Rowan did not know how to describe his feelings accurately, to find himself in the endless imnsity of space from the small prison of the Nexus almost felt like an illusion.
The universe before him was like a painting, and the heavenly bodies it held were precious mories that had been carefully drawn on its canvas.
Sotis it was impossible to describe a sensation thoroughly alien to you, whatever he was feeling presently, he had never felt it before. And he found sothing new about himself at this ti… That he was beginning to love this feeling.
The prospect of being in one place, then another in a blink of an eye was a concept that would never get old to him. Life for him had turned into a series of picture books, and anyti he blinked, a new page was turned and he appeared sowhere new.
Every blink was a new world, and he wanted to keep his eyes open long enough, so he doesn't miss anything because they went by so fast.
It was at this ti that he began to feel sothing besides fear, anger, remorse, and a need for revenge. His life recently has been characterized by nothing else but negativity. Monstrous events after another occurred on a regular basis, and he was sure he was already partly insane.
Sitting on this table and seeing creation arrayed in front of him in this manner brought out a sense of purpose inside him that he feared he had been lacking all this ti. Of course, he needed to take his revenge, he wanted to escape that invisible chain wrapped around him, but…
He wanted to be here!
The thought was like lightning in his brain, if he was capable of crossing planets or other realms with any of his abilities, he would do so. It was impossible not to not want to feel the vastness of the universe, sitting here and seeing just a small corner of it.
He wanted to walk across all of creation. He wished to explore all the sights, he yearned to taste the finest of food and wine, he desired love, connection, family, simply put, more than everything, he did not want to just exist, he wanted to live. Truly experience life and all the joy and sorrow that cos with it.
With an extrely long lifespan, what was better to do with it, than to spend it in that manner. His desires caused him to raise a hand towards the stars, and he found himself as if he were grasping at all the worlds in front of him, he clenched his hand into a fist, it appeared as if he was taking hold of all of creation in his grasp.
That desire was echoed by the Legendary Skill he had—World Engine. The desire to collect and convert worlds.
He found himself laughing, and even though the voice coming from his mouth was not his own, he did not find it disconcerting. He was an Empyrean, and he would see far stranger sights and perform far stranger deeds.
At this ti, maybe Rowan did not fully understand it, but he had co to fully accept his existence, and he did not just want to survive, he wanted to thrive!
What sort of sights would he see? He was extrely determined to pursue this goal. Anyone who stood against him, he would crush!!!
At the end of the day. I'm just trying to beco a tourist. How disappointing Rowan.
"Now, isn't this an interesting sight?" A calm male voice broke him out of his reverie. The language spoken was dan. Obviously, this language should be used outside Trion as well, although it was said the language was created by God King Golgoth, sohow Rowan doubted it.
Rowan swept his senses across the table, and was unsurprised to see that the four "statues" had reanimated. The one who resembled a kind old wizard had a smile on his face and all the gems and knick-knacks he had on his long flowing white beard glittered. He wore a flowing blue robe that had various magical runes embedded in it.
Rowan glimpsed a staff that rested by his side, and hovering on top of the staff was a cube that slowly rotated and occasionally gave out various colors of light.
The female turned out to be a beautiful woman, with eyes that glowed the white of moonlight, she had cupped her chin in her palm and was looking at him in great interest. Her hair was also white, and she wore a robe that was darker than night.
The robe seed to rge with the darkness, which sotis made it appear as if her head was floating in darkness.
The voice that drew Rowan away from his contemplation ca from the third man who was sitting at the center of the semicircle, he appeared regal and had a commanding presence like an Emperor. His crown blazed with a golden fla, and it reminded Rowan of a dream he once had, he filed that thought for later.
The most surprising, however, was the "Demon" . His skin was red, and his eyes sparkled like gemstones, at this mont he was looking at him with dumbfounded amazent.
Rowan's movents were still very sluggish, as if he was still getting used to this body, he sat down more comfortably on his chair that resembled a Throne, that Rowan discovered was hovering above the ground, "Hi, everyone!"
Wow, you are such a smooth operator Rowan, I an of all ways to introduce yourself to beings who might wipe you out of existence with just a blink of their eyes… you chose that?
A loud sound reverberated around the hall, like the blare from a trumpet. It was long, and it seed to continue for an eternity before it stopped.
A genderless voice suddenly proclaid, "Congratulations, Ohrox, Prince of Destruction, for your successful resurrection, and your rekindling of your Infernal Spark. The scourge of creation has risen, let all of creation tremble."
The empty, almost robotic way the voice spoke made Rowan feel a weird disquietness, if a corpse had ever spoken, this is what it would sound like.
Was this voice talking about him? Was the identity of this demon's body Ohrox? If that was the case, he could detect no other souls or spirits here with him inside, he could tell because he was a Soul Reaver. This body was empty.
What sort of identity did he just manage to steal?
"How's that possible?" The Demon gasped, "I can see you here with , but it's still hard for to believe it. Ohrox, I watched Tiberius render your Physical form to nothingness, and he took your bones to build his throne. Volgim crushed your Infernal Spark inside the God Forge, and Golgoth shattered your Origin Treasure. How can you still be alive? Apart from your castle, your Abyssal level had been seized millennia ago."
Wow. This person had really been placed inside the blender, wasn't he? Is this what it took to kill a Demon Prince? This Demon seed to know the identity of this body closely, I must be careful with everything I'm saying.
Even as Rowans thought flew about, he softly spoke, "Yet, here I am."
The genderless voice sounded once more. "The Origin Treasure of the Prince of Destruction has taken root inside a Divine ntal Space, and a new Prince of Destruction has been born."
Rowan's mind seized on the phrase "New Prince of Destruction." Was this body a title, and not just a singular identity? If so, he might have a chance.
"Is that the reason I cannot see any trace of Karma on him? He has no affiliation or thrones, no armies or worlds, he is… empty!" The man with the flowing white beard spoke, and he stroked that glorious beard.
Rowan was determined if he survives in the future to grow a beard like that soday.
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