The Primordial Record - Chapter 1898: Failed Promises... Hopes and Dreams
Chapter 1898: Failed Promises… Hopes and Dreams
“You are becoming wiser, but you are too late, Rowan. Let me talk to your main body; he is wasting his time with us.” Primordial Life smiled, showing teeth that appeared to be rotting, but this was a trick of the light from the black blood that emerged from his throat after he was punched in the liver by the mortal.
Rowan blinked slowly, “I guess cutting you off from Limbo and accessing your powers is corrupting your ability to tell the accepted passage of time. You have no idea what is going on, and speaking with me is the same as speaking with Eos.”
“Accepted?” Primordial Light whispered, drawing the gaze of everyone here, “So, the time stream that encircles the entirety of this Reality has been separated from Limbo.”
“Took you long enough to find out,” Rowan laughed, “but then, unlight these two Light, I had to loosen your bonds so you don’t perish. The method used to give you the powers of a Primordial while you are at the eighth-dimensional level is fascinating, and I am surprised how much I was able to learn from it.”
Primordial Light coughed, “But this is what would make you kill me before them, is that not right, Rowan?”
Rowan looked at him deeply, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before he nodded, “True, for what I have planned for them, you are too fragile to survive it, but that is a mercy towards you.”
“Ah, your sense of mercy is distorted, but you are giving me more than I deserve, no matter how much I hate you Rowan, I canstill apreciate that from you,” Primordial Light turned to Primordial Life, “Unlike this fool, who believes that he still has control, even after we were abandoned as the prize for his coperation.”
Primordial Life frowned as a light of anger emerged in his eyes, “Light, are you insane? Why would you tell him such a thing? You shame your roots!”
Primordial Light sighed, “I told him nothing; he figured it all by himself, and you should listen to him, Life. Maybe it would all make sense when it comes together in the end, or maybe I am wrong, I don’t care anymore, I am already dead.”
Saying these words to Primordial Life, Primordial Light smiled, and the next moment his head fell from his shoulders, followed by the keen of a blade. Rowan had stood up, and as he did, he cut through the neck of the Primordial, severing his lifeforce so quickly that Primordial Life’s smile still remained on his face even as his head tumbled to the ground.
His body remained standing, and blood slowly spurted out from the cut on his neck. The chains connected to his body began to heat up and turn red as power was drawn from the Primordial’s body and sent elsewhere through the links on the chain.
Rowan sat back on the wooden anvil and plunged the blade into the head of Primordial Light, severing his brain in two and eradicating any fleeting sparks of light left inside of him.
“This is my mercy,” Rowan whispered to the head, and then he turned to the two Primordials left, and he smiled.
Primordial Life and Memory paused, a flash of horror in their eyes. Rowan had casually killed Primordial Light with no hesitation, and they were reminded that this man was… brutal.
“Well, at least he had what he wanted,” Primordial Life chuckled sarcastically.
“Enough of the false bravado,” Rowan waved his hand, “It is alright to express your anger and fear, for I understand the need for that to happen at a time like this.”
The eyes of Primordial Life tightened, “What is going to happen next, Rowan?”
“Look around you,” Rowan gestured to all of Reality that was changing at every moment, “You may have given me a dead Reality, but I see potential that is largely untapped. Free from the constraints of the Cradle, life has flourished here in ways that even you, the Primordial of Life, had failed to consider and appreciate in your worship of death. Yet there is something here that I can not get rid of. A cancer eating in the bones of this Reality that stains the glory I envision for it… Why did you think I kept you all alive for so long? To torture you? Don’t be foolish, Light knows me better than you two.”
Primordial Life turned to his fellow Primordial, and he almost smirked when he noticed that the light in his eyes was beginning to fade. Did that fool truly believe that he could make a deal with this abomination?
“Rowan, you did not kill us, and I… I… imagined that you needed our aid for something more. I promise you that I have no more dealings with my main body, and with my assistance, we can lay a trap for him. I can give you my core and promise to serve you.”
Rowan swiped his hand to the side, “Enough, Memory. You shame your station with your cowardice. If it were before I knew more of the truth, I would have accepted you as a slave, but this war is one where I can not afford any compromise, and you know the truth of this in your bones.”
“My promises…” Primordial Memory gasped in outrage.
“They are useless,” Rowan coldly replied, “Even you would not trust the words that emerge from your mouth, and it is fascinating to me that you still consider yourself to be quite persuasive, but I have seen what you have made of my memory, and I can understand your thought processes.”
Primordial Life laughed aloud, and he walked up to the edge of this area to look around him. This was the first time he had been released from his cell below. Although he suspected that not much time had passed, inside that cell, it seemed as if eternity had gone by. he wanted to look around because he knew that soon this would be his last sight, and unlike Memory, he was not delusional.
He frowned when he noted they were standing on a golden pyramid that seemed to have been ravaged by war… this was the domain of Memory, no wonder he thought he still had a card left to play, how foolish. Primordial Life chuckled inside before he peered into Reality, and he gasped when he noticed what Rowan was trying to accomplish and why he had kept them alive for so long.
“This is a bold choice,” he said, “I would appreciate it more if it were not all going to waste. I am sure that my main body would appreciate what you are doing here in the grand scheme of things, but in the end, the potential for disruption would be too great, and everyone here would pay the price of your ambition.”
Rowan walked up and stood beside him, “The plan is for that not to happen.”
“What is your reassurance that it will not?” Primordial Life asked curiously,
“Hopes and dreams,” Rowan whispered.
Primordial Life was silent before he burst into laughter, “Ahhh… It would be a shame to kill you, Rowan. I hope my main body fights to keep you alive as a pet, after all you have seen… You still believe you have a chance.”
Rowan’s smile disappeared, “I do have a chance, and they would be built with your bodies.”
