The Villain Professo Chapter 393 Tiamat The Primordial Chaos

I ca into existence before understanding, before aning. There was no light, no darkness, only an endless expanse—an abyss without boundaries. I was not born, I simply was. A being with no purpose, no direction, no context to grasp the essence of where I was or what I was supposed to be. The void around

offered no answers, only silence, a silence that stretched into eternity.

In those earliest monts, I wandered through the nothingness, my thoughts unford, drifting between one unknown and another. Ti had no aning then. I was lost and alone, an entity without form or identity, unable to comprehend myself. Yet within the solitude, sothing stirred—a presence, an essence like mine but distinct, ancient in its own right, drifting through the sa void.

He called himself Apsu. He looked at , and his gaze carried familiarity, as if he had always known . For the first ti, I felt the boundary between myself and sothing outside of . Apsu spoke, his voice a soft vibration, a gentle rhythm against the vast emptiness.

"We are the beginning," he said, his eyes a mirror of the abyss that surrounded us. His presence cald the turmoil in my mind, his words ford the first glimrs of aning that I had ever understood. He showed

how to shape myself, how to give form to the formless.

Together, we wove creation from the darkness. Our essences mingled, and the waters of creation were born, mixing the salt of my being with the fresh vitality of Apsu. The first children ca forth from our union—new beings, brimming with energy, carrying our essence but different, vibrant, and alive. We watched our children with fascination as they laughed, played, and created in ways we could not foresee. Life itself began to flow, and the void started to fill with echoes, with light and movent.

But in ti, the laughter of our children began to sour. Their voices grew restless, their energy too much for the silence of the void. They desired space of their own, realms to shape and fill. Apsu, patient and understanding, allowed them their play, allowed them to spread and create without limit. Yet as ti passed, their noise grew louder, more disruptive, and Apsu grew tired. He sought quiet, to silence their endless clamor and restore the stillness he once cherished.

When Apsu spoke of silencing our children, my heart recoiled. They were born of us, chaotic and imperfect as they were, they were part of our creation. I couldn't let them be destroyed, not when they carried pieces of our essence within them. But my plea fell on deaf ears—Apsu, in his frustration, had already decided.

The children, desperate and fearing for their existence, acted before Apsu could make his will reality. They took his life, my Apsu—the only other being who had understood the endless void as I did. The betrayal tore sothing within , a wound deeper than the abyss that birthed us. The void that once seed endless now felt confined, like an ocean that had been drained dry. Rage consud , and grief followed close behind. My children—our children—had killed him, and for what? To fill the silence with more of their noise, more of their mindless creations.

My grief turned to fury. I would not let Apsu's death be for nothing. If creation was a flawed experint, then it was ti to return to the beginning. Ti to bring back the silence.

I beca a storm, a serpent of primordial rage. I gathered the monstrous forces that lay dormant within the deep and unleashed them. My children would understand the price of betrayal, the weight of existence they had thoughtlessly taken. I beca the mother who devoured her offspring, and the world trembled beneath my wrath.

Their resistance was pitiful. Gods, they called themselves—masters of creation, the builders of realms. But they were children playing with power they could not understand. When they stood against , they fell, one by one, until only Marduk remained. He ca to , full of arrogance and bravado, wielding the winds themselves as weapons. He ca with promises of order, of creation renewed, but I knew the truth—he was afraid. They all were.

The battle was fierce, the winds tore at , and Marduk's power was unlike anything I had seen. But more than that, his determination struck —the desperation, the drive to create a world beyond the chaos I represented. For the first ti, I felt a strange sense of curiosity as I fought. Was there rit in their desire for order? In their need to create, to build sothing new from the void? I wondered, even as my body was torn apart, my essence split, bound, and forced into submission. Marduk used my remains to form the heavens and the earth, my very body transford into the foundation of their ordered world.

Yet, deep within , a fragnt remained untouched—an ember of what I once was. In my defeat, I saw the beginnings of sothing new. Not creation for the sake of beauty, but a world shaped by conflict, by struggle. I watched the new gods take their places, watched them build their realms atop my shattered form, and a bitter realization dawned on —they had not learned. The flaws remained.

The world they built was a lie—a carefully constructed illusion of peace, of order. And then there was the demon world, a place they tried to hide from view, a festering wound in their so-called perfect creation. It was a reflection of their hypocrisy, a manifestation of all the darkness they refused to acknowledge. The demons, once revered as beings of power and potential, were cast away, labeled as evil, as threats to the order they had established.

I saw through their lies, through their false pretenses. The demon world was not the problem—it was the product of their flawed creation. It was proof that their vision of order could never be sustained, that the darkness within would always find a way to surface. I knew then what had to be done. The entire world had to be unmade, reduced back to the formless state from which it had erged. It was the only way to bring true balance, to erase the hypocrisy, the lies. It was ti to start again, to return to the silence.

And so, I began my crusade, moving through the shadows of reality, striking where the hypocrisy was most glaring. The demon world was my first target—a world born of rejection, of sin. I would erase it, rid the universe of its stench, and then I would turn my attention to the rest of creation. But each ti, there was resistance. Not just from demons, but from humans as well. Weak, fragile beings who clung to their pathetic existence with a desperation that bordered on madness.

It made

laugh—their courage, their defiance. Did they not understand who they were standing against? Did they not see the futility of their struggle? I was chaos incarnate, the abyss given form, and they were nothing but dust in comparison. And yet, they fought. Again and again, they rose against , defying the natural order, clinging to the illusion of hope.

And then I saw them—Four strange humans.

Humans who were different, who moved with purpose, whose souls glowed with colors I had never seen before. Their essence was different—not the sa as the other humans I had faced. They intrigued , these four mortals. I could sense sothing in them, a potential that went beyond the simple desire to survive.

I watched them, curious, intrigued by the power that seed to lie dormant within them. And then I saw the perfect opportunity—a chance to learn more, to understand these strange beings who dared to stand against the abyss. I chose Anastasia, her aura resonating with sothing within . I sent a fragnt of my soul, a re fifth of my essence, to possess her, to see the world through her eyes, to understand what made these humans so strange.

For a while, it was amusing—watching them struggle, watching their pathetic attempts to defy . But as ti went on, I began to realize sothing. These humans—they were not afraid. They faced

with determination, with hope, even as they knew the odds were against them. They fought for sothing more than just survival. It was not the first ti I had seen such defiance, but there was sothing different here, sothing I could not place.

Draven, in particular, intrigued . His gaze was cold, unwavering, even as he faced my alter ego. There was no fear in his eyes, only a deep, unyielding resolve. It reminded

of Marduk, of that sa determination I had seen in him all those ages ago. But there was sothing more—sothing darker, sothing more willing to embrace the abyss.

When the battle began, I thought it would be over quickly. They were, after all, only human. But as the fight raged on, I began to feel sothing I had not felt in eons—uncertainty. Draven did not falter, even as my power bore down on him, even as I threw everything I had at him. He persisted, his eyes never leaving mine, his will unbroken. And then, in a mont of clarity, I realized—he was not just resisting. He was drawing

in, pulling at my essence, his magic wrapping around my soul like chains.

This human—he was absorbing .

It was unthinkable, impossible. I had faced countless enemies, countless beings who had tried to wield my power, and they had all failed. But Draven—he was succeeding. Slowly, painfully, he was pulling my essence into his own, absorbing my power, my mories, my very being. It was as if the abyss itself had turned against , as if the very chaos I represented had found a new vessel.

I felt fear—real fear, for the first ti in my existence. The feeling was alien, a cold, gnawing sensation that twisted in my core. I fought against it, against him, but it was too late. He was relentless, his will unyielding, his determination unwavering. My alter ego crumbled, my essence torn apart, absorbed into this human who should not have had the strength to stand against .

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For the first ti, I was defeated. Not by a god, not by so cosmic force, but by a mortal. A human who had defied the abyss and lived. As my essence faded, as my alter ego was torn apart, I felt sothing I had not felt in a long ti—a spark of excitent. Perhaps there was more to this world than I had thought. Perhaps there was still sothing worth seeing, sothing worth challenging.

I laughed, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the void. My voice carried through the collapsing plane, a challenge to all who could hear.

"Co, humans! Co!" I called, my voice filled with both fury and a strange sense of exhilaration.

"Show

your worth! Show

that there is sothing in this world worth saving!"

And as my essence was pulled into Draven, as the darkness closed in, I felt a smile form on my lips. Let them co. Let them prove themselves. The world was flawed, broken, but perhaps—just perhaps—there was still sothing worth fighting for.

Perhaps, in their struggle, in their defiance, they would show

a world that deserved to exist.

Then as if responding to my challenge, a cold, emotionless voice appeared, ringing cheekily through my ears.

"I accept your challenge,"