Chapter 172: [Lirawern!]
In the highest heaven, there exists a prison. It was a prison made for people that were beyond the control of ordinary gods. It was made to hold the strongest of the strongest.
It was directly under the watch of the All Father. The King of All True Gods, the strongest of all of them.
Though in that prison, lived a man that was neither a prisoner, nor a God. He was a being that was both strongest and the weakest at the same time. For his life wasn’t his anymore. It didn’t belong to him from the moment he was born.
“Oh my dear, Lirawern. Are you okay? Have you been eating properly?” A woman in black asked, as she looked with concern at the guy with dead eyes.
Lirawern. The Fake God. The God of Irrationality.
Lirawern couldn’t speak but he nodded with difficulty. Held as a hostage for over hundreds of years, he had lost his rationality a long time ago. The sliver of sanity he had was a miracle conjured by the person in front of him.
The Enchantress. The Primordial Goddess of Night. The person who held this person under her wraps. And the reason? Uncover secrets at m|v|l|e|mp|y|r.
“My sweetheart. My beloved. Oh! Why are there so many restrictions on meeting us?” She asked with an enchanted smile as she looked at that young boy who was just bones and had barely any hope in his eyes.
She was madly in love with this guy. And the reason was…
“Did you know? I saw another Fate Weaver today. Though a Fate Weaver, he was nothing compared to you. In fact, there was not even a comparison. You could just blow and he will die. My darling… in my eyes, you are the only true Fate Weaver.
Nobody else has the right to take that from you,” she spoke in an ecstatic tone.
Her voice sent chills through the entire upper heaven, so much so that even the All Father didn’t dare to step out of his room today.
Lirawern simply stood there, not speaking anything, gazing at the Enchantress in front of her.
“Huh? Why are you not answering me? Do you not like this? I get it! Even you are disgusted to hear about the other Fate Weavers, huh? Don’t worry!
We will kill them all together and then, when you save this world, we will live eternally! Isn’t that wonderful?!!!”
The Enchantress smiled like a maniac as she looked at Lirawern, the God of Irrationality.
“Anyway. I brought you a gift today,” the Enchantress then clicked her fingers, and a man made of bones appeared in front of the two.
“Huh? Where am I-” And since he was confused, trying to look around, his eyes landed on the Enchantress, where he paused with his eyes turning darker.
And then pitch black blood began flowing out of his eyes, before he began screaming in agony. In deep pain,
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
It wasn’t just his body and mind, but his entire soul felt a crushing impact. One look at the Primordial, a being which he wasn’t supposed to see, and his entire existence started rejecting him.
-Click!
“I should leave. He is something you can destroy as many times as you want. Just don’t hit his fate lines at the center of his heart and brain. Next time I come, you should be able to defeat him within a second, okay? Love you, darling.”
The Enchantress spoke before getting close to Lirawern and kissing him. And then, after separating, she moved towards the dying skeletal inspector.
Touching his forehead, she then mumbled something and the body of that inspector began mutating at an insane rate.
“I have put his evolution to the max level. He should be at the peak of his species within a few minutes. Have fun!” The Enchantress spoke as she winked before vanishing from there, leaving only Lirawern there along with a barely alive inspector.
Lirawern stood there, making no moves as he stared at the space in front of him. His eyes were still lost in thought, dead as they were before.
And while he stayed still, the inspector mutated and mutated before finally reaching to the epitome of his existence, reaching the peak of his race in a single moment.
Lirawern felt the gaze from the inspector, making him slowly turn his head towards him. The inspector, who didn’t know what was going on, could barely keep himself in the right mind.
“What is… going on?” He asked Lirawern in a broken, ugly voice. His eyes, his mouth, his face, his body, even though they were his, they felt alien to him. His soul was something that could be said to be his and was also partially broken from the previous impact.
“I ASKD- WHAT IS GO… ING… ON?!!!!” And perhaps because his rationality was mostly out of control, he immediately jumped at Lirawern.
Though…
-Boom!
“Huh?” The skeletal guy saw himself flying away from Lirawern, while Lirawern was simply standing there.
-Whoosh!
Gaining momentum, he then stood again, before dashing at an insane speed towards Lirawern. But the result was…
-Booom!!
The same as before. The inspector couldn’t see what happened at all.
“Please… I am… tired already,” Lirawern spoke in an extremely melodious voice. One that may make even the Goddesses turn their heads around.
It seemed weak, but strong at the same time. And somehow… It sounded pitiful.
But the inspector was too far from being of a rational mind. His body and mind weren’t listening. His soul can feel that what he was doing was futile, but that’s all it could do. Feel it.
-BOOM!
-BOOM!
-BOOOM!
The noise kept ringing, over and over… over and over… over… and… over….
Until there was silence.
The inspector’s body finally broke down into pieces, barely able to hold together the attacks of Lirawern. And once that happened, it slowed down.
Lying on the floor, it began recollecting itself, reconstructing itself… and once done.
“Please stop this,” the inspector, who gained some sense of sanity, pleaded before he lost it again.
-BOOM!
And attacked with all his might again.
While Lirawern looked at the inspector with a pitiful gaze.
“I wish… I could,” is all he could speak in the end… as the futile battle continued to take place…
Until there was nothing.
