Chapter 89 - Records of The Void Sword Deity (1/2)

Some time ago, possibly millions upon millions of years, I was a humble and hardworking child in one of the more weaker realms. During these times, I was hungry and disappointed in myself.

From the first time I could speak, I knew the word 'loss'. It was finely imprinted upon my weak and innocent heart. From the time I could walk, I had strived to run. When I could run, I learnt to fight. When I could fight, I could only continue. I was a pitiful existence.

My birth parents left long before I could speak, long before I knew my name. All I knew was that I had to rely on my self to survive. In a world where an urchin could only beg, I decided to hustle. Such a life was very pitiful when I look back at it, but it is was made me into the being I am today. I was not always a Deity, I was once just a little boy with a dream. A beaten and battered child that only wanted to become stronger in the hopes of being recognised and distinguished amongst his peers.

Such a dream was common. However, the events that took place in my life were far from common. When I look back at these events, I remembered the starting point of my journey towards godhood. I remembered so clearly. It was a day like any other, just another child trying to run from a gang of cowards. That day marked my first step towards immortality and my first meeting with the one I call 'Dad'. I remember it all too clearly, like my sword...no, better than my sword.

It is a pity that I will have to wait perhaps a billion more years before I can see him again. But time is relative, I can wait longer. When my time comes, I will ascend from this realm and meet him again.

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Blood Palace:

ZWOOOSH

A regally dressed devil appeared next to a large statue. In a large fancy lobby filled with many a.d.u.l.t guests, the man appeared to be unnoticed. Wearing an expressive mask to hide his identity, the man left the main lobby towards a door, taking a turn in the hallway and purposefully walking towards somewhere. The man was on a mission and no one knew or cared what it was.

”I wonder... perhaps two years was not enough time.” The man said with a grin.

Knock knock

He waited for less than a minute before the door opened and he was faced with a throne room. On the throne was a familiar figure, of a person he knew to be his wife.

”Malece.” Simon said as he approached the throne.

”Is that all you have to say after leaving for two years? I have been waiting and waiting but you did not come back. I thought you were trying to run away.” Malece spoke with a hint of anger in her voice.

”Why would you think that? I had things to do so I did them. Unlike you who only sits on a throne and worries about problems that can be solved with just a little force. Speaking of which, I came back to see if my child is born yet.”

Malece glared at Simon and gestured her hands towards a door behind her throne.