Will of chaos

“< Unholy Awakening >” (me)

His heart sinks, his eyes glow, a Stigma appears around his braves, his entire body changes, becoming more human, but a pair of wings appears on his face, and Berkeley hair appears on his head as he transforms into something closer to human. Even so, his eyes are still large and appear to be serpent-like.

His entire body is black, while red scales stand out more on his skin. His body is slender and thin, his height is also 2 meters, and his hair seems alive as it moves.

In fact, his body was close to me when he rose, floating in the sky, still undergoing these changes. The stigmas that appeared on his arms are serpent-like, almost seeming to move across his skin as if it were the most normal thing in the world. His Aura and presence change, the cursed energy that previously emitted by him becomes literally a Cursed Aura, almost imperceptible around him.

Her body was beautiful, but it meant little compared to something everyone here noticed: she had acquired the Anomalous power of Transformation-Creation, thus becoming like Davoth, possessing both types of Anomalous power.

“(I feel like throwing up…)” (me)

I felt horrible, my senses were flashing, and my head was pounding like a train had run over it.

“This isn’t what I expected… but it’ll do…” (Yaffe)

“Stop wasting time. If you’ve already achieved what you wanted, then focus here. It looks like it’s about to begin.” (Sarazar)

“…” (me)

Everyone looked at Sarazar before turning to the petrified tree. The Serpent, sleeping, coiled around the tree, suddenly opened its eyes. But what was inside weren’t snake eyes. They were two wells of scarlet light from which two symbols emerged. They leaped with power. One of the symbols was a half-skull mask with two horns on top, the other was a dark purple sound.

The two symbols collided with the petrified tree as the Serpent crawled into the tree, causing pulsating red veins to appear throughout the tree, reaching its branches, where streams began to grow. They were two types of fruits. One was perfectly round and purple, emitting hot purple flames filled with cursed energy. Meanwhile, the other fruit was oval and emitted a thick, cold black mist around it. The two fruits pulsed in sync with the veins that grew on the tree.

“What’s going on here…?” (Me)

“I think I’d better explain. From now on, your power is more necessary.” (Sarazar)

“Thank you.” (Lolth)

Lolth walked to where Yaffe was slowly lowering after the transformation. Her eyes were clear as she watched Lolth approach her.

Lolth’s every step was followed by multiple Runes and lines of Concept energy intertwining until she caught Yaffe in her arms as if she were a feather. Yaffe’s energy emanated from her body, her energy and Aura merging into the image of a three-headed Serpent with wings.

“< Original Rebirth Ritual: Mother’s Embrace >” (Lolth)

The ritual Lolth was creating was different from what I knew. It wasn’t a magic circle of any kind, but a stream formed by intertwining lines and runes that ran through Yaffe’s body, then passed through the Three-Headed Serpent, with her within the stream adding her own energy to the flow that flowed into the petrified tree.

The red veins pulsing in the tree glowed golden, flowing ever deeper into the fruit. The power coursing through the veins then glowed even brighter, golden patterns forming on the fruit.

“What’s going on here?” (me)

“Yaffe wanted to impress you. She destroyed the Curse Factory, and she also saved those trapped here, whether they were alive or dead.” (Sarazar)

“She used my power to nourish the dead using this horrible ritual. Now she’s using Lolth’s power to give them new life.” (Sarazar)

“This is insanity. It would have been better to destroy the ritual and free the Souls.” (Ronan)

“Why?” (Me)

“Because you’re creating an entire race whose power is focused on curses and miasma, see.” (Ronan)

Ronan nodded to the fruits, and it was undeniable that 65% or 70% of the fruits were surrounded by an increasingly intense miasma, the rest possessing an increasingly concentrated cursed power.

“Curse must have realized what you’re doing. Do you think Krimus withdrew because of your fight?” (Ronan)

“He must have already been informed about all this. He withdrew so that his fight wouldn’t interfere with what you’re doing.” (Ronan)

“Why would he do that? Could this Entity be looking to attack when it’s all over to steal the fruits?” (me)

“Perhaps so, but even if you do nothing now, these races will still exist. Over time and with the passing of generations, their numbers will increase, perhaps even evolve even further than that, but the fact will not change: they are two perfect races to become Avatars of the Curse.” (Ronan)

“I see. You’re not thinking about the present, you’re thinking about the future.” (Sarazar)

“Avatars can die, they can become inadequate, and they can also break down because they can’t stand the Concept of the Entities. Finding Avatar candidates is difficult for all Entities; some are prepared for this from birth without even knowing it.” (Ronan)

“The Avatar of War is a perfect and well-known example of this. He was a great warrior, and with each death, his Soul was guided to be reborn into families of warriors, soldiers, and fighters thousands of times, all to forge a unique Soul and prepare him to finally become a prime Avatar of War.” (Ronan)

“Famine also made extensive preparations using the Anomalous Dragons, if you’re using your logic.” (Sarazar)

“Forever is too long. Even if I protect these races, time will pass, and sooner or later someone from these races will fall into the hands of Curse, an eternal harvest for her.” (me)

“Curse might even try to forge agreements with you. Of course, she’ll wait a few centuries for this current conflict between you to cool down enough to not interfere with her decision-making process.” (Ronan)

“…” (me)

To think that an Entity would think this far ahead, I don’t like it. The Curse Entity is basically using me like a farmer planting crops to be harvested for her to enjoy.

The worst part is that there’s nothing I can do that’s remotely acceptable. I can’t even be sure how my mind will work in 10 or 20 years, and I have even less of an idea of how my thinking will be in 100 years.

I could simply destroy these fruits and kill these two races at the root from the start. This would prevent the Curse Entity from one day being able to extend its claws to these races, since they would no longer exist. But that’s something I would never do. A mass extinction of an innocent race simply out of fear of what might become. That would be the Baby Hitler Paradox; I wouldn’t be able to kill the innocent for what they never did.

Sigh.

I look at Lolth, who has her eyes closed. Her power, Aura, is controlling this golden energy. I can feel the various signs of life within the fruits. I can feel Wills arising and falling on my Star Path. It seems these two races are close to finally being born.

“What are you going to do now?” (Ronan)

“What else? I’ll let things take their course. All I can do is raise these races in a curse-based culture that’s geared toward something good. It won’t prevent what will inevitably happen in the future, but at least it’s something good.” (me)

“You two think too much about the future. Even if a few people go over to Curse’s side, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, for us, at least, it will be a good thing. It assures us that the Curse Entity won’t be antagonistic toward us.” (Sarazar)

“She can create a colony of her own for these races beneath her; they won’t need us.” (me)

“Even so, the origin of the two races will be in our hands. Every civilization and race in existence seeks its origins, that’s why Lolth is doing this.” (Sarazar)

“That’s it, Divine Power? You’re creating an Essence for Yaffe?” (me)

“Yes, we’ll make her an Anomalous Goddess, so these two races will be linked to her from the root of their origins.” (Sarazar)

“So that ends all this…” (me)

Sigh.

I sigh as I hand over Raakoy’s Holy body to Sarazar to hold, then fall back, letting exhaustion take over. I was in a really bad state, so I’ll just let it all unfold.

“What is this? Why doesn’t it have a Soul?” (Sarazar)

“This is Raakoy’s body. I want to know if, even without a Soul, he still has some level of connection to the Curse.” (Me)

“I don’t…” (Sarazar)

Suddenly, Sarazar’s presence changes, his eyes become colder and his posture transforms to become calmer. The Concept around him seems to be the Soul itself as it envelops Raakoy’s Holy body before he begins to speak in Cortana’s voice.

“All of the Curse’s influence is gone, but a new curse has formed within the body. You just haven’t felt it because you created it. It still seems incomplete.” (Cortana)

“Thank you for checking…” (Me)