The Primordial Record novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 My Last Tears (final)

Rowan could imagine what they were seeing, a flaming tree monster twelve feet tall with the person they called Erohim, held in his flaming fist, while moments before a flashing light had reaped hundreds of lives from the celebrating community. It was one disaster after another and like insects trapped in amber, they were frozen in place while awaiting their fate.

Dorian continued speaking, "I dislike their endless prattle, mortals. I can feel your rage, Earth god. This is not my fault, you know. We both know that there is nothing more fragile than a mortal, even stones have their place, and they can endure the ravages of the weather, and time, you could actually break them, and they are still stone… well, smaller stones, but you get my point."

Dorian pointed below, "But a mortal, they have to live by careful sets of rules and societal structure for them to even exist. For such weakness to still flourish after all this while… it is baffling. I was born in the Rift state, and from the moment I opened my eyes I could kill a thousand mortals with only my breath, and with that knowledge, I came to pity their lot, and I imagine you do too."

Rowan saw a family in the crowd below, it was Diane, Olga, and Trevor. Olga was injured, but it was not fatal, and the three of them held themselves and withstood the presence of Dorian together. Rowan felt a note of pride in them within him that was flavored with despair, his energy points were shooting forward and his Fourth Ouroboros Serpent would soon be filled.

Just keep talking.

"You, however, are an enigma, see, when I shattered your corporeal form and the residual from my power swept through this people here, from you, I felt… pain, and that is quite interesting don't you think? You are meant to pity the damned creatures, not love them! They call you Erohim, well, in that case, let me be their Sun God Orum, and pour down my wrath on them."

The hands on Rowan loosened, and he could now talk, "you would kill these people for just a brief rise in my emotions, Dorian? I thought you had better use of your time. This action is beneath you."

Dorian laughed, in his new form it was a loud sound like thunder, and many people fainted below, as blood ran down their ears, scores of babies and elderly folks perished from that sound.

"It would be a waste of my time, true. But, I think you know why I really need to do this, don't I?" Dorian said.

Rowan sighed, "Being scared of death is a normal thing Dorian, nothing to feel ashamed for, that at the moment of your passing, you became afraid." His fourth Ouroboros Serpent became complete.

"Afraid? Of course, I'm afraid, but you're not. That's why I will do this. Their loss is the only fear you have that's why you will always be a weak Earth god, for you are tied to the earth"

"You are wrong Dorian, and you have pegged the source of my pain incorrectly, I have left many mortals to die, even now, my presence has condemned many to their death, and I… am killing countless people at this moment, so I indeed have no right to feel pain over the loss of these people."

Rowan sighed and looked down, almost as if he was ashamed, "This life is a madhouse, at first, I wanted to become a beacon of hope and justice, with my powers, I could do so much good, but it was the same power that constrain me even now, and I told myself if I am to live, I will have to make choices, and in this world of endless competition for power, there is no right choices, you can only pick your poison and live with it."

Dorian frowned, "Let me get something straight, you love these mortals, yet you are killing a bunch of them?"

Rowan whispered, "Yes, I am."

"why?"

"To avoid something much worse, and for these people to live is the only way for me to justify my actions because I am keeping a seed alive, no matter how much I am going to plunder from creation, I must keep a spark alive, it is the only way I can hold it at bay."

"Sounds to me like you're a hypocrite, what could be so terrifying that you would kill something you claim to love just to hold it at bay? You know, what you just told me makes me want to test the limit of your love the more!"

"Don't do this, Dorian… please. I'm a monster, and my promises are the only thing keeping me bound, if you cause me to break them, all of creation would burn."

Dorian brought him to his face, so Rowan could see the look of pleasure on it, and in his other hand he created a fireball, "Watch them burn Earth god."

He let the fireball fall, and it split into many tiny flaming butterflies… reminding Rowan of the beautiful memory he had of butterflies that solidified his resolve to help these people here, it seems it was another way fate took to mock him.