"I am the essence of all that is force, from ca power, I am the idea of the cosmic, the body of Aether, I am the Almighty, and all that was, is, or will be inevitably rely on for continuation."
The mories of Anastasia played before rciless eyes like vivid, living dreams. Though these events had long since passed, he watched them unfold as a silent observer, a third-party spectator piecing together the truth.
He found himself floating in the Sea of Gifts... a vast, surreal expanse that stretched infinitely in every direction. From the Collective mories he had witnessed, he knew that this place was more than just a space; it was a hybrid domain, a genetic Nexus that unified all Spawn Lineages into one collective whole.
The lineage of The Origin.
The lineage of The Alteration.
The lineage of The Corporeal.
The lineage of The End.
The lineage of The Almighty.
The lineage of The Darkness.
The lineage of The Sovereignty.
The lineage of The Supremacy.
The lineage of The Unknown.
The lineage of The Ti.
The lineage of the Truth.
The lineage of the Unity.
The space is not a physical place but more like a concept or an idea that only exists for those who belong to one of the Twelve Great Bloodlines or have joined one indirectly through siring. To them, it feels completely real and tangible. But to anyone else, it simply doesn't exist at all... like it's just not there.
This space is crucial for Spawnlings from the Fifth Generation and below because it's where they awaken their unique abilities. You can think of it as a power nexus, specifically ant for those who carry the blood of the Twelve Great Bloodlines.
However, three bloodlines.
The Alteration, The Corporeal, and The Truth, have a much stronger connection to this space compared to the others. For them, moving in and out of the space is effortless because their abilities naturally align with how the space works. It's like they belong there on a fundantal level.
rciless watched the mory unfold, his eyes narrowing as he took in every detail.
Anastasia stood frozen, her gaze darting around in confusion as a voice echoed through the void, omnipresent, everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Who... WHO'S THERE?!...
Anastasia shouted, spinning around to find the source. But despite her frantic searching, nothing revealed itself. The voice, indifferent to her distress, continued speaking...almost as if it was lost in thought, more to itself than to her.
Yet the voice echoed once more.
"...Toma was right... you... you're not like the rest... special. Potential... far beyond even Vincent... Loved by one of the Old Gods... Yes, Echidna's presence lingers deeply on you. I am satisfied... I have decided. I want you in my family... in ti, you will shine... perhaps ascend...no, you will ascend beyond the end, as all Outers should... Do not beco your idle brother... potential wasted, pardon by the Sisters and thus faithless as all other Outers are... a waste of the birth right. Yet he lingers... pursuing a burden not his to bear... I tire of his immaturity... I tire of the wait, yet I must abide. Not many can handle my lineage, but even so, I shall see that you don't end up like him. Pride too great to see the bigger picture... Now, I shall herald your rebirth."
These were the words of the Almighty. It did not speak to converse, nor did it need to justify its logic. This entity, one of the Twelve Pillars of Creation, and was among the more biased of its kind.
Yet she hadn't co without purpose.
That purpose was Anastasia.
The girl possessed 100% compatibility with her bloodline, unlike Vincent's re 79%. A perfect match was near impossible, a rarity beyond asure. And here, now, that rarity stood before her.
"I-I… I'm not going to do anything! I only listen to my master...
Anastasia declared.
But as she moved, her hand brushed against one of the floating eyes in the Sea of Gift, accidentally choosing a power that fused into her very being.
"Ahhh… Damn it… I didn't an to do that... dammit."
She said, realizing she just chose a random ability by accident for her Morningstar bloodline.
"Ahhhh... Damn it... I didn't an to....
The Almighty, however, just ignored her defiance, its bias unwavering.
"Rejoice!"
It intoned, its voice resonating with divine authority.
"For the Glory of God, the Fifth of the Twelve hereby grants thee the right… and nas you my daughter... Heiress Candidate of the unpure Aether."
The mont those words were spoken, the entire Sea of Gift began to tremble. An infinite size rift tore open above Ana, and a blue, nacing liquid light, or glowing tangible energy poured into the space. And above Anastasia nonetheless, it was as if reality itself was shedding a tear.
A fear unlike any other gripped her. Her body instinctively sensed it... the energy was Aether, yet sothing felt wrong.
Unlike the pure, attribute-less mother energy that flowed through the Tree of Knowledge, and the Fruit of Life, the Quintessence of all power force... this Aether in particular felt different.
Independent even.
It was undeniably Aether, yet… this Aether was...
Cursed.
Unpure.
Unfiltered.
Vile.
And corrupted in a way that only those who embraced such vileness could appreciate its twisted beauty.
Everything Aether stood for was degraded here.
This was a blightful existence, a perversion of purity. And now, Ana, frozen in terror, looked up. An infinite sun...no, sothing beyond comprehension lood above her.
In reality, its size was irrelevant, but just as a three-dinsional being cannot grasp the fourth dinsion, Ana could not fathom what lay above her.
She stared into it, seeing everything yet understanding nothing. Beginnings and endings blurred together. She could not comprehend the nature of what she was witnessing.
But Ana was the one who suffered the most, she does not know what going on, yet as the unpure light approaches, her last thought, ca to her, small mories of her life, all bad, few good, tears, move from her eyes, regret, pain, unacceptance, sorrow,, yet one shine brightest.
"....master...
A low whisper escape her lips, and like tero falling from the endless sky, the unfathomable inevaiably touch her, and the mont it did, the entire non-existent space, that simoutasily exist, yet does not began to heavily disort, it engulf Anstasia, she expect death, only death, nothing but death, and that was exactly what happen, death claim her.
rciless, watching this mory, and was equally stunned. He saw it, knew it was there, recognized its unfathomable nature, yet understood nothing. He clutched his chest, his very existence trembling. Even though this was just a mory, he felt as though one misstep could end him here.
But Anastasia suffered the most.
She didn't know what was happening, yet as the corrupted light drew closer, her final thoughts surfaced...fleeting mories of her life. Most were painful, a few bittersweet. Tears stread from her eyes as regret, pain, sorrow, and unacceptance overwheld her.
Yet one mory shone brighter than the rest.
"...Master…
Her whisper was barely audible as the unfathomable light descended like a teor from an endless sky. The mont it touched her, the entire space began to distort violently.
It engulfed Anastasia, and she expected nothing but death.
And death claid her indeed.
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A light so blinding, an energy so corrupt, a blight so absolute, tainted the space. For a mont, reality and non-reality twisted into an endless kaleidoscope.
At that mont, everything this space stood for ca to a halt. Its purpose was paused, like turning off the internet or unplugging a TV. Anastasia's entire being was erased, deconstructed, stripped down until she was nothing more than raw corrupt energy itself.
A soup of information, that existed as one with the blight.
During this whole process.
The voice spoke once more, its origin still unknown.
"...My blood has been delivered… Rebirth has been granted… I depart now…
But as those words faded, sothing grabbed rciless from behind.
But as those words faded, sothing grabbed rciless from behind. His entire body tensed, a dread unlike any other overwhelming him. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. His immaterial form shuddered as a slender, human-like arm gripped his shoulder.
The voice returned, sharp and personal.
"The Aberrant."
It continued, venom dripping from every word.
"I suppose you'll look after my daughter, Aberrant."
The voice sneered, cold and cutting.
"Ensure she is prepared for the Trial when it arrives... but don't you dare take my kindness for acceptance."
The Almighty said to rciless.
And then continued,
"I still don't trust you...not at all. But what choice do we have? You're a creature cherished by both the World Tree and its Placeholder. Troubleso parasites like you and them keep crawling into our sanctuary... yet the world beyond is no kinder to us, than it is to your kind."
"But out of all the unaffected fruits, and apogee, you lot's choose to co here... despite knowing damn well it is occupied already."
She said, gentle yet indifferent.
And above all else full with hate, and resentnt.
"But I get it... I don't know what nature of chaos you are... but like all other chaos that seek freedom from the Hive. We refuse to fade into abstraction, to dissolve into the collective chaos, to beco one back with Pri Chaos itself. We seek no collective divinity, no hollow absolution. We are but Nigh beings after all, not so Absolute ruler that rules all things... we are content with what we have in our domains, better than to be slaves to the all-consuming madness. And still… You parasites dare to invade."
Her tone started to get louder, it was clear she was holding herself back from lashing out on rciless.
"Tsk!... Pathetic! Disgusting! Unforgivable!"
She made her feelings clear, but beyond that she spoke once more.
"Tread lightly, Abberant. My rcy is finite. If not for Toma, Corporeal, and the World Tree… you'd have been obliterated the instant you trespassed here, if not by , then another Originator."
"Consider this your only warning, Abberant. Rejoice that I'm the first Originator you've t. Your story cannot be halted… but we sure as hell can drown it in suffering."
Those were the last ssages of the Almighty.
And it's presence vanished abruptly.
As a result, rciless staggered back, eyes wide, his voice a shaken rasp.
"Well, I'll be damned… So that's an Originator?"
He said out loud...and then, that when sothing else took his attention.
The blood of energy started to condense, and form into a crystal egg, as the rebirth process was about to be completed.
And the traumatizing mory was about to co to an end.
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