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On the other side where The creator God was sitting on his seat.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the bloodlust disappeared.
But that look left his skinny face soon as he held his waist.
"ss," he let out a hissing sound as if he was hurt.
He raised his head to stare at the empty palace hall in front of him.
No one was there.
He sighed again.
"Yeah, this seems like a fitting death for me."
He did so much for who knows how many light years for all the worlds and universes he ruled over trying to maintain balance, and fend off the greedy other gods from them, only for him to be backstabbed like this.
He could only stay there and wait for his life force to slowly dissipate.
Cayn's face got in his mind.
He regretted not being able to protect Cayn's world, which gave him so much pain.
He regretted not being able to heal his scared heart which became as cold as ice.
It has been a while since even his visions started going awry.
And it didn't take long for the others to find out, even the traitor, and for everyone to turn on him.
Cayn wouldn't do that. As much as he was silent, as much as he didn't show emotions to him Cayn was always there to cover for him and help him.
It seems like in the end, he was the one healed by Cayn, as he started losing his purpose for this immortal life being a good ruler in front of that man was enough to live in pride.
But he couldn't do the same for him.
He was at least Glad, that the prophecy of his woman was real even tho he didn't tell him he must have figured it out.
He was glad she would be standing by his side as Cayn did to himself.
But now it has come to an end.
He still had a lot of regrets, and especially fury and anger for that traitor.
Especially, after finding he was the cause, the six supreme ran rampant in Cayn's first world.
He was the cause, many races and beings lived a life harsher than hell.
He was the fault, a weak race, a weak being, and a creature, had to fight through it all to survive.
He wasn't aware, nor could he ask forgiveness of the souls of the lost.
He was negligent.
He raised his eyes to the roof, deciding to ask forgiveness for a very last time.
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The light blinded Diana and the others for a moment.
But after a few seconds of feeling nothing had happened to their bodies, they opened their eyes.
The man stood there staring awkwardly at his hand, confused.
It was just obvious this man was about to kill them.
But he wasn't, he only wanted to hold them as hostages in case Cayn snaps back but he couldn't even do that for some reason.
They all turned to face Cayn including him.
Cayn's figure was shattering as if it was bugging from the real world.
"Cayn?" Asked the man with a quiet and respectful voice.
"Cayn are you there?" He kept asking nervously.
"It's me, Raphael, your oldest friend." Speaking as he explained himself. "You know that I would never hurt your family right?"
"Cayn?"
The longer it took for Cayn to answer, the wider his evil smile appeared.
The creator gods and beings who stood with Raphael also started easing up their tension.
They didn't come here just to check on Cayn's breakdown.
But rather to start it. Knowing the creator God reserved for so long was dying due to the plot of his dearest friend.
Cayn who has always been on drugs to control his anger wouldn't be able to hold it. Taking that drug to ease his bloodlust and coldness so he could be more human.
Just like what happened before he can just erase everything if he truly lost his mind.
But they knew of his family gathering, which was their trump card.
As long as they had them He would never end it all.
This was all a gamble. After all, facing Cayn with his power or not, was always a gamble.
As long as he had those eyes. Those eyes could see through all.
but they didn't come alone.
A massive number of gods, angels devils demons, and every kind of race under The ranked Creator gods siding with Raphael were making their way here.
All to hold Cayn. All, to at least seal him.
They waited for so long.
They waited for him to create his weakness.
His human family.
And lastly the death of his ruler.
And then facing the strength of the entire beings who rule all the realms
The creator Gods, even the strongest two.
Ruling with pure strength rather than intellect.
The creator God, the primordial death and war.
The creator God, the primordial chaos.
These two and their followers were also making their way here.
Raphael convinced them that he should meet Cayn first.
But that was only to make him break faster and hold control over him first.
But now because of his bloodlust, Raphael doesn't have much time.
The others must be running over to here.
With the creator God, the primordial wisdom has gone.
Only Cayn stood in their way.
Only Cayn.
Unknowingly to everyone Cayn was in another place spiritually.
A place even those who had control over souls couldn't control nor reach.
Cayn's eyes were something envied by all, but no one truly cared as you have to be as suicidal as Cayn to put them in use.
After all, what was the use of seeing how your opponent used his power?
And Cayn only used it on stronger opponents. In order to use power like them, he didn't care how it affected his body.
But they didn't know.
Cayn was also seeing the essence of the power itself.
That's why it didn't take him longer than the fight itself to figure it out.
And what's had done, before going berserk, was imitate the creator God and the primordial wisdom as he regained enough power.
It has also been a few months since he closed on himself that he started feeling something calling him.
And knowing his family was coming he decided to give it a try. Merely to see the faces they would make when they see his woman for the first time.
But who would have thought he would see, his friend of so many years appearing in front of him, breaking down to him how he was the cause of the mess in his world, how he stabbed his king, holding his woman and his family while he couldn't unleash his true power just yet.
Cayn grew mad.
Because after all, what was he waiting for?
Why was he taking his time to do so?
He unleashed his power.
He controlled it but couldn't only control his anger.
Only for his soul to be called.
By whom.
He had the answer as he stood before the light.
And he also finally had the answer to the questions he asked.
He was waiting for this answer.