Will of chaos - Chapter 1870 - 1870: Cap 1867 (Edited): I Will Ascend Higher! Part 7

Pov Vecna:

“(An emotional first meeting~…)” (????)

“(What did you do to me!?)” (me)

“(I didn’t do anything~…)” (????)

“(All I did was give you a tool, the form it would be used in was entirely yours… aren’t you proud of what you built upon so much highly rational devastation?)” (????)

“(What was that thing? I thought I created it…)” (me)

“(You created… you created a very rudimentary and superficial copy of an extremely specific use, but you built it, but you could have chosen any form, yet you chose this specific one.)” (????)

I looked around, my memory paused at the moment that hand extended that thing to me. My eyes weren’t even on it, there was only that slit in my eyes. Beyond the colored light and the energies, there was something I couldn’t put into words at the time, something that left a deep impression on me, something that still remains etched in me and that I’ve always tried to deny, inferiority.

That rift wasn’t a simple rift in space that we used for our teleportation; it wasn’t like the collapse of our universe back then. I didn’t know how to describe it, which contradicted everything I knew. Such a conjecture was unthinkable to me, but now I understand what it was, at least I understand a little.

“(A seal!? You’re sealed!?)” (me)

“(Partly yes, I’m dead, I’m alive, I’m existing, and I’ve ceased to exist.)” (????)

“(What’s that supposed to mean?!)” (me)

“(HAHAHAHAAAHA!!!!)” (????)

The entire space in this place began to tremble, the memories trembled as if underwater, everything rippled like water, and suddenly everything stopped again as if frozen in time, but her laughter still pierced the silence of the space, a laughter that sounded like a scream of torment, a feeling of happiness with the tone of great torment.

That contradictory laughter was the first time I even considered hearing her real voice, or as close to her voice as possible, yet it was as unnerving and horrifying as everything else I’d experienced because of her.

“(It seems we have a visitor… how about opening your eyes a bit…)” (????)

“(…)” (me)

Suddenly, the memory opened as if an eye had opened in space, and what it revealed was a dark cave, a purple lake below me, and an eerily white mist all around.

Walking above the purple lake was another figure. This one was a woman with a thin, elven body, pale blue skin, butterfly wings that seemed to contain creatures within, and a single black eye on her head, along with her short, white hair.

Her body emitted a horrific presence, while her clothing was a long dress made of black leather.

“You’re taking too long to get ready. You should stop resisting, Vecna.”

“You’re conscious, which I consider commendable given your condition, but I must remind you that you have nowhere to go or nothing to do.”

“You belong to the Curse now, so stop resisting, surrender to the Curse, embrace your power, and be grateful for this opportunity few have had.”

“…” (me)

“(Interesting, it seems she knows someone is interfering, is trying to achieve a different goal…?)” (????)

I couldn’t hear or see anything from my body, but the butterfly woman’s voice seemed to echo inside my head, but this hooded thing says I’m being tested.

I didn’t know what I should do, but I couldn’t do anything about this thing inside me. It had already claimed me a long time ago, apparently. I had no control here, and I could only continue like this since I couldn’t intervene in anything.

It was my body, my Soul, and my Existence that was with me here, but I had no control. I felt horrible being at the mercy of others so helplessly.

“Nothing, your body has already been almost completely taken, your Soul has already been half marked, and your Existential Spark has already been touched.”

That thing looked at me as if it could see right through me. I knew it wasn’t the one seeing. I’ve seen that empty look that seems to contain more than can be expressed. I’ve seen that look in Ayden’s eyes before, the look of an Entity’s attention.

“I don’t know who’s acting here, but he’s ours and ours alone.”

“(Let them think and do whatever they want, it’ll just make it more fun.)” (????)

Snap

Once again, that finger snap happened inside my consciousness. The large eye slowly closed as the Avatar of Curse continued speaking. Soon, my memory was restored, still paused.

The mysterious figure was still there, as if walking on the ceiling. She pointed at me, and a formless energy gathered from everywhere, being absorbed into her fingertip. This energy was like particles of soot.

“(Did she really think she could get to you on her own?)” (????)

“(Let’s put on a little show for her.)” (????)

“(AAAAHHHH!!!!!)” (me)

Suddenly, I felt my body move. My Soul felt like it was being torn apart by its control over the stolen body. This pain only added to the torment now invading my consciousness. I lost track of time, and only agony was known.

“(Sorry, I forgot to turn on the pain~… I didn’t even notice~…)” (????)

“(…)” (me)

When the pain disappeared, it disappeared all at once, as if there was an on/off switch just as this Entity had said, but even with my consciousness flooded with pain like that, I still realized the reason for this movement.

It took control of my body and to ensure my consciousness wouldn’t notice whatever it was doing, it relegated my consciousness to my body and Soul, using this torment as a smokescreen to hide what it was doing to my body.

When the pain disappeared, so did my connection to my body and Soul. I felt as if I no longer had any of that. It was a feeling of loneliness I hadn’t expected to feel, as if I had two empty spaces inside me that needed to be filled. A feeling of need grew within me to fill these empty spaces.

“(What did you do…?)” (me)

“(Me…? I don’t know what you’re talking about~…)” (????)

“(Hahahaha… hahahaha~…)” (????)

She was now sitting in a chair, but looking at her finger, which had previously been gathering that soot-like energy from everywhere, there was now a small black and purple butterfly perched on the tip of her finger, absorbing that same energy from within me.

“(You killed an Avatar of Curse?!)” (me)

“(Let’s return to our normal programming~~.)” (????)

Without caring about my words or will, she spoke, making all the memory return to normal, but I saw her putting that butterfly inside her hood where she disappeared between universes. All that soot-like energy was now being sucked into her hood, making her appearance even more mysterious than before.

I knew she was still messing with me. This wasn’t my mind, this was my consciousness. Every image and sound here is nonexistent, mere representations created by her, and as such, she could hide anything she does without me ever noticing.

She could have hidden that butterfly, she could have hidden that soot-like energy that likely represents the Concept of the Curse, she could have hidden anything from me, yet she, who created all of this and even admitted to messing with my memories in the past, still chose to show me all these movements.

She’s provoking me, she’s trying to humiliate me more and more. She talks about herself without saying anything, she reveals all the manipulation she’s done to me, she makes me feel the pain I tried to avoid by sealing my consciousness. She shows her power without giving me a margin I can measure.

She constantly tries to shake me emotionally or rationally, whatever she seeks to achieve, she was trying to unbalance me to achieve her goal. I don’t think I can resist her, since perhaps her goal is simply to trample on everything I’ve built in search of increasing the torment I’m going through now.

“(How much longer will this last?)” (me)

“(Already tired, Vecna~…)” (????)

“(Yes, we both know you want to end me, so why continue this?)” (me)

“(If you seek to humiliate me, you would first have to make me care about your opinion or anyone else’s.)” (me)

“(You messing with my memories or frustrating me by showing my current helplessness won’t break me emotionally, and my rationality won’t be disturbed beyond a certain point before returning to a neutral state again.)” (me)

“(If I were so easily broken, I wouldn’t have reached the heights I’m at.)” (me)

“(How beautiful~~….)” (????)

“(Who are you trying to convince with this speech~… me or yourself~~…?)” (????)

“(!!!!!)” (me)

“(No (Can you handle a light caress~… how sweet~~~…)” (????)

Suddenly she was right in front of me, her bandaged hand gently caressing my face, but the sensation I felt was a torment even greater than what the Curse Entity had caused my body and soul.

She was mocking me; her personality reminded me of the two times I’d encountered the attention of Hell, but unlike the malice she possessed, this Entity seemed less simple, shrouded in a mystery that challenged me to know more while reassuring me of doom the longer I waited.

“(Now that we’re ready, how about watching your final race to the end of your own universe again~?)” (????)

“(I don’t care, let’s move on… I’ve already accepted my end, whether by your hands or by Curse’s hands, whether death or being controlled.)” (me)

“(After accepting that fact, there’s nothing you can do to me that will affect me beyond a certain point.)” (me)

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