First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1122: The Beginning
Chapter 1122: The Beginning
It was still dark.
Yesh’s decree that there would be light had yet to illuminate every corner of what would be.
He would have liked to have his entire domain illuminated already, but things didn’t exactly work out that way…
Yesh turned his gaze toward the horrid infection floating in unconsciousness beneath him.
Defeating the creature was, bar none, the most difficult thing he had ever done in his mortal or immortal lives.
He had yet to apply the rule of time to his domain, but if he had, he was sure that he would find that he had wasted much of it locked in a very desperate struggle.
Fatigue had taken him for the very first time since his anointing.
The vessel he had created was sore and damaged. Even if he were to simply make another, his negative status would still transfer.
He felt the urge to follow the creature’s example and roll up into a stationary ball to rest until planets began forming naturally.
But if he waited for that opportunity, then there was a chance that the creature would recover at the same time as him and he would be in for another fight of his life.
He needed to do something with his enemy before he could even consider resting.
He would never be able to rest his eyes knowing that at any moment the creature could recover and wake up. There was a chance that Yesh, who was less rested, would lose in a contest of strength if they were to fight again.
Yesh deigned to delve into his own mind and imagine something that would successfully hold the creature forever.
He was contemplating this when he suddenly heard a squelching noise.
It was quiet, but in a universe with nothing else inside of it, the noise might as well have been cannon fire.
On the back of the horrible creature, a pustule was bubbling and accumulating a violet glow.
Yesh had seen this already. This was how the creature had spawned offspring without end.
He prepared to defend himself with what little reserves he had left when the pimple suddenly exploded and an ominous vapor poured out.
Unlike what Yesh had expected, the vapor did not seem outwardly dangerous on its own.
Yesh brought the vapor closer to himself and inspected it.
“I wonder if you have ever stopped to question your own cruelty.”
Yesh felt something inside of himself stir as he heard the only other voice in his domain.
It was so strange to have someone suddenly talk to you in a world where you hadn’t made anything.
Yesh felt fretful. He was but a young aeon who had yet to discover how to take delight in the unexpected.
“They were perfection. True, unrestrained perfection living freely in a domain of its own design…. And you decided to take all of that away.”
Yesh narrowed his eyes as he placed a hand over his bleeding abdomen.
“Your perfection was the first to attack me… Reveal yourself so that I might know the better.”
“You are in no position to make demands of me, feeble-minded construct.”
“How very rude of you. To come into someone’s being and refuse to even announce or reveal yourself.”
“I could drain what little power is left of you before you drew another breath. And then my perfection and his offspring shall play in the quiet dark once again without your interference.”
Yesh suddenly felt everything around him change. It was as if control of his space had been wrested from his control.
A large webbed hand grabbed hold of Yesh by the face.
Through the space between the fingers, he could see a woman larger than life or death. Greater than imagination or physics.
She was strange, but outwardly perfect.
Her perfection was not something worthy of envy. It was deeply unsettling.
Few could stand to gaze upon an entity that required nothing but possessed everything.
She was greater than Yesh. She took delight in the fact that he was able to recognize it.
“…You are an absolute.”
Her form was unforgettable. Dark-lilac skin that reflected scenes of tragedy and strife like a home video.
Her claws were sharp and impossibly dark. Just by moving her hands, she cut the space her hands passed over into ribbons.
She had four eyes, each of them a glowing black hole. There was no light. No peace. Only a palpable arrogance.
She had no hair on top of her head. Instead, thousands of thick tentacles writhed from her scalp.
Instead of suction cups, numerous sharp mouths snapped at Yesh’s face aggressively.
‘Beauty’ was Yesh’s first thought.
She was frightening and terrible, of that there could be no debate. But as a force of nature, as an absolute power, and as a woman, she was astoundingly beautiful. Yesh had never seen the other absolutes, but he wasn’t sure if they would compare to her.
“I hate that terminology. I don’t enjoy being linked to the rest of them very much. You may call me Caligo, cruel little man.”
Yesh blinked as Chaos removed her hand from over his mouth. “You think me cruel?”
“You massacred my darling just now. To make matters worse, you were even planning to put them away somewhere they would be lonely. I don’t know what else you want me to call that but cruelty. Believe me, I’m very familiar with the term.”
“It attacked me first.”
“We’re all a little cranky when we first wake up.”
Yesh looked down at the holes in his torso and legs. Nothing he had come across was that ‘cranky’.
“You should allow it to roam free. They were here, at the exact same point as you. They have as much of a right to the universe as you do.”
“I think not. This body is still mine.”
“And Azathoth is your shadow. As you live, so does he. You should both work in concert to rule what you create. I’m sure that blathering wench would find those scenes most interesting.” Caligo rolled here eyes.
“What a nasty way to refer to someone…”
“What a boring stick in the mud you are.”
“That’s a very amusing expression.”
“Be silent.” Caligo covered Yesh’s mouth again.
God no longer held quite the same fear of Caligo as before. So when she reached to touch him, his entire body didn’t lock up like it had a few moments ago.
Perhaps he was just too tired to be afraid.
‘They’re going away. I’m not changing my mind.’ He thought.
Caligo narrowed her eyes at him hatefully. “How unreasonably shortsighted… you’re not grasping the picture, founder of man.”
‘Founder of… what?’
Caligo held out one of her hands and the world became wrapped in a swirling darkness.
It was suffocating. Haunting.
But within the darkness, there was a single, fist-sized morsel of golden light.
It was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful things Yesh had ever seen, that light. He was shocked someone like Caligo could make something like that.
But as soon as he committed the thought to memory, the darkness seemed to respond to the light’s presence and rushed to snuff it out.
Seeing that tangible ball of hope and warmth be torn apart by the angry confused cold was disturbing in a way Yesh couldn’t put into words. It saddened him.
But soon, another ball of warm light formed in another place, a bit further away.
“Isn’t this wonderful …? Don’t you grasp the beauty of it? The necessity?” Caligo swooned. “This is a tapestry, ignorant little Aeon. One where the darkness makes the light brighter.
Your ideology does not escape my notice. You want to create something dreamlike, and picturesque. But you’re limiting yourself.
What is my brother’s light without me there to tear it apart with my teeth? What would your hope be without Azathoth’s brood around to terrorize your flock of feeble-minded?
Misery is the sweetest aphrodisiac to life. Even she knows this, but she won’t admit it.
And the more misery there is, the richer the experience of those who live in your precious ‘harmony’.
I am unable to spend all of my time adequately painting totality with dread, making the lives of the lowest of the low have some semblance of meaning.
That is why I create shadows for you Aeons. So that you don’t waste your time creating something flat, lifeless, and impossible to maintain.
I’m really quite the altruist, aren’t I?”
For a moment, Caligo turned the entire world gold and white. It was noticeably dimmer than it had been mere moments ago.
And then, things started to get a bit more chaotic when the light eventually started eating itself.
Yesh was visibly horrified.
The light did not stop until there wasn’t even a bit of itself left.
And in the end, all that was left was an empty nothingness.
Not simply an empty space. It was a true absence. Yesh tried to focus on it, but he was unable. All he could focus on was Caligo.
“Nasty, isn’t it? But, that’s just the way things go I’m afraid.
With nothing to challenge it and no threat of loss, lesser species canabalize themselves until there is nothing left.
Then, it all goes to the broody one below.
And really… that’s too big of a tragedy to stomach, isn’t it? It’s why I, in my infinite grace and mercy, see to it that things are broken before they can break themselves.
So now that you know all of that… don’t you want to fall to your knees and praise me a bit?”
not going to anymore haunted houses one of them monsters dug in my ass
