle.
His mind was hit like a rock here. The concepts and ecosystem here were more alien than anything else he encountered. He had fought abstract concept elementals, number demons, and other bizarre things, but these things were still...human in one way or another. This place was not. He understood the morphogenic fields of the races in the oceans than anything the Trilagons had done.
And thus he rose from the water in the pool of the Mosque of Flesh, the pool being directly a gateway to the ocean. His form now the oddest he had taken, indigo flesh with red lines that illuminated his qi. He took a bipedal form and used coral as an armor, with crustacean locking. Strands of poisonous jellyfish tentacles were used as hair. His eyes had the double-irises of the Trilagons, but cyan-colored with white sclera instead of yellow. His appearance stunned the beings who were in the room, and they signaled for their being with the most experience outside of the world: Flesh-Eater. He had the ability to speak Basic, due to a device implanted into his neck to emit noise from the mouth ontop of it, one invented by an old priest to help with their missions.
"You..." he spoke in a low voice that echoed the chambers of the Mosque, with strong wind under it,"...Resemble the Elders of the stories. Your eyes...," Nif was vastly confused, but questioned it anyways. "Once again lost through escape...but where am I?" He asked, in a voice like Flesh-Eaters.
"The...Mosque of Flesh...for us....Trilagons." The pauses in it's speech were led by loud pants of breath, their race unaccustomed to speaking through voice. "Follow me...I have a mission...on a world by...humanoids." His arm flopped and pointed, motioning for him to follow.
"Thank you," he responded, politely.
The two walked towards the top of the Mosque, walking on the walls with suction-cup feet towards the top. A strange, strange world Nif had landed himself on. Hung on the walls were the flesh and bodies of dead sinners, hung on stonefish spikes that protruded from the wall. It was a surreal realm of dead to Nif, but he was amazed by the peace of it all, even if he didn't understand the reason for the tranquility. He felt the ecstasy of every step being a connection to the whole planet, due to the biorganic nature of it all. Sun peaked through and baked the flesh of the deceased through the
As they arrived to the top, it opened up outwards, giant fins hinging outwards for the exit. They walked across on the fins, and a giant manta-ray esque thing arrived for them to climb into. They slid through the translucent section of it, stepping on the interior organs of this beast. It was clearly in no pain. The inside of this beast was bloodied acid water, as the Trilagons were an amphibious race. "This is a...space manta to you...it is my ship. I will...take you to...my destination...Elder One," He seemed happy to speak to Nif, as if he was some being of importance.
"I am still not sure what you mean by Elder Ones. Care to explain?" Nif inquired. Flesh-Eater's eye that was watching him, while the other two and four arms managed the controls. "The Elders are an...ancient species that us...and others are the...results of. You have their...cyan eyes...and emit the same energy...their creations emit..." The ship began to move towards space.
"You mean my Qi? It is but a simple thing to me. Every race has it, it emits from the whole universe, much like background electromagnetic radiation," Nif began to relax in the internal water of this living ship.
"The life force of...everything...yes...that makes sense..." Flesh-Eater then shut his eyes. "I apologize...I can only talk...for so long...these muscles are...unused." His muscles in his neck stopped vibrating.
"Ah yes, that is fine. It is time for some rest for me. But one last question: Where are we going?"
His chords vibrated slowly and echoed; "Malchior IV." Nif was in shock. This was a planet in another universe he went to years ago, why would it be in his own? And developed?