Will of chaos - Chapter 1942: Cap 1938: Sister! What have you done!?
Chapter 1942: Cap 1938: Sister! What have you done!?
Author’s Note: I’ve been sick for the past few days and am still recovering, so there were a few days when I couldn’t post a new Chapter. Since I’m recovering well, I don’t plan on skipping any more new Chapters from now on. If everything goes as I hope, at least…
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Pov Lena:
I was sitting with my sister in the Star Palace. Freya was beside us as we both watched the battle unfold since they arrived in that part of the universe.
“It seems the trap was already set. Those reality bubbles are illusions to hide the enemies.” (Freya)
“It was obvious the place would be guarded, so everyone prepared.” (Me)
“Sister, look at those monsters.” (Cortana)
“Something’s wrong…” (me)
“…” (Freya)
The three of us were sitting on the floor around a small table with some snacks and drinks. We were together, with Freya sitting between us. On the other side of the table, there were three energy mirrors showing the points of view of my Avatar Lolth, my sister’s Avatar, and Tarzor, who was always with Zenos.
But what we were seeing were Anomalous Creatures. We could see and feel their Auras, presences, and power. Yet, their behavior was strange. Not only that, but they all had a vaguely humanoid shape. If they were few in number, it would be possible, but with such a large number, not even one among them with a completely different form was more than strange.
“They’re fake, they’re hiding their true form, see…” (me)
Soon the battle begins, Zenos’s reckless and sudden actions aside, what I point out to them is one of the Anomalous Creatures being attacked. It’s as if a barrier around them shatters, revealing it to be an illusion. Their true appearance soon reveals itself in their armor, with dark presences of pure hatred.
“Incarnations of Hatred…” (Cortana)
“Incarnations of Hatred…?” (Freya)
“Artificial creatures created through the sacrifice of millions of existences filled with pure hatred, puppets of the Entity itself and lacking intelligence, are mere disposable tools and costly to create.” (me)
“If all these Anomalous Creatures are actually Incarnations of Hatred, then that would be a problem.” (Cortana)
“Why?” (Freya)
“They don’t seem that strong…” (Freya)
“Don’t forget who the Entity controlling them is. Hatred can strengthen them and make them work in sync like a well-trained army. They’re also difficult to destroy because they don’t have a specific vital point.” (Me)
“What… how dare the Merchant use that here!?” (Cortana)
While explaining to Freya the dangers of the Incarnation of Hatred, we suddenly saw Zenos being sent flying backward by a blast of energy that soon revealed itself as an energy creature covered in chains.
“See, he didn’t release it, he’s using it as a battering ram to break the barriers.” (Me)
“That was too dangerous. If he got free, he could destroy the dimensional membrane and cause this universe to begin to crumble.” (Cortana)
“That wouldn’t happen, the Merchant doesn’t often make mistakes. Look at the chains, it started pulling.” (Me)
Soon we see that thing being pulled back into its mirror just as it always was. It couldn’t get out. The seal hadn’t even been broken, it was only slightly opened before settling back in place.
After that, we watched for a while longer, my sister and I explaining the events to Freya, who needed to learn more about other Entities and how they assemble their forces.
The number of Incarnations of Hatred was quite high this time. It seems this universe has good compatibility with Hatred’s techniques, but it only infuriates me to think of the number of sacrifices that must have been made to create that many Incarnations of Hatred.
As we watched the ensuing battles, we soon saw the Avatar appear. His appearance was different from what Ronan had reported, confirming that Hatred had already granted him his second chance.
“See, Templars of Hatred.” (Cortana)
“They managed to create two?” (me)
“It must be because of the void that forms in the population of this universe over generations.” (Cortana)
“Even so, they’re still flawed.” (me)
“They’ll always be flawed. She doesn’t have the capabilities we have or the ones Inferno possesses.” (me)
“Even so, she shouldn’t have created her so quickly… what’s going on?” (me)
Something was wrong. Even if the Incarnations of Hatred could be created by the fundamental differences in this universe and the unique differences in sacrifices, it still shouldn’t be possible to create two Templars of Hatred, much less so quickly.
I turn to look at Freya, who remains silent, simply listening to learn, but my sister doesn’t seem surprised to see the two Templars of Hatred. She turns, noticing my gaze, and our eyes meet.
“(That Grimoire…)” (me)
“…” (Cortana)
She shook her head as if to say she couldn’t speak, meaning this information belongs only to her memory of Death.
But even so, it was enough for my Avatar to advance on the Avatar of Hate to better see what he was carrying at his waist: the Infernal Grimoire. Everything began to make sense: the large number of Incarnations of Hate, the presence of the two Templars of Hate, and the large amount of concentrated miasma.
This was dangerous; garlic like this shouldn’t be in Hate’s possession. Now I wonder how long ago this happened, how this Artifact ended up in his hands.
While thinking about this, I saw that my Avatar advanced alone, while my sister’s Avatar advanced against the mist, something I didn’t understand. I thought she would attack the Avatar of Hate with me, but it seems she had different plans.
“Cortana…?” (Me)
“You’re too right; the goal wasn’t the battle.” (Cortana)
“We just had to make everything else so confusing that Hate wouldn’t be able to concentrate.” (Cortana)
“What do you know that I don’t?” (me)
“…” (Cortana)
“(She wouldn’t act like this if it weren’t for an important reason, but she still remains silent… it seems it really has to do with her inherited memories.)” (me)
As I watched all this and my mind raced with conjecture about what my sister was trying to accomplish, suddenly everyone’s eyes turned to what Davoth’s subordinate Ascendant was accomplishing.
“That statuette… he can’t be thinking of releasing that thing!” (me)
“It wouldn’t be all bad, the Avatar of Hatred is present.” (Cortana)
“Exactly. You don’t really think Hatred hasn’t thought of ways to deal with his own creation, do you?” (me)
“Still, would Hatred be capable of doing anything in this situation?” (Cortana)
“What is that woman coming out of the statuette?” (Freya)
“Inferno wasn’t the only one to try to generate descendants. Other Entities have been trying for much longer, and one of the most successful was Hatred.” (me)
“The Incarnations of Hatred, like the Templars of Hatred, are the failed products of these attempts.” (Cortana)
“As for that woman, she was a half-failure. In a way, she possesses the power of the Concept of Hatred herself; she has a body, a Soul, and an Existential Spark.” (me)
“But she is still flawed. Her true essence lies in an amalgam of Hatred directed at the one who created her. They are like the sum of many wills against the same enemy. She has no self-control or any emotions other than Hatred.” (Me)
“With an Avatar of Hatred present, she will attack him, ignoring everything else around her. But if it weren’t for her presence, she would attack our group.” (Cortana)
A truly pitiful existence, made of the sacrifices of an entire universe, the combined hatred of this entire universe against a single entity, carrying the Will of infinite fallen existences within her in an eternal cycle of Hatred.
I didn’t think I would see this thing here, much less that one of the Ascended would have it here, since her other sisters were largely destroyed or sealed away. This one seems to have been one of those sealed away.
But before I could be surprised, a change occurred. Amidst the miasma, a whirlpool formed, sucking in that mass of pure hatred as if it were a banquet. A sinister presence emerged, a ghostly presence I quickly recognized before staring in horror at my sister as her Avatar ran from the miasma after causing such a calamity.
“Sister! What have you done!?” (Me)
“I did what had to be done.” (Cortana)
“This will kill Zenos!!” (Me)
“It won’t… I hope…” (Cortana)
“What are they talking about?” (Freya)
“What is this thing amidst the miasma!?” (Freya)
My words seemed to trigger Freya’s concern, but this thing is truly dangerous and cannot be controlled.
An existence born in death, one of the Embodiments of Chaos born during the death of one of the Chaos Bringers of the past.
A Specter who came into existence already dead, incomplete for eternity, despises what he can never experience, condemned to suffering from birth, lost in endless madness.
“(Something like this shouldn’t exist…)” (me)
