Will of chaos

Chapter 1981: Cap 1976: Does she deserve to be called mother…?

Pov Layla:

That idiot master always spends too much time sleeping or injured, because of him a lovely Fairy like me is forced to keep fighting against these disgusting things instead of eating more cakes.

“< Divine Magic of the Shadows: Realm of Nightmares >” (me)

Around me were ruins full of flesh and blood, the laments of living people full of resentment made my stomach churn as hundreds of creatures with parts of their bodies covered in half-finished black armor emerged from all sides coming towards me.

Using my power to activate the magic I had prepared, a wave of natural power flows through me from the Fountain of Shadows that I represent, spreading for hundreds of kilometers before trees emerge from the ground, their bark thorny and their branches bearing sharp leaves, mountains full of fire fall from the sky, and a rain of acid bathes everything while storm winds create tornadoes, gathering all these things into a natural devastation that falls upon these repugnant creatures.

None of them lamented and continued marching towards me as their numbers dwindled with each passing second, their bodies burning and being cut as if they were stepping onto the cutting board of their own accord.

Soon none of them remained when they reached the halfway point, and not only them, all the people who were distorted and fused in this terrain were massacred, leaving none alive, their souls now wandering the Nightmare Realm I created.

“How are things?” (Me)

“I gathered all the blood on the planet, it’s really contaminated, but I can purify it and make use of it.” (Orion)

“I couldn’t care less about any of that, I want to know if this blood can be used in my ritual!?” (Me)

“Nix has far more Spirits than I have Fairies!” (Me)

“I’m going to use these Souls to create new Fairies, the emptiness inside them is very easy to mold.” (Me)

“That’s not good, the master won’t…” (Orion)

“You stupid dog, the master will only care that these people have their Souls saved, whether they go to the Cycle of Reincarnation or whether I use them to create new Fairies doesn’t matter to him.” (Me)

“Enough of not using them as tools or making them suffer, that’s easy…” (Me)

The number of Fairies is really decreasing a lot, many are making pacts since it’s easier to find people with magical powers than those with spiritual powers. To top it all off, almost everyone with magical powers in Tarzor is born with some degree of Affinity with the Element of Penumbra, even as newborns this is already bad for the future, and adults are still managing to adapt to this new element very quickly.

Apart from the oldest Fairies who have followed me since the first wave born in the mansion’s gardens, more than 90% of my Fairies have already found masters. I need to replenish their numbers or I won’t have anyone to pass my responsibilities on to later.

“I’ll collect these Souls and you bring the blood, we’re going to another planet, I need more souls, many more souls!!” (Me)

“I’ll let the master know the idea was only yours…” (Orion)

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Pov Ragnar:

I look at the ruined city, all those souls being carried away by tentacles, the Creatures with incomplete armor pierced by distorted bones, and all the remaining power of the Concept of Hatred being sucked away by those manipulative twists that open up in the fragmented space itself.

“(I don’t know why I needed to accompany her, I’m just watching everything without needing to raise my swords.)” (Me)

“Hinata, what are you going to do with these Souls?” (Me)

“Can I eat them?” (Hinata)

“No!” (Me)

“Hinata is just kidding…” (Hinata)

I look at the 12-meter-tall woman whose shoulders I stand on. She’s dressed in a black hooded battle cloak and a mask similar to a knight’s helmet. She was one of the creatures of Hatred, more focused on curse-type magic.

Hinata took possession of this body for herself. From time to time, the body becomes distorted or tentacles emerge from it. Its initial size of hundreds of meters has also decreased significantly to reach this height. I still don’t know what she wants with this thing, but she hasn’t left it since she acquired it.

Even so, I’m always surprised how Hinata can speak more fluently when possessing someone than when she’s in her normal form.

“What are you planning?” (me)

“Hinata wants priests for her religion… only Hinata doesn’t have her own priests…” (Hinata)

Who would be crazy enough to become her priest? Of all of us, you are the most feared among all the Divine Beasts. Even the Herald Zaya, linked to her, has become more popular, gaining her own followers.

Hinata is special among us, but she’s difficult to control. Only the master can understand and control her. Even though she’s a good girl and strangely innocent, her mind is too distorted for anyone to understand, and her powers are the cause of nightmares even for those who have only heard of them. It’s no surprise that no one joins her religion.

“What are you going to do with these Souls?” (me)

“Hinata will create priests. I just said that. I’ve even thought of the name for the Race; it will be Specters of the Eclipse.” (Hinata)

“Hinata also needs a Saint. Hinata needs a body to speak with others. The master said so, so Hinata chose this woman.” (Hinata)

“Hinata wants to be beautiful, so I’m molding her body. Her Soul is already beautiful when she’s not sad, so Hinata is embracing her Soul to console herself.” (Hinata)

“…” (me)

“(Does this thing have a soul…?)” (me)

“We have more planets to go to, so try to be quick, try to pack everything to take, leave the rest to do at home.” (me)

“Hinata understands…” (Hinata)

“< Divine Abyss Sutra: Anomalous Sealing >” (Hinata)

The heavens split as far as the eye could see, giving way to an abyss of endless darkness. Billions of distorted hands emerged from the abyss, descending from the heavens while collecting everything from the earth, sealing the souls, flesh, or remains of creatures with black armor.

“(That’s why everyone is afraid of her…)” (me)

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Pov Zenos:

I was sleeping and I knew it. I don’t know how long I’ve been unconscious, nor am I sure when I started dreaming, but I remember this memory, I remember this day.

I was getting out of a taxi, carrying a large backpack containing all my belongings. I had just been kicked out of yet another home. My face was pale, and my legs were still trembling.

I was very sick that year; it was the weakest year of my youth, and my immune system was also poor, making me susceptible to other illnesses. That year alone, I was returned to the orphanage by seven different families.

That day I was returning particularly angry. I was a teenager after all; getting angry over small things would be normal for others, but for me, who always tried to stay calm, being in that state of rage was rare.

I was tired of being sad, tired of being abandoned, tired of crying, and tired of always being sick. My whole life had been about constantly being thrown against the wall, and even a cornered rat could attack.

I was trapped in my mind, stuck in so much sadness and negative thoughts that only anger remained in my heart, revolted against the families who abandoned me and against the whole world for being in that situation.

It was when I arrived at the orphanage and Father Mario greeted me with that smile. There was nothing about him that tried to console me or ask anything; he was just smiling, welcoming me.

That sincere smile and those kind eyes, which didn’t suit a man of that stature, but I had seen them many times before, disarmed all the anger I was about to unleash on anyone. He was a good man.

Before him, the anger I used as a shield crumbled, revealing the sadness that lay behind it. In the end, I ended up falling into tears in his arms once again; I was like a child again.

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I open my eyes, waking from the dream. There were still traces of tears in my eyes as I sit up. But once again I was in that room full of marble columns. I’m tired of waking up in this room so often.

“(How many times will I fall unconscious…?)” (me)

“How long did I sleep?” (me)

“Only 5 hours, it was short considering what you did.” (Tarzor)

“Believe me, it was nothing compared to incarnating you in my body. I only used a lesser form of Chaos.” (me)

I get up and realize that my body and soul were healthy, my mind was also rested, but my will was weak. That’s when I remembered Paradox.

“(That directly affected my Will…)” (me)

I get up and return to the hall, many things going through my mind, many situations that were happening with my Divine Beasts, as well as what Samara experienced.

“(It seems everyone is doing well.)” (me)

I soon arrived at a room with a closed door, a room I didn’t want to enter, and as soon as I reached the door I hesitated to go in.

“Continuing to hesitate isn’t my style…” (me)

I open the doors and enter. In the room there was no furniture or anything else besides a coffin with a crystal lid. Inside wasn’t even a living person, just a Soul full of wounds.

Just seeing that Soul was a little distressing. I may have put my old feelings aside, but not even a God like me can forget bitter memories and erase such old feelings. Letting go was the only thing I could do.

“I know nothing about you, I don’t know your name, your appearance, or your circumstances…” (me)

“But I know what you did to me. No explanation or circumstance will erase this mistake and your absence during all those decades.” (me)

“Do you deserve to be called mother…?” (me)

“In my opinion… NO!” (me)

“But curiosity about you tormented me in those days, so let me see who you were…” (me)