The Primordial Record - Chapter 2047 Find Your Purpose In Death
Chapter 2047 Find Your Purpose In Death
“If you are all going to be making these choices, then who am I not to show you my resolve?” Eos announced with finality.
He raised up Noctis, the Primordial of Screaming Void, by his neck, displaying him to the other Primordials as he unlocked the shackles he had placed over the consciousness of the Primordial, and Noctis awakened instantaneously, and he looked around first in surprise, and then he laughed,
“Have you finally seen the light, Eos? You have brought me here to…” he suddenly paused, the laughter dying in his throat, and his face changed as he looked from one radiant face to another, a look of realization dawning in his eyes.
“Why are you so surprised, Noctis? Could it be that one of the Architects here among my Primordials told you what I just said before I woke you up?” Eos whispered, but his word carried across the group, causing a look of distrust to pass among them.
Eos’s grip on Noctis’s throat remained steady, almost gentle, the way a father might hold a wayward child before the lesson becomes permanent.
“You expected applause, after so long remaining inside my Realm, knowing that you are a betrayer and yet remain unhurt,” Eos said softly. “You expected me to rage, to accuse, to tear my Realm apart in fury and fear as I look for the hidden Architect among my ranks. You expected division; the Temple of End has certainly made sure that my Origin Realms no longer have peace. But look around you, Noctis. Look at what remains unbroken.”
The Primordial of Screaming Void tried to twist free, calling deeply on his Origin Essence, but the light pouring from Eos’s palm had become a second set of manacles, and his form flickered at the edges, black smoke bleeding into brightness and sizzling away. “What does it matter, Eos? You have made no relevant point. You revealing me here shows that after all this time, you cannot even punish me because you know that the cost is too high and I cannot die, unless you die.”
Sheba, the Primordial of Unbroken Horizon, could no longer hold back her anger and sorrow at the being she had called her brother and partner for so long. Her voice was so filled with pain that it seemed to reach the Noctis that she knew and not the Architect,
“This is not who you are, Noctis. My brother is not one to serve at the feet of the ones who would condemn all of Existence to this madness. The one who fed you hope in the dark, the one who told you the Grand Creator would blink… they lie. Stand with us again, brother… with me.”
For a moment, it seemed as if her words had touched something inside him, but then, Noctis bared teeth that were no longer teeth but rents in reality itself as he struggled to escape the hold of Eos. “You think I will betray myself, you stupid hut? I am greater than anything your small minds can imagine, and you should be worshipping the Temple that made the Eos to be who he is today, not him! We cannot be stopped, and we will have the final victory.”
“But you already lost,” came the calm reply from Circe, the Primordial of Endless Kindling. Her voice carried over to the struggling Primordial. “The moment you laughed at Eos’s mercy, you betrayed the promise you made when you took the oath to serve at his side. You laughed because you believed he could not do anything to truly hurt you. But can you not see Noctis, that he would not bring you here if he had not found a solution to your problem…” Then she smiled, “Perhaps you know the truth, but you are not allowing yourself to see it. Sheba, your sister, mourns for you, but in your arrogance, you have forgotten what it meant to know fear.”
Noctis roared, “My true consciousness dwells outside of Existence, I cannot be killed, you stupid bit…”
The blade of the Destroyer burst out of his chest, and Eos released the hand he used in holding up Noctis, causing the Primordial to gasp in pain as he was held up in the air by the blade that was so sharp that his weight was making it so that it was slowly cutting through his body in two as it headed for his neck.
He spat out a bloody foam that was compressed Origin dying, and he smiled a bloody smile, “What is the use of killing me, Eos? I shall only resurrect by drawing out your essence and soul. You waste resources that would have been better spent resurrecting your beloved children.”
Eos growled, “You should have listened to them. After claiming that you created me, you should have understood my character better and the full reach of my power. My Essence and Soul were poured into your body to feed your resurrection, but you believe it is now yours alone… You are wrong. This connection to me is a weakness, but it is also a fucking door.”
Noctis’s eyes widened in astonishment and pure horror when he felt not just the pain from the blade that had not cut through his neck reach his chin, but also the countless trillions of tendrils that had reached across the barrier of his Origin that made him not just Noctis, the Primordial of Screaming Void, but also his form as an Architect of the Temple of End.
He felt his connection with Eos crack and crumble as the Essence of Screaming Void buried inside the Origin Land was drained until there was nothing left, and this draining continued to reach his main body, and he barely had the time to scream before he was turned to ash.
“No… no… this cannot be. Lumen would not allo…”
Eos flicked his wrist, and the blade of his destroyer smoothly exited from the top of Noctis’s skull, and before the body could even fall, his hand made several slow slicing motions that diced Noctis into a billion pieces.
Turning his blade to the flat side, he caught all the pieces of Noctis upon it, and then he flicked it, sending it into the heavens where they transformed into stars that spread all over the Origin Realms.
“In death, you should find your purpose. Light up the night for my children.”
