Book 3: Chapter 107
A/N: Movie recommendation…. If you have Netflix… K’pop Demon Hunters was GOOD! Thank you for coming to my TedTalk lol. Oh, and the chapter’s short bc I didn’t want to switch at the VERY END.
Calaxious
“Ah!”
Mortals screamed in the layers below, while Zuviel roasted one soul alive for his lunch. He held out his left hand, rotating him on a spit with magic in his throne room. I ignored him. It is his house. His herald Apythmenos helped me decorate such a large chocolate cake yellow, because I thought a yellow themed cake to bring to Yellow Diamond would have been fun
But *no*.
It would have been lemon too, but the first one was **FUCKING RUINED**
I baked it with Lulliba… and **I supervised this one.**
**There will be no eggshells, bat wings, sheep intestine, or fucking ground and dried sinner skin to replace the flour in my confection.**
She used those ingredients, despite the lessons she’s learned, because her logic was that since all that is *technically* edible for mortals, that they would make alright substitutes if she ground them to look like the ingredients I ran out of….
I know I said I was in a rush… but not THAT much of a rush!
All I had to do was stop by HellMart… Fuck Me…
She *means* well, but like most gods, she cannot cook… not without supervision…. Well… She has improved, but Lulliba has also almost killed me while in my puppet… She made me hot wings hot enough that my true body tasted them… It was…. A *little* traumatizing.
But Lulliba was gone now, since she helped Harmony and Xaxas handle their magical babes. They need it too. Zohlliba got a taste of killing… It was literally just a fly… but she enjoyed it a little too much… The souls she judges better be meant for Repentance, and nowhere else…
They’re really cute though. She cries, not understanding the concept of death… so maybe Zohlliba will be sweet in her own way…. Just in case… I added some light into her heart.
I found myself holding my hand to where my heart should be…. It was actually beating in there….I closed my eyes, and with it I could see them fanatically get ready as they prepared themselves. The coven was curious, but unafraid… not yet…
I hope it remains so… I wish to walk freely without being the image of the king I once was… I’ve come to value them.
Regret, repentance, and dedication to my temperance does not bring back the lives I devour, yet, nor can my attitude sate my predation…. How depleted, ravenous as a ghoul, I was being compressed for so long, but I *have* the temperance to control my nature now.
So, I starve, as I should.
Even with the delivery of 30,000 stars and living worlds, filled with billions of people who populated those solar systems, that was only a half of a cup of coffee for me… That was only Lunarween… I will not eat for another eon.
…. In remembrance, I saw my eyes again, those burning determined embers filled with the hubris of a defiant son. I let it play like a movie… though admittedly I could only visualize….
I remembered every strike of that fight… every sour word delivered to an impotent king….and ripping out my mother’s beating heart for stabbing me in the back.
It is why eating him felt like culling another sour, rancid universe…. But I doubt anyone would root for me because of the way I went about it. They were awful, but so were my actions.
I was a Dragon King…. Not a ruler…. Not a just nor pious man… Everything I did was my own selfishness with no excuse, regardless of my treatment before I gained this crown.
Me and my siblings were merely born from those people; there was no love between us… and when I had children of my own I *swore* I would be better… and by their accounts, I was. I made my concubines my mates… so that I would love them more than *he* loved my mother…every child a gift. I did not coddle or hold them, but I did train them, and feed them stardust, so their mortal mothers would have babes to hold and love, and children who grew up normally… not…
Just brought into Existence to Starve, Fight, and Kill, to only learn ‘eat or be eaten’ and nothing else…. Confused and mistreated until I became a threat….
Solitary from the moment I drew breath.
I cared not think about anything more… even now… even after trying to rewind my mistake until I made the whole Infinity Layer unstable, and sentencing myself, punishing myself to forever more reside inside a puppet… I still will not forgive myself. Nor will I forget their faces.
“What is father doing?” asked Zuviel. “That’s so much fancy frosting… Lord Below.”
“HA!” laughed Apythmenos. “Praise the Light, I think he heard us.”
“Oh stop it you two; I’m not that distracted.” I chuckled, while my son nearly fell off his throne he laughed so hard.
“HA!! LOOK HE’S WONDERING WHERE THAT PRAISE CAME FROM HAHAHA!”
“HAHAHA!!! Master, can I do it again?” He snickered.
I doubt they will accept me when they see I can make good on such an outlandish concept, when they see that the place they call home fits in my maw like a small Cutie-Pittootie seedless orange, …. One bite.
Surely, they will talk amongst themselves, and leer me with suspicion when they find out, but until now the mortals were kept from knowing anything about me, other than my control over time itself… They don’t know, and telling them won’t give the same results as showing.
“Did you summon me father?” asked Arviel.
“No.” I said simply. He left before I could say more, and they cackled harder.
I prepared my actions as a slide show, but it is not boring by any means… When I give the little ones my audience, we shall all see…
They will see my arrogance, when the first of my brothers discovered the yearning for power in my heart… They will hear my harsh words, and see their harsher deaths…
And what should I do if I bring them real fear? I am an outlandish legend. Until now, all they new were the blades of hair whom I call son… I made ‘Those Who Share One’ from a single strand of hair, cut in half, and Humblon just appeared attached to Arviel with the blue thread of blood kinship, making them real brothers. Little Xaxas saw through his own eyes their actual, genuine fear when I showed them.
What would I do if they ran to Zuviel, and begged him to ‘stop’ me, even though I hold no plans of domination…. Not since I made them… Not since I actually raised my own ‘children’, lying to myself… As a King… and a man….and a mate, I failed the Court of Infinity, my family… the entirety of all the multiverse, so countless mortals too.
What will I do if there is naught a modicum of forgiveness or understanding in those tiny beating hearts?
I suppose… I would have only two options: devour everything and start over, or reside myself to self-exile again…. Neither of which are fair… but there is no third option. I will not ween them onto me either. They will either understand or not. As a dragon I cannot do much more.
*Oh… I’m being observed again.*
I would wave, but I was not in my own private company. The eyes of beyond my rule seem… curious… and still unable to interfere. That’s fine. Earlier I wouldn’t accept being watched, because honestly, I was still in that shell, and unready to remove myself from it. Also, once Xaxas saw, I figured if I kept banishing the observation, it would get worse.
Now I am blue skinned whenever I please…. A benefit to say the least. No more being almost dead… No longer do I have to be so old that one major anomaly would kill me.
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