The Primordial Record - #251 - 251 Even a god... Dies

His bloodline consumed Souls, and if a soul of a god deemed it fit to enter into the one place in the universe that no soul should enter, then he could only curse its bad luck or foolishness.

For a god to reach such a place was difficult if not impossible, after all, they were among the few in the universe who could potentially live until the end of a universe. For such beings to face the bloodline of the Primordial Keepers, even those of Rowan that had been further mutated into something abominable. It was exceedingly rare.

Erohim soul was facing such a fate.

Rowan’s gigantic body growled, and he stomped his feet, and the plain before him shattered. The cracks from that impossible blow spreading until it circled the entire Domain, and large chunks of ice and burning pillars of flame fell down from above.

 He was burning his vitality at a dangerous rate, and Eruption was currently at 25 percent. The amount of power flowing through his body was enough to shatter a planet, and in order to free himself from the shackles of the gods’ Domain, he let his body burn this brightly and for this long, and he did not seek to control that power, only unleash it.

Unleash it he did, and the cracks from that single stomp of his foot was apocalyptic. He roared, and six other louder roars followed him in concert as the Ouroboros Serpents burst out of his chest and back and one emerged from his neck, their gleaming golden bodies and diamond like spines shone and as one they began rapidly expanding as shockwaves reverberated in the Domain as their bodies tore through the restriction.

The eyes of the Ouroboros Serpents fell on the bounty before them and their roar of joy was deafening, this should be among the best meals they had ever consumed and together they fell on the domain of the god and began consuming it.

Rowan observed his Mental State with a keen eye, as his mind still plotted and analyze every single moment. Anywhere else and this soul might have escaped, for the soul of a god was not easily held, but inside his Palace of Ice, his Aether was constantly regenerating at a blinding speed, and because it had the attribute of freezing a soul, even that of a god in sufficient enough volume. The Soul of the god was frozen in place.

“YOU CANNOT DO THIS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I AM? CAN YOU COMPREHEND THE EFFECTS OF YOUR ACTIONS? I AM A GOD!”

“yet, what are gods, but slightly bigger ants. Before me, even a god will fall!”

Rowan ignored the ramblings, now he just had to kill it. Which the soul of Erohim thought was impossible going by his taunts.

“FOOLISH… WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO YOU IMPRISONING A PART OF MY SOUL? YOU WOULD KEEP ME DEEP WITHIN YOUR BREAST, WHERE MY DAGGER WOULD EASILY FIND YOUR HEART?”

Rowan ignored him, he clearly did not understand what he was. Though this task posed a unique challenge for him, as his intuition was screaming about the sheer scope of the soul he had just snatched, even if it was a small part of Erohim Soul.

Yes, this was not all of Erohim, but a part of his Soul, which was a good thing for Rowan, as his oncoming actions depended on it.

It should both be incredibly easy for him but also a bit difficult to collect this soul, but he would have to do so, even though he still had baby teeth, he would have to chew this hard bone for the benefits it would give him was incomparable.

As the Ouroboros Serpent feasted on the Ice and fire domain, he began to see large cracks that showed him the vision of the outside world, and he saw he was in still in space, and although the surrounding Domain was as large as a hundred miles across, in the outside world it was smaller than a grain of dust.

With the continual destruction of the Domain, the pressure on his body eased, and he could finally begin reducing the amount of vitality he was burning and his body began to shrink as he sat down cross-legged.

His focus was deep inside his Mental Space, where the true battle between himself and Erohim was about to begin. 

Not much of a battle, but a struggle to open my mouth wide enough to fit in a soul the size of a planet.

Rowan brought the purple moon that signified his Soul Points over the Soul of the fallen god, and his throne followed it, he was surprised by that, before Eva communicated to him that the same way his throne served as a way to process his experience to create consciousness pillars, it could also support him as he devoured the soul of an immortal.

Rowan nodded his acknowledgement and settled the throne on top of the frozen soul of Erohim that was the size of a large mountain, and he began to drain it.

A red and white stream of soul energy began to slowly enter the Purple moon which began to inflate, and then Erohim screamed.

“WHAT IS HAPPENING? HOW CAN THIS BE POSSIBLE? WHAT ARE YOU?”

Rowan senses could perceive a wave of fear and intense surprise from the fallen god’s soul, if he was an Abomination that fed on fear, he would have been drowning in bliss. Yet, his Ouroboros bloodline feasted on that emotion and his bloodline began to boil. The fear of an immortal satisfied it and he felt his Absolute body eased up, and his desire to still perform the impossible increased as the wave of fear coming from the Soul of Erohim was increasing in intensity.

As it was as difficult for a mortal to fly, that was how difficult it was for a god to know true death.

Inside his Mental Space, the purple barrier flashed, and a weakening cry of the soul of the god echoed out. It was a cry that said so much, as the despair in it was absolute beyond what any mortal could ever comprehend, for if that cry had echoed out in the world, every mortal creature would kill themselves in despair.