Book 3: Chapter 109
Tiffany
He hesitated, only looking at the women that appeared.
“Those are my mates… each one precious…” he sighed. “Each gave me 10 sons, and I gave each of them their own portions of Infinity. They knew of each other, but each wife was treated as if I had only one… I did not make difference between them… I loved my sons… I made Infinity better.”
He waved his hand.
“Look at all those healthy worlds.” He said proudly. “Each universe was stable, and I was a bit hungry back then, but for the most part, being a little famished never warranted hunting…. I got tributes from my children, and treats from my wives.” He chuckled. “That one is Hexika; she liked to bake…I missed those treats. You know, I’d never had mortal food until they made it for me. I’d visit their worlds, so excited to try their cuisine. I wonder if that’s why I’m obsessed with flavor?” he said quietly. “They spoiled me.”
“Stop it!” Laughed a woman, throwing bread at him. That had to be Hexicka… she looked… She looked kind of like Freeya, Goddess of the Wind…
He caught it in his mouth.
“Oh, you used extra rising powder. Mm.” he hummed.
“If you keep that up, it’ll be all you get!” she yelled.
He picked her up and spun her around.
“My dear, you bless me with your cheer.” He said softly. “And your *delicious* weapons.” He smiled.
“You sound like you want an 11th son.” She chuckled.
“If it was our thousandth, I would love you still.” They shared a gentle kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too… you sound as if you’re leaving again.” She looked down.
“Aye… the challenger was spotted ‘round Reffie’s sector, you know, Arthatha’s 1th son.”
“Then don’t dally with *me* and protect our children.” She said kissing him roughly.
“I will not let harm come to you, nor any I love by that wretch’s hands.” He hissed.
“Ziri fast forward again…..” he said sadly. “Please, I cannot bare it.”
\----Calaxious-----
I forgot about that day…. I wished I’d not seen it… That wasn’t meant to be presented.
“Take your time.” Said Gulteer, putting a hesitant hand on his king’s shoulder…
“Do not hold sorrow for me Witch King. I do not deserve it.” I huffed.
I showed them… They must see *all* of it, and on their own, I will either appear here again as a guest, or leave to live in isolation.
I would say it exactly as I told Xaxas…. Well somewhat. They’re seeing more detail than him however, because the pantheon watches in awe.
“I took over this layer by spilling the blood of my own kin. But even then… even after shedding so much blood I was bored. I wanted *more*…. So…. So I made my enemies.”
I showed them how *weak* Frethious was.
How *feeble* was Revicules… I ended them so easily in my boredom.
“…..The first one was so weak I accidently killed him with a punch… The second I made myself weaker, but he still couldn’t even pick up the weapon I made for him. I moved so slow when we fought too…” I sighed. “He couldn’t even pick up the sword. So, in my anger I made my mistake…. I made Treytor. A stupid name I know, but he was *not*…. He somehow found out about the countless other failures, so he made an elaborate trap…..”
Like Xaxas they were quiet… they knew how heavy this was to speak of… I had not seen my little Hxxi so long…I thought I forgot her face….
“….I will not lie… the Mate Bond was made to keep me faithful to those 5… Father had other women, and not one held half the value.” I said honestly. I left out that mother would eat his mistresses …. “I picked mortals so the gods wouldn’t bicker, and I’m so high I only make male godkin anyway, so I didn’t care who they were or what they looked like….”
Now was it…. Traytor…
I made him look like a perfect combination of my mother and father, the people I thought I hated most….myself…. Before our battle, he used magic I didn’t even notice…They saw that.
“Those stars he moved… all five… were the home-worlds of my mates…. He put my most precious solar systems, all 5, in his universe.
“Treytor you will not bend the knee?” I said so cocky, and full of myself.
“I do not. The realms may be gleaming and perfect, but your heart is black for all who are not close to you!” he shouted. “All you care about is what interests you! I found out your secret too!”
“That I’m not the original ruler of Infinity little one?” I said drawing my favorite sword, Blood Drinker.
“That it was *better*!” He cried.
“Father was a tyrant!” I shouted.
“So are you!” Traytor shouted back. “You made me, You **MADE** me to Die!” he screamed. “You *want* this… and you shall have it.”
We teleported and sparred… but I broke his sword my second swing.
He shifted, and he ran.
\[Get back here Coward! Ha! That seems a more befitting name!” I laughed…
I did not know…
I watched… I opened my maw wide, assuming his laughter was madness… As they watched I thought to recite the curse upon my head… The crown has been worn so long, that if I were to make a mate again, nothing would happen, but I had *five*… I’ll not have another.
Not ever.
I am Time given flesh… death is not possible… it merely resets everything for everyone else…
But not me.
“Woe to he who wears the Infinity Crown of this layer. May he know every sorrow. May he who wears this know every pain. May he reap his bitter fruit. May he eat it with blood tears… that is what this crown says…. And you see my folly.”
I opened my mouth wide too…. I wanted all of Infinity, and the other Layer Lords to hear too….
**CRACK**
I killed my family with only crocodile tears to shed, because I thought I’d simply won…. Not the truth.
That I ate them.
I tried to undo what I’d done, but my throat holds its own kind of black whole inside… They were processed into nothing….
*Nothing was left*
“By the time I found out, he was laughing as he was being unraveled atom by Fucking Atom…. But all 50 children, and 5 concubines were gone. I didn’t marry them to make the goddesses think they had a chance, however small… Now I have nothing, well you lot…”
It may have been said twice, but it was meant in truth… Some of them *almost* look like my children too… It hurts to see this again…
It’s already been replayed so many times, I really did lose count.
“I tried to save them… but time ever flows one direction…. And they were erased because of me… The little world I live on, and its star was all that was left of an entire universe.”
I let them see me teleport back home, and no solar system was there…. They watched me in my sorrow, and the glow of this accursed crown almost mock me…
They saw me pull a strand of my hair, after I wiped out everything… having a damn tantrum…
Arviel and Zuviel were made from that single hair.
“May you little ones grow… grow to be better than I could ever be.” I said as I cradled them… they too look like sons long passed… and it is *my* fault.
“You lot know the rest… I should have given myself time to grieve…. I should have waited to make children, but they inherited my lust for battle… They could not rule One together, because slowly… as they learned to rule this place… they began to mistrust each other, especially Arviel… At first, he was angered Humblon didn’t even want her, because he had Nyamya… then he was angered Lulliba disobeyed him….but as time went on, Arviel was also jealous, because the Sun God inherited a dragon’s libido, without the sobriety a mate gives…. That too is my fault, but I would not interfere… They made their own mistakes, but thankfully they didn’t have to learn like I did….”
Now I await their judgment. I may be king, but if I am to remain better than I was… consideration and respect for my subjects is the right thing to do… not what *I* want.
“So do you fear me now?” I asked.
All the elders of the witches, and their coven members held their mouths, or even shed tears because they’d seen the genuine love I held for my wives… But they did not know the regrets….
I regret not marrying them proper, with real ceremony…. I did that to satisfy obsessive goddesses who could have given them a hard time when I wasn’t looking, because they were mortal.
I regret not simply eating them, and making my wives higher than those snapping vipers only out for position….
I have apologized to nothing, since they are no more… not even a single particle of my family was left, not even enough to find and put in a glass jar to bury, to cry over, not that I can other than swallowing, since that activates a natural reflex.
“I see why you show us….” Said Zayde. It was his house, so they let him speak first. “You almost sound like you think you’re uninvited sire.”
“….Lord of Time… you realize you show this to us… *Dark* witches…” Said Gulteer. “As High Priest of your son, you *do* realize that I was late because I was out laying ruin to a ripe world right?”
“It may not be the same as losing a mate….” Said Tiffany. “And you were wrong, but if your curse can’t punish you anymore, it means that you learned your lesson. If you hadn’t, all that grief should have fed it to keep torturing you.”
“And you’d have probably restarted the cosmos and made more concubines and wives, not the Lords of Night, and Light.” Said Alteer.
“I must admit… you lot are right.” I said forking my food… it taste of cardboard… but that was not their fault.
It hurts to see them… my heart is still raw, even after so long…. I had *five* mates, and I *will not* heal this wound. I am able to…
I am the one who writes the rules.
I can edit them, contradict myself as I please, and conjure whatever I want… and as much as I *don’t* want to police myself, I am the only one who can.
I swallowed my pity party.
“Don’t look so blue Grandfather Time.” Said Xaxas.
“Really?” I said with a raised brow, but he put Zulliba in my arms.
“Granpa!” Zulliba giggled.
She really is his good little dragon… She does not understand fully my actions, but she didn’t care. She saw her grandpa was down, and wanted to cheer me up. Harmony came, and gave me Zohlliba and Zairiel.
For them, I know I still looked sad, but not as sorrowful as I was.
“Little ones!” I beamed. “Say, make some more meat plates, I see those little fangs!”
…. I… I believe I relearned something I’d forgotten…. They may no longer be here… but they live on in a way, inside each mortal ever made… and that this is enough. It hurt a little less holding those three little ones. They will do great things.
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