Demiurge
Demiurge stood in his laboratory, his normally calm and calculated demeanor overshadowed by a rare display of frustration.
He stared at the array of failed experiments and incomplete schematics scattered across his workspace, his mind racing with the memory of his lord's command.
"It's been a month and a half," Demiurge muttered to himself, clenching his fists. "A month and a half since Lord Alexander tasked me with creating an artifact capable of rivaling the Sacred Gears."
The term "Sacred Gear" was synonymous with power and potential, a mysterious artifact embedded in humans that granted them extraordinary abilities.
Demiurge knew that replicating such an artifact would require not just advanced knowledge of magic and science but an understanding of the very principles that governed their creation.
He had delved deep into Nazarick library, consulted with the most knowledgeable scholars with in Nazarick, and even dissected the few Sacred Gears he could acquire without arousing suspicion.
Yet, despite his efforts, success eluded him. Every attempt to reverse-engineer the Gears ended in failure, with the resulting artifacts either lacking the necessary power or becoming dangerously unstable.
Demiurge's frustration was not just professional but deeply personal. He prided himself on his ability to fulfill any order from his lord, no matter how difficult or seemingly impossible. Yet here he was, stymied by a challenge that seemed insurmountable.
He sighed, his mind replaying the moment Lord Alexander had given him the order. Alexander's eyes had been filled with trust and expectation, his voice calm but resolute. "Demiurge, I need you to create an artifact that can stand against the Sacred Gears. Our future may depend on it."
The weight of that trust, that expectation, bore down on Demiurge like a physical burden. He couldn't fail. He wouldn't fail. But the path forward was unclear.
"Think, Demiurge," he whispered to himself. "What am I missing? What principle, what element am I overlooking?"
He paced the length of his laboratory, his thoughts racing. Sacred Gears were not just magical artifacts; they were a fusion of various energies, crafted by a process lost to current world.
Even Raynare, Dohnaseek, Kalawarna, and Mittelt, whom Lord Alexander had taken as hostages, despite once being part of the same faction as the creators of these Sacred Gears, knew nothing of their creation process.
The frustration of this dead end gnawed at him. He had interrogated the fallen angels thoroughly, extracting every bit of knowledge they possessed about the Gears. Unfortunately, their understanding was limited to their uses and capabilities, not their creation. Considering they were low-ranked members of their faction, it wasn't entirely their fault for being utterly useless in this regard.
Recreating Sacred Gears required more than just technical skill; it required an understanding of the very essence of the energies that powered them. Demiurge knew that the intricacies involved were beyond mere craftsmanship. They demanded a comprehension of life, death, and the delicate balance of power that these artifacts encapsulated.
Amanomahitotsu-sama, the Supreme Being renowned for his artifacts and blacksmithing skills, would have found this task trivial. If only he were here, Demiurge thought with a sigh. His expertise would have turned this impossible task into child's play.
Demiurge paused, a sudden thought striking him. "The essence... of life and death. The balance of power. The Sacred Gear is always used by a host. The Sacred Gear is imprinted on the soul of the wielder. So, the soul acts as the binder which binds different energies together. But my blueprints are for making a Sacred Gear without a host. This is the fundamental problem."
The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. The soul was the key element he had been missing. The Sacred Gears were not merely tools; they were symbiotic with their hosts, feeding off the life force and spiritual energy of the wielder. This connection was what allowed the disparate energies within the Sacred Gears to harmonize and function effectively.
Demiurge's mind raced as he began to draft a new hypothesis. To recreate a Sacred Gear without a host, he would need to fabricate an artificial soul, or at least something that could mimic the binding properties of a soul. This was no small feat, but it was a lead worth pursuing.
He began to scribble furiously on a parchment, detailing the components needed for such an endeavor. He would need a core that could house and stabilize the energies, much like how a soul does.
It would have to be resilient enough to endure the conflicting forces within the Sacred Gear yet adaptable to maintain the balance between them.
He grabbed a quill and parchment, scribbling notes furiously. "A tri-fusion of energies... divine, demonic, and something more... something primal."
"The essence of a soul," Demiurge murmured. "I need something that can act as a vessel, something that can anchor these energies."
He thought of using crystallized magic as a core, infused with the essence of life and death. If he could somehow capture the raw energies of creation and destruction, he might be able to replicate the soul's binding properties.
The idea was ambitious, bordering on the impossible, but it was the only path that seemed plausible.
The task was still daunting, but for the first time, he felt he was on the right track. He could almost see the path forward, illuminated by the light of newfound understanding.
Demiurge smiled, a determined glint in his eyes. "I will not fail you, Lord Alexander. I will create an artifact that surpasses the Sacred Gears. And when I do, our enemies will tremble before our might."
With renewed vigor, he set to work, driven by the unwavering resolve to fulfill his lord's command and reclaim his pride.
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