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Chapitre 6: 06. I Choose You!

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A massive, grotesque mass of writhing tentacles squirmed endlessly in the desolate void. Countless worms, twisting and turning, coalesced to form its abhorrent body. Then, breaking the profound silence, thousands of eyes snapped open across the undulating surface. Tentacles stretched far and wide, thrashing with violent abandon. Each movement distorted the very fabric of space-time, causing cracks and ripples in the fragile structure of reality itself.

The thousands of eyes, scattered like malevolent stars, darted through the infinite blackness. Their pupils contracted, registering the void's formless expanse. Etched within each pupil was the image of a long, white serpent devouring its own tail—a timeless symbol of eternity, infinity, and inexorable Fate.

Suddenly, the chaotic thrashing slowed, then ceased entirely. The countless eyes closed in unison, only to reopen moments later with an eerie calm. They gazed into the nothingness, serene yet unsettling.

"Finally..." came a deep, resonant sigh that seemed to echo from the grotesque form itself. The wriggling mass of tentacles began to contort, worms aligning and reshaping as it took on a humanoid form. Emerging from this twisted transformation, Williams Moriarty stood amidst the void, his gaze piercing the emptiness.

In his human form, a smile curved his lips, faint yet laden with an inexplicable weight. Running a tentacle-turned-hand through his disheveled hair, he combed it back with an air of casual detachment. Then, with a sudden gesture, he clutched his face, his fingers digging into his skin as a low, rumbling laugh erupted from his throat.

The laughter spilled forth, growing louder, more unrestrained. It resonated through the void, distorting the very rules of existence. The sound traveled across the endless, lightless expanse, mocking the notion of silence in a place where no sound should ever exist.

His laughter reached the farthest corners of the infinite void before finally subsiding. Letting his arm fall limp by his side, Williams exhaled deeply. For the first time in decades, he felt refreshed—clear-headed, unburdened.

'My subscription to the Original Creator's FM has been... discontinued,' he mused with a wry smirk.

He stretched his arms wide, as if preparing to embrace the void itself. Then, with a snap of his fingers, shadows coalesced from the formless darkness around him. Monsters, born of the abyss, emerged in grotesque, twisted forms. Pointing outward, Williams commanded them to disperse, his curiosity piqued by the nature of this strange, lightless domain.

A sudden, faint whisper echoed through his mind—a voice in a tongue unknown, yet dreadfully familiar. The raving remnants of the Original Creator assaulted his psyche like a tidal wave. Grimacing, Williams clutched his head as a searing headache stabbed through his thoughts. Yet, as quickly as it came, it vanished.

He sighed, watching as his creations swam through the void, their movements primal and chaotic. With his headache fading, he stretched languidly, the boredom of his past life creeping back into his thoughts.

"Arrodes," he called, his voice reverberating softly through the emptiness. Floating idly in the void, his body sprawled in a state of relaxed indifference, he summoned his ever-loyal companion.

A voice responded almost instantly, brimming with unrestrained reverence:

"Honorable Existence, Lord of All That Is and King of All That Is Not, Master of the Infinite and the Eternal! Your humble servant, Arrodes, stands ready to serve your will. What does my Great Master require of this unworthy being?"

Williams chuckled, the sound light and genuine. "Oh, Arrodes, your flattery never ceases to amuse me. I missed this. It sounds even better now that my mind is clearer."

With a faint smile, he asked, "Tell me, Arrodes—where do you think we are?"

The voice of Arrodes faltered, tinged with a rare note of shame. "Forgive me, Great Master. Though I pride myself on being your most capable servant, I promised to be the best Butler to Great Master, it grieves me to admit that I do not know. I have failed you..."

Williams sighed, noticing Arrodes slipping into a spiral of self-recrimination. He coughed lightly, drawing his companion's attention. "Stop that. There's no need for all this apologizing. So... you don't know either?"

"Yes, Great Master," Arrodes replied meekly. "My inadequacy is inexcusable—"

"Enough." Williams cut him off, exhaling in mild exasperation. "It's fine, Arrodes. Even I, the Sequence 0 White Tower, the Pillar, and the God Almighty, have no idea where we are. And yes," he admitted, his voice softening, "I know I am weakened, barely a shadow of my former self. But what's done is done. Time will heal these wounds. What matters is that we're no longer within the Original Creator's Universe."

"You will regain your strength, Great Master," Arrodes declared, his tone resolute. "When that time comes, even this empty space will bow before your might."

A faint smile returned to Williams' face, his gaze drifting once more into the endless expanse of the void. "Perhaps," he murmured. "Perhaps."

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Nodding at the flattery, Williams continued, his voice calm yet tinged with weariness.

"Well, as of now, I only possess the full prowess of the Wheel of Fortune pathway. As for the others, I still retain fragments—some abilities from the higher Sequences—but they are mere remnants. The lower Sequence capabilities from other pathways linger faintly, like echoes of a former self. The rest? They're beyond my reach for now. I suppose losing so many worms, coupled with the damage to my Spirit Body and soul, has left me this… diminished. Who would have thought I'd be reduced to such a state?"

His words hung in the silence, the void seeming to absorb their weight. Moments passed before Williams broke the stillness again.

"Arrodes, I've been wondering… Why does my Mythical Creature form manifest as it does? A writhing mass of worms and tentacles—a grotesque black form, riddled with countless eyes. I think I know the answer, but I'd like to hear your insight. Back then, with everything as chaotic as it was, I never had the luxury to ponder such trivialities."

For a time, Arrodes remained silent, reflecting deeply. Then, with reluctant honesty, he responded:

"I have no answer for that question, Great Master. Once again, I must apologize for my inadequacy."

Williams chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"No worries, Arrodes. I was merely toying with you. From what I recall, it's due to the amalgamation of so many pillars—my subconscious shaped my Mythical Creature form. Naturally, the Wheel of Fortune pathway influenced it to some degree."

He leaned back into the void, as though reclining on an invisible throne. A faint smirk played on his lips.

"Now, it's your turn, Arrodes. I've asked three questions; it's only fair you ask yours."

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Williams felt a rare clarity within himself. His thoughts, so often muddled and distorted, now flowed freely. It was as though the haze that had enveloped his mind for so long—the weight of ravings, the fog of fractured intelligence—had finally lifted.

A mirror materialized before him, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly sheen, linked to his soul. Arrodes' voice echoed from within:

"Great Master, are you disappointed in me?"

A soft smile tugged at Williams' lips. "No."

The answer seemed to uplift Arrodes, who hesitated for only a moment before continuing.

"What do you think of me, Great Master?"

Feigning a thoughtful expression, Williams replied, "My most loyal aide… Well, my only companion in this existence."

The mirror quivered faintly, as though brimming with emotion. Buoyed by his master's words, Arrodes posed his final question.

"Will you ever abandon me, Great Master?"

Williams shook his head.

"No. You've been invaluable, Arrodes. From approaching Klein on my orders to orchestrating events so I could sweep in and claim the spoils, your efforts have been instrumental in my journey. But tell me, Arrodes… why did you choose me? I understand that Klein was destined to become the next Lord of Mysteries, and Adam sought the mantle of God Almighty. So why me?"

The mirror shimmered, and Arrodes' voice danced around Williams, soft yet brimming with conviction.

"Great Master, the body you now inhabit was dead—lifeless, abandoned. Yet, in that stillness, I felt the change. The threads of Fate twisted and warped as countless Great Old Ones cast their gaze upon Earth, seeking to corrupt and influence you.

Even before you consumed the uniqueness of the Monster pathway, Great Master, you were already touched by the corruption of the Cosmos. And yet, you endured. The taint of the Great Old Ones, the whispers of the Cosmos, even the slumbering will of the Original Creator within you—none of it consumed you.

For many, simply gazing upon your divine form was enough to awaken the Will of the Original Creator within them. It was their weakness but your strength, the resonance of the Creator's power, that forced even the greatest beings to retreat in fear of the convergence.

Even the Great Old Ones, dared not linger. The Gods of Earth were no exception. Those who peered into your form—be they Sequence 0s or higher—felt the pull of the Original Creator, their minds consumed by His will. They who had resisted the ravings of the Celestial Worthy and the Primordial One faltered before the convergence within you.

The Will of the Original Creator and his convergence, that which caused the fall of the Celestial Worthy and Primordial One.

And yet, you, Great Master, stood firm. The Will of the Original Creator resonates within you, threatening to awaken, but you remain unaffected. You have done what none before you could—leashing the Creator's will, holding it at bay. That, Great Master, is why I chose you. The Seven Lights, the Spirit World and every other Worlds bowed to you."

Williams remained silent, Arrodes' words echoing in his mind. Finally, he asked, his tone even,

"What about you? Did you ever try to discern me? And when did you first uncover this… truth?"

Arrodes swirled around his master, his voice growing lighter, almost cheerful.

"It was during your battle with the successor of the Celestial Worthy. I consulted the Seven Great Lights, who had gathered to witness the clash. To most, Klein was destined to inherit the mantle of Lord of Mysteries, and Adam sought to become the new God Almighty. But you, Great Master, are the successor to the Original Creator Himself.

Even I dare not gaze at your Divine Form, I bow before the Great Master.

What they experienced during that battle was but a fraction of the Will of the Creator that you endure daily. They were fragile, drawn to you as moths to a flame. And just as they could not escape your pull, neither could I. The convergence of the Creator's will binds all to you, Great Master. Even the Great Old Ones who fled the Earth could not escape—they returned, as all must."

Arrodes' words lingered in the stillness, oblivious to the bomb he had dropped, yet spoke as of consoling his master. But Williams, lost in thought, his pride hurt, pondered the implications of his companion's revelations.

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Williams was left adrift in thought.

'So… it wasn't me who defeated them. I was certain it was my power that corrupted them. Has my so-called Omniscience failed me?

Is my Omniscience, not truly Omniscient.'

His mind spiraled with self-doubt. 'Does my Omniscience falter when confronted with the Original Creator? Is that how the Primordial One fell despite their supposed all-knowing foresight?'

A hollow sigh escaped his lips as the realization settled.

'It wasn't my wits that vanquished them but the will of the Original Creator, who fought as my proxy. Am I truly not the One? I had believed myself greater than Amon, Adam, and Klein. Was it all just an illusion? A fleeting dream? I even grabbed a monocle to scare Klein. Though it's another matter that I liked it, which is why, I still use it.'

He stretched his arms wide and sprawled on his back, the weight of disillusionment pressing down. Memories of his battles surfaced unbidden, swirling like distant storms in the recesses of his mind. He thought back to his clash with Klein—a fight that, in retrospect, now felt surreal.

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It had begun with a dramatic collision. Williams had hurled a Sefirot against the Sefirah Castle, shaking its very foundations and awakening Klein from his slumber. Amidst the chaos of the impact, Williams sought to slip into the castle, his eyes set on Klein. But Klein, ever resourceful, exploited an error in Williams' leap, redirecting him toward the Cosmos.

In his mind's eye, Williams replayed the scene with vivid clarity, the memory painting itself anew.

He imagined himself halfway inside the Sefirah Castle, his coat fluttering in the cosmic winds as he stretched his hands back. With deliberate precision, he reached to his belt, retrieving a strange ball, and flung it forward with unparalleled conviction.

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Williams smirked, his voice resounding with absolute authority.

"Original Creator, I choose you."

Not to be outdone, Klein, trailing just behind, hurled his own strange ball.

"Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth, it's your turn. Go for it!"

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**The End**

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Chapitre 7: 07. The Birth of A Half-God

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Snapping out of the daydream, Williams blinked and straightened, now seated cross-legged in the Void. Arrodes floated beside him in silent companionship. Propping his right elbow on his knee and resting his chin on his palm, he let out a bemused chuckle.

'Did we… Did we just have a Pokémon battle?'

A spark of inspiration lit up his gaze, and he found himself drawing parallels.

'If the Original Creator is akin to Arceus—the Creator of all—and the Lord of Mysteries, the master of space and time, is that not the recreation of the battle where Arceus fought against Dialga, and Palkia?'

A soft sigh escaped his lips, this time tinted with bitter amusement.

'So, it wasn't my so-called prowess after all. I've been striding through this universe with not one, but two cheats—the Miracle of my transmigration and the Will of the Original Creator. Now that I've lost the Miracle, the fragments of the Creator's Will within the Beyonder Characteristics and Uniqueness I house remain. It seems I've been waltzing with cheat, perhaps, I am not that smart after all.'

Testing using his various prowess from all pathways, he stopped.

He tried once more to activate his Omniscient eye, hoping to peer into the Void and unravel its secrets. The attempt was met with immediate resistance—a sharp, pulsing headache that clouded his thoughts. The ravings clawed at the edges of his mind, not enough to overwhelm him but enough to leave him battered and drained. A fatal flaw, when in battle.

'This is quite the predicament,' he mused, closing his eyes to steady himself. 'The ravings grow louder and more chaotic whenever I tap into the pathways of God Almighty or the Lord of Mysteries. Even though the Will of the Original Creator is weakened, the remnants of the Primordial One and Celestial Worthy's Wills clash incessantly. Housing them together in my form is clouding my consciousness.'

He sighed deeply, the weight of his revelations pressing down like a storm cloud.

'I am not truly the successor of the Original Creator, as Arrodes believes. Cleansing the remnants of the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty may be possible, but the Original Creator's Will? That is beyond me. The Law of Convergence is absolute. Unless I gather every fragment of what once was the Original Creator and fully converge them—an act that would destroy the universe itself—there is no escaping this fate.'

Williams gazed into the infinite expanse of the Void, watching as his monsters explored its vast emptiness. A faint thought bubbled to the surface of his mind.

'Is there no other choice but to separate some of the pathways? Each time I use a pathway other than Monster, I hear whispers in a tongue I cannot comprehend. While those whispers are manageable, the chaos within the God Almighty and Lord of Mysteries pathways is far worse. Will I need to abandon one of them?'

Tilting his head back, he stared into the featureless Void above. Then, a new idea struck him, one that made his eyes gleam with faint hope.

'The problem lies in the pillars. What if I were to separate just one pathway? A single incomplete pillar would reduce the convergence effects without compromising the entire structure.'

He nodded slowly, the thought gaining traction.

'Yes, it's like cutting off a festering hand to save the rest of the body. It's far from ideal, but it would ensure survival. Even without the Miracle, I cannot afford to gamble recklessly anymore. Besides, possessing so many abilities has left me paralyzed with options. Perhaps the Son of Chaos was right after all.'

As he watched Arrodes swirl beside him, Williams sighed again.

'The Will of the CW and GA are bearable. I have experienced it. With my training from the Original Creator, they are nothing. Yet, the Original Creator refuses to leave me. Seeing as there are more pathways, that turns the Beyonder into woman than the other way around. Was the Original Creator, a woman? That would explain this yandere tendencies.'

Williams sighed, as his hand brushed against his hair, combing them to the back. 'She must really love me!' he smirked.

'Anyway, I must adapt. Survival is a must. Still, I don't know why? But, I, suddenly remembered, Amanises. Of when, I, invaded her Divine Kingdom.'

A smile tugged at his lips.

'Well, it might have been a nightmare for her. The Lady of Misfortune and the one who symbolises Nightmare, to experience a nightmare.'

A sigh escaped his lips, as he smiled.

'Well, I did shout, 'Daddy's Home', before I put her in her eternal sleep. To die, was her fate. My ideals, misplaced. Exacting my revenge over the Orthodox Churches, for they burned my home in this World. Where the parents of this Body sacrificed their life to save mine.'

'The least, I could do was, avenge them. May be, it was the convergence after all. The force that pushed me to fight them. Bathing Aucuses, the Eternal Blazing Sun in darkness and drowning Leodero, the Lord of Storms in the Cosmos. May be, it was a bit of both.'

Nodding at his conclusion, he put the thought to back of his head.

His gaze lingered on the infinite Void ahead, his resolve hardening as the echoes of his thoughts faded into the stillness.

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With his decision made, Williams resolved not to risk his life any further. Weakened as he was, the idea of battling the fragments of the Will of the Original Creator, God Almighty, or the Celestial Worthy was sheer folly. Despite his strong mental fortitude, he remained an anomaly in a Beyonder world—a realm saturated with magic and mysticism.

Before his transmigration, he had been an ordinary human. To expect himself to compete against ancient monsters, beings that had endured since the dawn of time, was asking too much. He had neither their experience nor their cosmic might.

Those ancient entities were beyond comprehension, far too overwhelming for someone like him. While the Wills of the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty were manageable, thanks to his rigorous training under the Original Creator, the Creator's own Will was a different beast altogether. It was a force so immense that even the likes of the Celestial Worthy and Primordial One had succumbed to its immutable law of Convergence. Williams had no desire to test his luck against it.

His mind made up, he turned his thoughts to the next step: deciding which pathway to separate. The choice was far from easy.

'Which pathway will it be?' He mused, furrowing his brow. 'Definitely not one of the Lord of Mysteries' pillars—that's out of the question. That leaves God Almighty…'

His thoughts deepened as he evaluated each pathway.

'The Hanged Man is undeniably useful… but the Visionary Pathway? It is probably the most dangerous pathway of the GA Pillar. It's clearly off the table. As for Sun, Tyrant, and White Tower… They're all powerful in their own ways. Being the Sun God sounds magnificent, and playing the role of a Tyrant is the dream. But the White Tower… it offers Omniscience. Flawed though it is, it's a tool I cannot easily overlook.'

His gaze shifted to Arrodes, the sentient mirror hovering nearby, as he continued to deliberate.

'Doesn't Arrodes already possess Tyrant and White Tower-related abilities? This complicates things. The truth is, I don't want to part with any of my pathways. They are all pieces of me now. But… if I wish to escape this Void, to move beyond it and perhaps to another universe, will my Omniscience even work there?'

The question lingered in his mind.

'Better yet, will the power of the Beyonders or the remnants of the Original Creator function in other universes? I can only hope. It's better to try and find out than remain trapped in this endless Void. Since these powers work here, in this strange, Void, there's a chance they might work wherever I go.'

Convinced by his reasoning, Williams exhaled deeply and turned to Arrodes with a faint smile.

"Arrodes, rejoice," he declared, his voice steady but laced with finality.

The sentient mirror shimmered in response, a question mark materializing across its reflective surface. Arrodes remained silent, uncertain yet curious.

Without another word, Williams stretched his arms wide, his fingers clawing into his own chest. With a sickening sound, he tore into himself, plunging his hand into the depths of his being. Blood spattered across the Void as he pulled forth a gleaming Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristic and the Uniqueness of the White Tower pathway. He wasn't done. Reaching deeper, his other hand emerged clutching a Sequence 1 Characteristic of the Tyrant pathway.

A choked gasp escaped his lips as more blood poured from the gaping hole in his chest. Countless maggots squirmed and writhed within the wound, their movements unnatural and grotesque. His skin began to peel away in large, sickening strips, revealing a writhing mass of blackness beneath. Eyes—countless, unblinking eyes—snapped open across his body, each glistening with an eerie light.

The pain was excruciating, rivaling the agony he'd experienced when he absorbed all the Beyonder Characteristics of Earth through Son of Chaos. Yet, Williams endured it, his expression remaining composed even as he floated in the Void, arms spread wide like a fallen awaiting absolution.

"Arrodes," he called, his voice hoarse yet resonant, "for your unwavering loyalty and service to me, I have decided to bestow upon you the highest honor. I will make you into a Great Old One."

Arrodes shimmered violently, trembling with a mixture of disbelief and euphoria. Williams' words echoed across the Void, filled with solemnity and conviction.

The mirror began to glow faintly, its surface rippling as if brimming with energy yet to be unleashed. Arrodes, though ever the faithful servant, was still an enigma. Now, however, it stood on the precipice of transformation—a destiny that would forever alter its essence.

Williams, meanwhile, lay suspended in the Void, battered but resolute. Despite the grotesque injuries that marred his form, his eyes burned with determination. He had made his choice, and now, there was no turning back.

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Staring into the Void, Williams watched as Arrodes ascended to the ranks of the Great Old One, A Half-God to accommodate different pathways.

The transformation was a spectacle, a symphony of power and rebirth. He had performed a miracle, allowing Arrodes to house the Uniqueness and a Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristic of the White Tower pathway, along with a Sequence 1 of the Tyrant pathway.

'Well,' Williams mused, his thoughts drifting, 'I still have two Sequence 1 Characteristics from the White Tower and Tyrant pathways left. Not to forget the Uniqueness of the Tyrant pathway. And if the need arises…'

His gaze lowered to the gaping hole in his chest, where maggot-like tendrils squirmed, pulsating as they sealed the wound. His focus passed through the writhing mass to the amalgamation of fragmented Sefirots, fraction of what was left of them, before he hurled them together to create a gateway, to the Void. The amalgamation of the parts of them, still housed within him.

He smirked, yet his eyes, void of all emotions.

'I can always envision them once more.'

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Williams Moriarty stood with patience, his posture calm and composed as Arrodes completed his ascension. Freed from the oppressive Will of the Primordial One, he snapped his fingers.

Before him, Arrodes shed his former form, the reflective surface of the mirror melting away like molten silver. What emerged was a white, specter-like entity, radiating brilliance and authority. Its ethereal lips parted, and a voice filled with profound resonance announced its birth:

"Eyes That Watch Everything,

The White Light That Encompasses the Seven Lights,

The Mirror That Houses All Knowledge and Wisdom,

The Omniscient One Who Serves the Primordial Lord."

A satisfied smile tugged at Williams' lips as he nodded, acknowledging Arrodes' new existence.

Turning to his right, he smirked, a flicker of pride flashing across his eyes. He brushed his pants with one hand and reached into his coat pocket with the other, retrieving a monocle. Placing it over his right eye with a practiced motion, he reflected,

What if it was the Original Creator who killed them? Strong as they were, wise as they were, it is I who stand here in this Void now. They, for all their might, lie forgotten by the passage of time.'

Without further hesitation, Williams made a decisive move, swimming through the Void with effortless grace. Monsters that had left their nests drifted aimlessly, lost yet faintly hopeful at the sight of him. They had slowly, dissappointed from the Void.

In the infinite expanse of nothingness, cracks began to spiderweb across the Void. These fissures, glowing faintly with an otherworldly hue, hummed with the energy of possibility. Each crack served as a portal, connecting to a different universe.

Williams' attention sharpened as he noticed one of his lost monsters being sucked into a crack. A surge of hope ignited within him. He swam toward the closing rift, his movement a voracious maelstrom that bent the lawless Void with his very presence.

Reaching the closing fissure, Williams acted with unmatched ferocity. His very existence seemed to warp the Void, forcing the crack open with sheer willpower. He transformed into a vortex of information, hurling himself through the stretched-out crack.

The transition was cataclysmic. The force of a thousand Big Bangs, threatened to erupt against his body, a violent maelstrom of creation and destruction. The Crack, distorted by his passage, threatened to unravel the universe it led to, along with countless adjacent universes.

And yet, Williams smirked.

His body twisted grotesquely, skin peeling away in long, curling strips. Maggots erupted from his flesh, their writhing forms sprouting countless eyes. Worms with gargantuan, unblinking orbs emerged from his limbs, tentacles coiling and writhing. His form contorted into that of a colossal white serpent devouring its own tail, a symbol of infinity, of death and rebirth.

In this form, he cast himself forward, he cast himself to reincarnate.

With his dissappearence, the chaotic forces within the crack began to settle. The fissure closed with a final shudder, repairing itself and restoring the Void to its previous stillness. The universe beyond the crack stabilized, its destruction averted in the final moment.

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The Void, left behind, resumed its silent eternity. Nothingness reclaimed its dominion, as if nothing had ever disturbed it.

Unaware of the true nature of the Void, Williams—now the The Primordial Lord—escaped its grasp. Little did he realize that his existence in this timeless emptiness was the result of the last vestiges of a Miracle. It was this Miracle that had fought against the Will of the Original Creator, carving out a space for him in the Void beyond the Omniverse.

And so, the Primordial Lord vanished, leaving the Void as it always was: endless, boundless, and indifferent.

His Miracles last feat, was to allow him to exist in the Nothingness of the Void. Where, none exist.

The End of All, Omnipotence, Omniscience and Omnipresence.

The Nothingness returned to the Void.

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**The End**

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