Will of chaos

Chapter 1937: Cap 1933: What’s going on!?

Pov ??? (Avatar of Hate):

I couldn’t remember what had happened. All I could remember was a horrendous pain that seemed to tear at my Soul. The pain and agony made my mind go blank.

Now everything seemed different. I looked at my hands. They were undamaged, but my things were different. The gloves on my hands had disappeared, as had the sleeves on my arms. Space was also fragile, as if it had just repaired itself.

“What happened to me?” (Me)

“(A side effect of his birth, echoes of his predecessor still present in his Soul and Existential Spark.)” (Hatred)

“Was that the pain he felt?” (Me)

“(No, it was worse due to the negative influence of the Infernal Grimoire.)” (Hatred)

“Will this happen again…?” (me)

“(No, your body, Soul, and even your mind have managed to adapt to me. The only dangerous moment is the first time I incarnate within you.)” (Hatred)

“…” (me)

I was relieved to know I wouldn’t have to go through such agony again. Just once is enough to never want it again. It was as if everything in me was being torn apart until nothing remained. It wasn’t just pain, it was pain in its entirety, as vast as my existence, as deep as my Existential Spark, and as unbearable as absolute eradication.

“(Begin the ritual!)” (Hatred)

“Yes, as your will commands.” (me)

I take a deep breath, then slit my wrists, letting the blood flow in rivers that fall onto the crystal ring, dyeing it dark red, while I release the Grudge Crystals I’ve gathered, using my Aura to bind them throughout the ring.

Finally, I pull out two skulls. One was pure white with soft green lines running through it, like plants, emitting a sense of vitality. The other was black with straight, gray, angular lines running through it, emitting a presence of mortality.

These are the refined skulls of a Goddess of Life and a Goddess of Death, two pillars of the irreplaceable ritual.

I cast the two skulls. The skull of life sits above the Black Sun, while the skull of death sits below. At this moment, my blood stops flowing as the last drop penetrates the ring around the Black Sun.

With everything ready, I stand in a meditation position with my fingertips together. All my Concept of Hatred flows into my palms, continually refined as more of my Concept is channeled. I continue this for two days before stopping.

“My lord, the opening of a portal in the outer area has been detected.” (Xande)

“(They came, they must have noticed what I was doing since that spawn of Hell is right next to them.)” (Hate)

“They really came, I thought they wouldn’t dare.” (Me)

I had already received warnings and orders from Hate about outside interference. Hate explained to me the different approaches that could be taken against us, from their plan being my elimination to the possibility of the target being the Universal Core, these two targets being the most likely.

The Universal Core has already been refined, and they don’t know our true purpose. They still think it’s about dominating this and other universes dominated by the Ascended. All along, they haven’t realized the truth that dominating these universes is a secondary objective.

I was prepared for this occasion, and from my clothes emerged a square crystal emanating Spatial power as well as the Concept of Hatred. I also made five bone puppets float while drops of my blood flowed into them, making them take on my appearance.

“Take this Summoning crystal and bring these copies of me to the indicated positions. Have the Templars of Hatred guard this central area.” (Me)

“As you command, your grace.” (Xande)

Darkness rises like flames around him as the five clones disappear along with the square crystal held by his dark claws. After being transformed into a Shadow of Eternal Hatred, Xande has become much stronger. All the preparation my predecessor did with him was worth it, I just didn’t expect that being present would trigger the changes.

“They arrived earlier than expected; I haven’t even activated the ritual yet.” (Me)

“(The Concept channeling was enough, begin the ritual. Once it’s started, it’ll be hard for even them to stop.)” (Hatred)

“Do you think they can stop my clones, stop the army of resentment, and even get past the Templars of Hatred to get here?” (me)

“(They have many Avatars, their strength cannot be underestimated, especially the Bringer of Chaos.)” (Hatred)

“(Now don’t waste time and activate the Ritual!)” (Hatred)

“As you wish.” (me)

I still can’t understand why Hate is so cautious around the Bringer of Chaos. Even though his strength is truly formidable, this only puts him on the level of Avatars. His Chaos power isn’t that useful against my Concept of Hate.

The ones who would truly be a nuisance are those Avatars of the two new Entities. Their powers are unknown to me, and therefore they are dangerous, since I don’t know if they can do anything against the ritual because of the two skulls.

I take a deep breath of the heavy energy of the surroundings, my Aura guiding the Infernal Grimoire to stand in front of me, where it slowly opens. My Aura is constantly corroded while my Soul seems to be scraped by this Grimoire as it slowly opens its pages over several seconds.

I could even feel my body begin to tremble when I reached the correct part of the Infernal Grimoire. On one side were the texts written in runic circles, while on the other page was a representation of an egg inside a sphere, surrounded by a ring chained to the sphere, two skulls positioned above and below.

An exact example of what has already been done. I really don’t understand even half of what is written here, and it would be impossible to accomplish this with my own abilities alone, but most of it has already been done by Hatred. All I needed was to position the martial artists as indicated and now activate the ritual.

“< □●□○■○■●■■□□□ >” (me)

“< ○○●□□□□○○● >” (me)

“< ■■■■□□□●●□□□●●●○○○○○ >” (me)

I began to provide not words, but sounds in a specific rhythm, intonation, and volume that needed to be pronounced in very specific sequences using my Concept along with my Will in concert.

Each note was strange and seemed to crush, burn, and tear my Soul as it was spoken. Each sound seemed to mold the refined energy of the Concept between my fingers until only a flaming Rune remained, one that seemed to hold a sinister presence even to me, the creator of this thing.

“< Infernal Ritual of the Fallen: Cradle of the Unspeakable Taboo >” (me)

“< Between Life and Death, Hatred Is Born >” (me)

While the incantations were sounds impossible to comprehend, the last parts were spoken not only with my voice; the heavy voice of my Entity joined mine, carrying an overwhelming Authority, as if renouncing all taboos to fulfill its will. ᴛʜs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛʀ s ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛ ʙʏ NoveI-Fire.et

The Infernal Rune that had formed between my fingers soon gave way to a silhouette that formed around him. It was a humanoid silhouette with no features other than the four horns on his head, the large ears larger than those of an elf, drooping, and the pair of demonic wings along with his long tail.

On his chest was the same Infernal Rune burning within him. I could feel the power of Hatred condensing within him.

“??… ????…” (???)

I heard a voice and words near me, but I didn’t have the time or concentration to worry about them. My mind and will were focused solely on the task at hand. My body was already riddled with open wounds thanks to the energy emanating from the Infernal Grimoire. This damned book was trying to tear my body apart and steal my Soul while I was weakened.

I let the book do what it will; the power of Hatred will protect me. Even if Hell’s power is infinite in depth, it wasn’t Hell in my hands; it was merely an Artifact created from its wisdom, and therefore inferior to Hell itself.

With my final words, I parted my hands. The small thing that had been floating seemed to wake up, flying out as if it had escaped from a cage. It then flew directly into the center of the Black Sun, without touching the ring around it or the chains extending to the center of the Black Sun. It thus entered the light at its center, which glowed brightly with green, red, and purple lights until it formed into an egg that sent a wave of flaming miasma in all directions.

Soon, the two granites are activated. A white light containing boundless life falls like a waterfall onto the black sun. Then, an ethereal energy rises from the black skull as if trying to lift the underworld into the heavens until it reaches the Black Sun below. The ring around it also begins to spin rapidly as fluctuations of reality power appear, distorting the space around it.

“What’s going on!?” (Me)

I turn to Xande, angrily and wearily. The flaming shadow was the one bothering me as I performed my task. Meanwhile, I slammed the book shut, returning it to my waist.