This handshake was really cool and all. But that didn't mean I had any idea what to do. I thought maybe I should talk to Fenrir and find out what the fuck he was doing. He had killed billions. Literally billions of people. Innocent people. People I knew, people I loved, but for some damned reason I couldn't even properly hate him. I didn't know if I was under some sort of spell or what the hell was going on, but I definitely needed to find out, as soon as possible. Though, I wasn't sure what to say. 'Hey, why do you go around killing billions of people' would sound out of place. Well, not to say that the question wasn't appropriate, hell yeah it was. So I decided to ask. Before I did, though, I tried to come up with the best way possible to put my question.
Fenrir didn't give me the time to ask, though. He was the first to speak.
"Do you hate me?" What a stupid question. Well, in my particular case it maybe wasn't but anybody would hate the person that took everything from them. So I decided to make him guess.
"I see"
"Why are you asking? Are you looking for forgiveness?"
"No, I-"
"You are not going to be forgiven. No one will ever forgive. So you better explain why the fuck you go around destroying every single thing you come across."
Remember when I said that 'I had the power to kill the Ruler Of Dragons now'? Well turns out I absolutely did not. I was really confident, until he released his Spiritual energy. I'm not sure if it was on full blast, but I realised then that I had no way to compare to him. I didn't even know how strong he really was. Remember how I felt like an insect under the pressure of his Spiritual energy back in my home world? Take that. And multiply the effect several times. He was obviously mad at me.
"Are you trying to order me around? Why do you think I didn't kill you when you fell into my arms? Why do you think there is even the tiniest bit of life left in your pitiful soul? Trust me, it is not because I need you. I do not need you to accomplish what I want to, nor do I expect to get any help from you in the first place. You are alive right now because I like you. The way you pitifully had to see Fafnir die... Must have been a shock to you. I am surprised that Fafnir even took someone like yourself under his custody. You think you are strong because I let you take out your anger on me? You? Thought you could beat me? It was amusing to see your confidence when you punched me in the face earlier. You looked like you thought no one could ever harm you. You looked like you thought you had reached the pinnacle of power. Now I do not know what in you makes me like you, but I am not going to kill you. Now do not ever try to order me around, did I make myself clear?"
I didn't properly hear half of what he said. But this guy and Fafnir had a lot in common. Fafnir basically told me the same thing when we first met. The difference being that I felt like my body would burst if I were to breathe. That my brain was about to shut down, that my eardrums were about to tear. All from a bit of Spiritual energy in the air. I seriously didn't know how Fafnir could kill him thirteen times. I felt like I was about to get killed. Until he stopped releasing his Spiritual energy. I felt a huge pressure lifting off of my shoulders.
I looked at the Ruler Of Dragons. He looked irritated. Then, he apologised, though. I seriously did not have the slightest hint of an idea of what the hell was going on in this madman's head. I felt a sense of Deja Vu, he reminded me of Fafnir a bit too much. I wanted to ask a lot of stuff. I wanted to ask what was going on, where I was, all that. I was afraid, though. I felt like stepping over the line one more time would result in me dying. The problem here was though, that I didn't exactly know where the line that I couldn't step over was.
I didn't talk to him for a while. I tried to not overthink. Couldn't help it, though. He saw me as a neutral position. Something was preventing me from truly hating him. He said he liked me. Fafnir said the same. He basically gave me the same kind of speech as Fafnir. Fafnir was dead, apparently. Like Fafnir, he said that he didn't need my help. He was also talking about his goal. I had no idea what it was. One hell of a goal if it needed you to step over the corpses of billions. And still, he had told me to hate him. Maybe the twas what he told every Dragon Duke, though. I subconsciously tried to link everything I knew to one answer. That answer being that the Ruler Of Dragons was Fafnir, in some way. I wanted to know what happened during their fight. Seeing how Fafnir 'died' would be crucial to understand what was going on.
It most likely had something to do with the fact that all Dragon Dukes look essentially the same. We were all linked up one way or another. Figures, given that our ultimate purpose was to serve as incarnation bodies for the Ruler Of Dragons. Why did he need those, though. Because the Dragon Dukes were sort of the only beings that could kill him in the first place. Something was fishy. I didn't think about it too much earlier, because I didn't care why, all I cared about was to kill him. That had changed, though. Because now, I was all alone with the Ruler Of Dragons, Fenrir, in a room floating in nothingness, not knowing where I was, when that was.
I needed to know. So I ended up asking. What his goal was. I didn't really understand what he meant by his answer. Because it contradicted everything he had ever done so far. I had no Idea what he meant when he said:
"I want to create timelines where people can live in. I want to bring life to this unending void that I am floating in."