For it knew what was to accompany this birth of a new Demon, a Demon that would bring forth the ire of him, the tyrant that rules the material plane.
And it’s ending, one can imagine.
Unaware to them all, in a world built up of thoughts and the mories of those that Lakram consud. So things were playing out.
And in those mories, the eyes of an old being opened up. Eye containing vicissitudes of life and maturity that was never present in Lakram.
But this was Lakram, or an aspect of him, who moved in these mories, looking for the key to completely control this bizarre power that Lakram had obtained. "Humans have evolved a lot since my ti." Spoke the figure, sotis his voice being that of a child, and then that of an old man.
"The innocence lost." It spoke, looking at the boy, turning his head from his dying father. "But never growing up." He saw the immaturity of this boy, never taking up responsibilities and even looking away from the misery of his mother who died in her bed after working in what seed to be factories.
’But where is it?’ Usually, the key is the core aspect of a person’s life, the defining feature that made them what they are, and through that key, Lakram or the one who took over Lakram’s identity long ago would be able to steal Jester’s true identity as well.
’Where is it?’ The story kept playing, things happened that opened the figure’s eyes, the primal part of his consciousness even recalling the things that it had forgotten once the nightmares ca into the whole journey.
Followed by a hundred years of misery, which was far longer in this dream of the dead. But the man in it never fell. "No, it’s not this." He spoke, looking at Jester falling into the lake that opened the door to the other side of earth, one a bit larger, but all the sa.
’This being... His life is unique.’ For a Primordial god like him, it’s hard to co across sothing that truly intrigues him, even though the majority of his mories are sealed into the very universe itself and him being unable to access it. But the things he saw through the minds and eyes of this being were imnse.
Things that even this being can’t recall, but for a primordial god like him, it was easy, more so due to what he had done in the days of Legends.
’No this as well?’ The more the story went, the harder it beca to find the key that Lakram was looking for. The key through which he can make Jester’s powers and abilities his own. ’It’s not making sense.’ The ti and mories soon reached the present, and he even witnessed so of his old siblings making contact with this Jester, but it was obvious what Jester carried.
But for so reason, none of the big incidents that would impact a human’s life had any impact on Jester. Sothing was wrong and it was definitely not his abilities, which had even scared his siblings.
’No, sothing is wrong.’ Nightmares had a habit of lying, they can fool your mind and make you think the virtual was reality, it was the peak of illusions and also the path that had been damned on this land for certain reasons.
Which made it even harder, considering that Lakram had been felled by his brother the very first ti because he touched the thing his sister had control over.
A sister that doesn’t exist anymore.
"To fool the god of mischief, your nightmares are very powerful... &#R@(." It was a na that shouldn’t be said. A na forgotten by the jester, a na that doesn’t exist in this world anymore.
But once it was spoken, the very sea of mories trembled, as all the heads in the countless scenes that play in the sea turned to look at Lakram, the figure, the boy, the rat, the clown, the dwarf, and the man, there were many forms, so simple, so bizarre. There were even so that didn’t make sense.
And all of them at this point looked toward Lakram, all their mouth speaking. " &#R@( is dead." Which instantly killed all those figures in the mory, sending out a wave that sealed away Lakram from the sea of mories.
"You dare imbecile." The God of mischief, born as God of innocence and worshipped by the young and pure. He was deed as the purest and most innocent. But that innocence died with age when all those God loved died one by one in a brutal manner, or just by old age. For the innocent god, it had broken his mind.
For the innocent him, he couldn’t handle all the misery that existed in the world.
So he grew up a bit, from innocence, he adopted mischief, spreading chaos wherever he went, distracting...
"ENOUGH!!... you... how dare you." Spoke the god, his eyes filled with rage, but his heart only with confusion.
Even when he beca a god of Mischief and caused chaos throughout the world.
"I said shut up." Shouted Lakram, breaking the sea of consciousness, along with the countless chains and locks that sealed Jester’s mori...
"YOu... where are you? How did you? " He wished to know how I lived, the pitiful god who had just been reborn in my body, my soul by absolutely nothing dares to ask such questions. But who’s to tell him that immortality is not sothing beings like him can possess?
"Nightmares, those things inside... I awoke you." For a god of Mischief, it really took ti for him to understand sothing as simple as that.
I died, but I can never die. My body, my soul, all was consud by this god, but he could never digest it. I am an anomalous being, unnatural, the laws of the world don’t apply to in a true sense.
As long as even a part of remains, like a rat, I will keep spreading.
"You consud , and I will consu you," I spoke, looking toward the shady figure that took the form of a young man. A teenager from the looks of it, a mischievous teen that glared toward the heavens and then laughed. "I have already consud what you used to be, and if I can’t digest it, I can just discard it like a festering piece of flesh. I can live without your abilities."
The god of Mischief had died in his brother’s arms and tried to revive as a nature god that was abundant in numbers, but even then he was found out and hunted.
And with how there was one agent of his brother outside, such death will co soon to him once he rises as a new Demon, and soon a demon god. Which he can’t accept.
He needed to abandon nature like he did with his old identity, he needed a new and greater path to follow.
And what’s better than Nightmare, the reason for his demise, and the tool through which he will be impossible to be killed in the future?
But all of it depends on the chance that he does succeed in taking over Jester completely, and if he can’t. No worries, for a primordial like him, he can always find a way.
This is why the arrogance of Lakram never died, even if a part of him was greedy for the jester, the other part which was far more mature than God of Innocence understood the danger of it all.
"Stop with this narration, it’s annoying you see."
"But why do you find it annoying?... Aren’t you ?"
"..."
Delusion.
"You are delusional." Nothing happened, there was no power left in Jester’s hand, even the soul fragnts that once made up Jester had been consud by Lakram, all that remained was Jester’s mories and the key through which Lakram can unlock Jester’s abilities.
Otherwise in a general sense, Jester as a being doesn’t exist anymore. As for what this is, the one narrating to you all.
It’s nothing more than cumulative mories playing together to form thoughts and emotions. Just like a dead record that might be capable of so interaction.
"And mad." Spoke Lakram, intending to leave this wonderful place that can be considered the tomb of Jester, sothing that will be discarded by Lakram soon enough.
But.
"You are , a part of my spirit that was overwritten by the mories and thoughts of Lakram," I spoke again, causing the steps of the figure to pause. "Delusion." He spoke again, but this ti, he didn’t step further, and instead started to turn into mist, leaving this mory bank.
"Of course, that’s just it... I am a Delusional Demon, hoping to remind you of the truth."
At those words, the space cracked. "You..." And the face of Lakram suddenly materialized, turning into that of a Young man, then a spirit, then a rat, and then countless other forms as his body started to mutate as well. "WHAT... is this?"
Shouted Lakram, his body not listening to his words and mories not flooding into his brain, followed by countless other thoughts, emotions, and madness that had never been part of Lakram. "No... you."
"I don’t want to be a god; I am fine being a Demon." With those words, the very space cracked, followed by a giant eye that appeared above Lakram’s head.
An eye that he knew very well. "ABYSS."
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