The Primordial Record - #269 - 269 Let This Day Be Cursed

His body stood at twelve feet, and he created his energy cloak without the hood, but he made it have six pieces of cloth that waved behind him, using Dash, he appeared before the gate of the Divine Kingdom, and he pointed into the Divine Kingdom,

“Destroy. Take everything. Do not hold back.” He unleashed the Six Ouroboros Serpents and they pierced into the Divine Kingdom while expanding, they all slowly opened their mouths and from the depth of their throat a growing Aura emerged, at this time, Rowan had enough consciousness pillars to understand a small part of the method they used to kill a World Consciousness.

Because it was inside of him.

 Rowan had six voids in place of his hearts where the Ouroboros Serpents dwelled, every time they died they were resurrected inside that void, and they had been able to gather a bit of that Aura inside their bodies.

Rowan now understood that part of the reason for their endless hunger was due to the fact that this void inside his heart was slowly changing them. It was from this Aura inside their bodies that became their venom.

As he got more powerful, it would seem as if the depth his body holds were unfathomable. 

From deep within them, the Serpents gathered that void that could never be filled, they began drawing upon its endless hunger.

Erohim must have sensed something wrong because his two faces had a moment of shock, and Rowan knew it was about to make a new move; however, it was already too late, Erohim mouth opened to speak, but that was before the Berserker Clone that Rowan had created with fifty thousand grains of Purple Black Aether exploded.

The explosion, if you could call it that, was silent, as it resembled a black hole that he directed towards Erohim and it wiped away all the soldiers in its path until it reached the god.

Placing fifty thousand grains of Aether into the clone was problematic, and It was the reason the movements of the Berserker Clone were so sluggish, to pull this off, Rowan had to devote three entire Consciousness Pillars just to suppress his Aether from decaying and turning to ice before he was ready.

Once they exploded, he began copying the techniques of Erohim and he assigned the three consciousnesses to channel the explosion and the freezing power of his Aether towards the face of the god which became frozen for a single second, but it was enough.

He used Fast Travel again and a bright flash of light revealed two Berserker Clones, one flew upward and the other was towards the forehead of Erohim and it held the blade of Dorian, that unique weapon with the ability to poison Souls.

 With a loud shout, the Clone fused Bash and Smash Berserker technique, a new trick he discovered he was able to do at the Heaven State of the Berserker Aspect.

His arms were reinforced with extra layers of blood armoring, expanding to the size of his body and he slammed the point of the blade into the god’s skull, driving it until it reached the hilt, Erohim was about to scream but the Berserker clone exploded, freezing it for another second.

The amount of Aether he was expending was great, and it would be impossible for him to sustain the usage if not for his Ascension to the Incarnation State, in less than a second he was burning enough Aether than he had ever used throughout his life, and it was barely enough to hold back the god for a single second.

The Berserker Clone that went upwards was with holding Envy, the Great Axe was vibrating with so much force the clone was disintegrating, but it survived long enough to slice through the massive levers holding the spikes that was set above Erohim which was used to torture him every decade for the purpose of creating Blue Iron.

Envy sliced through twenty feet of metallic lever holding the spikes and as it fell, the Clone exploded in a manner that propelled the spikes to fall faster, and the tip of the spike with unerring accuracy fell on the hilt of Dorian blade, the weight, gravity and in addition to the force behind it pushed the blade through the head of the god and it burst out through the throat, the spikes following shortly after.

In that exact same moment the Ouroboros Serpents had already filled up with their venom, and they roared, unleashing it inside the Divine Kingdom of Erohim. The roar created a ripple that sliced through the fabrics of Erohim Divine Kingdom and through the connection with Jarkarr it infiltrated the world consciousness and corrupted its very essence, killing the world consciousness.

The death of a world was swift, and it made no sound to disclose it passing.

The roar from the Ouroboros Serpents did not affect the Divine Kingdom of Erohim all that much, but the death of the world consciousness was all it took to break the last holdings of life left inside the god.

 He fell. 

Erohim the son of Orum the sun, and Ganesha the moon, hero, and god were laid to rest at the hands of Rowan Kuranes. After thousands of years of torture, he finally had peace in oblivion.

(According to the calendar of Jarkarr, today was the Day of Orum, and on Trion the date was the 7th of Metagei. 

This date was noteworthy because a god died on it. Let the day be forever cursed.)

The screams that erupted from the god were apocalyptic, it was a sound that transcended space and time, and it could be heard all over the Empire, even reaching the seat of the gods themselves on Trion. The news of the death of Dorian Son of Scarlet had not fully circulated around the Empire before the cry of a dying god from the same planet erupted. 

The entirety of Jarkarr was shaken and a cloud of blood and fire surrounded the world extending far into space, even covering the three moons outside Jarkarr.

The final Great Storm began, and it began scouring every trace of life from the planet.