“Zenkhald…” soone’s foreign whisper echoed in the darkness while he slept. “Zenkhald… let
in.”
Strange. Soone was trying to penetrate his consciousness, and on top of that, dictate their terms. An agreent? That ans he will forget everything after this dream. Well, this is damn interesting. Alright.
Zenkhald found himself sitting on a white floor, woven as if from clouds. Right in front of him towered sothing enormous and blindingly glowing.
"Hello, Zenkhald," the entity pronounced. "You don't rember , but I am the very one who cursed you."
In that instant, foreign mories crashed into his mind at high speed. He rembered everything. Zenkhald threw his head back and burst out laughing.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Yes, yes, yes, I rember now, False God!" he said.
The voice of the False God seed to sound from everywhere: "When I placed the curse on you, I realized how greatly I was mistaken. I gave you not a punishnt, but a gift. The gift to forget every fifteen years. But you..." A hollow laugh echoed through the white space. "But you put shackles on yourself by creating that book. From the mont I cursed you, exactly three thousand years have passed. No more, no less."
Zenkhald lazily rolled onto his side and scratched the back of his head. "Three thousand? Hmm, I think you're mistaken..."
But he wasn't allowed to finish. "Mira hides the real dates from you to make it easier to control you," the False God cut him off.
Zenkhald drew out, puzzled: "Uuuuh... And why are you even talking to ? I supposedly killed your children. And those who are they to you... relatives or whoever? Killed them too."
"I was watching you," the False God began to answer. "Only you, every second. When troubles or misfortunes happened to you, when you felt bad—I felt so good. I enjoyed it. Every ti you lost soone, cried, when you were in pain—I reveled in it. For three thousand years I watched over you. But during this ti, I'll tell the truth, I grew attached to you. Along with your suffering, I also observed your happiness. But you put a noose around your own neck with your book. mories—they are so poisonous. After the death of all my loved ones, I realized what joy I had given you: the ability to forget all this pain ti after ti. But you ruined everything yourself."
The False God paused and continued: "The cores of my children and brothers rged into one, and now they are in this body. You received such power that physically no one can hurt you. But your head—is your weakest point."
"Here is what I find interesting," Zenkhald interrupted him. "I was cursed by you. And who cursed the others? Since we are having such amiable conversations."
"Fate gives all this."
Zenkhald exhaled in disappointnt: "Yeah, right, yes. How easy it is to bla everything on fate."
"By the way, you weren't supposed to be born at all," the False God continued. "The fate of your loved ones was predestined completely differently. Your sister, Mira, was born with a great mission—ones like her are brought into the world to maintain balance. And your old acquaintance, Elinia Laurel, was supposed to et Mira Helvard. Elinia's elite class and Mira Helvard were supposed to destroy the impending evil. They were ant to wipe out the demons who went on the attack again, and then fight my son, Phanuel, and stop him. In that battle, many were supposed to die, and my children would have asked for rcy for them, for a great light was born among humans."
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The glowing figure trembled slightly. "BUT YOU... Because of you, fate changed. And now even I do not see what is supposed to happen. Mira's fate was rewritten. She was supposed to beco the hero of this world and stop the great evil. But now I sit and think: maybe the great evil—is you? I see the predestined fate. It still says: 'hero of the world' and 'stop the great evil.' Her destiny hasn't changed. But because of you, Mira Helvard beca as strong as Elinia Laurel. Because of you, all the races are now mixed."
"Hmmm," Zenkhald rely gave a loud scoff. "This is all cool, of course, what you are telling , but I didn't hear anything about Lucida. Isn't she your daughter?"
The False God laughed: "JUST LIKE YOU, she is a mistake of this world. She couldn't even reach you when you were the Demon King."
"I see," Zenkhald nodded. "Shall I ask myself?" "Yes." "So why did you decide to talk to ? You don't open the gates so that I would co, fight you, close everything, and not leave the keys to your world."
"Three thousand years... watching you, I wondered: aren't you tired yet?" the False God pronounced. "I am giving you one chance. I can dispel your curse. If you refuse—I will not offer again, and you will miss your opportunity."
"No," Zenkhald answered quickly. He bared his teeth, making him look like a predator. "I can feel even from here that you are afraid. Ha-ha-ha, you're afraid! I feel how you are hiding that your powers are running out. Slowly, but sothing is happening to you."
"FOOL!" the False God thundered. "The price of my brothers' lives is embedded in your curse! They gave their lives to fulfill it. This is your only chance!"
Zenkhald burst into laughter again. The light emanating from the False God noticeably dimd. "I get it. Tomorrow you simply won't have enough power to dispel it. You want to lift my curse to take away my powers. But you can't do it yourself, not enough strength! A-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Snap. The incomprehensible glowing figure suddenly took shape, becoming like a human. One of its forearms and hand were covered in solid blackness. This was exactly the arm Zenkhald had once managed to bite.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" the False God exclaid. "This world is becoming dark and gloomy. Look at . ALRIGHT. You will bring about the end of the world with your own hands and destroy everything, everything is heading exactly towards that. You don't need to see the future to understand this. My grandchildren live on the new continent."
Zenkhald raised an eyebrow questioningly: "Grandchildren?"
"Yes. You didn't kill my ninth son, the Last Archangel. My grandchildren live on the new continent, and each of them, like a bomb, is only waiting for you. Mira will think these are the keys to the puzzle, but in the end, she herself will bring about the end of the world."
"Ahhh, got it. You an to say that I will destroy all your grandchildren, and sothing will happen to the world?"
The False God seed to smile. "Exactly. After these events, magic will finally beco a fairy tale for many millennia. And then new troubles will co in the form of monsters, Zenkhald."
"I see. Listen, one more question," Zenkhald rembered. "And the Fear Demons... how did they appear?"
"One of my brothers ruled the world of the dead. But because of you, he died, and there was no one left to control that world."
"I get it," Zenkhald drew out. "Daaaamn, False God, you dropped so crazy spoilers. Why? I'm going to forget everything anyway."
The False God smiled and pronounced: "Until we et again."
So many questions he left behind.
Zenkhald woke up abruptly. He looked down and stared at his hands.
"Where am I?" he whispered into the emptiness. "And... who am I?"
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