The Queen of the Underverse - Interlude: A Brief History of the Underverse

Notes From Foto Dono: Today is my Birthday, so I'm celebrating by posting two chapters. Well, this one is more of an Interlude, and Yuunral Naretar wrote it. He's been helping write most of the book. Mainly looking over my shoulder and yelling at me that what I'm doing is wrong. Also, I should shower more frequently. Nobody likes a wiffy writer.

There will be another regular post tomorrow, on Tuesday. I know I'm mad. It must be Monday.

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Previously on the Queen of the Underverse...

The Queen of the Underverse will continue shortly. There is no need to panic. I can see some of you panicking. This is to be expected. Well, not really. The story hasn't progressed much yet. I'm not sure what the fuss is all about. Seriously, he has no idea how to write any of this. He's just winging it. This part is the best. It's got me in it.

Ye saga continues...

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You can find a copy of the following book in the Unwritten Library, located on the eastern shores of the Fallen Sea. Mostly. The copy tends to wander off. Sometimes, it likes to sneak into other books and catch the unaware reader.

The Unwritten Library, located on the shores of the Fallen Sea

A Brief History of the Underverse

By Yuunral Naretar

The Universe and the Underverse were born simultaneously during the same event. You might think they were conjoined twins—very complicated conjoined twins, tangled up in lots—and I mean lots—of convoluted space-time events.

And no, they aren’t black holes. I know what you’re thinking. Everyone always assumes black holes are complicated space-time events that lead to somewhere else. They don’t. They lead to the worst kind of endings—gravitational and otherwise. Don’t get me started on gravity. 

Where was I? Oh yes, conjoined twins. Forget about that. That’s not how it works anyway. The Underverse isn’t under anything. It’s more of the center of everything. Yeah, that’s a bit more like it. The Universe continually expands, and the Underverse is in the middle of it all, just off the center. Like something out of the corner of your eye, but when you look, it’s not there. Yeah, that’s better.

When the Universe expands, the Underverse has to play catch-up. It started playing catch-up 100 million years after the main event.

You know the main event.

The Big Bang. 

No, not the TV show.

Yes, there is a lot of knocking in the book. It's not the same thing.

Anyway, the Underverse is more of a shape than a space, if you understand the difference. If not, you should read my book “Shapes and Space - Know the Difference.” It’s on sale now.

So, being a shape, it has to create itself all over again to fill in the void left by the expanding Universe. It’s reborn every 100 million years or so. It's a big thing to see around here—lots of light and a kapow or two. Stars go boom! And an occasional planet or galaxy might wander off.

Where was I? The center. Right, forget about that. That’s not how it works either. The center implies a direction to an expanding Universe. Imagine you’re a balloon at a carnival being filled with air. Oh, it doesn’t matter what kind or color. Just pick one that you like. I’ll wait.

Really. That’s your favorite. Oh well.

As your weird balloon body begins to fill with air and expand. All the oddly shaped freckles and moles you imagined move away from each other. Yes, even that birthmark.

None were at the center because your balloon body has no center. The Underverse is like another balloon inside another balloon. Like the time you had that balloon placed in your rectum for parties.

Remember, it’s your balloon kink, not mine. And yes—you, the one pretending not to blush—I’m talking to you. Yes, I’m judging. I’m glad I’m a book, no orifices.

I digress.

The Underverse expands and changes when the Universe expands enough to make room for it. However, it does complicated things, such as changing space and time. Next thing you know, you have to wear Depends for a week.

Again, your kink, not mine.

You may ask yourself, “Is any of this possible?” The problem is yes. Think of it like this: You and Reality have been dating for a while. You’ve always been on time and in the right place. I mean it’s obvious, right? Things move forward, backward, up, down, and side to side. Heck, I’m getting nauseous thinking about it. You plot out every little detail in your relationship.

Reality, the clever little sexy minx, doesn’t seem to see things your way. It says poppycock to your little notion of your self-importance. Reality refuses to comfort you in any way, especially when you have lost your puppy—sad day.

I’m glad I’m a book, no orifices.

Still, you seemed to be enthralled in this relationship. You see Reality growing, evolving, and changing everywhere in the relationship, yet you remain fixed and unmoving. However, asking for a center in this relationship structure is like asking for an edge to infinity.

You guys need some serious therapy.

Oh, I’ve never seen when the Underverse expands. I’m not that old. But it must be exciting. Well, some life gets swept aside in the rumpus of it all. You know the big patch of empty space, the one with a really low galaxy count, some call it The Boötes Void. Things that happen in the Underverse ripple into the Universe. Must’ve been a really big kapow. The kind you don’t walk off.

Ok, so it can be more than an occasional planet or galaxy.

In fact, there are stories of things happening during the rebirth.

Just stories.

Not like the facts I’ve just shared.

The Underverse doesn't like it when things go kapow, and planets teeming with life wander off. It did something to help stop those things from happening. It decided to make a protector—something or someone to help prevent the loss of life. This being crafted with cosmic energy and imbued with an unwavering sense of duty, was designed to thwart the forces that sought to annihilate the rich tapestry of life.

However, something else happened as a result of that. There was something else out there that didn't like what the Underverse was doing.

An entity, fueled by a profound disdain for the Underverse's intervention, awakened. This being began to orchestrate its own vendetta against the very fabric of creation. An epic confrontation ensued, spanning eons, a cataclysmic struggle that rippled through the fabric of time and space. Stellar battlegrounds emerged, where the echoes of anguish replaced the once serene silence of the cosmos.

Next thing you know—bam!—an epic battle breaks out and lasts for billions of years. Trenches of blood and tears stretch across solar systems. Families torn apart. Children crying. Mothers sobbing. Whole worlds lost and saved—some even twice, just for dramatic effect.

The battle between the Underverse's chosen protector and the lurking darkness became a timeless saga, written in the stardust and heartache of countless beings lost to the struggle for existence.

Oh, relax.

Just kidding.

It’s just a story. 

I mean. How can a battle last for billions of years? Really.

Besides, all that stuff happened billions of years ago. No one is alive from back then. Well, there is the Crazy Mic, and he’s not talking. Sure, the Voice speaks for him, but she’s been on an extremely long holiday. Who knows when she’ll be back?

What does this have to do with the History of the Underverse?

Ah, ya see. Umm… It’s just that. It’s been a while since anyone has read my books. It was nice to have a reader.

No, I understand, you’re in the middle of another story right now.

Have fun.

Miss you already.

I might pop back in the end and see how you did.

Or maybe the middle.

––To be continued

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Next Time on The Queen of the Underverse…

Rebecca receives a dying queen’s final words, a royal ring, and a deeply unwanted sidekick named Chalky. She’s got a mission, a key, and no patience left for cosmic metaphors.

Don’t miss Chapter 6 – My Name Isn't Dorthy, Bitch

It sounds exciting. The title's a bit aggressive.

I'm glad he's dropping the next installment, like tomorrow.

I'm still getting paid for this?

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July 14, 2025