"Where can I find the rest?"
I ask Desedoma with great seriousness in my voice, his answer was quick, it would seem he wish to appease me, and if this continues I might just reward him, you see I want to experiment on the living organisms on this planet.
I am quite curious, if not eager to see how these third-dimensional beings react to my cells, they could make worthy pawns, and with Black Box pocket dimension, maybe I can even start a cult there, to increase my power with the aid of Mantra.
But as I thought about this Desedoma began to speak, saying as such.
"There exist ten of these keys, my lord, but several of them are sealed and located in various parts of the village, and three of them are lost throughout history."
At this explanation, my eyes shifted in annoyance, but this wasn't enough to stop me, instead, I look at Desedoma and said as such.
"Desedoma, I believe that you will help me right, you did say I am your master, of course, I believe in the saying hand wash hand, help me retrieve the other keys so we can unseal my mate, if you agree to help me, I shall rebirth you a new."
When Desedoma heard this, his eye opened up in exalting glee, his usual smile filled with insanity, was now that of awe, and reverence towards my unearthly existence.
He did it, he appease me, and as such I shall reward him with a gift like no other, for the fall of this world, for the birth of my children, for the grand purpose of my existence, and the start of a new era.
I shall make Desdoma my first Apostle.
Lost in thought he was, I could see it, but time was of the essence, so I look at him again, announcing for the last time.
"Desedoma, I need your answer, speak now and forever hold your peace, are you with me, or are you against me, I won't force you, but still this will be my only offer."
I said in a neutral tone, maintaining my calm demeanor, Desedoma himself look like he reach his final answer, as tears of glee leaked from his sockets, his answer wasn't exaggerated, it was a simple nod that followed with a reply.
"Yes my lord, please take me to the promised land."
I smile with satisfied contentment, showing my shark-like teeth with the pleasure of self-satisfaction, the moon looks down upon me, and I could feel its hate and malice, bathing me in its ire.
'Vweerrry Goood, I hope you are watching you Scarlet asshole, this village, this religion, and your non-euclidean form, I'm going to destroy it all, and claim my reward, from this moment on, I'm waging war, you keep me from my mate, now I will keep you from your purpose, let's see who is fitter to be God, you or me, the battle of the Unknown is now in motion.'
With this declaration, my child-like form began to distort and spread into an incomprehensible shape, flooding the ground with my flesh and blood, creating a sea of a hellish black mire of bulging veins, and pulsating with exotic vigor of such foreign origins, the scent of blood and fish filling the air was noticeable.
It wasn't long before, countless amount of veins, tendons, and many squid-like tentacles encompasses Desedoma's being, he was smiling with glee, as he was in a state of euphoria unexplainable by words, slowly sinking into the homogeneity of tentacles that was my body in its rawness.
Eventually, my flesh completely churn him into raw meat, as he was being eaten from the inside out, and vice-versa, this wasn't injecting cells, no I was getting rid of all the old organs, and rebuilding him into a new species entirely, fusing both his draconic genomes and my own, along with the Kyjuchillia genomes as well.
I was building him, stronger, faster, smarter, and way more durable, and it wasn't going to end there either, no this was just the beginning of a nameless cult, one that rule with fear, one that rule with cruelty, one that rule for the sole purpose of world domination to ensure our survival.
All kingdoms will fall under one rule; as this world is ours for the taking, our hunting ground, as such we are its true inhabitants, and everything else is nothing but mere resources.
I am not evil, no I am just an organism trying to live, I am the inevitable, the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning, let's start our story here, one of family, one of love, one of purpose, and one of destruction.
To all my children and descendants unborn ye all may be, but let this message be passed on for generations to come, the meaning of life is to reproduce and spread, to create more spawns of darkness, born from the womb of insanity.
To this world, and all other worlds to come we are a sore that itches the natural order, but like a sore, we shall spread and infect, this isn't chaos this is survival, this is the purpose, this is the meaning of life.
And after this planet is devoid of resources, we shall all move to the next planet, and after that planet, we shall move on to another, then another, till the universe becomes ours alone, the stars will blink out, and we shall remain till their nothing left, there will come a time when we will be forced to cannibalism, but that's just survival.
This would be the way I would live my life from now on, I care not for others, but for my own, but I also think all life is equal, the world is equal, and the universe is equal, if my worshipers, my servants, and my children, and yes even my wife were to die then it just means they were weak, it is no different from an ants death, or anyone else death, and yes even my death would be counted, it is a harsh belief, but this is the fact of life, this is reality, if I lose everything, then it just means I was too weak to defend and protect what I love, I have no one but to blame but myself.
Life in itself is a very unforgiving concept, to live is to devour or to be devoured, it is as simple as that, there is no need to add such complexity to such simplicity, this is what it means to go beyond the superficial, for that reason all things are equal, you or I, and that's why I shall ensure that I am at the top of the pecking order.
I shall be the witness to everyone's story sad, tragic, happy, vengeful, or heroic, we live in a world where everyone is the main character, and everyone is a side character, the hero or the villain, and let's keep it at that.
It takes two to make an argument, but one to make a story; In my story, I'm the hero, in your story I'm the villain, in my story you're the villain, and in your story, I'm the hero, conflicts are perspectives, good and evil is perspective, hence fort it is equal.
One day I will have to beat loneliness, if I am truly immortal, then my goal is to be free from needs and wants, and to embrace true self-satisfaction, however, that is still billions if not trillions of years from now, so until I transcend all meaning, I shall learn, I shall adapt, and evolve.
These were just my inner monologue, but I stand here to be a witness, a witness to new life, a witness to the sequel of Desedoma, now then my apostle what will your story be and how great will it collide with mine?
[Inside Regulus Dungeon]
[??? POV]
A skinny man that was mostly bone kneeled on his knees, his hands clapping together as he recites his lord's prayer.
"I pray to the mother of darkness la Nigguratha, for a desire, a fools wish, I offer a liver for pence, mother of the beginning, mother of the end, la Alpha-Omega, hear me, witness me, take pity of this mortal body, sing loud, sing high, sing with graciousness to your name."
"La Alpha, La Omega, sing with graciousness to your name, hear me, witness me, take pity on this mortal body, sing loud, sing high, sing with graciousness to your name - Hiura
"Hiura Elsiones, La Niggurtha."
These were the prays that I sing every day, for the past two thousand years, these were the prayers that keep me going, that keep me sane, that keeps me hopeful, I am a firm believer in our fallen Goddess the mother of ethereal pleasures, creator of the flesh, the pleasure of the flesh, destroyer of the flesh.
I sang high in hope, in faith, in love, in admiration, I am the last priest of the Lord, our Goddess, and our greatest belief.
My name is Ethan Janry Osarana, of the fallen and destroyed Osarana family, we originally belong to a cult, a cult to the enlighten that stems way back to a heritage reining from several thousand years ago.
We are the descendants of the first original worshippers of the true Goddess of the Black Woods, however, we were wiped out for worshipping the Goddess.
Heretics they call us.
Fallen is what they see us.
Blind and disgusting is how they describe us.
But they are the blind ones, they are the stupid ones, before there was the false God, the Scarlet Wonder, there exist a being of old, ancient, and primordial heritage, a great elder one, the mother of darkness, the mother of a thousand young, she who true name once strike fear in the mortal world.
"Praise Echidna!"
"Hail Echidna!"
"Long live Echidna!"