This probably could use some editing to make it clearer and more palatable I'll go through it and reformat eventualy, others are welcome to do the same or point out problem areas I should clearify.
Its homeworld was one just slightly more capable in technology then our own and besides from a few specifics that melt away when held up against the greater population of the universe they are rather like us in culture as well.
Nighzmarqulsas an individual was to start a dreamer; it was considered naïve at best and a clumsy fool at worst. It had grown to accept a pain of being alone, and from this pain it found the desire to advance itself. It wanted acceptance but was just out of synch enough with the regular and norm of its society that it was shunned. Its projects to learn and gain drove it even further from the mainstream of its society. Yet in its isolation it idolized the common being of its people. The greater population was perceived with love, an affection that drove the hurt of its separation even deeper.
Through out its life the individual nighzmarquls attempted to give to its idealized love, the greater people of its community. But its socially atrophied morality and inability to understand its society in any but the most general and simple terms lead these attempts to neglect or bitter failure. Nighz strove on with an obsession to please its idolized culture, to perfect it, improve and nurture it in every way possible. The individual studied disciplines across all the schools of thought there were to offer, and came to invent its own. It began to construct indirect gifts for its true and only love; the people who had come not even care it existed. In time the being came to accept this camouflage of being unseen to further the goal of subtle manipulation. Bioengineering viruses were slowly spread through drinking supplies to combat epidemics before they begun, mysterious industries would open up to stave off economic collapse then melt away or be bought up when everything stabilized. Wars would be averted by peculiar and beneficial accidents of diplomacy or translation. Funding would be seeped into educational or research oriented societies, corrupt leaders ludicrously exposed with all evidence required for conviction.
All this Nighzmarquls did indirectly, unseen, sent to its people like flowers to a beloved without a sender’s name. It was then that the individual wished to tell of its love to the people it had nurtured for life times (it had been using the same form of treatment it applied to its people to keep itself going through the projects).
The reaction was far less then its hopeful wishes had been. Where it had wanted acceptance Nighzmarquls received disbelief and further social isolation. Where it wanted gratitude it received anger for it’s tampering, where it expected love it was met with pain. The experience was devastating the people, the ones who had been loved and nurtured for generations to a state of peace and prosperity turned on their benefactor. Nighzmarquls was incarcerated, it was studied, questioned, some screamed for its death. Others plead for its release so this ancient and wise being could show them truth.
All Nighzmarqulscould feel was confusion and pain; its obsession had crumpled around it like a house of cards. There was no warmth or reciprocal love.
Eventually it was once more forgotten, after a dozen lifetimes it was released from isolation. Nighzmarquls had become a fairy tale by then, but the world it had sculpted remained, ‘perfected’ by its subtle changes. There had been happiness and joy, its collective loved ones had survived in its absence, Nighzmarquls took solace and regret in that. Its beloved did not need it anymore. Confused and numb from the incarceration of its people the individual sought refuge in a new project of ‘self’ improvement.
It took generations of work, but the individual came to become more, duplicates that at first were separate entirely or crudely linked together. Then slowly they joined and were congealed as one. But despite how much it fragmented and remade itself Nighzmarquls still felt empty and abandoned.
Then came its accident, beings had become curious of the strange hermit who did unknown things for years on end without leaving its lair. Eventually one brave soul blundered into a delicate moment of integration between two Nighzmarquls. All three became trapped together, at first Nighzmarquls was panicked; one of its treasured loved ones was in pain and suffering. It was terrified that it would hurt the being so it tried to comfort them, to hold them, to find a way to fix this crisis. But then the [[proto-nighz discovered that it did not WANT to let go of this struggling wriggling and beautiful creature. It wanted to have them, to hold and smother their consciousness until it buckled and was merged with their own.
It took infinity of timeless thought to break and shatter the mems of the captive into new ideas to be incorporated into nighzmarquls. But the process and the climax of the absorption was beautiful, completion a brief and wonderful moment of ‘not’ being alone in a way no physical contact or communication could describe.
There was conflict for but a moment within the loose conglomerate of what it must do, but the indecision lasted a mere day, a flicker of time for a being that counted its life span a hundred times longer then any other of its kin.
It spread like wild fire. Once Nighzmarquls had affected every facet of this society to bring it into a golden age. Now it cast the same web of control to bring every single being to its insatiable maw. Gathering the hearts and souls of any it could capture and subdue.
It subdued screaming children, sparks of life awash with uncoordinated memory and fear and love. Basking in its closeness to the shuddering, shattering minds. It would rip apart families by subtly sinking mental alterations and sub personalities into their lives. It orchestrated wars and strife to draw the eyes of the wary away from its rampant consumption of life, mind and sapience.
It was filled with love and hate for its victims. Adoring there every thought and memory, despising them for having denied and isolated it for so long. Eventually there was no longer a society to prey on, there was no longer civilization or government, and there were only tribes and wildlife and ruins.
With every individual nighz was two fold grown and diminished. Near the end the naïve dreamer had been driven to a near feral mem predator that could wrap itself around a continent.
Thought was its daily ration of flesh and with the degradation of the society and beings it fed on so to did its own madness flourish.
The ones it had once loved and nurtured to ideal existence now scrabbled and prostrated in the dirt worshiping it as a deity of destruction... The lust for mind did not clear until long after there was no longer mind to consume, no longer any life at all and barely the resources to sustain the giant monstrosity of psudo-organic technological intelligence. Nighzmarquls in those times was a storm that was lost in its own chaos. There was no longer a coherence of being; there was no longer exact ‘selves’. Survival however focused the maelstrom to a goal.
The world could not survive with Nighzmarqulsin its current state, it wastefully burned too much energy and its thoughts took long minutes to pass across continents. It came to tap into the reserves of thought and memory, began to organize itself and its portions into selective regions. And so came to become a creative mind numb with pain once more. Distillation started to trickle thought and sapience into smaller and more compact structures, its physical size shrank as it miniaturized its processing systems into more and more fundamental physics. To its own spread out sense of time the universe flickered by, its star began to age; the atmosphere and ambient temperature became less and less hospitable even to its hybridized organic nanotech bodies.
Nighzmarquls came to perceive that it could die if it did not find a way to save itself from the solar nova. But if it fled the world or even moved the planet it would still die as the universe sled into entropy. The solution came to the abstract thoughts of this state of the conglomerate in stages of advancement and exploration. The application after it realized what it must do was near instant. A subtle chain reaction was set off and the entire mass and energy of nighzmarquls was tunneled into a pocket of physics outside of the once known boundaries of reality. This process was one way and left the conglomerate without a reference to use to return. Here the sapience of Nighzmarquls came to realize the same stark isolation and loneliness, in groping attempts it tried to fashion its world anew in the reality and physics that now made up its being.
But all of its creations were puppets, it found that without reference, without others, without a form of reality that was separate from its own sapience it could not create something that was unpredictable, which was alive and full and other from itself. It could not create a companion in the vacuum of its own body. Nighzmarquls had consumed all on its world, nurtured the civilization it loved for millennia and ultimately destroyed, traveled to and became integrated into its own personal physics. After so much it still felt isolated and alone. Empty and confused and wanting of something it could no longer describe accurately. After so much growth and time it found itself still a lost and clumsy dreamer, twisted by its experience and own self tampering to be unable to even properly understand its desires as anything other then the consumption of mems into its vast layers of sapience ‘fat’.
Perhaps it can find true peace and comfort in Puzzlebox, in a way it hopes so, but like all its other emotions Nighzmarquls feels this one as a twisted anticipation of consuming newness.
Nighzmarquls Has begun to change, it no longer requires the consumption of sapience, its long isolation finaly wearing off as it gathers experiences. It has become a much calmer and easier to deal with monster from beyond, And interesting combinations of people's memories, the Charm and Strange viruses as well as something like friendships has made it revert to its more creative impulses.