Відео

With his epiphany, he stared into the abyss he once abhorred. Unsurprisingly, nothing stared back. He snapped his fingers. "Welcome back, everyone." No more constants. *No more Void.*

I dare not stare into the abyss. My will crumbles away the moment I do. As does the Absolute Silence break away in the face of the euphony I've manufactured. It still haunts my dreams. I'm afraid of the silence... I'm afraid of the dark. If anywhere else, it can't hurt me here. Here I see all. Here I protect all. Falter, void, in the face of the Fifth Symphony. In the face of _Ecce Aureum Lucet...

"Impossible to imagine, no? There's always something to prevent it from being totally quiet. A breeze whistling by... The faint ticking of a clock... Your very own blood rushing within you. I only wish I had the privilege. What kind of hell doesn't, at the very least, have roaring flames? My hell. *My Void.* This, in truth, is why I created Frequency. The equivalent of the blood rushing in my e...

My Platform, my Frequency. It rings out across the universe. Just as the Void itself abhors the Frequency, the All-Frequent abhors the Void orders of magnitude more. We are the last divider betwixt the Voidcracked walls of our universes and the very existence of our homes. The Frequency is oftentimes not safe from the Void, but the Void will absolutely never be safe from the fury of the enraged...

Ecce Aureum Lucet "That is my full name. It is what I decided to call myself when you humans made a language I became quite fond of. I only ever go by the middle name, as I'm sure you've heard by now. What do you call yourself these days, Amaele? That sounds nice." -Ecce Aureum Lucet, to Dr. Katherine A. Lucille

A very very long time ago, preceding even the dawn of the Great Genesis, three incredibly powerful artifacts were crafted. They were created with great care by a group only known to the modern people as the Mad Ones. These consisted of three Roses: One Red, one White, and one Pink. Unbeknownst to the majority of the occupants of the universe, there was another Rose created by the Mad Ones, colo...

"'Can anything, that which is not me, truly exist in this world?' 'What defines whether that particular anything is real, and does in fact exist?' 'Do there exist constants that even I could not change?' I grew _quite_ weary of these questions a long time ago, but only now do I recognize the pattern. The answer will always be in favor of myself. 'Can anything truly exist?' Yes, if _I_ see it fi...

"Y'know Al, if ya wanted to ditch me, you could at least lose the _Oh, goodness. Do my eyes deceive me?_ Why, you're not Alan at all! Is that really you, Henry? It's been years! And that must mean this little girl is... _...alive._ Huh. Well, Hank, thanks for holdin' onto that for me. But don'tcha know that it belongs to me...?" -Daniel, to Hank

...And we'll seeya next time!

AKA 'Eye of the Claymore' "Thirteen's Chosen. ...No. _Eve's_ Chosen. I declare you my Fourteenth Invoker. You, bearer of the Eye of the Claymore, must now too bear the Gold." - Aureum, to Oswald Medley type thing including at least one song from every story in the Eve Multiverse up to this point in time. Motifs in order after 6:12 (At the time of this upload, a lot of these have not been posted...

She took his hand. She felt the power overflow inside her body, before she lacked a body altogether. The room... No, the _world_ around her crumbled away into an empty white space, where only she and her Rose resided. The time elapsed was less than an instant.

"Evangeline, my dearest friend. Not a moment longer do you belong to this world, this universe, or even this multiverse. You now belong to me alone. Your vessel is destroyed, every atom having been scattered amongst the infinite array of universes. Your platform is dissipated, no longer having a vessel to call home and protect. Your essence is eradicated, having been shredded across the infinit...