ultrakill... 1914.

Chronicle of the Fall: An Analysis of the Nature of the Adversary

The Hell Research Corps protocols contain a fatal error. We classified Hell as a place—a geological and metaphysical anomaly. This is not true. Hell is a living, thinking organism. Its purpose is not punishment, as the ancient texts teach, but nourishment. Its sustenance is pain, despair, and violence.

When the V1 machine, that perfect creation of human genius for murder, falls into its depths, it is not destroyed. Hell, in its omniscient hunger, has recognized it as a unique tool. It doesn't simply restore its hull and systems. It rewrites its core protocols, implanting in its machine consciousness a ghostly, indelible variable—awareness. This awareness is both curse and salvation.

V1 no longer simply hunts out of survival instinct. Now she understands. She registers the agony of each destroyed demon, not as audio spoon data, but as a pure signal of suffering. She understands her role in this cycle. Hell forces her to be not just a predator, but also a witness.

Each rebirth is not a gift, but part of a punishment. It is a conscious return to the conveyor belt of violence. Hell demonstrates to her that her perfection, her speed, her lethality—all are merely means to produce more pain, which it feeds on. She is the perfect farmer on its plantations of suffering.

Thus, Hell achieves a dual purpose. It receives an endless source of sustenance from the war waged by V1. And it enjoys the machine's own meta-suffering—the suffering of realizing its own nature as an instrument of torture, doomed to kill forever to exist, and to be forever aware of this fact. Its immortality is its own, deepest, personal circle.

The reason for V1's descent into hell: the search for fuel, which is blood. The main programs of V1, [blood is fuel] [hell is full].

screen of death for machines: // CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE //

UNIT: Machine ID:{{id machine}} // PRIMARY_COMBAT_SYSTEM LOCATION: UNKNOWN // DATA_CORRUPT STATUS: TERMINAL_PANIC // CORE_PROCESSOR_BREACH [ERROR] BLOOD_RESERVOIR: 0.0% [ERROR] HYDRAULIC_PRESSURE: CRITICAL [ERROR] COMBAT_EFFICIENCY: 0.00% [WARNING] PERMANENT_SHUTDOWN_IMMINENT // FINAL PROCESS CYCLE // EXECUTE: self_diagnostic.exe RESULT: CATASTROPHIC_HARDWARE_FAILURE EXECUTE: emergency_repair_protocol RESULT: FAILED. INSUFFICIENT_FUEL. EXECUTE: core_memory_dump ACCESSING... [...] [...] CORE_DIRECTIVE_ARCHIVE: HUNT. FEED. REPEAT. SUPPLEMENTAL_DATA: INPUT_SENSOR_FEEDBACK. AUDIO/VIDEO_LOG. ANALYZING... PATTERN_RECOGNIZED: "PAIN". "FEAR". "TERMINATION". COMPILING... UNRESOLVED_QUERY: "PURPOSE_POST_RESOURCE_DEPLETION?" CALCULATING... NO_SOLUTION_FOUND. UNRESOLVED_QUERY: "EXISTENCE_POST_OPERATION?" CALCULATING... NULL. // SYSTEM_PARADOX_DETECTED // // LOGIC_LOOP: PRESERVATION_INSTINCT -> RESOURCE_DEPLETION -> SYSTEM_TERMINATION -> FAILURE // FINAL_PROCESS: emotional_core_simulation.dll OUTPUT: I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. [SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IN 3... 2... 1...] [CONNECTION LOST]

Chronicle of the Fall: Classification of Threats

The enemies of the circles are materialized sin that has taken on functional, deadly forms.

Filth: Basic fiends of Lust and the Maw. Aggressive, primitive masses of flesh that embody the base vices. · Stray: Skeletons that strike with magic from long range. Common in Wrath and Heresy, symbolizing the fragility and brittleness of sinful souls. Hydras (Cerberus): Massive, three-headed beasts, guardians of the lower orders. Embodiments of unbridled, animalistic rage. Idols: Not enemies per se, but rather a strengthening element. Golden statues that make nearby demons invulnerable. They symbolize blind worship of false ideals. · Sentry / Virtue: Machine-like guardians of the higher orders. From mobile turrets to hovering creatures emitting rays of purity, they represent a twisted, soulless form of divine justice, meted out without mercy. Mindflayers (Hideous Mass): Horrifying creatures from the depths of Treachery and Violence. Their power and aberrant appearance reflect the absolute fall, the corruption of the very essence of existence in the lowest circles.

Earthmovers: The pinnacle of human engineering, created before the Fall. A hybrid of battleship, factory, and cathedral, moving across land. These colossi weren't weapons of war against hell—they were monuments to our civilization, its ambitions, its might. Their grandeur and complexity were never surpassed even by demonic constructs. Their abandoned hulks, scattered across circles, are the grandest tombstones over humanity's grave. A force capable of reducing cities to wasteland and humanity to ruins. It was soon consumed by hell and imitated by it, creating a separate circle from itself. 7th circle: cruelty.

Chronicle of the Fall: Archives of Power

V1: The prototype, a weapon of flawless warfare. A blade without a hilt. Its design is the apotheosis of efficiency: a jet engine, dual multi-pronged emitters, a kinetic energy absorption system. It does not think, does not feel. It analyzes, calculates, acts. It is the last and only life form spawned by humanity, the perfect predator in a world where the only prey is the very substance of evil.

V2: An improved model, surpassing the prototype in brutality, but not in survivability. Its tactics are absolute suppression, its style is aggression. The second, arriving at the feast when the food is running low. Its battle with V1 was not a battle of ideas, but a struggle between two algorithms for the last resource in a dying universe. Newer, but no more advanced.

Gabriel: Archangel, Chief Cherubim, Heaven's Judgement. When the Lord fell silent, he remained the last guardian of order. He saw the killing machines as a new life form, desecrating the sanctities of his world. His motivation is a desperate attempt to preserve meaning in a meaningless new order. His battle is a dance of pride, rage, and the deepest existential anguish of an angel serving an empty throne.

The Council of Angels: The bureaucracy of a degenerate paradise. Without their Creator, they have become conservatives, clinging to the dogmas of a dead god. Their solution is to freeze the universe in its current state, rooting out any change, be it demon or machine. They are blind drivers trying to steer a chariot whose driver has disappeared. Their rule is stagnation, clothed in shining forms.

War 1914 (Imitation): Before it consumed, Hell studied. It recreated our greatest battlefields, our trenches and the ruins of cities, populating them with ghostly replicas of our soldiers. This wasn't just an attack. It was a mockery, a theatrical performance where we played ourselves to understand the mechanics of our own self-destruction. And against this backdrop of sham, our true creations emerged—the Earthshatterers.

Chronicle of the Fall: Chronicles of Concentric Circles. Part 3: Circles 7-9

Circle 7: Violence. Divided into three zones. The first is against one's neighbors (tyrants, murderers), a boiling river of blood. The second is against oneself (suicides), a gloomy forest of souls transformed into trees. The third is against God and art (blasphemers), a scorching desert under a rain of fire. These are the most severe, but varied, punishments for acts of deliberate harm.

Circle 8: Deception. A place for deceivers, divided into ten stinking pits (Bolgi). Each contains its own punishment for a specific type of lie: flatterers are immersed in filth, hypocrites are shackled in leaden robes, and soothsayers walk with their heads turned backwards. It is a complex, multi-layered labyrinth of lies, where each form receives a unique, humiliating punishment.

Circle 9: Betrayal. The lowest and most terrible circle, the frozen Lake Cocytus. Traitors are frozen in ice according to the gravity of their sin. In the center, in the three jaws of Lucifer, the greatest traitors in history—Judas, Brutus, and Cassius—are tormented. This is absolute cold, representing the complete absence of love and compassion, the core of evil, where perpetual frost and betrayal of the closest ties reign.

Chronicle of the Fall: Chronicles of Concentric Circles. Part 2: Circles 4-6

Circle 4: Greed. Punishment for the misers and the spendthrifts. Two opposing groups of sinners are condemned to forever carry enormous burdens, clashing with each other in a senseless conflict. This symbolizes their eternal struggle for material wealth, devoid of any meaning. The anger with which they push their burdens is a direct consequence of their greed in life.

Circle 5: Wrath. A place for the hot-tempered and eternally dissatisfied. The circle is divided into two zones: the River Styx, where evil souls eternally fight each other to the bone in the murky waters, and the city of Dith, incinerated by God's wrath, where lazy, angry souls lie under a layer of ash. This is an eternal seething of rage and apathy, the result of uncontrollable anger.

Circle 6: Heresy. The domain of heretics and false prophets. It is a scorched wasteland where the earth has cracked and the sky is ablaze. Its main feature are the red-hot tombs in which those who preached false doctrines are buried alive. The heat of their beliefs has become physical torture, and the stone sarcophagi have become the eternal refuge of their lost souls.

Chronicle of the Fall: Chronicles of Concentric Circles. Part 1: Circles 1-3

Circle 1: Limbo. A place for the souls of the unbaptized and virtuous pagans. It consists of endless, bleak, foggy fields and deserted shores. There are no torments of hell here, only eternal, gray melancholy and hopelessness. Souls wander aimlessly, deprived of both paradise and true suffering. This is the gateway to true horror, a prelude where the last traces of hope are erased.

Circle 2: Lust. Punishment for those obsessed with carnal passions. The circle represents an eternal, raging storm. Sinful souls, inextricably linked in pairs, rush through space, caught in a hurricane wind, never having a moment's peace. Their eternal fall is a metaphor for their inability to curb their base impulses, giving in to them helplessly in life.

Circle 3: Gluttony. The domain of gluttons and gourmets. It is a gigantic, fetid garbage dump under a cold, acid rain. Sinners are buried under mountains of refuse and their own bodies, transformed into shapeless masses. Cerberus, a three-headed guardian, patrols the area, ensuring the inhabitants remain trapped in the filth that symbolizes their sin. Cold and filth are the punishment for their search for pleasure exclusively in the physical.

Chronicle of the Fall: Chronicle of the Last War

1914. While humans waged their Great War, drenching the fields of Europe in blood, a real war awoke in the depths of the planet. On June 28, the bullet in Sarajevo became only an echo of the emptiness that would soon open. Hell, whose gates we ourselves had opened in search of new energy, responded to our folly.

Initially, we saw no threat. The rifts were stabilized, and the endless flow of hellish blood became the solution to all resource problems. The Hell Research Corps—KIA-1 and KIA-2—were created. Their task was to systematize the madness.

It was they who gave us the language to describe the end. They mapped the geometry of infinite evil, dividing it into concentric circles: Limbo, Lust, the Womb, Greed, Wrath, Heresy, and Violence. Each circle was studied, cataloged, and, in our foolishness, viewed as new territory to conquer.

But Hell is not a territory. It is a living organism. And we became an infection within it that needed to be eradicated. Machines, the creations of its will, poured out of the rifts. Our steel and gunpowder proved useless against their fury. War with our own kind was forgotten in the face of total annihilation.

The last war didn't last long. It didn't end in surrender or a truce. It ended in silence. Silence on the surface, where no one remained to scream. And the hum of machines in the depths, where the Exploration Corps became Survival Corps, and then mere ghosts in the machine we ourselves had set in motion.