First Demonic Dragon

Capítulo 1175: Knock, Knock. Let Me In.

– Totality…

The plane of Obilion is difficult to describe.

For mortals, describing it as ‘looking into the void’ is ill-fitting imagery.

It is more like an absence. Something the eyes cannot truly focus on or perceive.

It is a land of non-existence.

Nothing exists inside Oblivion, and at the same time, everything does.

It is the plane where no physical or spiritual matter may dwell, and at the same time, it is a land that echoes with the sounds of what once was and what will be.

It used to be much quieter, back before the other Egoless were born…

There are none with access to this realm, save Oblivion itself.

It alone is free to take things in and out of Oblivion with impunity. For all of time, it sits alone within itself and listens to the quiet, yet noisy atmosphere.

Usually, Oblivion takes no form within itself as it has no need and considers it slightly limiting.

But as of late, the ancient deity has begun to brood inside of a manifested shell.

One with pitch black skin and horns that seemed to come from some kind of lesser creature. It’s hair was black and white in color, with its roots showing signs of a deeper, more regal red color.

Neither the eye sockets in his head nor chest possessed eyeballs, and were instead dark portals to nowhere.

Oblivion scratched the seat of his throne rather impatiently.

He had grown so used to being entertained that now that he was forced to do without it again, he was practically enduring withdrawals.

There were several instances where the entity desired to look at what was happening through Abaddon’s eyes again.

But with Worldjoiner making her way towards him, Oblivion knew that it was better for him to remain discreet.

She and her heralds were perceptive beasts. As Abaddon was now, they might not have been able to tell what Abaddon was when looking at him, but they would definitely feel Oblivion’s gaze upon them if he chose to take a peek.

He was also concerned for Life and Possibility. Their situation was much more unique than his. It was all he could do to hope that when they came across those zealots that they were already separate for the day.

If not… even he, in his infinite knowledge, could not say how those rogues would react.

‘…Strange..’

Oblivion brought a hand to his chest.

Lately, whenever Oblivion thought of Life and Possibility, he developed a feeling of budding curiosity in his chest.

He wanted to see them. Maybe even know how they were doing.

Alas, he could not compromise everything that they were doing by checking. Such a thing would be highly unusual for him and would immediately attract the attention of Balance.

It was enough to know that their lesser incarnations were living happily together.

Almost.

‘…?’

Slowly, Oblivion turned his head in a particular direction.

A rare expression of surprise showed up on his face as he stopped tapping his claws against his wooden throne.

With a thought, a hole appeared within the god’s unidentifiable space.

A being slowly floated in.

They were beautiful and imposing, just as they were terrifying.

They almost seemed like a metal angel, with a thin and slightly wiry upper body and a lower half consisting of a sphere of blue energy.

Oblivion did not particularly like this person. As soon as they came around, Oblivion always felt something that he was usually privileged enough not to think about.

His age.

His body began to ache like he was an old man. His vessel even developed stubble along the jawline.

Just as Oblivion seemed to be surprised to see this individual suddenly visit him, they seemed to be equally surprised to see him in physical form, sitting on a throne.

“If you’ve come to gawk, I would ask you to leave.”

Oblivion’s curt greeting seemed to shock the being less than his appearance did. If he wasn’t going to look like himself, at least he still sounded like it.

“You are… inside of a vessel.”

“As are you, Eternity.”

“When everything rushes past you at a constant, unending pace, you crave a bit of stability. Thus, you appreciate being somewhat anchored. That has always been my philosophy. But I was under the impression you did not share my belief.”

“Our existence is long and agonizing. I am free to pursue any avenue I choose in my alone time in an effort to amuse myself. You have no right to question me about it.”

“It is in our nature to seek knowledge, since we know all. Meaning we are not exempt from desires to know more about each other.”

“Nor are we entitled to the information.”

“…Indeed not.” Eternity flapped it’s wings and came closer to Oblivion.

The god of nothing could feel the angelic being’s relentless stare. It unsettled and annoyed him.

“Your form is… quite aesthetically pleasing to perceive. Did you model it on your own? Or after another?”

Oblivion tightened his grip on his armrests. “Again with your questions. They are as unending as we.”

“You do not know how joyous this is for me. To finally have something to ask after so very long. It is nice not to know everything.”

Oblivion watched as the metal angel changed it’s form.

Now that he had Abaddon’s memories, Oblivion was aware of the fact that humans pictured ‘Father Time’ as an old man with a bald head and a beard as long as it’s robes.

He wondered if they would consider it amusing to know that the reality was a youthful-looking androgynous man with more feminine features than masculine ones.

His black hair fell down his back in long, silky ribbons that glistened like morning dew.

Unlike Oblivion, he had eyes. They were a profound, glowing blue with flecks of gold that rotated constantly, mirroring the hands of time.

His skin was pale and baby smooth. His soft features and somewhat thin frame made him seem quite handsome. Or beautiful.

This wasn’t the first time Oblivion had seen Eternity in this form. But it was his first time seeing him after learning what the internet term ‘femboy’ meant.

He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling in amusement.

Something that nearly made Eternity combust from shock.

“You…laughed…?”

Oblivion quickly straightened his expression. “I did no such thing. Why have you come here?”

Eternity knew he wasn’t mistaken. He just didn’t know why Oblivion was lying. Or why he was behaving so strangely.

‘Is it time for his reset..? Is Balance not yet aware…?’ He wondered.

“Stop gawking and make your business known to me. I desire to return to my quiet, and at present, you are making that most difficult.” Oblivion closed his eyes and reclined his body.

Eternity pursed his lips and raised his brow. As he was now, Oblivion was an enigma. At one moment, he did something completely unlike himself, then went back to behaving normally right after.

“My business? Are you not the one who prodded me because you had something you wished to discuss?”

Oblivion opened his eyes slowly and sat up in his chair.

“…What are you talking about?”

“Your insistence on feigning ignorance is more irksome than your lying. I felt your mind touch my own. Say what you want so that I may return to the matters over which I am responsible.”

Oblivion blinked slowly. His empty eye sockets betrayed no emotion, but on the inside, his mind was racing.

Was it because he was thinking too hard about the amount of time that had passed since he’d been entertained?

As much as he wanted to believe that was the case, he could not delude himself that deeply.

However, the alternatives were even less believable than that one. And as he continued to go down the list of possibilities, he reached one that was almost completely improbable.

But he had a gut feeling that he couldn’t easily ignore.

“…It was my mistake. Perhaps I require a few thousand years of rest or so.” Oblivion brought his hand to his brow in a weary manner.

Eternity tilted his head. “You… made a mista-”

“You will leave, and you will say nothing!” Oblivion roared.

Before he could accept or deny, Eternity was flung out of the realm, and the doorway closed behind him.

Once he was gone, Oblivion closed his eyes and connected his mind to his lesser vessel.

‘Please, let me be wrong… I refuse to become one with that bastard..!’

–

Yog-Sothoth was stunned.

He could count on one hand (if he had them) the number of beings who could actually punch him.

There were even fewer who could catch him by surprise.

And yet, this body, or this empty shell, had done just that.

It wasn’t until he felt the pain that he realized the darkness was creeping in. The range of everything that he could see and feel was shortened.

“TRICKERY!!!!”

Abaddon’s vessel stood up. It was a version of him with light silver skin and pure white hair.

The large golden eye in the center of his chest began to charge with energy and the body opened it’s mouth to speak.

“May you be cleansed by the light of all that is holy!”

A burst of angelic energy shot forth from the eye of the clone.

At the same time, a large wormhole opened up above it’s head and a silver spaceship joined the battle.

But just as it seemed like things were about to start heating up, Abaddon’s anguished roar intensified.

No one saw it coming, but every single universe, pocket dimension, and hidden realm inside of Yesh all came to a stop at the exact same time.