The Primordial Record novel Chapter 793

Chapter 793 The Root Of All Evil

Rowan's green eyes lit up in expectation and descended more slowly towards the earth, Maeve followed behind him and with a small cough began her story,

"A blue frog was hopping along the edge of a mighty river, looking for a relatively shallow area to cross when he came across a starving scorpion on the edge of death. The reputation of the scorpion was dangerous and the frog wisely ignored it and went on its way to find the right place to cross. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

"The frog soon found the position it wanted and as soon as it began to cross the river, the scorpion called out to the frog, imploring for its aid because it was on the verge of starving to death for there was no edible food on this side of the river.

"The frog was taken aback, it wanted to leave but it had a gentle nature, it thought that surely the scorpion would not harm it because it was starving and needed to cross the river to survive, but it was careful and demanded a vow from the scorpion which it willingly gave to the frog.

"Bending down to allow its passenger to climb it back, the frog began its journey across the river, and when they reached a particularly treacherous part of the river, the frog's body shook in pain as it was struck multiple times by the scorpion's stinger.

"As the both of them were about to drown, the disconsolate frog asked the scorpion why it betrayed its promise and doomed the both of them to death and the scorpion responded that it acted not out of malice or ingratitude but because it had an indiscriminate and irresistible urge to sting a helpless prey."

The story ended there but Maeve continued, "I remember your mother saying this next part to you, but you were already asleep. She said:

"Everything on the side of the river where the blue frog had picked the scorpion from was dead, not from disease or drought, but from the stinger of the scorpion, even though it did not need to do so. Not waiting for nature to replenish itself, it just killed and killed and killed until there was nothing left and it began to starve to death. Do not forget that the nature of the scorpion was just to kill."

Rowan went silent, and they were almost to the ground when he said, "The death cries of this universe came from the hands of my father. He is called the Trickster on Trion, you call him the Deceiver, others have called him a liar, desecrator, and many other names, yet your story paints another picture of him, of a scorpion who does harm not because of malice or desire, but because of his nature. This perhaps is even worse."

Maeve quickly replied, "At the end of the day my lord, it's just a story, and it should not justify any of his actions."

Rowan nodded distractedly, he knew the essence of his father was a Reflection, he was simply the image in the mirror that revealed the true nature of the person looking at it. Whatever choices he made were not learned or acquired, but it was just a result of the person he was made from or in this case, the Primordial he was based on.

It was no wonder a group of Primordials came together to kill the main body of his father. If his Reflection could be so toxic and corrupting to whatever it touches, then the Primordial they were based on must be countless times worse.

What sort of reality could exist if a Primordial like his father was left to roam free?

The image he had seen in the murals of his Spirit Matrix Gate outside the universe had been hard to decipher, but he knew the main body of his father appeared humanoid, with tentacles on the lower parts of his face, like beards made from snakes.

The haunting four-sided eyes, the cups and the maps on the table, his dead body pinned to that table, but his Reflection still roaming free in the universe… a simple image but holding so much meaning.