Dharit stared at the cross, speechless.
The atmosphere is heavy, melancholic, despaired.
The birth of the newborn causes innumerable errors for the reality itself.
The third impulse was created by the tears of the essences, the knowledge tears that the existence lives everyday.
The essences are the highest level of the first creation of the reality.
Divided in three different types.
The third type, the last one, it's called: The Ethereal Punishers.
They're the last type, the executors of the existences.
These entities lives for punish the existences under theirs levels.
The original form of the delirium lord, it's the newborn of the end.
Instead Dharit, it's part of the second section of the reality: the existences.
He is part of the first type of existence: The Rebellion.
The Rebellion type is the highest level of existence of the reality, omniscient and destructive.
When two omniscient are faced each other, the existences wants to survive to the wrath of the essences.
Two type of supremes creatures, where the only thing that divide them is the soul and the inhumanity.
A shining star in the sky that wants to survive to the stars-eaters.
The body of the newborn was in front of Dharit's eyes, his palms and foots was pierced and bloody, crucifix on the cross while the black snake crawled on his body.
On the cross, there is a sentences incised.
"The third impulse, the oracle of truth, the destructor and the creator".
The bloody eyes of the snake stared Dharit, the warm blood of the golden god became freeze, cold more than the ice itself.
- "A Rebel.. Are you here for saw the birth of the third impulse?" The snake said.
- "I'm here for kill him" Dharit replied.
- "Kill? An existence can't defeat an essence.
Your words are meaningless.
Kneel down for this ethereal moment".
- "The essences can be killed.
I'm sure of that.
Everyone can die, no existences, no essences, every one can die with a infernal suffer".
- "You live in the ignorance.
If anyone can die, what's the purpose of all that?
The bloodshed, the winners and the losers, the one who wants to destroy and the one who wants to destroy the destructor.
In every reality, there are a dualism that divide it in two sections" The snake spoke.
The line that separate the destruction and the salvation is in front of Dharit's eyes.
- "I want to save my realm.
I want to save the miserable life of these people.
I want to make them see the sun, the real sun.
The sun that fill the sky with beauty and security.
I want to save anyone!" Dharit's words was filled with mercy.
- "What a foolish mission.. Saving the minors existences doesn't make you a hero".
- "A hero? The heroes are just are false gods.
I don't want to be a hero.
I prefer to be a warrior, nothing more, I am the warrior of Dharias.
The one who has make Dharias winning in every single war.
The warriors are not heroes.
The heroes wants to be called by that name. The warriors just wants to slaughtering their enemies with no mercy. The warriors wants to clean themselves with the enemy's blood.
The heroes dies by the hands of theirs enemies.
Instead, the warriors dies by their own hands".
- "What is the difference between a warrior and a hero?" The snake asked.
Dharit walked to the cross.
Slowly his white grimoire opened in front of him.
- "The hero lives in the shadow until his ascension.
Instead, the warrior, lives in the light from his birth and die for keep his light the brightest".
His gaze stared the snake.
- "I was born hero.. I've became a warrior.. And now.. I'll die like a supreme deity.
Apollonian: Last gospel!".
Dharit's body been completely covered by the first light's power.
In the newborn's mouth, Ken's body slowly been out.
Ken Quinzen, completely covered by blood, stared insanely at the golden warrior. The dark snake slowly climbed on his shoulder.
- "My lord.." The snake muttered.
- "Tell me".
- "What you'll do now?"
- "Write".
- "What you'll write?" The snake slowly asked.
- "The last creation of the Delirium Lord".
Dharit was brightest than a star, not even the brightest sky full of dancing stars couldn't be comparable with him.
Dharit's light enlightened the entire garden.
The two omniscients creatures returned in the golden castle of Dharias, faced each other.
Ken flew in air, over the golden kingdom where the dark clown is.
Ken slowly touch the clown's chest with his right hand.
The False Prophet exploded, his flesh and blood was over all the kingdom.
In Ken's hand, there's a black heart still pulsating.
Ken brought the black heart closer to his mouth and began to devour it, the inside was full of a black liquid that reminded the ink.
Ken's head goes down and a dark sfere totally imprisoned him inside.
In the inside of the dark sfere, there are Ken Quinzen memories, in his life of a writer.
Some faces began to appear in Ken's mind.
- "Father.. M-Mother.." The faces of the family members of Ken appeared.
The father had black hairs, green eyes and black beard, he was wearing a white shirt and dark blue pants.
The man face is kind, he's heart seems full of kindness.
The mother had long blonde hairs and brown eyes, and she was wear a black dress.
- "Ken.. My dear son.." The mother spoke.
His voice was delicately.
Ken was in a totally black space, where in front of him was only her parents.
Ken Quinzen stared at the floor, his white hair covered mostly his beautiful face.
- "Why.." Ken asked himself.
- "You were different. When we was a family-" The mother stopped.
- "There's no family.. The family has disappeared. They're dead, and I was the murderer of it".
- "It's not your fault, Ken" Their voices said at unison.
- "I grew up by myself, from the young age. I was live in the house where my parents has being murder by me" Ken muttered.
- "I know, my son. We see you every night while you write your novels.
We see you get drunk until you collapse.
We see you damage your body by yourself.
We see you everyday, but you can't see us" The mother sentences make Ken's eyes lucid.
- "Why you killed us, Ken?" The father asked.
- "Because you two were killing me.
After the divorce everything started to go wrong and melancholy.
The two figures of my life that divide their heart.
I was lonely.. In this darkness world.. Without a wing that gently caress me.
You two were already dead. Two ghosts that has followed me in the house for my childhood" Ken sobbed a little.
The parents approached Ken.
The elegant hands of the mother slowly moved the hair that covered Ken's face.
- "You will be always my son, beyond the life and death".
The face of Ken is perfectly visible. A sensation of sadness and despair fill his face.
From his right eye, a tear fell.
- "You are Ken Quinzen, don't forget".