The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1818

Chapter 1818: Make Him The Villain

In the depths of heaven, Asteraoth, Primordial Light, sat in darkness. He had sensed the tremors that erupted from all over Reality from the death of Chaos, Soul, Demon, and now Time.

His face was blank, and the thoughts that dwelled in his heart were unknown. In front of him, the first photon to ever leap from an electron waltzes around. Its presence was inconsequential in the larger scheme of things, but it did hold value and meaning to every life in this Reality, because it was a living testament to their history, and such things hold power.

Reaching across, Asteraoth snuffed it out, and then he smiled. From his beautiful face, a long black tongue snaked out to taste the last flavor of death left behind by the eradication of the first photon.

In the silence of this place, someone appeared. At the moment, he was not there. The next, he was. Elgorath, Primordial Memory, the First Cause, stood in the heart of heaven, wearing the body of the Adjudicator.

In the past, the Adjudicator had accepted the power of Light and had been somewhat submissive to its Primordial, but that time had passed, and the light of heaven flowed around Primordial Memory, he was no longer in a weaker position, the death of so many of their siblings had equalised the board, and now he was the only ally that Primordial Light could depend upon.

"You bring shadow, Elgorath," Asteraoth slowly spoke, "Is this your answer to our doom?"

"No, brother, I bring context; everything has changed, and we need to change with it, or be left behind." Memory gestured, a slow, fluid motion, and the air between them rippled.

The symphony of light in the depths of heaven flickered, and for a moment, a different scene was superimposed over it. The image was of Arena, not as it was, but as Primordial Memory held it: the terrifying, perfect forms of the five Primordials being challenged, the raw, unvarnished fury of Rowan’s speech, the silent, screaming unraveling of the Great Abyss, and the death of Primordial Demon.

Primordial Memory did not show the events; she made Light experience the memory of all the Primordials, with all its associated terror, shock, and the profound, paradigm-shattering realization of their own vulnerability.

All of heaven shook at the weight of these memories as a nearby constellation of newborn stars flared and died prematurely, their light turning a sickly, fearful yellow before winking out.

Surprisingly, Primordial Light smiled, "He is a storm. A chaotic, destructive force... but that is a lie. See the way he unmade the Abyss and shattered the Arena. He made sure to keep me here in heaven to counter Primordial Demon perfectly. How interesting..."

Primordial Memory frowned and then conjured another memory. "With the death of Soul, I was able to access some of her lost memories, see the history of this child, one that was hidden from us."

The memory that appeared preceded Rowan’s rage. It showed a nascent Reality smothered in its cradle for the dreams of the Primordials. Showed the convoluted births and deaths of this child as he navigated a dead reality filled with the silent, grinding despair of a trillion civilizations living under the absolute, unchangeable law of beings who had grown bored and stagnant.

Primordial Memory made sure that Light felt what Rowan had felt; the immense, crushing weight of an eternity without growth, without hope, without destiny.

"Reality is dead and yet we gave these maggots a life worth living," Primordial Light asserted, "See how the remnants rebel once something shiny takes center stage. All the peace we gave them was wasted; it only allowed a poisoned viper the chance to grow."

"Rowan believes it was not peace we gave them but silence," Primordial Memory pointed out. "The silence of a garden where only one type of flower is permitted to grow. And now a weed has broken through the stone, Brother. A weed with the power to shatter the very garden walls."

Primordial Memory let the memory of Rowan’s confrontation with Primordial Demon flood the space. He did not show the battle itself, but the certainty in Rowan’s eyes.

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