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Chapter 10: ?
Life is a precious thing.
Knowing it eventually ends, helps you cherish it. Live at the best of your capacity.
Yet those that do not know death, can never truly appreciate the gift of being alive.
Once you've lived for centuries, millennia, eons, you start to forget things, small things.
The joy you once could've felt when making something, would now feel so dull after so long. The smile you used to have whenever you accomplished something you believed impossible, now vanishes since you might've done the impossible possible so many times it loses its impact.
The anger you felt to your older sibling when he tried to do something that you never liked, now doesn't exist when you learned he will always be your only sibling even after millennia.
But even the love you once felt for said sibling would start to diminish with every year it passes.
He thought he had felt it all. He thought he was now over such mortal feelings, feelings he might've once had, but no longer.
He left it all behind when he and his brother decided to leave behind their little experiment and travel to other places in the vast universe.
Across their travels, they encountered many planets, each with different way of life, culture, religion, and while they were curious to learn more of the place, they never made themselves known, for they already knew what happened when they did that.
After all, their failed experiment was proof of that.
However, that didn't stop them from watching and learning. It became their new hobby. Going around the universe to find and learn of these planets, and how they differed from their experiment.
What did they do wrong? Where did all go wrong? Honestly, they both came to the conclusion, that it was their presence.
In each and every planet that had managed to prosper they never found nor felt an individual like them. It opened their eyes to the truth.
They weren't needed for peace to exist.
They used to believe that for a prosperous planet, they needed to establish order themselves or it would fall apart, yet all the planets they had visited it was never the case.
But even in the light of these new knowledge, they refused to believe they were wrong, that peace and balance could be achieve, with a firm hand guiding the population.
They never found another like them. But they came close to finding similar critiques many times.
Planets that were ruled by an all powerful being, at least to the standards of said planet, and said being trying to guide the planet to what it believed was right.
So, they oversaw these planets hoping to be proven right. That sometimes all you need is a guiding hand.
However, they were sorely disappointed.
In every of these cases, groups always fought back. They couldn't accept the hand they were being offered, clouded by the promises of power their rulers had, or dumb beliefs that everyone should have the same amount of power and only then would they advance.
And every time, the Ruler, the most powerful in the planet, would try to squash these rebellions against them, some tried peacefully, but eventually turned violent, while others simply obliterated them instantly, not wanting to waste their time.
Some even went for something similar they did, and made a blank slate, with only their personally selected few, to help build a new future, a better future.
And then there were those who were overthrown. Stripped from their powers and executed. And in this scenario two outcomes would come. The planet would finally prosper, or the same events would repeat themselves over and over.
They knew they weren't the only eternal beings, after all they've been around as long as them and even longer, and even used to hang out with one of the eldest.
But that was only during the very beginnings of the universe.
Now they didn't see them anymore, there was no need. No time.
How funny that thought, one has all the time in existence and yet none at the same time. That's something he just learned recently. And quite brutally.
He and his brother had spent decades spectating a planet which population reminded them of their failed experiment.
Societies divided, yet united. Peace, yet there is war. Individuals who took the mantle to protect the world yet shunned when the price is too high to pay. They spent years spectating. It had been the most entertaining one in millennia.
They watched as ships entered the planet and left. They could've stopped them, but they had decided centuries ago not to interfere with mortals.
Then they felt something wrong. Power being unleashed. Space be bent to the will of someone. Reality be manipulated. The cry of a Soul. The manipulation of Time. And the destruction of a Mind.
They felt it all, and never interfered.
They should've.
THEY SHOULD HAVE INTERFERED.
And now they paid the price. His brother paid the price.
They thought themselves above mortals. The rules of which they lived their lives not applying to them.
But they still answered to the laws of the universe. And if someone used the founding's of the universe to wipe out half of all life. They couldn't do anything.
He could only stare in shock as his brother disappeared into shiny particles.
Even though they have no faces, he could still see the look of shock and terror his brother gave before finally ceasing to exist.
And so finally after eons of thinking he had experienced everything.
For the first time, he felt sadness. Loss. Grief.
And now he felt emptiness. When his brother was around he never once felt empty.
He wandered through space, without a direction. Just floating.
He had never felt any of this before, he wanted to get rid of it. Go somewhere where he could forget everything that happened.
Maybe go back to his and his brother's work, as a way to mourn him.
'But we promised to never return until we were summoned' a part of him reminded him of the promise taken so long ago.
'What worth can the promise have when an event as catastrophic as this happens?!' his more cynical side argued.
'It's the last promise we did to our brother!'
'Well there is no brother anymore! We aren't bound to that promise!'
'We should respect our decision'
'We should go back and rule once more! Don't we want to see our creations again?!'
'Yes, but our presence would cause chaos and rebellion once more'
'Then we won't announce our presence, we could stay at our old temple, no one would be the wiser'
'…' it would seem his internal debate came to an end.
He would always argue with his brother, and it would seem even without him he still argues with himself.
Although this time he didn't know how long he spent pondering the subject, for what felt like seconds could've been months for mortals.
And so with a final visit to the place where his brother died he instinctively turned in the direction of their first and last creation.
And with a final thought he sped towards it.
To the remnants of their once beautiful world.
He entered the atmosphere in a ball of purple fire.
His impact caused tremors in the surrounding areas, but no one would've felt them.
He looked around and only saw a barren wasteland, devoid of any life, with black pools and rivers running along them.
Just as he remembered.
He couldn't see any of his creations nearby, yet he felt them fighting amongst each other. Without a leader. An Alpha.
He would correct that. With a quick order in mind he felt all the fighting cease, and all of them start moving in his direction.
With that final action the God of Darkness had announced his return to Remnant.
And so this ends here.
It's shorter than the other ones, but I had half the chapter sitting around for months now. Decided to finish it and publish it. It is hard to talk about the feelings of a god, and what actions they would've taken.
I hope all is good.
-The Knight in dark Flames