The silence that followed Sol's confession was absolute.
Echidna’s expression froze. For a mont, she did not even move, nor did she breathe. Then her brows drew together in confusion, not disbelief. She was already trying to calculate what he ant, where it could lead.
Ambrosia was less restrained. “You’re serious?” None of them doubted Sol. They knew him enough already to understand that he would never joke about sothing like this.
However, this very insight into his character was exactly what paralyzed their mind for an instant. The facts that Sol brought to the table had completely changed their perception of the world.
Sol nodded. “Completely.”
Anubis narrowed his eyes. “Let’s say that a creator God did exist. Are you not from Earth like ? How then are you suddenly claiming yourself to be the reincarnation of so Father God?”
Anubis tried to examine Sol’s soul, wondering if the body had gotten confused or if he was being manipulated by so being to spout such drivel.
“Souls don’t reincarnate only once. You should know that more than anyone else.” Sol clarified. “Just to be clear, I'm not a clone. Nor a vessel or the results of so kind of inhumane experints. I am more akin to a continuation than a reincarnation. We may share the sa soul, but we have two distinct identities. I know what you are feeling, trust , I do. I didn’t believe it at first, either.”
“How?” Echidna asked. The question was simple, but her voice was tight and her breath was short. Clearly, she was using every ounce of her ntal strength to force herself to stay calm and lucid. She was also clearly failing and looked like she was one trigger away from jumping at Sol.
“I’ve been having visions,” Sol said. “Not dreams. mories. Fragnts of a life that wasn’t mine— but now is. A place before this world existed. The creation of the laws, the structure of mana, and the shaping of ti and soul. I didn’t understand at first. I am still mostly confused, sealing the mories so that they do not affect and overwrite what I am now.”
He looked at them all, one by one, gazing deeply at their eyes as though peering into their very souls.
“I’m telling you this now because I need you. The information I have in my head tells how to use godly power, but now to fully understand this, I will need your help.”
Anubis pinched his brows and muttered under his breath, “I am too old for this shit.” He let out a sigh of frustration, then faced Sol again.
“Very well, Sol. We are clearly working with an asymtric level of information. Why not start from the very beginning and explain everything?”
“This is going to be a long story.”
Tea was refilled on the table, and a new cup appeared in front of Sol.
“Go on,” Ambrosia said as she sipped her black tea with grace and elegance. “We have all day.”
Sol chuckled and looked down at his reflection in his tea. It was troubled, mirroring the ripples in his heart.
This would be the first ti he spilled everything. It was quite frightening if he had to be honest.
But as they said, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
“Well. Since it’s a story, let’s start with style.” Sol grinned, chasing away the mist covering his thoughts. This was the most logical action he could take at the mont. At this point, hiding more was just a waste of ti and a risk hazard.
“Once upon a ti, there was a boy nad Adam.” Since he needed to start from the beginning, he would do so.
From the very Beginning. The Origin of everything.
“For 20 years, that boy lived a normal life. Thinking that he was just a normal human. He had a simple goal in life and a sick mother to take care of.”
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Anubis and the others looked at him with attention. They did wonder what kind of story he was talking about.
“As you may have already thought. This boy was not so normal, and he discovered the Truth about himself on his 21st Birthday in a very interesting manner.”
“How so?” Anubis couldn’t help but act.
“Simple. He died. Killed by a crazy serial murderer.”
Echidna chortled, but Sol ignored her.
“That should have been the end for the boy nad Adam. People die when they are killed after all.” This ti, only Sol and Anubis snickered as they exchanged a knowing glance. “But well, that was clearly not the case for him. On that day, Adam revived, and he was forever changed.”
Sol started slowly at first. He introduced enough to explain who Adam was and how this mortal man, cursed with immortality, rose to the rank of godhood and created his own universe.
For this, many details were skipped. This was a Genesis that could not be covered in just a few words or a few hours of explanation. A past worthy of its own tale.
“Adam created this world. The Father God of all living creatures and also one who nearly brought this universe to an End.” Reaching there, he frowned and stopped himself.
The Twilight of the Gods was an event that brought extre anguish to Adam. It was also a period of ti he barely rembered, and as such, there was not much Sol could say about that period.
What he did know, though, was that Adam was not the only one who fought and killed during this period.
“Gods fought and killed each other. Sibling betraying and devouring each other to obtain and contain more concepts. To beco more complete. It was a ti when the term ally was nothing but a luxury and, funnily, in those tis of war, Luxuria managed to lead her 13 sisters and stop them from succumbing to the madness of the apocalyptic tis.”
He closed his eyes. “They may not have been the strongest. But in a world where everyone else fought alone, targeting a group of 14 that had each other’s back was simply an impossible venture. For so reason, Adam also never truly targeted them. In the end, only a re twenty or so goddesses survived, and even those who did were terribly wounded and soon succumbed to their wounds. One such example was the Goddess of Death.”
He looked at Anubis. “The Goddess may have died, and you may have obtained her Artefact. But she did not die by the Blade of the End, and as such, her soul survived and entered the circle of reincarnation. She is alive, sowhere, and as long as she exists, the Throne of Death will be hard to acquire.”
He then looked at Ambrosia, “The sa goes for Ti, Space, and Life as well. Obviously, there is no need to even talk about the Throne of Destruction. Thankfully, we have a loophole here. If the Witches obtain divinity in my own Dinsion, then we should be able to escape the limitations of this universe.”
He wetted his lips with the tea and continued, “After the Twilight of the Gods, Adam killed himself. But even he could not erase his own essence. So he planned to slowly destroy it through reincarnation and death. Each reincarnation would weaken the soul, chipping away at his very essence. Sotis those reincarnations would awaken the Power of the End and bring destruction to their respective universe, but there was little Adam could do to stop that. That was his very essence, his calling. The cycle continued for a long ti. Until Adam reached what should have been his last reincarnation. Nothing but the faintest embers of his existence remained at this juncture. One more death, and it would truly be the end for him. But Fate had sothing else in reserve.”
“That reincarnation was you,” Anubis said.
“Yes. I died. Even now, I still do not rember how I died. I do not even rember much of my life on Earth. Not even the face of my own parents. Fragnts of mories that bring little to no emotions. Only indifference.” He shrugged. “Well, it doesn’t matter. What matters is—”
“Hold on a minute.” Anubis stopped and looked at Sol seriously. “It matters. It matters a lot in fact.”
Sol frowned, “Anubis, I understand that you still have lingering attachnts to our old world. But…”
“No, you don’t understand. Don’t you find it strange? You have always been a curious man, and you are telling that your lack of mory doesn’t strike you as odd?
You are a King realm existence for fucks sake, your computing abilities are beyond anything remotely human. In fact, the very mont you beca a Duke, you should have been able to perfectly rember everything down to the smallest details, and now you are telling you don’t even rember the face of your own parents?”
Sol’s eye twitched.
“I…”
“Okay. Let’s say that you indeed do not rember them. Let’ say that the mories of the past are blurry. Let ask you only one question.”
By then, Sol was massaging his forehead. He felt a small headache and a true distaste for this discussion. He did not understand why Anubis was talking about this now. There was no need to focus on this fact when they had more important things to talk about.
However, Anubis did not care about Sol's irritated expression as he posed a simple yet significant question.
“Sol, please tell . What was your na in your last life?”
Sol shook his head with a sigh, clearly astonished by the simplicity of the question. “What do you an, what was my na? Of course, it was… it was… it… Huh?”
His eyes beca cloudy, unfocused, lost even as his mind drifted off. He could not help but mumble to himself as a faint question took root in his mind.
“What was my na?”
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