Neraxis strolled through the perfectly maintained garden, and eventually arrived in front of a small house.
Even if it was small, he rembered it being very cozy.
After all, this was where he was born and raised at so point long ago.
He’s inside, Neraxis thought with a hum as he pushed the door open.
Lo and behold, a nearly identical replica to Neraxis himself.
It was Lagus, with his white hair and purple eyes, yet he seed much older than he rembered.
"I guess even beings like you age," Neraxis remarked, taking a few steps closer. "Were you waiting for ?"
The fireplace at the far end of the house flickered, and that was when Lagus finally turned his head in Neraxis’s direction.
"You’ve co slightly earlier than I expected," Lagus remarked with a chuckle. "According to my visions of the future, you should’ve shown up with your children to face ."
Neraxis raised a brow. "Doesn’t sound like . I would never put my children against soone as dangerous as you."
"You’d be surprised," Lagus replied. "But I suppose you had a little chat with the administrators and beca just a bit stronger."
"...Indeed," Neraxis replied dryly as he approached Lagus and sat across from him.
In front of them was the family table.
It had a small dent in the very middle from when Neraxis had accidentally fallen from the chandelier.
He was pretty hurt back then, but since his mother was pretty proficient in healing magic, she fixed him up right away.
These were warm mories would feel much warr if he wasn’t sitting in front of a psychopath.
Still, they didn’t get to fighting right away.
Instead, Neraxis reached for the bread on the table, then picked up so butter.
He spread it on the bread and took a bite.
It’s not that bad... Neraxis thought with a faint smile. "So how is it? Living forever, I an."
A mont of silence ensued as the wind from the outside blew in through the window, causing the flowers to flutter.
"It’s... not what I imagined," Lagus replied nonchalantly. "I didn’t know what I wanted eons ago, and I still don’t have the faintest clue. I want to kill, but killing you right away seems like a rcy."
He put a piece of bread in his mouth, chomping down on it.
"I could wait for your children to grow up, then take them all away from you. That’d give more satisfaction, I believe."
Neraxis didn’t even budge at that horrific comnt.
"Why not strive for sothing less dark? Maybe sothing along the lines of becoming a grandpa?"
"Pfft..." Lagus nearly choked on his bread. "If I had the capacity to feel compassion, or any other emotion for that matter, then I might consider."
He t his gaze.
"But you’re starting to turn out just like . What’s the saying again? Like father, like son?" Lagus chuckled. "Rid of emotions, rid of the shackles that hold us to our mortal shells."
With those words, Lagus downed the rest of the bread, then narrowed his eyes.
"You know... I’m nearly an all-powerful god, but there’s one thing that’s missing. An attachnt to the past, you could call it."
Neraxis tilted his head. "From your actions, I didn’t get the idea that you’re that attached to ."
"Have you heard of tough love?" Lagus muttered. "I suppose even if I don’t feel such a feeble thing as love, the sheer thought in my mind that you’re my son is holding back. That is why I need to kill you once and for all."
"That what was with all those body possessions?" Neraxis asked. "You took over my body millions of tis, and for what?"
"I was testing out a shortcut," Lagus replied, clearing his throat. "What if I took the body of the person who has emotions. Could I better understand them? Maybe I could see what makes them so... annoying."
He let out a sigh. "But after countless attempts, I could never truly take over your body. That also ant I couldn’t exactly tap into those emotions I was looking for since the person I beca after I took over your body was myself."
"But..." A faint smile appeared on his face. "I suppose you’ve heard of the guardian position, right? It was ant to help assimilate with you better. But alas, there’s no longer a point."
Neraxis shrugged. "I’ve beco pretty strong myself."
"Have you now?" Lagus raised a brow. "You’ve reached the level of strength I’ve been on for eons. Do you think you’d stand a candle to if we were to fight?"
"What’s with the hypotheticals?" Neraxis stood up, sharpening his gaze. "You’re speaking as if I hadn’t co here to fight."
"Pfft... seriously?" Lagus chuckled. "You’ve actually co here to die? And here I thought you were only paying a visit to your late mother, who you had so gruesoly killed."
A grin appeared on Lagus’s face.
"I can rember the amount of blood that pooled from her neck as she was dying beneath your feet," he said, his grin widening. "N-Neraxis... baby, please. H-Hold my wound... my magic is escaping..."
Lagus dramatically dropped down to the ground, sticking out his tongue.
Then a mont later, he got back up, his playfulness as present as always.
"Oh well. If you had helped her, she might’ve still been alive. But I don’t bla you, I really don’t. It was the perfect mont for you to realize the consequences of your actions," Lagus comnted. "And acting them out firsthand made you a better person—or at least, a person who turned out slightly better than I did."
With those words, Lagus took a step closer, then another.
He looked down at Neraxis, yet he wasn’t channeling any mana.
He didn’t need to.
After all, just his re presence alone was enough to distort space-ti itself.
But the sa went for Neraxis, who also mastered the powers of ti throughout the course of all those years.
So with his gaze locked onto Lagus, he finally spoke.
"Let’s have a little spar, shall we?"
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