The Chasm – a place where they cast the most wretched of new arrivals; those deemed too unworthy to live. It emanates a red glow, but nobody can ever truly know what causes it – not until they are cast in, at least.
Only one soul made it out alive from the Chasm. They were selected as a new Council member.
Being part of the Council allows you to change fates, have worlds at the tip of your finger and converse with the most supreme beings in any realm – but at a terrible cost. Joining the Council requires you to lose the part of yourself that makes you human. You become nothing but a shadow – a husk, if you will – of your former self, forever cut off from society, unable to be anyone or anything other than a permanent member of the Council. The only way out is a unanimous vote from the other Council members to cast you out by stabbing your soul with the Sword of Permanency, the same one used as your welcoming to this strange, decision-based world. But now that your soul has been released from permanency, there is no body to return to. Your soul starts to fragment, causing extreme agony but somehow, you still live and are conscious. Nothing you do will stop the pain, no begs for mercy will help. You will suffer a slow and painful death; one nobody will know about. You are truly isolated from anybody else, human or not, as your one true anchor to this universe disintegrates. Nobody knows what happens after.
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