Book 3: Chapter 104
A/N: About ¾ of chapter 142’s shenanigans are here because I know nobody wants to flip between books! BUT, This isn’t all if it though; I won’t do that because it feels kind of lazy. Well, not lazy, but I don’t know the word I’m looking for.
The Lord of Time
“I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He said a little stiffly. Eskaal bowed his head lower than he does with Arviel, and Zuviel.
…So he may know….
I cheated again… I do that too much as of late, but his mind was read. He does not know who I am.
I need to be more careful… I have become too relaxed. Now I no longer wished observation, because I understood now why I can’t see the future… Something is going to happen… I think they may find out who I am.
I do not want that.
“No, come in.” I said opening the door, and he held my heart in a box.
“I’ve come with the Last Secret, and questions about how to properly channel such power through this staff.” He asked excitedly.
To be fair, that enthusiasm excited me too.
“Well, I’m sure you figured out the Secret, seeing as how you looked directly at it, and you are not a blind God of Knowledge.” I chuckled.
“It is every color... every shape, temperature, and school of magic… It is both alive and not. It is both aware of what’s happening, yet not. With it, the Secret of this Universe is that concepts take flesh. I could be a book right now, being Knowledge, Lord Xaxas could literally be a set of scales… the Horned One could be simply space, and the Lord of Light could merely be the sun.”
“Aye.” I said impressed. “You are the only to ever grasp the scale of it, not even the Three originals, Arviel, Zuviel, nor Humblon have fully understood.”
I motioned him to sit, but he seemed nervous.
/I can’t read what he is… but I know that’s a puppet./ Eskaal thought. /We are linked, yet not… this orb is so powerful it could put this entire multiverse layer in danger… yet they freely let me hold it, because there MUST be someone bigger to stop me, or anyone from using it with evil intention./
He’s bright, and he’s also very correct. I’d have shed this corpse if he were going to use it to destroy. I would not have allowed such a thing.
*Huh…. I thought I was going to be reprimanded by my flesh puppet, but I wasn’t… strange.*
“It hasn’t made my staff any more cooperative.” He mumbled.
“I think it’s because it isn’t the weapon you want.” I smiled.
“I know it will sound silly, but I wouldn’t have minded a gun.” Eskaal said that *really* hoping that I would make one, but didn’t want to seem wanting. “I have a bit of a collection as a joke.”
“That is a little funny.” I chuckled.
Guns can’t hurt Old Ones, his status before ascending even higher. It is a great feat for a mortal to achieve, and as such, he should be rewarded.
“Mind if I use the magic within it to mold it into something more suitable?” I asked.
“That would be wonderful.” Beamed Eskaal.
I waved my hand and began to work.
“Why did you not bring your mate?” I asked.
“Uh… well… I didn’t want to disturb you anymore than I already am sir.” He said not *lying* but almost. He fears me…. but why can I scent it?
Why am I becoming aware without the puppet contorting me into submission Immediately?
It was the Last Secret… It is a reminder of who I am.
I focused my own magic, feeling a taste of it yet again… But I did this with humility.
I am not as I was.
I am not that man anymore… it took dying a few times to do that.
*why do I feel this way?*
Almost a nostalgia… and with it always comes regret for my great crime.
Magic flowed through my fingers, and I finally got the staff to cooperate. Now that I can mold it, I relaxed a bit.
I was almost finished giving Eskaal access to my favorite party trick at my little cottage’s dining room table. He thinks almost as fast as I do, so he will be able to use it. It makes me happy that another aspect of myself has taken a flesh form… looking like one of my sons.
Strange that I think of them. The messenger is on his way. I sense him with tribute.
“That should do it.” I passed it to him.
I’d fashioned Eskaal’s staff to a 9mm Glock with 35 rounds. He should be able to pop a universe with every bullet. Only the small ones though, and he won’t be able to do anything to the other three guardians I made.
“Thank you sir. I’ll be on my way.” He said respectfully.
He does not know…. But he *almost* knows too much.
This particular Layer of Infinity was conquered by me, but its new ruler does not rule it…. Nor does he want to.
Victory held little sweetness, and being tricked… It made it *bitter*…. Grapefruit pith in my fucking mouth.
Its ruler gained the Cursed Crown and lost it all… and has lived so long that if I were to marry again, that nothing would happen this time…. I have lived so long, that I have outlived the curse’s magic placed on me for eating my father, and killing my mother… my siblings. Should I ever be defeated… I will pass this curse to the next.
For fucking what.
No being should *want* this… to Want this much power is to Abuse it.
Power I cannot enjoy…
Immortality I no longer want….
I laid ruin to my enemies… how bittersweet it is to be undefeated… To be so strong that you make the enemy who is the source of your sorrows…and they were too weak to even hold your sword.
**suspicion**
If someone has the audacity enough to interrupt my afternoon, their universe may no longer exist by the time the sun sets on my little Cozy Cottage Magazine planet.
I made the cover for my realm, entering as Time…. Not my real name. Then I’d just have won and been a little pissed about it.
***Strike Two***
*Shit my brownies!*
I ran to the smell, thankful that I’d caught them in time!
I made caramel covered brownies for Bryson’s grandchildren. I cannot wait to have teatime with her again… Being feared is fine and all, but it is boring… These little ones do not bore me.
I’m glad I split myself into three, and let them think they’re in charge… I chuckled, pouring us both some coffee, and I sent Eskaal on his way, enjoying the cocoa powder little Asanguis gave me. As I allowed him to have a version of my Scythe, I bless his son to be his Herold.
May he never know the sadness of losing a mortal child.
Huh….I sound like an actual grandpa, not *the* realm eater who-
***Suspicion***
That is not my usual train of thought. But that wording was true... for me, for my former self, this was as simple as breathing.
Yet, it gave Eskaal so much inspiration. He’s going to add designs around it, and make it his own….That part of this makes me proud.
The part that pisses me off is the ‘importance’ of the Last Secret… It’s literally a ball I came up with to stuff my heart inside. I did that so even if my true body was found, and someone tried to hijack it, that they’d be consumed instead.
I don’t even need it… but he looked with so much wonder. Eskaal looks like Regillious, my 29th son, from my 3rd concubine. I knew when he was born, and he looked me in the eyes, that he’d become a god eventually
I *knew* I was being observed…
**I will not allow it.**
***Begone.***
\----Tiffany----
“I can’t believe it!” I shouted, throwing on anything! “They Both had their babies the Same DAY!”
/And the children of Tyson, Kaizen and Grace have flesh forms Already!!!! Ahhhh!!!!/ beamed Theo
“Yeah, and now that they’ve had a week to rest, they personally invited us to meet the new little ones.” Beamed Zayde. “That is an honor I don’t think I ever imagined.”
“Why not?!” I beamed. I had on a black t-shirt and leggings, and flats. He had on some blue jeans and a bright orange shirt, because he rushed too. We were leaving our demons here, as tradition, and Xaxas was even nice enough to already have a portal made for us.
“Because I may be a Yoltier, but if anybody told me that I would be mated to the Realm King’s relative, I’d laugh…. I was so afraid you’d choose someone else when we met.” He took both my hands, and kissed me.
“I could never.” I smiled. I kissed him back, a simple peck on the lips, but his hum was a small warning that we’d be making children of our own if we kept that up. “Let’s go.” I grinned.
“Have fun!” Waved Tinzaa and Aptherraam.
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