Chapitre 391: The Throne of Balance...
"Daughter... I will ask you again... How do i connect to the light side?"
The woman's blue hair blew back a little from the force of my intent, my force powers manifesting rather strongly as my lifeforce amount was beyond everything that I knew existed within this multiverse. Her expression turned dour as her aura slowly started to 'lower' itself before my own. Levels existed between Primordials and Gods, I was higher in station thus she had no choice.
"There is one way. But it is fraught with peril and it would mean fighting an entity of your level of power..."
'An entity of my power?'
"Tell me more."
She adjusted herself and straightened out her force presence, as if straightening a coat or suit. Tossing her hair backwards, firmly ignoring the Jedi Master who was stunned by both of our proficiencies, she began speaking once again.
"In a place known as, beyond the shadows, resides a Font of Power, a Pool of Knowledge and what is known as the Throne of Balance. This place is beyond, what people call, The Maw."
She took a breath before continuing.
"The Western regions of this galaxy, of all this Multiverse's Galaxies, are no go zones. A being that was once tied deeply to my family, birthed me and my brother, resides there."
"The Mother, Abeloth."
Despite it being daytime the entire planet started to darken as some clouds that were not present before emerged. Shadows grew more ominous as writhing tentacles of force presence attempted to sneak into the cracks that existed always within reality's weave. Feeling the power, I could not easily judge whether this entity was easy for me to handle or not. My Draconic side however was wounded by the affront to what it saw as my domain... Horns grew from my head as a dragon's booming roar silently echoed through several different frequencies, striking at the coagulating shadows and casting them back into the light.
There was a lull above the planet and in space, before the daughter and even the Jedi Master sighed in relief. The daughter looked haggard and stared at me with a pleading stare.
"Please do not speak her name again... The protections placed by the creator have long since become weak. Influence grows with time, and a being such as her is immortal..."
"I will speak the bitches name if I want to! Fuck her. I'll go to her fucking home and rampage it. Arrogant fucker with her shitty fucking tendrils!"
My full influence expanded to encompass all of this Universe, squashing any attempt that Abeloth may take to see or do anything. She may have been on the same 'level' as me, but she does not have the same understanding of everything. Limited by time and space, she is no doubt weak.
"Font of Power and Pool of Knowledge huh? Sounds interesting! This throne though, does it give control over the force?"
"It is a, concept, a thought, an idea that is embodied by the artificial will of the Cosmic Force itself. A remnant of the Creator's intentions that was long since abandoned, his presence fading away to dust, his care all but lost for us."
"Right... Well, I'll go take a jaunt into this beyond shadowy place. I think I may have found a way to complete my goals pretty easily."
Her eyes widened and she took a step forwards towards me as her expression sank to that of worry and concern.
"Do not underestimate my, mother... She is extremely vengeful and will use anything to win. Her power-"
"I get it young one. Emotion in good, but confidence is better, I will be fine."
With those words and her letting go of my arm I submerged myself into the Cosmic Force, sensing for the concepts it was tied to. And like looking through Oil, it was almost opaque to view with normal senses. Vison gave very little, my nose gave a similar result... Only when I focussed on the sixth and seventh senses that I had procured from my varying eyes and concepts did I find my answers.
A shadow space that was light pink and purple, mixed with black, appeared before my mind's eye. In this place distance was all but forgotten as time was also a thing of pure imagination. Forces tumultuous cascaded temperamentally around my perspective. Searching for anything in this space felt as if I had just gone to the... Warp... In 40k...
'Holy fuck, this bitch has carved out segments of the Multiverse for her own Warp Domicile! She seriously has little fucking challenge in this Multiverse it seems!'
Angered by the 'esoteric' nature of the abstract descriptions that had been granted to me by the Daughter, I willed my physical form to coalesce within the space of pure thought and imagination. This process was not unnoticed however as all of the 'Warp' around me, the sea of souls, began to recoil and expand out like a wave. Colours shifted from darker more dooming hues to those of bright red, white and blue. One would wonder if I was patriotic for a certain past country on Terra.
What played as space within this dimension altered as the planets were all suddenly combined and placed beneath me. Looking up with all my senses, a sense of gravity given at this moment, I could see a fountain bubbling forth red water. Ornamental pillars of varying materials and states surrounded this font in a circular pattern. Pressurized areas of blurring light threaded outwards towards the tops of said pillars. Snakes of golden make coiled around the spiral engravings that lined the tops and bottoms of this circle.
Whispers crept out in my direction, the cacophony increasing in volume before I took a step forwards. All of the voices cutting out in an instant of that movement. Noise was all dampened as the presence of my footsteps were barred from perception as all there was is the fountain of pure undulating red water that drained and poured in a cyclical nature. Thoughts of arrogance and tyrannical power slipped into the crevices of my mind before it was squashed by the overbearing presence of my system and the passengers I had onboard.
'Snivelling little thing! You think images of future and past will influence me to turn to the 'dark side'? How utterly immature...'
"How about I just consume all of your power and watch you cry like the husk that you are of a concept?"
Raising my right hand the font began to crack, the realm of souls around me solidified as Reality was enforce upon the space, things returning to how they would work in the Universe outside of this dimension. The lights that were currently threads all tensed and pulled tort, their wrappings slowly breaking apart as they were swept into the radius of my aura, consumed, and incorporated with my base existence.
Hundreds of Billions of Souls flooded into me, their power flooding my entire being as every ounce of my body began to surge with unknowable vibrations. Thrumming of molecules caused my insides to become ash and then reform from said ashes, my body refining to an entirely new level... One in which my body and soul slowly began to choose Immortality in totality, over the normal process of procreation and rebirth through the realm of souls. Reincarnation was now becoming a clearer topic to me, a power beyond most others and one that could compete directly with nothingness.
All of the Font's power was held within these caged souls, which was unfortunate to anyone wishing to garner power from this place in the future. Not that I cared. Feeling the wheel of what a normal person would consider time, but what I knew to be Reincarnation a smile could not help but reach my face. This it struck me... Doctor Who underwent reincarnation all of the time, the 'Regeneration' was literally like using an AI image generator where you re-click the generate button to get a new image!
'Sneaky fuckers! No wonder they were the most powerful species in their Multiverse...!'
"Have you finished consuming the remnants of the left over power I have already accommodated?"
Turning towards the voice calmly I responded in a similar snarky tone.
"Have you finished being a slave to reality yet? Oh, wait... You are still its bitch... Sorry about that mistake...!"
A gangly limbed woman stepped to the opposite side of the fountain. Her face was beyond fucked up as her mouth crept to the bottom parts of her ears. Eyes as dark as space and as vacant as the void slithered along my features as she analysed my powers.
"Someone of my power comes to my domain, without invitation, takes power, and then has the audacity to speak back to me... It seems I am not a token of fear as I used to be... perhaps it is time-"
"Yeah, see, I would continue listening to you if I actually gave a fuck about you or your powers... But I don't! So, let's skip the bullshit, I'll fucking eat you, you'll die screaming... like a dog... and the I'll take the force for myself."
"And you know the best part?"
Her shadow was expanding to encompass the entire area behind her, the realm of souls flexing at her request.
"It won't take that much effort for me, since, well, a playboy with blonde hair and a goody-two-shoes mentality took you down in alternate version."
"We, shall, see...!"
Her voice expanded into an eerie all encompassing whisper as her form became abstract and grew to eldritch proportions. Tentacles, teeth and sinew flew from what may be considered above as the dimension around us became like playdough, malleable.
"You see, I've been wishing to truly let loose for a while and since you are here and at my same level, supposedly, how about I show you my actual power...?"
A tentacle lunged towards me at speeds past light, the fluidity of the dimension allowing for this feat easily. Spittle and gastric fluids poured from the small little hairs and suction cups of said tentacles, painting the air in the disgusting smell and sight of bodily fluids. Wind suddenly emerged and shot down towards my form as my blonde hair was flushed backwards. The pillars broke off into chunks and detritus, the monumental power behind this strike pulverising any chance for them to remain intact, even as it just slammed down towards me.
"Tsk... have a taste I guess..."
I rose my hand and met the massively powerful strike with a simple slap, striking it away into the other buildings that I now noticed were surrounding this space. Tidal waves of pressure surged off of our contact as I pulled back my right hand; the opposite to the hand I'd just used. Bringing back my left hand above my right one I began to remember hundreds of episodes based upon this one power in singular...
"KAME....!"
Power of a Multiversal Scale gathered into the palm of my hands as a spectral energy began emitting lumens. The dimension started to screech as the very emotions and souls that made up the power of this said dimension recoiled at the power of this single attack. I sucked in a massive breath, the size of a dragon's, and flexed all of the muscles throughout my body. All of the strength my body could put out was condensed into a singular point, my right hand.
"HAME..........!"
All of my muscles flexed and contracted as all of my magic and powers flexed similarly, the conduits within my body alighting like the primordial soup that was used to ignite Multiverses into existence. My pale skin glowed like a billion suns all exploding continually, looping through time, for all of what would seem like eternity.
"HA....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then, like a tort rope that was at the limit of its structural integrity every ounce of my body and power let go of force potential, physics taking the attack in its intended direction through sheer force of will and reality breaking power. All of the dimension shook and cracked as a distant throne suddenly emerged in the cracks behind the Multiverse, in the primordial nothingness of everything. The bead of light shot out with the brilliance of a quasar, it's radial effect being that of a blackhole and it's mass being equivalent to the total sum of this combined multiverse. Space was quelled, time was bent and rent before the apocalyptic light of the newly christened and claimed 'spell'.
Everything that made darkness and madness began to gather defences before Abeloth as the very laws of this place started to chip away at my power, failing to do so amidst the unimaginable quality of my will that encrusted the entirety of its construct. Blood began to drip as it flew ever upwards, distance irrelevant to it as the concept was entirely ignored...
Meanwhile, I watched below whilst eating some popcorn, a chair summoned below me with but a thought... This would be a sight to remember...
(Author: DA DA! A Cliff hanger! I'll write some more of this from now on, expect a chap tomorrow!)
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