Chapter 227: Mark my words. (2/2)
Angra fell silent and closed his eyes. Only his mouth was left and for some reason, it took the entirety of his face. ”So you want me to die completely and give everything to you?”
”Indeed.”
”You want to become Angra Mainyu?”
”No,” Arima abruptly retorted. ”I won't become Angra Mainyu. I am him already, aren't I? What's the point of becoming something you already are?” He snorted. ”In fact, I don't care about that name. In this life, I'm Arimane, or the 'Kind Demon', as they like to call me.”
Angra moved a little and the chains shook. ”Then what is your goal exactly?”
”You are a power I detain and one that I don't plan to waste,” Arima coldly said and the blood monster laughed again.
”Would you dare to use the power of true evil?”
”What are you talking about?” Arima scoffed. ”Evil? Do you think that I'm obliged to consider that every time I use my strength? I admit that there are many uses of magic that can be considered taboo. But there's absolutely no moral restriction when it concerns the source. In the end, that's how you use it that will make it evil or good. Don't tell me that an ancient being like you doesn't even know about this kind of truth which even a kid could tell by looking at some random quotes on the internet?”
Angra cackled. ”Perhaps. I'm a pretty narrow-minded individual; I completely assume,” he raised his arms. ”Fine! I intended to give this power to you anyway. I have nothing to do in this world anymore. Even Ahura already has given everything to the next generation. It's time that I do the same,” he seemed rather disappointed.
”Seriously though…” His voice lowered and he started trembling oddly. ”No matter how many times I tried; I couldn't get the control of your body. Heck! Even from the time you were an infant, I was already trying to overtake you! But seriously, what the hell?! You were a baby! Can you explain to me why I couldn't beat a baby and take over his mind?!” He snapped. He seemed to be really tormented and shocked about it to the point it looked comical.
Arima looked away. It sounded quite tough actually.
”And the worst thing out all of this is that each time I failed, your subconscious and soul would push me back even more. It confined me until I was chained in this freaking place! How's that possible, huh?! You were supposed to be the perfect vessel for me! Since when a simple human has enough mental and soul power to drive off an Ancient Spirit like me?!”
”Okay, I get it,” Arima shook his head. ”I'm sorry but it's your fault for trying to be reborn like that.”
Angra clicked his tongue. ”Whatever, get the hell out. The moment you leave, I'll disappear forever and you'll get what you want. I'm tired of this shit.”
Arima wordlessly turned around and put a foot in the water.
”I'll give you one last warning,” Angra raised his voice and Arima halted. ”You'll receive my memories soon but there's something you won't inherit. And that thing is any information about the Creators.”
Arima raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder.
”I don't know much myself why. But the Laws will erase that kind of information the moment it leaves me. Maybe the Creators wanted to reduce to the maximum the number of people knowing about their existence.”
”In any case, if you want to defeat those abominations, my power will be far from enough. I know you also want to use the essence of Realities but it's uncertain. I tried to rebel against them but I never actually met them. However, along with Ahura, I am one of the oldest beings, even in all Realities. So, at least, I know one thing,” Angra declared and paused.
”The Creators are not omniscient and omnipotent powerhouses. They were also not the ones who created the world you know in general. Well, they're indeed capable of giving birth to mortals as easily as breathing and certainly have the power to create and destroy Realities. They also can manipulate Laws.”
”But they are not the ones who made them. They're incapable of creating Laws or even modify them. They are also unable to directly manipulate mortals. Basically, they are just some sort of administrators who can see the code and purge it if necessary but aren't the ones who made it nor can they change it.”
Arima turned around. ”What do you want to say? That there's something above?”
Angra laughed. ”There's always something above. That is another truth. There are things above the Creators and even more after that too. We're just weak and small. It's impossible. Mark my words. No matter how strong you are, even if you think that you're a true God who gave life to the world, it's inconceivable to not have something above you.”
”What I'm telling is just this;” Angra stood up and pulled on the chains. ”You are not fighting the apex. So, don't do it with that mindset. That's the only way you'll beat them,” Angra pushed Arima and made him fall in the water.
”This is my warning and my advice. Good luck. Convey my greetings to my sister… freaking human who tortured me for years…” He cursed under his breath at the end.
Arima heard those fading words and snickered.