442 Dead (1/2)
”Why won't you die?”. There was only despair in the voice of the creator, the rage was gone, he has been fighting for three years, three entire years, failing to kill someone for three bloody years really cracked something inside of him.
The creator was getting really afraid now, his soldiers' numbers were now below the comfort zone, Yunan was still as energetic and resilient as ever, finally, the thought of the stalemate being forced sprouted, and the creator found himself beginning to doubt his chances of even running away.
Suddenly, the rejection of the universe on Yunan ceased, he had yet to fully integrate the laws of the universe, it was very unlikely that the universe recognized him as a resident, it was the smile on Yunan's face that tipped the creator off.
”What have you done!?” a screech that should have held rage only carried fear and trepidation. Things started to make sense in his mind as gears began to roll and click with each other, clarity dawned on him, and everything was confirmed when he heard Yunan gleefully say him: ”figured it out finally? For a creator, you are pretty blind and full of crap”.
The creator knew it was time to run away, he tried to contact his Primordial but found himself unable to, he tried to get out and run away in the void, yet his own universe stopped him from leaving, at last, he broke down and dropped to his knees, there was no fight left in him.
Yunan knew the creator was broken, this one will never make another creation, abandoned by his own faith and betrayed with his creation, there was nothing left of him, out of pity, Yunan decided to end it very quickly.
One slash and that was it, the creator was absorbed and went into digestion, making Yunan feel bloated.
The soldier gods stood there and did nothing, they did not even defend when Yunan decided to try them out, they were machines with no direction, Yunan could not even stand to be in the same space with them.
Tasha returned not long after, she too was feeling very disturbed about the universe they had intruded into, she had seen it with her own eyes, everything in the universe was directed to act in this way or that, even golems had more freedom than the beings of this universe.
Yunan guessed that this was the reason for the Primordial did not answer his creator, faith lost through work and ambition was not rare, what was rare was the creator not realising his faith shift away.
Creating a universe that only works when ordered to is beyond deranged, Yunan wondered what kind of Fate it had, this kind of creation was terrible to behold and Yunan really wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
Tasha shared the same thought, at the moment she touched Fate and captured it, she saw how dead the universe was, and it almost made her throw up. Fate was supposed to be a river, but what she found was a crystal, predetermined, everything was going according to a grand plan.