Book 3: Chapter 108
Tiffany
Micael and Casey sat next to me, while mom and dad were across. They sat next to Gulteer, Alteer, and Velimier. All of us seemed to have an *idea* but not the *whole* picture on the Lord of Time… that may have been why he requested a good portion of the Night Court to come. I also assumed that he did something similar for the Light Court, and the Kings, but I wouldn’t know.
“Now that everyone has been seated, and I have my plate, I think it right we have a bit of a show.” Said the Lord of Time.
“I don’t understand.” Mumbled mom. “Why entertain us at all Lord of Time?” She asked.
“Because I find it fun.” He said honestly. “Until now, for the most part I was alone in self-exile. Ziri, start the broadcast …. Right before the beginning of my curse.”
\[Of course master.\] Said Ziri, pulsing with blue light three times.
“I would lie if I said I wasn’t nervous… I have come to value your opinions little ones.”
With a wave of his hand, a magic mirror with four sides appeared.
It showed him, sitting on a throne not unlike the Horned Ones… except his domain was mostly varying shades of silver. “I am Calaxious, the World Breaker…. The Realm eater.” He said that as if it would mean something… it did… just not as much as he’d thought. “I am the god who is so large, that I cannot eat, nor take sacrifice. I am the King above your maker, who can only live by eating entire universes, and the gods who rule them.”
He is the predator of the gods themselves…. And all of us remained silent, watching his rendition.
But I was still confused, as were the others….
*Why would someone so important to our realm entertain crumbs?*
I only thought of it that way, because all at the table were mortal. Yet…. I still couldn’t feel him show his strength.
“If I am to live here, and there is to be peace, I cannot remain a secret…. Unlike many other places, your deities come down as they do in Roman mythos. You speak with them as well. Their unrest at keeping me secret could sew a desire to have you lot discover me anyway, or to make war…. Imagine if a mortal only discovered about the first half of my story, and decided to make a cult? I would not answer of course… but it could be enough to restart the war… enough to ruin this place, and little Xaxas has done such a good job. The war is ended, and our multiverse is stable… I would not undo that.”
He waved his hand, and a black haired, tan skinned version of himself drew a black halberd. I couldn’t read the runes that ran down the middle.
“Had you slain only a few sons… I might have forgiven you… but you have trespassed slaying Tellithenya.”
“Tellithenya would not have died had she not stuck a blade in my back first.” The sword of the Lord of Time hummed… pulsing with energy of every color… He held the same sword as Xaxas, except the runes were different… “I forgave you both. Had you both kneeled, I would have allowed you to be a guardian, and left her be.”
“She did what she thought was *right*.” Hissed I assumed the father of Calaxious. “We raised you to be strong, that you may do the work.”
“You raised a monster, and get surprised when you get bit.” He said as they clashed.
That blow made an explosion that destroyed the world they argued on, but that did not stop him.
Instantaneously, they shifted.
“It hurts to see myself so fucking proud…. So arrogant. I wish I could wipe the smug grin off my fucking face.” He let out a simple, yet annoyed growl that went through the soul….
**FEAR**
For a moment, I don’t think I felt Theo.
I understand as well why he lived in the puppet. It trained him to control himself around us.
“Forgive that slight agitation. It will not happen again.” he said politely, putting a silver barrier around himself.
“You’re fine.” I said with a bowed head, and he cleared his throat.
“Rewind to the first killing Ziri.” He said that looking at the mirror…. He looked like he was lost in his thoughts.
I wondered what he was thinking about, and would we see it.
\[^.^\]
The mirror showed colors, until it stopped with him standing in front of a green skinned, similar looking man.
“Calaxious…. You are two….. stronger than even mother… why do this?” He asked.
“Because I’m *sick and tired* of it.” Calaxious hissed. “Under the thumb of an ineffective, inefficient, incompetent, inept leader.” He pointed. “Are you not *TIRED* Brother?!”
“I am, but I know my place.” he hissed back. “I am Three… and I must stop you.”
“You won’t even address me as what I *should* be to you first ‘brother.’” Calaxious hissed….
He killed him by beheading him bare handed… and ate his heart.
“I will remake Infinity, and with your contribution, I might stand a chance.” Calaxious said that as if he’d only killed an enemy… so sarcastic…. So hateful… after he ate his heart, he turned his brother’s body into a bell, and put it on his left horn.
I could never lay a hand on Harry… or mom … or dad …or grandparents… any of my family, but I was raised with love to love them….
“Long ago, when I was a young Realm Eater, I was not treated well…. Admittedly, being treated like competition… having no love or true familial bond swayed my actions to be so barbaric, but it is no excuse. Had I been mortal, I’d have been thrown in the Pit, because at the time I held no remorse.”
With a wave of his hand, the magic mirrors showed him being hugged by a woman who looked like him… Her skin was blue like his, and her hair was also silver.
“Please stop.” She cried, hugging him a little awkwardly, like she’d never done it before. “My first whelp…. I know I did not treat you well…. But do not fight your father.”
“I cannot Tellithenya.” He said that as if he were speaking to a disrespectful random person he’d never met…. “All my siblings are mere decorations now. I swear on my blood, that I will turn you into a bracelet if you put that dagger in my back.
“YAH!” She screamed. She got him in the liver, but it was healed as soon as he pulled it out.
“AH!” He snapped her neck.
“I should have never laid such a loathsome spawn!” she hissed as he pulled out her heart, and ate it.
“I wish you smashed my egg too, you hateful bitch.” Hissed the Lord of Time. “Had you but graced me with kindness *once* I would not have embraced such an *ugly* birthright… but do not worry… I will not treat *my* brood like this.”
“That was my mother… They treated us as competition…hatching us, keeping the eggs warm, and that was it…. From the day I hatched I was made to fight them, my siblings too, and if I wanted food, as a god eater, I was left to hunt on my own…. I cannot count how many times she tried eating me when I was small enough, before I held a place in court… I grew to resent them, and their system, but now that I am older, I understand it. Many… many of my siblings died after my birth, since they treated us all that way.”
He showed us how he killed his brothers. He fought them with his double-edged sword, and took their scales, and made them into the bells on his horns… and his jewelry…. He took a lot of joy in ripping his own people apart.
I can see now why he wanted to show us this. I’m sure he already told this to the Horned One, and Lord of Light…
Calaxious wanted it all out now on his own terms, unedited… so that none would misconstrue his words or his story. I could see a dooms day cult springing up if they only knew this part, or if they think it’s what the Lord of Time still wants.
“They meant nothing, since we did not share a bond other than blood… Yet… I still regret this. I disrupted the balance. Realm Eaters were never meant to be as large as I, nor as powerful. We are made for battle. We are made to make room for making….” He explained. “We smell sour, rancid solar systems… ones filled with awful people who like the evil they do, and it’s over 80% of the population.”
“What about worlds ruled by the Night Court?” Asked Gulteer.
“If it is ruled by someone like Zuviel, and is *meant* to be that way, it will smell like mostly I don’t know, mortal souls? The worlds who destroy their planet, or *alter* the alignment that isn’t like their protectors will begin to smell like food. It attracts us. Should the gods of those places defeat and kill us, it gives them time to fix what’s wrong. The issue now, is that *I* am the Infinity King. None here are strong enough.”
He waved his hand again.
Now there were two great dragons clashing….. destroying small dots with their great blows… I assumed because of his silverish white hair, that he was the silver, stereotypical European bodied dragon, while the Eastern styled one was likely his father.
The maw of Calaxious was a crocodile’s, with his throat reminding me of a pelican…. but the horns still looked the same. They shot lasers of pure energy at each other… explosions made more dots, while their fight basically popped them… When his maw snapped shut, the little balls around him exploded, and became black holes…
“Are…. Are those *stars* my lord?!” Asked Alteer.
“No, that’s what’s left of Infinity.” He said casually. “There are multiple multiverses, and each one has its own ruler, all divided into an infinite amount of layers. Thus, it is called Infinity… I destroyed all that for this power. Fast forward Ziri.”
\[Yes Master.\] beamed his computer.
“Now… now comes the result of my actions…. Why… why I lament them, and why I chose to learn to be better…” He sighed.
It showed him killing his father.
“May you know every unhappiness.” He said as the crown the Lord of Time wears was taken off his father’s head. Calaxious pulled his father’s heart out, and his body was made into the other bracelet….
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