Kapitel 2: Rebirth #?????
The light stung the baby's eyes as his gaze wandered around him. Holding him was a mother, weary and tired from the act of giving birth. Her eyes were green and tender as she looked at the baby in her arms, her grip weakened and the baby was taken by another figure, a man. A man with happy tears rolling down his face. The teardrops landed on the baby's face, and the baby, seemingly purposely swept his hand over his own face to wipe off the tears.
This scene is certainly heartwarming for anyone who is present to witness it, but to Sicarius, it meant nothing.
The happiness of the couple who had been blessed with a child, the happy tears, the loving gazes Sicarius had seen countless times before. He had been reborn endlessly that he could barely remember all of his parent's faces, he couldn't even remember his original parents' faces, even their names were nothing but a question to him.
There was no point in remembering them, right now what mattered was to gain enough strength to murder the whole population of Earth.
As the father and mother held their baby they rejoiced, not knowing the baby was having completely complex thoughts regarding his plan to massacre the whole planet. Multiple lines shone from the sky and into the hospital room causing a shadow to be cast upon the walls.
"$ıcarius"
The parents and a nurse looked at the name in awe. From the angle the S and I were cast, it was almost impossible to identify them as letterings.
"Carius will be our child's name! Carius Gray!"
For Sicarius, or rather, Carius, his name in this world was of no importance. What mattered was how he will grant his God's command.
Babies did not have the capability to do anything worthwhile for a certain duration until they are capable of walking or mumbling out words. For a while, all Sicarius could do as a baby was train his mental capacities and plan for his future.
Earth the last planet he would ever visit is also the one most hounded by evil karma. Due to the overwhelming amount of evil karma, it has physically manifested as monsters or what the humans call as Sins. Although the Sins have brought the threat of mass extinction to the humans it has also brought upon them the gift of Mana, loose energy of which can be manipulated. However, not only can they have abilities, but they also have their own god-wannabes who grant blessings that enhance a person's abilities.
Before he came here God made it clear that he must not invoke his name and show any relation to him whatsoever as God is not immune to bad karma so he can not help in this life, and Sicarius may be allowed to relate himself to the other false Gods to ask for blessings. However, God simply cannot let his most devout follower have no advantage. On Sicarius's 18th birthday God had made plans for him to 'coincidentally' attain a life-changing power.
The plan was clear. Train, prepare his body for battle, massacre the whole population and become a god. It was simple.
So now.
Train.
Train.
Focus.
Hyperfocus. The ability to be completely immersed in your surroundings. This was his training. With this ability, he will climb to the apex. He will excel in each and every profession known to man as long as he focuses. That is the capacity of anyone with a will, any average human can do this but not everyone can take focus to the levels that Sicarius can.
Be quiet. Think and direct your focus to your perceptions of the immediate environment. Feel the wind on your skin, listen to the beats of your heart, and let your eyes take in the surroundings. Be in control of your attention.
Sicarius sat in his home with his small feet in between his short stubby legs as if he was a master in meditation. In the corner of his eyes, his parents peek at him from a counter speaking in hushed tones that are, unknown to them, loud to Sicarius's hyperfocused ears.
"Honey, look, at Carius. He's being weird again!"
"Shut up! Do not call our precious son weird!" Sicarius turned to look in their direction and both parents hid under the counter.
"Then why are you hiding from him too!"
This was an amusing reaction, but not unusual to Sicarius. He did not bother appearing average and childlike, there was no point in hiding his talents. He is not wary of anything.
Soon enough his mother approaches him and leans in to carry him. Movements which all seemed to be in slow motion to Sicarius. If he wanted to he could easily avoid being carried, however, it was still too early to rebel against his parents who provide for him. As much as Sicarius wanted to be alone and independent, having parents was convenient and practical.
A nipple appears within centimeters of his face, slowly descending upon his mouth. Breastfeeding, this was natural. A necessity for optimal growth was the mother's milk and so, Sicarius drank like he was chugging down beer.
"See? He's just hungry honey." The woman said, The man stood up from his hiding spot and smiled sheepishly while looking at Sicarius savagely consuming milk.
"I'm hungry too little guy, don't drink it all save some for me."
The father was a goofy man. He got smacked by the mother a second after saying that. They were an amusing pair, sadly they were not the first parents who acted like this. The first ones like this were from a distant planet thousands of years ago, the original goofy father and serious mother. These new parents were nothing but imitations.
It was truly dull to Sicarius. With each rebirth, he meets new people, and yet all new people simply remind him of those from his past lives. There was no unique soul, no one truly new, they were just copies of the ones from the past, like memories being relived.
Sicarius was sure that he would have no problem killing them along with everyone else.
What complex and absurd thoughts for a baby who's sucking milk from his mother's bosom.
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