Chapter Five, The Second Immortal.
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Revenant waited on finishing his massacre. It was Friday the 13th and the camp was actually occupied unlike the nights before.
Well it was occupied...
He stood towering over the 4 bodies of the young counselors. He had a true hate for any camp counselor ever since his past encounters.
Thanks to the assistance of Lokreum, the children that would’ve arrived today had been stopped.
Considering he was a kid when everything went downhill for him, he had a softer spot for children…
"You’ve gone on quite the killing spree... A total of 29 people so far." Lokreum said, looking at the bodies.
He was quickly losing interest in this incredibly easy game of predator and prey.
It was a ruthless slaughter with kill patterns that were so easy to understand that he was predicting Revenant’s moves on complete accident.
“I will be taking my leave for now. Call for me when you have finished your business. I have things to tend to.” Revenant nodded, Lokreum silently disappearing off the face of the earth.
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Inside of a very familiar laboratory, which had grown in size, was a multitude of chambers.
Most of which were filled with pieces of multiple different corpses. Well, they weren't really different... They all stemmed from Revenant after all.
"What a task." Lokreum smiled, looking through the glass and staring at the specimen engulfed in yellow liquids.
"But it definitely gives me the joy I need."
Lokreum had quickly grown to love the beauty within effort, and struggle.
Truly, in his eyes, everything was beautiful in its own way.
Seeing as how Revenant was so easily able to evolve and adapt to things while merely being cursed by a supernatural book made of negative Law Essences…
It made Lokreum wonder how powerful a hand made creation could be.
A creature that had every single strand of DNA hand picked and created.
He had to decided to make a destructive species to fulfill a certain task.
A bloodline, that would exist solely for apocalypse.
After all, the inhabitants of his personal reality would never grow without a driving factor.
He planned of building an expansive domain, from the ground up.
A powerful, beautiful, and nearly unparalleled region in existence that was under his gaze.
It would be an entertaining thing to watch, and it served a better purpose anyway.
To inspire him!
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Witnessing the beauty created by creatures that were mentally impotent compared to him?
He was an entity capable of doing anything!
He would surely see the creations of weak minds and expand upon it.
Returning to his previous train of thought, he had decided to create this species as one which would act as a natural phenomena that shattered realities and made branching sub-realities.
This would create interesting timelines where things in one reality played out differently from the main reality, be it with minute differences or vast ones.
With this branching of realities, the other inhabitants of the entire reality would try to reform their home which would create conflict which caused them to grow exponentially in power!
‘Though that’s for another time.’ He thought, reading the list of innate abilities that would be given to this brand new species.
“Apocalyptic essence embedded deep into their very being...” He stated.
This addition of the Supreme Law essence would be what gave them a good amount of their power.
Law essences were a type of energy that came to fruition under the Runic Ecriture of that law.
For example, Apocalyptic essence was the essence of the Supreme Law of Apocalypse.
But one could only generate Apocalyptic Essence once they had comprehended Apocalypse to an extent.
Once they had done so, they would be able to form the Runic Ecriture for Apocalypse within their opened origin, and they would start to passively produce Apocalyptic essence.
Using this law essence, one could bring great destruction onto another existence.
Apocalyptic essence exists in every kind of destruction, and can be harvested if an existence is experiencing something that is considered apocalyptic.
Essences are divided into four ranks, those being Lesser, Greater, Supreme, and Taboo.
Apart from these essences were those of the Natural Laws of Realities. Even the weakest of these laws would hold more authority than Supreme laws, with only Taboo Laws capable of rivaling them.
Considering this species would be capable of harnessing Apocalyptic essence and generally ignore the face of apocalypse itself...
They would be unpredictable killing machines that fed on any type of chaos and destruction, as of course, apocalypse was merely a higher tiered combination of both.
Bad thoughts, disorder, fear… these were only a few of the things that they could harvest…
Their biggest advantage would be that whenever they were involved in apocalypse, they would have a boost in power.
That was simply how holding a Law essence worked, and that was why the future inhabitants of Lokreum’s reality would always strive for the power of Laws.
"Alright, lets see how the first will proceed." He murmured, walking up to a glass chamber and putting his hand on it.
As one of the progenitors of a race built for greatness, Lokreum had gifted this entity with a massive boost over all his descendants.
This creature was born with a Kreus Reactor Core. A sort of spiritual heart that was capable of passively creating kreus from nothing...
All other existences would have to build kreus either by taking it from their environment, or upgrading their life level.
Yet this lucky creature would have a passive growth that no others had.
*Sizzle*
Heat was released from the chamber as it opened. Liquid splashed out onto the ground, yet the person inside stood perfectly still.
Before the fluid could even touch the ground, all of it disappeared from the plane of existence, Lokreum keeping full focus on his first specimen.
The entity's body was relatively a smooth white, similar to Revenant's ashen grey. He had a full head of white hair, with long ears sticking out the side of his skull. His eyelids were closed, but there was a purplish-blue glow shining through them. He was skinny, with lanky arms. His face was fair, almost child like, reminiscent of a preteen at best.
Most attracting of all, was the fact that one could even see the purple and white apocalyptic essence seeping out of his body. He had an aura, and it would have heavily intimidated the average existence.
Of course, Lokreum was the one standing before him, and he was completely unfazed.
"Heh..." The being grinned, a crazed smile appearing on his face as his eyes shot to life with purple fire.
In an instant, some of the matter in the immediate area was absorbed, giving the him more mass and making him far denser and much stronger.
"Hup!" He breathed with excitement before cocking his arm back faster than most would even be able to perceive.
*BOOM*
Steam was released from every joint as he put his full power into the swing.
Yet even that was not nearly enough...
The second the slim fist came within a certain distance of Lokreum, a cracking was heard as the space around him started to shatter.
Of course, the specimen's arm was way worse off, having been completely obliterated.
But it’s smile was still evident, looking at the presence before it with reverence.
"God." It said in an energetic voice as it knelt down on the ground.
"..." Lokreum watched on as the man vibrated through the ground, as if his cells were overflowing with energy and excitement.
"Stand." He said, lifting the specimen up with his gaze.
"You are... The first of the perfected version of your race. You are the second Immortal, Akatosh..."
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