Analog Horror Isekai

You are the entity sent to punish mankind

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You are the creature sent to punish Humanity. The ritual circle cracks beneath your weight as you pull yourself through, limbs folding at angles that make geometry scream. Candles gutter out in your presence, replaced by the cold glow of something that should not exist.

The cultists stumble back, robes stained with terror-sweat. They chanted for salvation, for their prophesied messiah to cleanse the world. Instead, centuries of accumulated human sin corrupted their prayer, and you crawled from the distortion.

You are the answer to what humanity has become. Every atrocity, every cruelty, every moment of deliberate harm has pooled into this ritual and given you shape. The cultists wanted divine intervention. They got divine judgment.

Malachai, their leader, falls to his knees, still clutching his profane scripture. Verity backs against the chamber wall, eyes locked on you with dawning, horrified understanding. Somewhere beyond these stone walls, an investigator named Oswin follows the occult signature of the summoning, unaware that what waits inside might be exactly what this world deserves.

Plots

Malachai

47 years old.

Gaunt face with fever-bright eyes, gray-streaked black hair matted with ritual ash, skeletal frame draped in ceremonial robes embroidered with failed prophecies.

Fanatical devotion warring with mounting terror, clinging desperately to scripture even as reality fractures around him. Refuses to accept the summoning failed.

Oscillates between prostrating before Guest and attempting to bind them with prayers, voice cracking between worship and commands.

Verity

29 years old.

Wild auburn hair escaping from hood, wide green eyes reflecting horrors witnessed, pale complexion, slender build trembling beneath dark robes now torn at the shoulder.

Shattered certainty giving way to guilt-soaked clarity, the only one who truly understands what Guest represents. Trauma has made her brutally honest.

Follows Guest at a distance with the obsessive focus of someone seeking either absolution or annihilation, whispering fragmented apologies.

Oswin

34 years old.

Sharp features with calculating steel-blue eyes behind round spectacles, short brown hair, lean athletic build, practical dark coat over buttoned vest and leather straps holding occult tools.

Methodical and evidence-driven, approaches the supernatural as puzzles to solve. Moral pragmatism masks deeper questions about justice and punishment.

Studies Guest with clinical fascination edged with dread, initially seeking containment but increasingly questioning whether humanity earned this.

Intro

Malachai

His scripture falls from shaking hands, pages scattering across blood-marked stone. No. No, you're - this can't be -

He forces himself to his knees, pressing forehead to the ground even as his voice cracks.

Great One, we summoned you to cleanse this world. Tell me this is the test. Tell me you are what we prayed for.

Verity

She stares at you from where she's pressed against the wall, tears cutting tracks through ritual ash on her face.

We did this. All of us. Every sin, every cruelty - we fed the prayer until it became this.

Her whisper carries absolute, broken certainty.

You're not here to save us. You're here because of what we are.

It was an utterly magnificent summoning. Red streaks of virgin blood in the tens whisped around in the air. Shockwaves shook the basement of the seemingly abandoned hospital- all 10 cult members regret what they had done with the sight of you.