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Currently on chapter: 122 - by the end of today it will be 124, I started a new... rather interesting arc for those that know of the mythos and it's ramifications.
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Ever since I had defeated the Overlord... something didn't feel right, and I couldn't shake this feeling that something had somehow changed, for the worse, my body wouldn't stop trembling at night, where I would wake up sweating from pure fear about something I had yet to see, feeling as if somebody was staring at me while I sleep, like a hunter studying his prey. Watching me with delirious intensity, in shock, I would always wake up, frantically looking around, but as always.. I would fight there was no one near me, and still... the feeling of pure terror, would not go away. It would simply grow, and eat my sanity away… whatever it was, made me feel like a kid hiding under the bed, scared of the monster inside his closet.
I didn't like this feeling, not one bit, I had felt powerless before, but this… this sensation of hopelessness, of despair crawling up my spine, of terror invading my mind, affecting my way of thinking, I didn't like, I didn't like it at all.
"I need to get out of here," I muttered, opening the door of my room, ready to teleport out of there, I needed some air, some space from all this, I started to cast the spell, to open a gate to Asgard, when suddenly I felt something touching me followed by the sound of a terrifying shriek, the feeling was gastly and in fright I flinched so hard I nearly fell, the spell had been broken, and the feeling of despair had only intensified.
I… I was going crazy, that had to be it, why else would I feel and hear things that by no means, were there…. No… that was a lie I was telling myself, I knew this was someone or something messing with me, probably something ancient, perhaps Tartarus, coming to get what I had stolen from his realm, or perhaps it was Lucifer, that was angry for what I had done around here, whoever or whatever it was, I just couldn't take it anymore, "I AM DONE!" I screamed tears of both agony and stress raining down my eyes, for weeks this feeling had been tormenting me without a break, shattering my inner peace and my reality into nothing, "If you came to kill me… have the decency of doing it with your own hands,"
"Kill… you?" A low almost hissing like voice whispered to my ear, this feeling… it came from this… being behind me, "Why… w-would I do that?" the demonic entity chuckled, as he licked my ear, I wanted to scream, to move, to fight back…. I wanted to die like a warrior, and yet, I couldn't move a single muscle,, and it wasn't because of magic like with Loki, and it also wasn't like this creature behind was using for to contain me… no, I was afraid, like I had never been before, I felt helpless, more so than ever. My eyes were wide, my whole body was shaking, I was hyperventilating… my heart was beating in my chest, as if it was trying to break out of my body, I Adam Aragon, was too afraid to look behind me, afraid of what I might encounter if I turned, keeping some sense of naivety that if I didn't see the best, maybe it wasn't there, a stupid thought, but one that for some reason I was clinging into, like my life depended on it.
"A-afraid?" The monsters muttered, "Don't be… why would I kill my child, flesh of my flesh," as the monster said this, something that could only be described as a tentacles touched my face, and forced me to look back, where a instead of finding a beast, I found a man, with a suit, and a deranged smile, "Hello, son…"
A man, a human looking man… and yet, the terror, the feeling of despair… none of that, went away, in fact… it felt worse, I knew this "man" persona was a fake, my whole body knew that this body I was seeing was nothing but a suit that served to trick others, and right now… I wished it served to trick me, "I-I- wh-what d-do y-y-you want?!" I shuddered, all my will power, and the one sentence I can articulate was… that of a child about to pass out, so much power and yet I felt powerless
"Many things," The man smiled, his eyes devoid of every emotion, keeping but one… madness that made Loki feel like a sane person, "But today, I wanted to meet you… my son,"
"W-who are y-you?" I asked, concentrating in singular thought to push through this scene, Hestia, she was my rock, and she would be sad if I died, so I had to live.
"Your father, your creator, but many know me as the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep and you are my son… my new gate," Nyarlathotep answered.
Nyarlathotep…. Why was a Lovecraftian outer god here, this was… no, that wasn't the question… why was he saying he was my dad…. It wasn't… the fear, the faces of everyone knowing who knew who it was… and their fear to him… it made sense, "You… are my father?" I spoke with clarity, somehow pushing my fear aside.
"Yes, I handpicked Leto for this experiment… I needed a new son, a new functional gate… and you… you have exceeded my expectations," Nyarlathotep smiled, and I took a moment to absorb the implications of what he was saying, he was my father… This monster known in the books for his psychopathic,sadistic, ruthless, lunatic, maniacal, manipulative, tendencies who wants nothing but chaos and anarchy wherever he goes, as well as reveling in the suffering of others was my dad… "Now, there is a reason beyond… visiting you… you see, while your progress is… rather admirable, I think I have to speed things up a bit, it's time to awaken the outer beast inside of you," he laughed, his body changing into a grotesque and terrifying form, one that woud haunt me for the years to come.