The Primordial Record novel Chapter 557

Chapter 557 Before My Glory

'It was weird,' Rowan thought, 'to see the various bodies I have ever lived in. Perhaps it is a good thing that their memories were taken from me?'

His serpentine eyes suddenly blazed with madness, that was ancient and malevolent, a madness even the gods would run away from, and the energy of Chaos rushed into his body with renewed intensity.

'No! Even if these existences were nothing but pain, it is still my own, all taken… all stolen. If I am to get my payback, it shall be in full. I have given too much, and committed great acts of atrocities, for my full recompense to not be paid.'

Rowan was not aware, but the white of his eyes had turned black, and his golden serpentine pupils were like gemstones encased in obsidian.

They were beyond cold, his gaze could be filled with something closer to… Evil.

They watched his bodies pile up, etching by etching, as with every second that went by tens of thousands of bodies were drawn.

Then when it felt like this was all there was to be, the etchings turned green and Rowan saw a youth, maybe seventeen years old with bright green eyes and green hair.

His eyes were bright and filled with laughter, and there was a peace and contentment in his gaze that spoke of a simple sort of wisdom that was also incredibly profound.

Rowan knew that this youth had lived a life filled with joy and happiness, he was a giver of life, and everything under his fingertips bloomed with such splendor, that given enough time and with the potential bequeathed by the Primordial Record, this youth would have changed the universe.

He would have ushered in a time of peace and prosperity everlasting. His power would have been supreme yet tempered by fairness and love….

"Instead, you have me now." Rowan grinned, a look that surprisingly conveyed a profound sadness.

The etchings did not end, the next scene showed the youth being held by the throat by the same shadowy figure of his father, the other hand of the father was plunged inside his chest and seemed to be tearing him apart, looking for something.

The trail of green continued for a while, showing a plentiful scene of torture that would stagger the imagination of even the gods.

He was beheaded, flayed, burned, drowned, corroded, crucified, grounded, eaten, torn apart in various ways possible, and the light of hope and love inside the eyes of this youth began to die…

… but still, there was something there. A green light, that was hidden all along, held deeply inside his heart, that he kept burning, no matter how much was done to him, no matter the atrocities or the pain or depravity, he kept that light burning.

The madness in Rowan's eyes slowly retreated as he saw how bravely this youth held on to… hope.