It took me a quick second, but I pushed him away as soon as I realised what was going on. What the fuck? Who did that fucker think he actually was? Just for context, so you understand how weird this man is. He killed and destroyed everything I ever knew, TWICE. Additionally, I didn't know who he was, where he was from, I didn't know anything about him. And he didn't know jack shit about me, either. I concentrated some of my Spiritual energy into my left hand and punched him right in the face. I heard the sound of bones breaking, and blood was spilling everywhere.
He didn't react at all. Seriously, something was wrong with this guy. I wanted to get away from him. He was seriously freaking me out. The sensation I felt resembled disgust rather than hate. I could kill him. I had the power to do so. There were no Incarnations left either, they all died in the destruction of this timeline, most probably. I didn't, though. I punched my way through the wall. I looked out. Insane heat instantly blew into my face. I looked around.
There was nothing outside. Not like in, flat ground and nothing on it, I meant literally nothing. I stared into a huge abyss. No stars, no nothing. Just never-ending blackness. I turned around to see that the Ruler Of Dragons had fully healed again. Obviously. I needed to know what the hell was going on. I met his gaze again. This time, I was the one staring into his soul. I didn't know how it worked, but there seemed to be a link between him and me. I never did such a thing with Fafnir. He didn't ever stare into my soul. But I think the Ruler Of Dragons let me. I think he wanted to make me see what was going on inside him. I think he wanted me to understand. He wanted me to forgive.
Because all I saw in his eyes was pain and sorrow. Larger than mine, more powerful than mine. This guy was in a mental hell. Every life he had ever taken had taken a huge toll on his soul. The reason said soul was so strong in the first place was because it was torn apart so many times. I saw how he killed my mother. I saw how she stared into his eyes and saw the same things I saw now. I saw how he manually killed millions. I felt the pain of every single person he killed. And I knew that he, every time he killed a person had to feel the same agony as his victim did. I didn't know what was keeping him going. I saw how he had to watch his own family get slaughtered, by the previous Ruler Of Dragons. Then, the next thing I saw shocked me so much that I instinctively turned around.
I was no longer in his mind. Now, seeing how he had suffered didn't make me pity him. it made me fear more, if it caused anything at all. It was surprising that he still had the ability to think clearly.
I thought back at the words he had told me when I first met me. "Hate the Ruler Of Dragons". Did he want me to kill him? I knew he did. I was not so stupid. He would use my body to reincarnate himself. I didn't know if the suffering that the man In front of me had suffered applied only to himself, or to the spirit of the Ruler Of Dragons. If the first was the case, then I believe a new incarnation would be better for the Ruler Of Dragons. Another one of the reasons I didn't kill him right now was because I wanted to find out why he did all that. Destroy timelines and all. And also why he didn't kill me. I was arguably his biggest threat, now that Fafnir was gone.
But... was I? Because in the memories I saw from the Ruler Of Dragons I was portrayed as a neutral figure. And, as I mentioned earlier, I didn't feel the urge to kill him. It was like all my hatred still existed, but was sealed away somewhere in my soul. Somewhere it just couldn't breach through. It was weird. it was always there, in the back of my head, but never strong enough to make me act based on it.
I didn't say anything. He didn't say anything. The two of us were standing there, facing each other, in an awkward silence. Then, he said something. He had a very unique voice. It Wass the same voice that shook me in my home would, but this time it had a certain softness to it. He didn't say much.
"What is your name?" He was asking for my name.
"The name's Smok. You?" It was a bit awkward, but well, the entire situation was awkward in the first place. I mean, I woke up in bed next to the man who took everything from me only to find out that I was floating in an infinite void of nothingness. He did reply, though.
"Fenrir" Strange name, if you ask me. It reminded me of Fafnir, but that wasn't the strange part. Wasn't Fenrir supposed to be a wolf? I was slightly confused. But it was just a name anyway. No need to think about it too much. Seriously, I overthink too much too often.
He reached out. With his hand. I took it. Just a regular handshake. Nothing too fancy. I couldn't help but smile. I didn't know what this handshake meant. But while I was shaking his hand, for a quick second, my hatred had faded, and I felt at peace. It felt great. I felt like the handshake symbolised the beginning of a long journey. I didn't know where it would lead me, but I knew that it was a journey that I was unavoidably going to take. Though, I had to break the moment by telling him to put on a shirt. A classic. Main character syndrome. I'll say it again.