The Primordial Record

Chapter 2127  The Lie of Your Form

The six Ancient Primordials paused for a moment, and when they saw that in that moment, Eos had crushed hundreds of Origin Forces as he was no longer going slow. Whatever warning he gave them was seen as trickery to hold them back as they rushed towards him, the entirety of the Hollow shaking from the combined weight of their fury, especially Elgorath and Nyxara, whose aura was something exceeding the limits of a Primordial.

They crossed the line, and Eos sighed, and in that moment, he set aside the status of the Grand Creator and the father of multitude, and he shook away the shackles of his flesh since there was no longer any need to pretend any longer.

On the page of his Primordial Record, the Singularity had a peculiar name for Eos present state. It was called The Lie of His Form, suggesting that the body that everyone knows was a lie, a facade made by Eos to hide what he truly was. He was something old… something new… and something that has never been seen before would be seen again.

The six Primordials had barely crossed the line he had drawn when they were blasted back as Eos tore off The Lie of His Form, and what remained was the truth.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, Eos had just been a young Omniversal Titan and had not reached his full potential, but feeding upon the essence of nearly every Origin Force in Existence had pushed him to the peak of this level.

On his throne was not a man but a shifting mass of prismatic shadows that ate light, with too many joints folded into angles that shouldn’t exist, and where his face should be was nothing. Just a suggestion of features, like a dream’s afterimage burned into the air.

Then all of that chaos reassembled itself into a being made up of countless streams of light in the shape of a man, with vast wings that hovered behind him and a crown. This being sat on his throne like a king, with one hand folded under his chin as if to support his head as he looked down at the Primordials, like a ruler looking down on ants.

His crown blazed above him, a halo of broken dimensions, each shard a window to all the crimes committed against Existence. In one shard, a Reality burned, in another, a pantheon screamed, in a third, a single child watched its parents die for the ten-millionth time. All of the countless sins against all life that had ever been were reflected on his crown, and Eos was to be the judge, the jury, and the executioner.

And in every shard, Eos saw himself reflected back, but the Reflections never matched. Each showed a different monster wearing his shape.

“They’re coming,” whispered the voices in his blood. They were the dead divinities, immortals, and the countless gods and mortals he had slain, their whispers now a hive mind nesting in his veins. “Six of them… two Eternals… All of them, falling into the abyss that is your hunger. They are fools… they should be bowing before your glory, and yet they resist the inevitable. They shall suffer and die.”

“I know,” Eos said.

His voice was no longer a voice, and it was a good thing that it was only the Ancient Primordials who were here to hear him, else even his Primordial Children would have been injured by his voice that resembled a chorus of dying dimensions, each word a little closer to silence. When he spoke, the operation of Existence at the edge of hearing simply stopped, like a song interrupted mid-note, and the sky above the Hollow, if it could be called sky, split open, but instead of seeing the ten thousand realms above, what could be seen were vast scales, each one large enough to carry a Reality upon it.

In the last few moments as the Ancient Primordials fully entered the Hollow, Eos had slowly surrounded the entirety of it with the body of his Origin Ourorboros.

In the beginning, when Eos had gained this form after his evolution, he did not understand what was happening to him and thought that his consciousness was not able to fully encapsulate what it was to become an Omniversal Titan.

Only recently did he understand that his body was already bridging the gap that had been created inside Existence, and he was accessing Parallel Realities, but he did not understand only because the necessary tool needed for him to understand had been taken away from the painting by End, and now that Eos knew the truth, he did not need to change the Painting, he could just link with the Parallel parts of himself that his vast body had unconsciously dragged to his side hundreds of millions of years ago.

Eos existed in many parallel realities, but his body here was the central body, the one with the most power that was so vast it drew upon all of himself spread across the Parallel Realities, and they were fused into his crown and his wings, to serve him forever.

If not for the fact that the Parallel Realities were always expanding, Elgorath would not have much to attack him with, and if the Ancient Primordial or the Luminious wearing his skin had tried to attack Eos with more power from the Parallel Realities, he would find there was no more weakness to exploit.

Eos had left a few weaknesses behind to draw in the prey, and now that he no longer had to lie about who he was, he had collected back every weakness.

This form of Eos sitting on a throne of stone was so impactful that all the Ancient Primordial froze, they could hear the whispers from his crown, and a part of them knew that this was the Truth! They should be bowing and begging for mercy before the might of Omniversal Titan… the Eclipsed Creator himself, and yet they still thought of resisting?

A powerful scream that shook the Hollow suddenly burst out from Elgorath; it was not a cry that could emerge from any being born inside this present Existence because it contained the scream of every being that had been forgotten, every god whose name had faded from the last worshiper’s tongue, every love that had died unmourned. This was the cry of a Luminious who had seen countless Existences being born and destroyed, and he remembered the memories of all of them. At this moment, Elgorath released a level of power that dwarfed all of Ancient Primordials combined, and this sound hit Eos like a physical force, slamming into his chest, causing Existence to shatter around him and sending him hurtling backwards through several dimensional layers, even before his body was pushed back several miles.

The sound of his body shattering Existence was haunting, and then he flexed his wings, and the heavy pushing force on his body was negated, causing him to begin slowing down as shockwaves of pure force blasted from his back. The Wings of the Omniverse had unfolded, and when they shattered the force of memory around him, they circled him before raising up above him, almost like a cobra raising its hood.

His wings caused Existence itself to peel open, revealing what lay beneath, as each feather was a Reality dying in slow motion, and they tug upon the fabrics of Existence until it was stretched to breaking.

Finally, the impossible blast against him from Elgorath dissipated, and Eos stopped.