Capítulo 1186: No Lies
“A sight… So bright! I see! I see light!”
The denizens of the Divine Realm went into action quickly, releasing a handful of problematic beings, sending them toward what was now being referred to as the Undead Stronghold.
They were starting slow to begin with, not only because they wanted to conserve resources, but also because they did not wish to lose control over their pawns and have to deal with them themselves. That would just be counterproductive.
The Divine Realm’s nature ant that there were no true cardinal directions within it. Getting where you wanted to go was a matter of will. If you couldn’t summon enough determination to head to your destination, then the rhythmic pulse of the change the realm went through with every passing second would force you to rely on chance.
To get started, the deities released dangerous, banished divinities, but the sort that could be negotiated with without much problem. Of course, also not the strongest of the bunch. It was good to be able to converse and be able to strike a deal, but no god would agree to any sort of terms if they were powerful enough to simply forcefully invoke their will into reality.
Currently, one of the released holy prisoners was a tall, cloaked figure who moved forward with what looked to be limping steps, advancing with one pale, grey arm sticking from the front and out of the cloak, crooked finger and gaunt hand seemingly reaching forward toward nothing.
The cloak of flaked, faded yellow dragged upon the ground, the edges tainted by traces of ancient ichor. The hood hangs low, concealing whatever may be hiding below. Many would suspect sothing humanoid, but considering where this reviled, and yet, once worshipped divinity had co from, nothing could be trusted.
“Cu…~ Cu…~ Cursed…~ Cursed fla…~ Where… Where are we? Where is I? Where is my I…? Oh… It’s right there… Right by side, how could I have forgotten? Ahahah…”
The Cloaked One muttered to himself from ti to ti, but his advance never halted, slowed down, or changed in any noticeable manner. His voice rippled from his location, but sohow seed disconnected, as though the speaker and the body were two different beings, stuck together, and yet in completely different places.
Divine winds blew by, his cloak was unaffected, only the white hair growing upon his arm budged. His thumb and index twitched as the Undead Stronghold ca into view, and soon, followed a cessation of movents altogether.
“Blighted bloom… Pale tree… Putrescence in the form of wondrous nature… What a delightfully disgusting manifestation of one’s power… What is this that I feel about this…? What could it be that is the progenitor of such succulent distatefulness? Oooh… Is it one of those…? How fitting. The foolish fools of the foolish pantheons must not be aware of their foolishness in sending this here present fool on this foolish errand!”
“The Fool marks the beginning of a journey for a reason, after all… What beautiful design it was to make foolishness the gear that pushes ingenuity forward! Ah…”
There was no sound, but he heard soone land a distance behind him, and thus, twisted his neck first to look at them.
“How fortunate I am today… Freed from eternal imprisonnt, and greeted by a beautiful and most youthful flower… My person was not inford of the dead people having dead divinities that hailed from outside the realm”
His body turned around a few monts later, flesh squelching as he did so, extending his already visible arm toward the undead in front of him.
“Grant thy na, Milady… My infatuation might just be the end of if I can not even learn such a basic thing about your charming person!”
The undead he conversed with was not a full divinity, like he was implying. It was the false idol Loimos had once slain inside a hidden underwater cavern. A creature who had enslaved a civilisation of people for the purpose of being worshipped into godhood.
That plan had been thwarted by Loimos’s passage, or rather, it would have been if not for the miracle of undeath. She had been rebirthed into sothing better and further assisted in growing divine.
She still looked like she had in life, however. Not because of divinity, it was simply a normal phenonon for a creature of her kind to remain seemingly unchanged, be it alive or as a corpse.
Six thin arms covered in pale chitin were clearly visible, palms brought together as though in constant prayer. Countless more baby-sized arms were bursting out of her chest. They were still at the mont, but the unrelenting will to claw and reach forth was undeniable within them.
All limbs were segnted, and her body possessed a natural, white cloak-like extension of what may be skin or perhaps the unification of what should have been two insectoid wings.
As a head, there was only a large, floating orb of paleness. Pale starlight was her attribute, and to channel it efficiently, she used to wield a staff of pale stone, but it was nowhere to be seen today.
Her confrontation with Loimos had naturally ended in her swift defeat, but as a wielder of divine energy, she had always been rather powerful. Alas, sotis you fell against a good match-up, sotis you fell against a bad match-up, and sotis what you could only view as the avatar of Death itself fell upon you. Such was fate. Such was destiny.
“Odiona”
Her response was short, but it was all the once imprisoned deity had desired to hear. He took a refined bow as though he was going to ask her if she wanted to dance. His finger bent once by one, every articulation cracked loudly twice as he did so, and once that was done, he straightened up, revealing that he had definitely been moving with a bent back before, as he was easily a quarter taller than before.
“A beautiful na for a beautiful goddess. How enchanting! How srising! Ah… Your illumination is pale, and yet… How blinded I am! The harsh bright of the Divine Realm seems so dim in comparison now… I fear that my ti in isolation has made wistful for the affection of a woman–Oh, do not mind my ramblings. I would not expect approval so soon. No… I am not deserving of any form of companionship just yet… We must first engage in romance! Thrill! Joust! Let us dance!”
The hood was pulled back, revealing a grey, deford head devoid of any features. The face was only adorned with holes resembling stab wounds perford with a wide, circular weapon, and from them, white, maggot-like protuberances poked out.
“Milady, I hope my physical form is not too harsh on your non-existent, yet certainly beautiful eyes…” The Cloaked One once again perford a bow.
This ti, making wider movents that sent his cloak backwards for a mont for extra theatrics, revealing a bare, grey body devoid of any features, and also demonstrating that he had no left arm whatsoever, whether it had been removed or had never existed, was unknown, the junction of the shoulder remained unseen even through this performance.
“I am Kaahaal, Bearer Of Harsh Truths. And I’m afraid to admit… It is harsh, I know… But this unsightly god before you has fallen madly in love at first sight. I do not ask that you reciprocate. I only desire for you to accept this truth. Can you do it?”
“Nought is difficult about accepting the truth”
“Oh… Truly the perfect woman… If only all could share the sa sentint as you do! If my body were not divine, I might have just dropped right there and then! Oh, but would it not be best for my chances of courting you? What a dilemma! Will my current self and the self following death truly be the sa person? Does a clone truly have the mories of the past before its creation, or does it rely have the reflection of the mories? Does teleportation truly transport you, or does it reconstruct you identically sowhere else? I know the answers, and those who have asked to know them were those most hurt by the truth”
“How harsh. But I love it, that’s what I was made for… But even sinister characters such as need a bit of love every once in a while…”
The maggots retreated inside his head, the ghastly pits of darkness instead filling with tainted, filthy divine energy… No, it was not just divine energy. It was flowing like a liquid. It was his divine energy, lded to his very own ichor, which he was willfully pumping out of his body through his face.
The foul unification moved like a thousand leeches, dripping onto his open palm, coalescing, twisting, contorting–Solidifying into a Tecpatl Knife which for so reason protruded with several thin spikes upon the handle region, which did not stop The Cloaked One from grasping the weapon with all his might, piercing his own hand and thus feeding the manifested dagger more of his divine blood.
“Let tell you a truth you would rather not have known…”
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