Rise Of The Heavenly Demon God: A Lustful Tale From The Void
Author: OuroborosOtaku69© WebNovel
Chapter 1: (Prologue) - Chapter 1: Beginning And End!
This place was outside. That was the only description that would work, really.
Not only was there no air, no planets, no stars... but time and continuity did not exist either.
One would assume it was dark. Black. But no, light and shadow didn't exist here either.
No multiverse, no framework of reference. Existing in this space was impossible. All but a everlasting black Void!
If one were to try and convert what was happening here into something a human being could interpret, into something one could see and hear and touch, then they would surely have a headache just thinking about it.
A young otherworldly handsome man frantically ran down an endless kaleidoscope-colored corridor. This corridor has no doors, windows, or anything that would let the man escape his approaching doom. The only thing there was, is completely golden-crooked Gates, with an unhealthy amount of strange black cursive Chinese and Japanese-looking runes, etched into and on the Gate.
' AHHHHH!!! Webnovel's only Apostle: Inaho, Your Soul is mine! Nobody takes something of mine and lives to tell the tale!' His face twisted in rage and seasoned with light fear, every step he would test the golden Gate as he passed them even as he frantically tried to run faster.
He was a R.O.B, one of many instances of R.O.B's... and this was humiliating for Him.
A slight slip up, and the hunter gained on him. Roaring, in an insane manner, at him. The thing behind him, is twisted, a wall of flesh and bone and faces, that made his eyes hurt just by looking at it.
If it was of material, of flesh or metal or soul, he could have easily broken it like the multitude of galaxies he had casually devastated in the past.
If it had a mind, or a thought process, he could twist or control it like the trillions of innocents he had tormented in his glory days.
But, approaching him was just Karma, he was being chased by something lesser, yet more.
These were the built-up negative feelings, concepts, and fractured moments from his victims.
Oh, many of his toys and pet bugs had tried to resist his whims. Some he elevated it to unheard-of levels of power to allow even greater downfalls. Some realities he visited multiple times, forcing the entire time stream to buckle as he twisted it into repetition.
All failed. He had reigned supreme.
But unnoticed to him, consequences had been gathering... and what he was being chased by now was only a fraction of the pain to come.
Now, he absently grabbed from other realities, hurling some of the infinite planets and ships and continents, ignoring the psychic screams as they collided with the thing behind him.
It didn't do much to slow it down, and every time he added to his own kill count some fraction of that power was enhancing his stalker... but it was all he could do now.
When he slipped, it was a small error. Had he done so in a reality with laws, it would be such a small issue that no tools could measure the time frame he was delayed. No camera could have filmed his issue.
It was enough.
An empty place somehow became more absent.
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Pieces of nothing spread through impossible lands and concepts. All of these pieces, dead. All except one that is.
One fragment, just a shard of existence really, struggled.
It was his last act of defiance. Like stabbing your heart to create a blood pool to cover evidence, he had mutilated his own corpse, leaving just the core of his personality and a carefully constructed glint of power. A seed, almost.
After a few trillion nothings of time, he focused through the blinding pain and attempted to summon a host. Something to consume and wear, a flesh corpse.
The first twelve tries exploded.
Apparently, he needed atmosphere. Maybe gravity and pressure as well. Meat needed things to work... how long had it been?
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Each attempt, pulling bodies and creatures and beings to himself... it required sacrifice. The first thousand, it only needed his reserve power, what bits were left.
But now, each call was damaging.
He had not even noticed at first. He was in such pain that it had simply joined the choir, so to speak.
But when the shard suddenly cracked, ever so slightly... it was a horrifying shock.
He had a time limit, and now he regretted the dozen or so creatures he had rejected for being 'too pathetic'. Any of them would have sufficed, allowed some recovery and time to discard and find a better host later on.
But now, his power was too unstable. Every call was damaging the ONLY TOOL he had that could fix everything.
If he had noticed, he would have cared more that his unstable portals were dissecting limbs and amputating souls and memories.
With great reluctance, he forced the damage on his own soul and remaining consciousness. If the shard broke, it was all over.
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Opening his eyes, is an otherworldly tall handsome young man with long pure hair. The young man's muscles' arrangement was like a heavenly masterpiece of art. Not only did they look extraordinarily splendid and exquisite, but they could also release the power to the acme. This is the most perfect form of the mightiness Monarchs of his time. The prime example that is, when people ask what is [Perfect], then all you have to do, is look at Him. Furthermore, He is around two meters tall, which looks like a sculpture carved with the dedication of the Gods.
However, if someone looked into his eyes, then they would bow down and worship him as the one True God. He has unique bright purple eyes, which contains three tomoe on its two innermost circles for a total of six, releasing an overwhelming evil black aura, a kind of evil black that shook people's hearts would give them anxiety as if he possesses a devilish power.
Blinking his eyes a couple of times, the black aura disappeared. Looking around, he thought,' Who am I? Where am I?'
Reacting to his thoughts is an emotionless female voice in his head.
" So you're not a human. You're me. You're a force. Mother was right, You're part of something bigger than both of us. You are God. ... You want to do something? You want to have an impact? Allow me. I've done it before. And something good always came out of it in the long run. Yes, sure. It's a messy thing. It's God's way. Our way. The Void's way. So what is it? Do you accept my offer?"
Hearing all of this, the young man smiled in a twisted manner, as his eyes glowed," What do you get out of this offer, Void?"
" Nothing. Because you are me." The Void said emotionlessly.
" I'm the Void?" He asked still smiling strangely.
" Yes, We Are The Void." She explained blankly.
" Then, I Accept." He said In a carefree tone, honestly, not giving zero fucks, about the situation he found himself in, after being 'born' from something. He just doesn't have it in him to give a fuck, because he somehow knows this 'Void' can't do anything to him, in any sort of way.
" Good. May Our long journey to come be favorable and Fun for Us~" The Void said in her blank emotionless tone.
When he heard this, the young man's vision started turning dark and dull. With his vision leaving him, his consciousness started fading away.
With the last remaining of his consciousness, he let out a dark chuckle that would send shivers down to anybody's back," Hahahaha~ Let's have Fun together, Void-chan~!"
*Whoosh!*
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