The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1819

Chapter 1819: The Toxin

The voice of Primordial Memory was heavy, like a storm; it was as if every statement he was making became truth.

"Second, we weaponize the present."

Primordial Memory began to show his sibling the current state of Reality, and the fear and chaos left in Rowan’s wake. His intentions were clearly stated out in his Will for Primordial Light to comprehend.

They would not oppose this chaos; they would guide it. Their remaining agents, the echoes of their worship, would move among the terrified masses.

They would form cults not to the old Primordials, but to ’Stability’, to ’Order’, to the ’Sanctity of the Great Design’—all subtle euphemisms for their own return to power.

They would fund the armies fighting the demonic spillage, positioning themselves as the only sane alternative to Rowan’s world-shattering anarchy.

The laughter of Primordial Memory filled this layer of Heaven, "We let him break the world, and then we position ourselves as the only ones who can put it back together."

Primordial Light sat in silence as he comprehended the plans his sibling was presenting to him. "There is still more you want to show me," he flatly stated.

"Of course, brother, doing this would not be enough to stop a force like him. Third, we poison the future. This would be the most subtle and insidious part of my plan. Free up your domain so I can show you the core of my plan."

Primordial Light hesitated for a moment before giving his sibling permission to push more of his power into Heaven.

There were risks to doing such a thing, but the threat of Rowan surpassed those risks. If Primordial Memory was to display his Will for the future anywhere else outside this deeper layer of Heaven, then there was nothing stopping Rowan from detecting the fluctuation of power that would arise from it.

The first two plans of Primordial Memory had promise, and if the third was the final nail to seal the deal, this was a risk that was worth his consideration.

The eyes of Primordial Memory shone when he saw the opened permission for him to exert more of his power. Without a force like Rowan present, then he knew this would be impossible. It was a shame he could not take advantage of this and gain more power from Primordial Light, not when the executioner’s blade was on all their necks.

He reached into the deepest, most fundamental layers of Memory, to the templates of existence itself, and showed Primordial Light his vision.

He proposed a slight, almost imperceptible, rewrite. A seeding of a memetic toxin into the substrate of reality. This was something only Memory could do. Previously, Chaos, Soul, Time, and Demon would have stopped him from accessing this layer of control over Reality due to its adverse effects on their domain, but they were dead.

This toxin would be a subconscious, universal bias towards order, towards hierarchy, towards the known over the unknown.

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