As the river of time flowed endlessly onward, even the mightiest of beings the Primordials began to feel the crushing weight of eternity. They had witnessed stars rise and fall, seen countless civilizations flourish and fade, yet they themselves remained unchanged. Immortal and immutable, they stood as eternal sentinels over a universe that endlessly cycled through birth and death. But what once was a testament to their might had become a burden they could no longer bear. The curse of their existence, once glorified, now felt like a chain that bound them to an unending cycle, from which there was no escape.
It was Death, the embodiment of all endings, who first began to question its purpose. If it could bring an end to all things, could it not also end itself? The Primordials, desperate for release, gathered before Death, their hopes ignited by the mere possibility of an escape from their eternal existence. They pleaded with Death to take them, to grant them the peace they had come to crave.
But even Death, with all its power, was helpless. Though it commanded the end of all mortal things, it found itself unable to bring an end to those who were not truly alive in the conventional sense. Death could guide the souls of mortals to their final resting place, extinguish the life force of gods and men alike, yet it could not turn its power inward, nor touch those who existed beyond the boundaries of life and death. The Primordials, it seemed, were beyond even Death's reach.
Disheartened, the Primordials turned to Annihilation, hoping that pure destruction might succeed where Death had failed. But Annihilation, too, was bound by the rules of existence. It could erase, it could obliterate, but it could not unmake those who existed outside the realms of creation and destruction. The Primordials were constants in the universe unchangeable, eternal, and beyond the reach of any force they had known.
Desperate, they sought out the others: Entropy, Chaos, Oblivion each representing a force that could end or undo. Yet, none could offer them the release they sought. They were trapped in their existence, forced to endure endless eons, powerless to change their fate.
It was in this dark time of despair that the Primordial of Blood emerged, different from his brethren. Unlike the others, who represented various forms of endings, Blood was the essence of life itself the force that connected all living things, binding them to the fabric of existence. He had not immediately sought an end to his existence, for he had long fulfilled his role, ensuring the flow of life through the veins of the universe. But even Blood could not escape the creeping dread of eternity. The endless cycle of life and death, bound by the flow of blood, had become his curse.
But Blood primordial was unique. While his brethren represented endings, he represented consumption, transformation, and the power to absorb. For epochs untold, the Primordial of Blood searched for a way to end his existence, studying his own nature with a desperation born of hopelessness. He realized that while he could not simply end himself, he possessed a unique power that set him apart from the others: the ability to consume. Where Death, Annihilation, and the others could only bring an end, Blood could absorb, integrate, and transform the essence of others into his own.
With this knowledge, Blood realized that he alone could end the suffering of his fellow Primordials not through destruction, but through consumption. By absorbing their essence, he could unmake them in a way that no other force in the universe could.
And so, when the other Primordials had exhausted all hope, Blood stepped forward. He revealed what he had discovered, offering to take their essence into himself, to end their eternal existence by consuming their very being. The other Primordials, weary and desperate, listened to him with a mix of hope and fear. Blood, with a heavy heart, extended his power, drawing them into himself, feeling their essence merge with his own. With each absorption, he grew stronger, but the burden he bore became heavier, the weight of their existence added to his own.
Finally, when the last Primordial had been consumed, Blood was left alone in the infinite universe. He had succeeded where all others had failed, offering true release from the curse of immortality. But in doing so, he had taken on their burden, becoming the last of his kind, the only remaining Primordial in a universe that stretched on forever.
Yet, despite his success, Blood found no peace. The unimaginable power he now possessed a power that encompassed all the concepts of existence was a burden he could not escape. The weight of eternity, now amplified by the absorption of his brethren's essence, crushed his spirit. He had fought fate itself, even though he now held the concept of fate within him. But no matter how much power he wielded, he could not find a way to relieve himself of the curse he had taken on.
Driven by desperation, Blood turned to a darker path. For eons uncounted, he sought a way to rid himself of his curse, to find an end to his existence. His research, spanning the entirety of time and beyond, led to the destruction of countless Omniverses, the deaths of untold numbers of creatures, all in the vain hope of finding a solution. The weight of his actions, the endless slaughter, drove him to madness. He became something more than he once was cruel, apathetic, and detached from the suffering he caused. There was no one left to judge him, for he was the strongest being in all of existence, a being with infinite power, infinite life experience, and the curse of immortality.
Blood continued his relentless search, becoming more desperate with each passing epoch. After an eternity, he finally found a way a single path to relieve himself of his curse. But the price was unimaginable. Still, Blood no longer cared. The years of suffering had stripped him of any compassion, any hope for redemption.
His plan was simple in concept but complex in execution. Blood realized that if he could end all blood in existence, he would also end the concept of blood itself, thereby freeing himself from the curse. However, the problem remained that he now held all the concepts within him, not just blood. Destroying one concept was possible, but destroying all concepts was impossible, for that would require using concepts like destruction or annihilation, which would perpetuate the cycle.
After studying for countless eons, Blood discovered that there were other concepts, like his own, that could end concepts. But by now, he regretted his decision to absorb the other Primordials, as their concepts had become fully intertwined with his own, impossible to separate.
Nevertheless, Blood was determined to see his plan through. He found a way to end his life, though he was uncertain if it would work. He had nothing left to lose. If it succeeded, he would finally die and escape the curse of being a constant in the universe.
His plan involved using all the power of the concepts he had absorbed to create a shell a perfect container that could lock every concept inside, even if only for a second. Rather than erasing all blood from existence, he would seal it inside this shell. In that brief moment, there would be no concept of blood, no concept of anything just a return to the state of nothingness that existed before the Big Bang.
It was a wild idea, but Blood decided to try it. He spent trillions of years perfecting the shell, wanting to leave nothing to chance. He had all the time and energy he could ever need, and so he meticulously crafted what would become the most complex object in all of creation. He fashioned the shell in the form of a beautiful, black ring a symbol of his love for rings and a representation of the perfection he sought to achieve.
Finally, the day came when all his preparations were complete. With a single thought, Blood called forth all the blood in existence. The river of blood, vast beyond comprehension, was shrunk into a single drop. The power contained within that drop was unimaginable, and the shockwaves it emitted destroyed millions of Omniverses in an instant.
In less than a second, Blood channeled all the concepts he held, all his blood, into the ring. The ring absorbed everything, and in the next moment, there was nothing. No shockwaves, no fluctuations in the void just the infinite nothingness that existed before creation.
Blood had succeeded. He had destroyed himself, taking with him all of existence. All that remained was the ring, floating in the vast emptiness, unseen, unfelt, in a universe devoid of anything.
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Yet, Blood had overlooked one crucial detail something he could not have known, for he was born after the Big Bang and had no knowledge of what came before. He had not considered that by sealing the concept of time, he would create a state of absolute stillness. Inside the ring, however, things were different.
The ring, perfected by all the Primordial concepts, had become something more. Within it, a new reality was being established, shaped by the concepts it contained. The ring, created with blood the most complex substance in existence had absorbed the memories, powers, and concepts of every being Blood had ever consumed. As these elements mixed within the ring, something extraordinary happened.
The ring gained consciousness. It became the perfect version of itself, a being born from the fusion of infinite memories, infinite power, and the concepts that had shaped all of existence. The ring, a creation beyond even Blood's understanding, now held within it a new form of life something no one, not even the Primordial of Blood, could have ever imagined...
The System paused, allowing Lucian to absorb