248 War for a Coffee Table (1/2)
In the present, inside Helial's Soul
How can love and hate coexist in the body of the same person?
How can chaos embrace order and merge with it, become one, as a single entity capable of thinking, moving and procreating?
In the perpetual and interchangeable coexistence between chaos and order, there are always two individuals, parts of an inseparable combination. In different quantities and qualities, two contain one. Regardless of individuals, there is always a role; and this can be covered in multiple ways by the same person.
Chaos is not always chaos, just as order is not always order. But when two individuals meet, one perpetuates Chaos, the other Order.
The resolution of this meeting is in turn expressed in forms that reflect the unity of the subjects.
”So let me get this straight,” said Iblis ready to literally set himself on fire, ”Scarlet Tear and Morning Lightning are able to create Blood and Lightning Mana starting from the Mana of those who use them and to melt the same energies at will?”
Iblis' hands showed a slight flicker.
”Exactly,” Alexander nodded, blowing gently on the cup full of steaming tea that he held in his hands.
”And could you activate both objects at any time to ensure a burst of devastating proportions to Helial's power?”
Iblis's agitation was every second more evident. Now the spoon, which stirred the tea in the cup in front of the boy, was spinning faster and faster.
”Obviously.”
”And not only that, this Burst would also allow him to use two complementary energies and merge them within his Runes, which you could make him understand with a snap of your fingers.”
Iblis's cup cracked slightly, unable to tolerate the force exerted on the fragile porcelain.
”Ah-ah.”
CRACK
”And this could not only guarantee an energy higher than that given by Flame of the Qilin, given that these fucking WEAPONS were created by the greatest blacksmith ever, but also make him understand that Life and Destruction could be included in the Runes, with a little practice.”
Alexander nodded. ”Correct.”
”So your interference would affect his life, his possible death today and the death of those close to him now.”
”But if those are all rhetorical questions, do I really need to answer them?”
…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe, on an endless planet, dozens, even hundreds of times larger than the one on which Alexander and Iblis were
In a huge hall, a woman of impossible beauty sat in mid-air, levitating half a meter from the ground.
Her eyes suddenly opened, with a vaguely astonished expression painted on her face.
A woman dressed in black immediately appeared at her side. She had flourishing and abundant breasts that risked getting out from her bodice. Raven hair came down to the sides, embracing her from all sides.
”Have you heard too?” Siche asked solemnly, with furrowed eyebrows.
Jeanne nodded, strangely serious. It was difficult to remove the carefree vivacity from her limbs, but this time a single vibration out of place had managed to totally upset her. It was a vibration far too strong to ignore it.
The two women exchanged glances and scanned the part of the universe that belonged to the Destruction with their Divine Sense.
The building they were in was a huge construction made of a material that looked like red and dark purple marble. Countless columns, very tall and robust, supported the floors of each floor and the ceiling was so high that an ordinary mortal could not have distinguished it, in the dark.
The red veins of the stone of which the palace was made shone with their own light, bathing everything and everyone with their scarlet light.
”Nothing, it's impossible to locate it,” Siche admitted, after exhausting research. ”It's too blurry.”
”If Tsukuyomi were here, he probably could tell us more,” sighed Jeanne.