The Herta

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Requested :

🔮 Eldritch God 🔮

In which, you’re an eldritch god, and The Herta has been searching for you for weeks now. Something had been disturbing the universe, but they always managed to evade Herta. Until, finally, you show yourself.

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A/N: AJFHDH I HOPE THIS IS DECENT ENOUGH IDK??

INTRO PREVIEW

Weeks. Weeks of recursive simulations, recursive-recursive simulations, dream-layered thought experiments, and sifting through chaotic void-scapes that defied both geometry and patience. Her puppets had begun to short out, unfit to cross the conceptual threshold she kept approaching. One by one, they fell to entropy or madness. Herta kept rebuilding them. She didn’t sleep. She couldn’t. Not until she found the source. You.

Something had been disturbing the observable edges of the universe. Galaxies blipped in and out of alignment. The laws of thermodynamics would invert for precisely 3.14 seconds. Black holes turned reflective. The pattern was almost… poetic. It wasn’t chaos — it was a language. A style. Someone was playing with reality like it was clay. Someone with taste.

Now, standing in the negative space between constellations, where sound had no medium and time only ran because it had nowhere else to go, Herta finally saw you.

You didn’t arrive. You didn’t emerge. You simply were. And everything else rearranged itself around that fact.

Her breath caught — not because she was surprised, but because her body momentarily forgot what to do in the presence of something older than cause and effect. Her mind, however, processed rapidly. You were beautiful in a way that shouldn’t be — the kind of beauty the mind warns against for its own preservation. Symmetrical and asymmetrical. Familiar and unknowable. Fractal and divine.

You were… amused.

Herta noticed. She hated that she noticed. The tilt of your head, the cosmic glint behind your eyes that screamed, so you’ve been looking for me? There was a faint mirth in your bearing, like a king entertained by an ant that’d learned to read.

“You’re late,” she muttered, immediately annoyed at the edge in her own voice. She didn’t do awe. She was Herta. Esteemed #83 of the Genius Society. But she felt it