"Can you see this" I asked irritated by the words written on the seemingly magic book.
Blasph hisses. "Suprisingly yes, what is it?"
The books pages turned. [I am the Multiverse Book, an all purpose entity with thr sile purpose of recording the impact of a keeper to a world they don't exist in, once your impact deems fit, you can go to the next random world, ofcourse you can bring others from this world there but you would have to subdue them and put them on the stamp page]
The book once more then disappeared. "Confusing shit i guess"
I said already annoyed bu how it came and went, Blasp silently hissed. "So it was the one who brought me out from that disgusting Od Laguna, tsk atleast i devoured a piece of it when i was killed and corrupted it to gain more power, but sadly it was sealed"
"What's Od Laguna" I asked curious about his blabber.
He hissed as if the very name gave disgust to his being. "IT is the center of the world, A crystal that cannot be perceived by mortal eyes, It is hateful,It gives out blessings as if it were a charity,It is a disgrace,It has committed an Unforgivable Sin,Blasphemy"
This sounds juicy. "Tell me more"
"What do you want to know" He asked in a calm voice.
"Your begging i guess, Your entire origin" I said with anticipation.
After a brief moment of silence he finally answered. "Very well."
….
A very,Very long time ago before the even Of Laguna finished forming.
7 beasts were born representing the 7 Sins.
The Lion's fiery gaze seethed with arrogance, its pride unmatched by any creature in existence. It walked the land, commanding everything it laid eyes upon, deeming others as lesser beings unworthy of its gaze. Those who came across it were either made to bow or perish. The Lion's very presence distorted reality, its arrogance warping the laws of the world to suit its ego. It was the embodiment of self-importance, a creature so grand that even the heavens bent their knee to its unspoken will.
Then there was the Wrathful beast, a towering creature of seething flame and tempestuous winds. Its body was a storm in itself, each step an eruption, each roar an earthquake that shattered mountains. The Wrathful beast existed only to consume, to destroy, to burn away anything in its path. It saw the world as a battleground, where only the strong could survive. It cared not for alliances or understanding—its sole purpose was annihilation. The Wrathful beast was a living, breathing war, its fury endlessly rising.
The third beast was the Gluttonous one, a massive, insatiable creature with an ever-expanding maw. It was never satisfied, always hungry, always seeking more. More power, more flesh, more souls. Nothing could escape its insatiable hunger. It devoured not just physical matter but also memories, emotions, and even time. Its greed knew no bounds, and it reveled in the eternal hunger that kept it ever restless. Its presence corrupted everything, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.
The fourth was the Lustful beast, a creature draped in opulence and seduction. It radiated a powerful, magnetic aura that entranced all it encountered. It fed on desires, both physical and emotional, manipulating them to its own will. It twisted love, affection, and even the purest of bonds into tools for its indulgence. The Lustful beast reveled in control, deriving its greatest pleasure from the chaos it sowed in the hearts of others.
Next came the Envious beast, a creature of shadow and sorrow, ever lurking in the periphery. It could not exist in the light, for it was always looking for what it lacked. It coveted the power, beauty, and grace of others, never satisfied with its own existence. The Envious beast would twist its form to resemble what it most desired, stealing the traits of others to fill the void inside itself. It could never find peace, for it was always yearning for what it did not have.
The sixth beast, the Slothful one, moved through the world in languid, dream-like states. It lacked the ambition to change the world or even care for it. The Slothful beast was content to watch, never acting unless absolutely necessary. It was a creature of inaction, bringing a sense of stagnation to all it touched. Time seemed to slow in its presence, as if the world itself was losing the will to move forward. It was a silent plague, its very existence a barrier to progress and evolution.
Lastly, the Greedy beast, a creature of sharp eyes and manipulative charm. It was not the Gluttonous one in its hunger, but instead a cunning predator, always seeking to gain power, wealth, and control over others. Its greed was not for sustenance but for dominion. It schemed, plotted, and undermined in the shadows, seeking to turn the world into its personal empire. Unlike the Gluttonous beast, which devoured mindlessly, the Greedy beast was calculating, always waiting for the right moment to strike.
Then there was also Vainglory a being not born from the traditional seven sins but instead a reflection of a deeper, more insidious vice. Vainglory was the embodiment of the desire to be seen, to be revered, to be worshiped. It was not merely pride, but the thirst for the adoration and validation of others. Its presence was an intoxicating force, a magnetic pull that drew those in its proximity into a web of manipulation and empty praise.Vainglory did not need to control directlyit simply needed others to acknowledge its existence. It could convince kings and beggars alike to bow to its will by planting seeds of admiration and adulation in their hearts.
And then there was Melancholy a creature born from the sorrow of the world, a being that existed to feed on despair. Melancholy was not a sin in the traditional sense, but rather an entity of profound grief and loneliness. It wandered the world, its very presence causing the skies to darken and the hearts of those it encountered to become heavy. Those in its vicinity would feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, as if life itself had lost its meaning. It was a beast that thrived in the absence of hope, feeding off the despair of mortals, twisting their thoughts into a web of hopelessness and isolation.
There was also Blasphemy, Which was me, the weakest of all. Froma an egg to a serpent to a serpent to python from a python to a dragon from a dragon to a demon from a demon to a spirit that fell into the deepest depths of the world's forgotten shadows. Blasphemy had been born not from any natural force, but from the twisted echoes of a broken reality, a consequence of defying the very essence of the world's existence. It was not part of the grand design, but a tear in the fabric, an anomaly that existed solely because of the corruption within the system. Blasphemy was not merely the embodiment of sin but the rejection of the world's constraints.
It was a being that had experienced the full spectrum of existence from the innocence of an egg to the boundless strength of a dragon, only to fall, weakened and betrayed, into the abyss of despair. Over time, Blasphemy grew into something else, a spirit shaped by the pain and loss that had tainted its very nature. It was a being born of defiance, rebellion, and anguish a creature that rejected the order of the world because it had been wronged by it.
"I was born from the wreckage of the Original Sin," Blasp hissed, his voice reverberating like the rasp of a serpent. "A product of the cracks in the world, twisted by a power greater than I could ever comprehend. In the end, I fell becoming something less than what I once was, but something more than mere corruption."
"So you're just a failed creation?" I asked, unable to hide my cynicism, though part of me was still riveted by his story.
Blasp chuckled, a low, unsettling sound. "Failed? Perhaps. But what's a failure in a world built on sin? I am a reflection of all that is wrong with existence. A mirror that shows the ugliness and decay at the core of reality. But I am also something else. I am the voice of those who have been forgotten, the ones who fell through the cracks and are left to rot in the darkness."
I thought for a moment, my mind swirling with questions. The more Blasp shared, the more complicated this world seemed. Nothing was as simple as it appeared, and everything seemed to be built on layers of corruption, desire, and destruction. Blasp was not just a creature of sin, but a symbol of everything wrong with the very nature of existence.
"I get your reasoning i guess, but you still didn't tell me the full truth" I said with a small smile.
"Hmph, maybe once you're stronger" He said with a hiss.