The Primordial Record - Chapter 1930

Chapter 1930: The Height of Betrayal
“My story ends here with the beginning of the Primordials, and everything that follows can be pieced together by you, but that would take too long, because you seek the final connection that links us all together, and even though it would give me pleasure from holding this back from you… Sadly, there is a need for it to be completed. So, let us go a bit further into the past.”

While the tale of Enoch was ongoing, he did not stop the present vision of Reality that he was showing to Rowan, and he discovered that although the vision was clear, transmitting such great details that could satisfy Rowan’s sight, there was something going wrong with the vision; it was beginning to blur at the edges.

Enoch still had a few tethers to Eosah’s Reality, despite the fact that Rowan had cleansed it multiple times, but it seemed that something that his main body was doing was finally breaking it. Inside his consciousness, Rowan began preparing for battle. He knew that Enoch was not a being who was accustomed to losses; he would fight when his back was against the wall. What else did he have to lose?

“They ate of my fruits, and the missing part of them was completed, and if this had stopped here, then the deal was more than fair, and yet I gave them access to more power.” Enoch continued with no warning, and Rowan knew that he was aware he had noticed that his vision over Reality was beginning to fade, and yet he was not addressing it. Still, his voice threw Rowan into the past, and he saw these seven mortals become something more.

“Xylos bit into frozen starlight and tasted every lie ever told to him, even from his beloved siblings, and his eyes turned silver and merciless, and although it hurt, he wanted more of it.”

“Elgorath split the black glass fruit with his teeth, and for the first time in his life, blood ran down his chin that was not his own, and he smiled because he finally understood what it felt like to be wounded. Do you see how I completed them, Rowan? Do you see my mercy even in my lack?”

Not waiting for Rowan to answer, Enoch continued speaking, his voice no longer shifting but maintaining the same tone,

“Asteroath swallowed living flame and laughed as his shadow burned away, leaving him radiant and terrible, and he was the first one to see the shadows of his wings.”

“Vorthas ate the eye and saw every wall he would ever walk through, including the ones made of his siblings’ bodies. And he saw the potential of me, and from that moment, he chased the darkness of death even though he had life in abundance.”

“Xyris devoured the screaming future and went mute for a long time, because some futures are kinder when unspoken. It was his sister, the little betrayer Nyxara, who slowly coaxed the secret of the future from him, and then he burned the memory out of his mind, and for that mercy, Xyris loved her.” Enoch paused, “You know it is funny, only speaking of this tale do I begin to see the beginning of the deception and how much I missed in the past… There should not have been seven of them; only six were required.”

“Eldrithor consumed the mirror fruit and saw himself reflected infinitely, each version holding another heart. His heart, finally in the center. From that moment, he saw the chaos that was always a part of him, and maybe of all of them; he was the one who saw my essence more than others, but soon that essence was perverted.”

“And then little Nyxara, hahaha, that bitch, the seventh, my greatest mistake, she took the small pale fruit in both hands, kissed it like a lover, and ate it whole. She proved to me at that point that her soul could hold everything in creation. Did I not just watch her hold a part of Xyris’s fear? It was the easiest decision for me to make her the eldest, and because they were not fully aware of what it meant to control their abilities, I gave her the greatest portion of might among them all. This was my second mistake.”

The vision of this moment was one of the most surreal things Rowan had ever seen.

The valley vanished where they had taken the fruits had vanished, and the siblings stood in a circle of scorched earth, and the air around them cracked like old ice.

He could see power flooding into their bodies, raw, white, hungry. The same white that had once been a boy named Enoch. And then above them, yet still far away, in the place where nothing meets nothing, the void shivered.

A hairline fracture appeared in the walls that separated Real from Not-Real, and Rowan saw that Enoch had felt this change in existence. He had given birth to a power that was supposed to have ended even before existence began.

Enoch had no mouth, but something that had once been a mouth curved into something that had once been a smile.

The bargain was sealed.

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Rowan cocked his head to the side, “I am a bit confused, Enoch, from what I knew of the past about the Primordials, you were not creating helpers but slaves, how can you say they betrayed you when they most likely fought for their freedom?”

“Freedom? Bah! All of existence owes me a debt for their lives. I created everything, and if I wished to take it all back, then it is only fair, but their sins were greater than the rest. They would have died, Rowan. The way existence was at that time meant they would have never lived for long. They were mortals with the power to affect existence as a whole. How long do you think the immortals at that time would endure their presence when they were fighting and losing against the first endless waves of new immortals who had cultivated to their position?”

“They do not know you, Enoch.” Rowan countered, “They were children who were given the power to crush existence. I believe you were counting on that, but did you not see that you were playing with a double-edged sword?”

Enoch chuckled coldly, “I know you have heard the term Light often, when it’s used to describe your potential, power, and majesty, but do you know that that term originated from me?” Then he suddenly screamed, “I gave them my Light Rowan, a gift that none of existence had… They may have used my flesh as the foundation of this new existence, but End did not give them my Light; only I am capable of this gift.”

Enoch seemed to deflate, “I gave them the chance of holding my Light and did not ask much from them except to to take back all that I have lost, and at the beginning, everything went the way it should… the existence that had forgotten me found a power that was beyond their understanding, and they began to fall, one by one, until the immortals falling under the might of my glorious creation came together and created you… at least for so long I was led to believe that, but your creation is a work of the Primordials as well as them.”