Tv Tropes Made In Abyss Novels & Stories

"Today, I figured out the guard rotation for the VIP suites." "The Abyss isn't a playground. It's a mass grave for the wretched." The camera cut to me sitting by the body disposal pit behind The Abyss. There were so many boys thrown in here just like me. I paused, giving the camera a pale, exhausted smile. "Hey, Vivienne. Long time no see." "I don't know if I'll be dead by the time you see this." "But... I hope even if I die, my body won't be left here to rot in the mud like the rest of them."

After what felt like an eternity, I began to develop a fever. My throat grew parched and burning. I croaked weakly, "Water… Need water…" However, nobody responded at all. This time, I heard a conversation from upstairs coming through the vent. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, Mike." It was Victoria's voice. "I only just realized how stupid I'd been in the past, giving up my future and happiness for a half-witted idiot." "It's not too late yet, Vicky. You still have a whole life ahead of you," Mike replied gently.

I can never let a time bomb, like Spike be left alone. "Of course Jasper, how could I not be sure?" I pretended to laugh at what he asked me. " You know I am more delicious than those slaves, or do you have low standards that you don't want to mate with me, for I am too high class ?" I whispered as I provoked him seductively.

Over it coasted a dim, whirling vortex, beating with the same energy as the mark on Clara's chest. “That's it,” Mariam said, her voice filled with admiration and anguish. “The heart of the abyss.” Ethan stepped forward, his light flaring as he prepared to strike the vortex. Just before he could move, the darkness around them surged, shaping an enormous, shadowy figure that towered over them. It was the abyss itself, a living embodiment of the obscurity that had tormented them for so long. Its eyes shined with pernicious insights as it looked down at them, its voice resounding through the cavern.

It is a realm where the boundaries between the known and the unknown blur, where unseen perils and hidden wonders lie in wait. The abyss is a world of secrets, revealing glimpses of eerie rock formations and ethereal creatures as the carriage moves through its depths. Bioluminescent organisms, casting faint glows in various hues, become the only source of light, their soft radiance offering a glimpse into the enigmatic abyss.

And the third one had different buttons: Path, Units, Research, Journal, Social, and Help. "I think I'm starting to regret this, but anyway, I have to continue this madness and maybe conquer the world in the process." He tapped the Path button, and a fourth window appeared beside the third one. [Heart of The Abyss] (^) [You now control the forces of the abyss and can use them for fight, craft, or do other things for you Abyssal creatures have limited intelligence, and just a handful of them are intelligent beings. Your task is to train and teach them to advance in magic and technological fields. Culminating in an army that can conquer the world.

And I'm sure Allen and Hue will be here any minute. As I watch my favorite show, someone called my name. It's a girl's voice and I already know who she is. Suddenly, I feel so light. I feel like I'm not in my body anymore. I realized, I'm dreaming again. Or DPDR disorder, as my Psychologist define it. It's an event where I feel detached from my surrounding and everything is unreal. And in this sudden occurrence, she called it detachment episodes. I have this for almost a month and this, somehow, might be the cause of my fevers and headaches. It triggers, especially when I'm stressed. I'm afraid I might go insane. Or maybe I already am because of this girl I've been seeing in my episodes.

I quickly followed Gabriel out of his office, and just like before, my nerves were taking a hold of me. Gabriel's home was huge. The penthouse we fucked in suddenly flashed before my eyes, and I huffed a laugh. There I was thinking the penthouse was his actual home, whereas it was fuck pad. I suddenly felt like one of the numerous ladies he took there. I shook my head to get rid of those intrusive thoughts. What the hell was I thinking? Of course, I was one of those ladies.

The abyss devours them as we speak. A flick of her wrist, and the void ripples. An image forms: Ryland slumped against a crumbling monolith, his breath shallow. The twins huddle nearby, their hands clasped, light and shadow sputtering weakly around them. The ground beneath them fractures, tendrils of the abyss licking at their heels. “Stop it,” you whisper. ***You stopped nothing***, she laughs. ***You only delayed the inevitable. But I am generous. I’ll offer you a trade.***

"It’s going to be a disaster. And I can’t wait to see it." The last thing he felt was the cool breeze of the real night drifting down into the wreckage, smelling not of ozone, but of damp concrete and possibility. The Abyss had tried to consume them, but the Abyss had no heart, and that—Anji decided just before sleep claimed him—was its one and only flaw.