The punch from the Slayer send me tumbling to the ground, using my hands to prevent myself from falling completely but it doesn't matter, I was bruised and bleeding in every way possible, I have sent unto him the greatest of the technologies I and my people created, along with the impenetrable armor that I now wield and the Sword and the Shield to make up for my lost crucible of which the Slayer has back at his base of operations, even my magic's and curses that have killed God's and entities powerful enough to match my own, even with my power of hell were not enough to hold him off.

Hundreds of rockets and mortars that broke planets and to entire cities, lasers harvested from the very stars and disintegrated everything they touched and pulverized others to ashes, and energies of different creations and countless tortured souls of the damned equivalent to countless suns and different energies of the living, and even time is nothing along with the mightiest of my soldiers and legion are nothing but a speck of nothing to the Slayer, my greatest creation.

One that ventured into my domain and brought down the greatest of my champions that resided there, my own generals and other false lords can only do nothing but point him to the venture of other worlds, lest they be turned to gore and paste by his hand and for billions of years they have done this.

It was a pleasantry to see him grow, to see him overcome the trial he had set him on and everything I and my minions threw, the Slayer would grow and become what he has always destined to be like his predecessors, a primeval, the creation of his creator from beyond the void, a destroyer, a protector that reminded him of his days when he was the Father and after the betrayal, becoming the Dark Lord and like the Slayer, all fall before him, deputies and God's created by him and his creator, and later down the road his son with so many more, assigned to there respective planets and realms, eldritch beings of power and mystic, superhuman beings that were of his kind and equal but some took upon it as a title and not a real truth to the definition.

Primevals like him that were created by his creator that lived beyond the void and went to the realms he created, and they all come in difference altogether but all the same, were all destroyed in his might and broken beyond spirit, realm after realm soon followed, for I was created to be the perfect being my creator intended me to be. It took the combined strength of my son and the creator that lived beyond the void to stop him, imbuing his son more with the powers of creation along with the souls of my people that I was nothing but a speck to it, but he did not back down and faced his traitorous son, and he lost.

He knew that his son will never kill him as he too was guilt-ridden and blinded but it was already set in stone when they all betrayed me and killed my people in the countless for a misguided belief. Now countless millennia has passed and it all comes down to this, his life now comes to an end at the hands of his greatest creation and he could not have a better ending than this.

He picked up his sword and turned to him, he saw the creation he created threw away the helmet and he can see himself and it was good, he reminded him of his young and glory days, he breathed his final and discarded his sword aside, "Tell me, Have you nothing to say to your creator before you strike him down?", I ask this question to the Slayer who is now looking at me with fury and rage like mine, he raised his right hand and his blade came forth, and with plunged into my neck, I grunted the pain but it was nothing anyway compared to the trillions of years of torment that was given to me.

"NO", my own creation said to me and pulled right back his blade as my blood gush out, I was having trouble breathing, and my own power began to break and I roared to the skies and the red wave ensued forth, I can feel my minions from all over the metaverse disappear, sucked back into my realm, all of their screams I can hear and there was nothing I could do about it and the last of my consciousness fading away, but it does not matter anymore.

I have won, even when the Slayer has killed me, he has served my purpose and goal, to destroy my creations and set down the path of extinction but I fear for my people of Immora but time and time again, they have shown me their resilience, defiance and will in the coming strife that followed in the wake of the betrayal and kept their undying loyalty and devotion to me, protecting the last city of my once glorious people and for that, I can die peacefully.

As my body dropped like a carcass, my orb began to float in front of me and began to crack and crumble, preparing for the inevitability, I look up to my last remnant of what I had created and closed my eyes and the last thing that I saw is my orb exploding and the red light consuming my view and I knew no more.

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I opened my eyes to feel the leaves on my face that dropped on the tree, it has been a long time seeing such up close after many years being sealed, he can only see them through his projections but only that as he sees them all burned to nothing by his armies of doom, he picked one and examined it, and his own eyes can see it the organisms that lived on the leaf, working together despite being cut from the root and waiting for the insects or something else to destroy it. He decided on something else as he put it down.

But then it brought up to his mind, he looks at himself, it was his own body once again, his own orb that was supposed to be destroyed is still in his chest, glowing brightly with the blood-red, he looks at his hands and feels them, the rough and soft parts of his hands as he caressed it to see if he is alive.

"This is no illusion, I should have died by my creation's hand, what happened?", and also to the fact that as he looks around, he was in a crater and it is still smoking, the trees that were once in the area have burned along with other life forms, forming a halo or circle around, he looks around and the air felt different and he can feel a whiff to even energies mostly familiar to his even when he created the entire worlds to dimensions and so many more that made his other fellow Primevals envy and scorn him, but then he was forced to look to his side as in front of the bushes appeared what seemed to be a dark shadow, crawling on all four's and when the light has shown, it has a face that of a bony mask with bones protruding from his body and is snarling at him, his own intent ready to kill.

"What is this? Another creation by my sons or his grandsons, or his creator, or is it just another speck that lived to see and evolve another day? I dare say that this is a disappointment", the creature shriek and lunged but he caught it with two hands and ripped it to pieces, the parts were strewn on him and the ground, but then he sees that they are disappearing in once they came, like his own minion's dying when he died. But there is one thing he felt about the creature, it has almost little to no soul, in fact, it was non-existent.

He had no time to ponder as more came in packs and what seemed to be another humanoid-like with his own body that of a horse, we were all looking at each other and they all roared towards me and I busted forward and gripped one and used him as ram for the other as I kicked another one and he disappeared in a wisp as he impacted the tree of which it began to fall onto the black centaur of which it dodged, another dog bite me through my shoulder and it was nothing, I gripped it and slammed it back down in the floor, it's own entrails splattering to my body but I do not care, I look back to the creature and chuck the disintegrating dog back at it.

The being disappeared and I was left alone once again, the parasites seemed to try to intimidate me through this then has another one coming, I look to my hand and electricity began to flow and a few of his powers slowly growing but still small compared to my former state even when my powers were stolen, "It will not be a problem, I still have my strength to use", I then felt that something is wrong and he felt a hundred steps began to cross and all are running at the same time, producing a tremor, he can hear sounds of both growls and barks of different sounds, running to the clear and pushing off many leaves and even large trunks out my way and arriving to see a clear view of the surroundings, he used his sight to track it and he found it.

A hundred or even close to a thousand of what he just killed appearing and running to what seemed to be a settlement surrounded by mountains and terrains of both barren and bloom, and the inhabitants were of a cross between humans and with other human's with animal features but not as severe or even malformed as his servants.

He could see them all being rounded up by thieves and the said thieves are now leaving, all of them pleading to save them but they all laughed and went on their way with archaic to even laughable machines they have, it made his anger at this action, "קלל את בני בשביל זה!", as the horde closing in and the people crying for help to someone, he began to hear the screams and began to ache in his head and gritting his teeth, the face of the bandits and the cowardice they showed reminded me too much of his sons and the creations he once cherished and the inhabitants crying for help, for anyone to save them, it makes his blood boil, the ground beneath me began to swirl, And with those that even when miles away, they heard a boom that shook the forest and the ground.

Translations:

"CURSE MY SON'S FOR THIS!" - "קלל את בני בשביל זה!"