“Yo-you, you have the same fate as me?”
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“To think that we would meet like this”
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“I finally found you my hero...”
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“Take me, take me with you!”
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“Together we could...”
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Opening my eyes I awaken from that nightmare… again, I dreamt of it again. The final battle that decided the fate of my broken soul. The nightmarish fate that befall me a fallen god and the hero who is pushed to ruin by the gods.
Our souls, in that final battle I felt a connection to him. Resonance… the power that many gods desire, the power to make a connection with another and merge their powers.
If the god of light and the god darkness could make their souls resonate they could create the ultimate combination, same goes with war and peace, death and life. Many gods have tried to resonate with each other for long.
I was the same in my road I almost reached the truth as to why gods can’t resonate but I was attacked. Yes, I was attacked and the one who attacked me is one god.
Domnus… the god of beginnings, I can’t begin to express the hate I have for him, he’s my colleague, partner and brother. We grew up together helping each other for the greater good of the gods and the universe but these all… were just illusions of his.
The sole reason he did those was to make use of me, when he finds that I am worthless he would end me. The god of beginnings has a counterpart the god of end, but the god of end has disintegrated leaving his place empty.
Being one of the hundred core gods his place needed to be filled, my brother was in line for it making him a god with two titles and laws but the gods proposed that me, as his sister is equally qualified.
He even supported me but to think that he finished me off, I was about to find the truth when he placed judgement on me.
I was given twins to experiment on, the source is my brother, he told me that the twin souls were from his world.
Only later did I find out that the souls were the twin daughters of the goddess of Life and god of death.
The conclusion? I was stripped of my power and thrown into the void where I drifted across worlds. I got my place in one world.
I was aiming for [Primal Chaos] but the realm of gods is too far of from it as such I floated for centuries in the void until I finally reached a world.
I became a powerful demon queen, “The enemy in my eyes is GOD!”. Those were the words I always say and the god of the world didn’t seem to realize the demon queen was me.
But then for some reason a man appeared before me, wearing a pure black robe and tight fitting black clothes underneath, he seems like a dark mage but I felt that he had more to him than just magic.
Although I felt power from him that shouldn’t come from humans I fought with him, I thought he was an easy kill but when he got close to me his and his body turned to dust surprisingly his soul was still there.
A ghost but unlike normal ghost his figure, no his soul... is pure black. The only light is in his eyes it looked like two stars shining, complementing each other in the darkness. But what caught my attention was that his soul.
A soul of pure darkness could not just be born, even the void filled with pure evil won’t be able to produce a soul like his.
What intrigued me is that he still had his mind with him, a soul fallen into the darkness of the abyss would cause chaos that even the top gods would fear and in front of me was that very chaos.
The soul was powerful but I was a god, who had the qualifications to become a core god, that already proves my power. But with my broken soul I could do nothing but fight him to a stalemate.
But that was all broken, a corrupt soul filled with darkness, there is only one reason that the highest most powerful gods would fear such an existence.
Souls like these, they had one power that everyone feared, the power to devour, no worlds but gods.
Devouring worlds is a trivial matter, gods would have a headache but that’s it, in contrast when the being could devour gods the story changes. Beings like these just like the titans in one of the worlds was bound to be sealed in the darkness of the void.
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But this one has a mind, he didn’t lose his mind to the darkness and continues to strive for one thing, that is to kill me.
He started consuming my soul but as he did a flood of memories came into his mind and also mine. There I saw it…
A regular life, completely normal that life that would seem like a pain to live but is actually a blessing. That life was taken, his memories came into me and I felt all his pain, his struggles.
“A god, abuse of power, toyed and used”
The soul in front of me has lived for only half a century but he already experienced more than a thousand lives, more than that he even kept all the memories from the very first regular and uneventful life he had.
Souls would go through Nirvana and be reborn as anew but this soul this young man was kidnapped and used by a god. He was forced to fix the mistakes of the god that kidnapped him.
“Enslaved, tortured mentally and physically”
Torture is painful but when one dies he can escape it but this soul was not able to escape it he was forced to bear with it with one thing in mind.
“Freedom after finishing his mission”
He was promised that he can be freed if he cleaned all the worlds that that god caused trouble for. With that goal in mind he did everything to finish the clean up in each world. He won’t even take a few days in one life.
To gain enough power to get close to the enemy he would be reborn into the body of someone already powerful. But the most powerful people who could walk through battlefields and defeat demon lords and great heroes are the people who experienced hell.
Power doesn’t come for free and the bodies he had all experienced terrible events that forged them into a powerhouse. This soul had to endure and experience all the heartache and pain of the countless lives he took over.
“Take, consume and kill”
Enter a body experience pain, evolve and kill the target, all this would happen in one day, no even just an hour into the world and he already has power and the next he finished his mission.
He does all this but he didn’t realize that the souls that he destroyed and devoured they all became part of his soul. He kept his initial personality but the madness and anger of the thousands of souls he already consumed didn’t faze him at all.
He wielded the power of the damned and used them to finish his mission, a man toyed by the gods with only the thoughts of revenge left.
Being a heartless monster is already normal in this situation but the next moment I found out that it wasn’t a definite conclusion. There are always exceptions in the universe and this soul is one.
“Just get out of this world and don’t bother the people… if you do that I won’t have to kill you”
He said those words, I followed suit and went out of the world and escaped into a lower realm. A world much like [Primal Chaos] but is smaller and less important. This world has been the safe haven of all the fallen gods, demons and other once powerful existances.
Here I found the god of the end and was told the truth of his disappearance.
“Domnus that bastard”
Those were the only words I could say before my assistant appeared by my side, for years I have been collecting power to bring me to [Primal Chaos] and start gaining power to rise up back to the heavens but…
The man gave me a chance and I won’t forget his kindness, at that moment what I saw in his eyes was, mercy. He had one thought in his mind, I lived for centuries and I could guess the thoughts of mortal souls.
“I don’t want a goddess like you to befall another tragedy”
Those were the thoughts that reflected in his eyes, he saw my memories I saw his, his struggles and his pain I saw and experienced them all he also had the same experience of seeing my memories.
As I was thinking so my assistant told me something inconceivable.
“Your soul has been bonded with that rogue’s soul. It seems that goddess has been able to resonate finally”
My apprentice could track anyone with my soul energy and since I was resonating with the young soul she was able to track him.
“Where is he?”
And that is how I came to today…
“Dalia where is he now?”
“Goddess he seems to have been freed and is now in [Primal Chaos]”
“What!”
Shock that is the only thing that I felt, that young soul for the last 50 fifty years his soul was bounded by the god of transmigration and is continuously moving through worlds killing souls that have migrated from other worlds.
But now he was freed the binding of that bastard Vincentius has been removed. Also he was thrown into [Primal Chaos] gods may not have noticed but this idea is the most idiotic one that they could have decided to do.
Well the gods may not care what happens to the soul but since the darkness of a soul can’t be decided until they experience it first hand they may think that the young soul is nothing more than a corrupted soul that will be pulled into the void sooner or later.
But they haven’t seen his true prowess even Vincentius should not have realized this, gods are not perfect. They have sins they have thoughts. To become a perfect being a gods must throw away everything and then will he become perfect.
But if he did become perfect he would become a law, yes the very same laws that the gods use, if a god becomes a law he becomes a universal law that could overpower gods, but if the laws fight they would destroy the universe.
In contrast the gods who could wield the power of the laws although only miniscule that is enough to get them power to be respected by other gods.
If this continues that soul he could… haaah, I could go there and we could haa… haa.. *pant*
“Goddess there is one problem though”
“PrObLeM?”
“The god of transmigration has planted a curse onto him, the curse of tragedy”
Seems like I will need to go to him, he gave me chance so I will also give him one. That was he might….
“Goddess, I know you're excited but stop drooling. I don’t think that soul would like a perverted woman who drools over himself”
“Who are you calling perverted! Anyway let’s go! AH! Wait let me finish pilling up my stuff into the storage”
The goddess opened a door and inside a gigantic room filled with various paintings, sculptures and orbs with images appeared. The light inside was from countless candles and in the middle of the room is an altar.
On the altar a familiar face was present, Xenados Void, a soul would transfer worlds but the thing that won’t ever change is it’s appearance. No matter where it goes the soul will find a suitable vessel where it could fit. As such the appearance of the soul that travelled world's killing a multitude of powerful beings would always be the same.
The astonishing thing is that in this very room the face of the young man is plastered everywhere. The scenes of his battles flashed in the orbs each portraying a different opponent.
The altar had a huge sculpture with many paintings of Xenados on it, candles lit up the room and the orange-yellow light gives of a weird feeling.
“I knew it, Dalia I need a new space world to store this”
The faithful attendant, obediently stores the whole room into her space world where the goddess could enter any time.
“Okay let’s go! It’s time for me to meet my hus-aquaintance!”
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“Achoo”
“Son are you alright?”
“Yes I’m fine mom”
“Is that so, hehe”
“What is it mom?”
“There's an old belief that if you sneeze for some unknown reason a person is thinking about you!”
“Could it be… a pervert?! But mom I only met you and dad and the only person who would think of me is dad...”
“Don’t worry son I’m sure that it’s a beautiful woman! Maybe even a goddess who fell for you!”
Xenados brushed of the sneeze, he’s not someone who believes in those kinds of things but… he still felt shivers when he thinks of the possibility of a pervert thinking about him…