The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1929

Chapter 1929: You Shall Give Me A Key

Enoch blinked slowly before focusing his gaze on the only being in all creation who was worthy to hear his story,

"I can see the hate in your eyes, Rowan, and it is a good thing that you do not try to hide it. You think I am going too far, don’t you? But you failed to realize that what End took from me could not be changed, and to get back myself, I had to do... anything."

Rowan shrugged, "Nothing you say would change the way I feel about you, but the years ahead are endless, and you have not finished your tale. Perhaps at the end of it, I shall change my mind, but that is not likely. Now, all I can do is listen to your words. You know my story but I do not know yours, and telling them to me is important, because I know that there is a part of you that understands that despite all your plans and advantages, that you may still fall, and if that happens, someone will have to remember your story, for it is not yours alone, but also the Luminious."

Enoch was silent for a moment, a touch of introspection entering his eyes, Rowan did not think his words could change the mindset of this fallen Luminious, not really, time and his reckless actions had refined him into becoming something that was the true personification of Evil, but he knew there had to be moments of reflection, and even though these moments would never last or have lasting impacts, forcing those moments to occur was a victory all of its own.

"You know, Rowan, I sometimes wonder if there was an existence that predated the Luminious, or if we were truly the first. That thought only occurred to me when I saw so many in the creation that I made believe themselves to be the first of everything. Ah, the foolishness of life, were my people also this foolish?"

Enoch shook his head as if he was discarding bad thoughts, and he returned to his tale. That moment of reflection was lost, and all Rowan could see was a being on a mission.

"I began with dreams. I started small across ten thousand new Realities who had forgotten that I once existed. I entered the souls of their creation and whispered into sleeping minds, promising what every living thing secretly wants: more time, more power, more meaning. I taught tyrants how to live forever by drinking the years of their subjects, because at that time, there was a clear demarcation between mortal and immortal, and you were either born an immortal or a mortal, as there was no way to close that gap. Rowan, I created cultivation."

"I taught lovers how to bind souls so tightly that neither could ever leave, even when love turned to hate. I taught children that growing up was optional if they were willing to cut away the parts of themselves that insisted on tomorrow. Slowly, my endless work began to make an impact across reality as the first real war that rocked multiple realities arose. Corruption spread like frostbite. Stars developed cancers that sang. Oceans learned to thirst. Gods began to fear their own worshippers. And in the slow rot of centuries, I, Enoch, waited for the seven who would be the keys to my freedom."

Rowan’s breathing almost came to a halt. Finally, it was here, the true birth of the Primordials. Enoch had casually brushed past their creation in the past, but he knew there was much more to their history than this, and the Primordials were an integral component to existence that could not be denied.

Now, with the assistance of Lumina flooding his soul, he could not just hear it from Enoch; he was essentially there as it all happened.

"They were born on a single small world of blue oceans and iron mountains, seven siblings delivered in one bloody night beneath a moon the color of an open wound. Their mother died giving birth to the youngest. Their father vanished into the woods and was never seen again. The world named them cursed. The world was right, for a long time I was looking for these unique curses, and now I had found them."

Seven mortals stood in a field of blood and bodies, no older than ten years old at the time, but they were all agents of destruction: Nyxara, Xylos, Eldrithor, Xyris, Elgorath, Asteroath, and Vorthas. Some people were born different, and these children needed proper guidance to keep them from falling off the cliff, but they got the worst.

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