Chapter 552: Depths (2/2)

The Abyssal World truly did hold creatures more than humanoid Abyssal Demons. Its skies could indeed not be touched, the sun and moon's description were apt, but what was wrong was that, the land of the Abyssal World was not never-ending.

It had an end; it was simply too big to be measured. Shaped like a world yet still too expansive than the sun or the Cosmos itself. It was a big world and only its Ruler could traverse its ever corner.

In the middle of the Abyssal World was in face a castle. Like any of the construct scattered through the Abyssal World, it was created by the Origin General himself. Brick by brick, crafted from the land to become a house he never had growing up.

The Castle in the middle had no name but it was complete with gates and towers. Walls were erected as if to protect the Origin General from something in the Abyssal World when in truth it was nothing more than useless additions to a lifeless and meaningless construct.

In the dark, the Origin General walked past the towering gates. He walked by the Revenants and several wandering Abyssal Demons, yet he knew he remained alone. Eyes were pointed to him, but no life exuded from the glowing eyes of the Abyssal Demons. The Revenants all stayed silent, they could say nothing to the one who created them.

Their memories were his memories, stolen from the only being he once saw as a friend. They were nothing but a failed collective, mere manufactured pawn that functions as good distractions and slaughterers.

Entering the Castle, the Origin General reached what he called his throne room… a place where no furniture was present, but a throne made of a block of stones put together in the form of a chair, created when he was but three to be his bed. He had not destroyed and never would he do such a thing.

The Origin General valued what little he could call memories of his childhood. Rarely could he recall anything more joyous than trudging on the cast emptiness of the Abyss.

In the empty and spacious throne room, however, other than the reminder of the past was a carved stone path leading down into a cavern. He entered the clumsily created stone path held only by a mixture of blood and soul to create mud.

Reaching the bottom of the path was a purple cloud, hanging low, unmoving. With a wave of his hand, however, the cloud parted and from beyond it, the entire bottom floor of the cavern was occupied by a swirling pool.

Blue and White, mixing and then separating.

”I have returned.” The Origin General said as he brought out the hundreds of black and white lights he hid in his body. The black and white lights circled around him and as he took a deep breath, he descended into the mysterious pool and submerged himself in its depths with the black and white lights.

As the General disappeared into its depths, the Abyss shook and the purple mist swirled. The Abyssal Demons raised their heads and roared all of them were in pain.