227. ”Mark my words.”
Arima dived inside the boundless ocean and propelled his body through the water. His group followed him and he continued to go deeper without stopping. When he couldn't see the surface of his soul realm anymore, Arima stopped. He looked up and saw the illusion of a sun illuminating this dark ocean.
"This will be the center of the formation," he said and bubbles came out of his mouth. In that water, even without being a powerful being, you would be able to breathe and speak.
"What is that formation going to be?" Layla asked and Arima threw a sort of stone tablet to her. She looked at it and tilted her head. There were multiple dots carved on it and some were bigger than others. The whole thing seemed to make an intricate pattern. "What’s this?"
"The map," Arima responded. "Each dot represents a star. We will arrange the actual stars we have as they are depicted on that map. Also, the size of the dots defines the size of the star which will be used. For example, the dot in the center of that formation is the biggest. So, the star I'll use is the biggest out of those you collected."
Arima waved his hand and wisp of energy came out of his palm. It went through the water like a torpedo then burst into a large discharge of light far away. After a few seconds, the light was consumed by something else. A burning mass took its place. It definitely was a star and even if it was submerged underwater, there wasn't any reaction.
Layla gazed at the giant star and Night shrugged. "So, you're asking us to position stars as it's told on this map?"
"Yes, I'll give you access to my dimensional storage, you just have to take it out," Arima said and Karma caught on something.
"Wait a second… you're not going to do it with us?" She inquired and Arima smiled innocently.
"Nope."
"Huh?" Everyone exclaimed. "Hey, what are you saying? If the scale you put on this map is exact, it will take us days to finish," Night's expression sunk. "And that's only if we assume that you'll do it too. I'll remember you that we can't teleport in here."
Arima sighed. "Listen, I have something else to do. I can't help it. I'll change the flow of time here, when I come back, it should be over."
"You can do the opposite too! Don't you dare-!" Before Night could finish his sentence, Arima departed at a speed which even he couldn't follow. His eyes twitched and he rubbed his face. He growled and for a moment, it felt like a full-sized dragon was in his place.
"Let's begin… we have a lot to do," he uttered and memorized the map of the formation before leaving in one direction.
Karma wryly smiled and went in the opposite direction. Layla gazed at the map she had in his hands and looked up. She squinted her eyes and activated her Unblinking Eyes. She was expecting to see where Arima had gone but she surprisingly got nothing. But she was sure that Arima was still in his soul realm.
‘If that's the case… where did he go?’ She mused and went toward another section of the formation they were building.
***
Arima kept swimming upward at an incredible speed. Even his own companions wouldn't be able to see his figure at that point. But he still continued to go up. This ocean first seemed to be endless but he seemed to be looking for something, or to exact, he wanted to reach a certain place.
After hours of movement, which could be converted into a distance far exceeding millions of miles, Arima finally resurfaced. His eyes glowed and the water on him immediately turned into vapor.
The place he resurfaced at wasn't like anything you could expect. If you anticipated seeing a clear blue sky or the beautiful horizon over the sea, you would be extremely disappointed. But also, very lost. The place Arima arrived in was a cave. Just a small cave. There wasn't much water too. At best, it was as big as a pond.
In that cave, there was just a small platform on which you could stand and a simple door on the wall. Arima stepped on that small area of firm ground and approached the door. He breathed in and put his hand on the knob. He twisted it and opened the door wide.
He didn't move an inch afterward. After all, the room he had just opened was incredibly small and narrow. And the only thing inside was a human-sized monster made of blood. It was chained to the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.
The monster opened its eyes and looked at Arima with its four pupils. The agglomerate of blood changed shape to something more resembling a human and a mouth was formed on its face.
"You came to me, huh? Do you maybe want something?"
"Not really. It's just as I thought," Arima sharply observed the creature in front of him. "Ahura was mistaken. It's not that I lost my memories from the past. You made it so that I wouldn't get your memories and you would be able to survive as a pseudo-entity inside me. You're indeed quite sly, Angra Mainyu."
The Demonic Spirit laughed. "I am you. You are still my reincarnation. I'm just a remnant of the past," he stopped laughing and gazed at Arima. "What do you seek from me?"
"Give me what you're still keeping."
Angra fell silent and closed his eyes. Only his mouth was left and for some reason, it took the entirety of his face. "So you want me to die completely and give everything to you?"
"Indeed."
"You want to become Angra Mainyu?"
"No," Arima abruptly retorted. "I won't become Angra Mainyu. I am him already, aren't I? What's the point of becoming something you already are?" He snorted. "In fact, I don't care about that name. In this life, I'm Arimane, or the 'Kind Demon', as they like to call me."
Angra moved a little and the chains shook. "Then what is your goal exactly?"
"You are a power I detain and one that I don't plan to waste," Arima coldly said and the blood monster laughed again.
"Would you dare to use the power of true evil?"
"What are you talking about?" Arima scoffed. "Evil? Do you think that I'm obliged to consider that every time I use my strength? I admit that there are many uses of magic that can be considered taboo. But there's absolutely no moral restriction when it concerns the source. In the end, that's how you use it that will make it evil or good. Don't tell me that an ancient being like you doesn't even know about this kind of truth which even a kid could tell by looking at some random quotes on the internet?"
Angra cackled. "Perhaps. I'm a pretty narrow-minded individual; I completely assume," he raised his arms. "Fine! I intended to give this power to you anyway. I have nothing to do in this world anymore. Even Ahura already has given everything to the next generation. It's time that I do the same," he seemed rather disappointed.
"Seriously though…" His voice lowered and he started trembling oddly. "No matter how many times I tried; I couldn't get the control of your body. Heck! Even from the time you were an infant, I was already trying to overtake you! But seriously, what the hell?! You were a baby! Can you explain to me why I couldn't beat a baby and take over his mind?!" He snapped. He seemed to be really tormented and shocked about it to the point it looked comical.
Arima looked away. It sounded quite tough actually.
"And the worst thing out all of this is that each time I failed, your subconscious and soul would push me back even more. It confined me until I was chained in this freaking place! How's that possible, huh?! You were supposed to be the perfect vessel for me! Since when a simple human has enough mental and soul power to drive off an Ancient Spirit like me?!"
"Okay, I get it," Arima shook his head. "I'm sorry but it's your fault for trying to be reborn like that."
Angra clicked his tongue. "Whatever, get the hell out. The moment you leave, I'll disappear forever and you'll get what you want. I'm tired of this shit."
Arima wordlessly turned around and put a foot in the water.
"I’ll give you one last warning," Angra raised his voice and Arima halted. "You'll receive my memories soon but there's something you won't inherit. And that thing is any information about the Creators."
Arima raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder.
"I don't know much myself why. But the Laws will erase that kind of information the moment it leaves me. Maybe the Creators wanted to reduce to the maximum the number of people knowing about their existence."
"In any case, if you want to defeat those abominations, my power will be far from enough. I know you also want to use the essence of Realities but it's uncertain. I tried to rebel against them but I never actually met them. However, along with Ahura, I am one of the oldest beings, even in all Realities. So, at least, I know one thing," Angra declared and paused.
"The Creators are not omniscient and omnipotent powerhouses. They were also not the ones who created the world you know in general. Well, they're indeed capable of giving birth to mortals as easily as breathing and certainly have the power to create and destroy Realities. They also can manipulate Laws."
"But they are not the ones who made them. They're incapable of creating Laws or even modify them. They are also unable to directly manipulate mortals. Basically, they are just some sort of administrators who can see the code and purge it if necessary but aren’t the ones who made it nor can they change it."
Arima turned around. "What do you want to say? That there's something above?"
Angra laughed. "There's always something above. That is another truth. There are things above the Creators and even more after that too. We're just weak and small. It's impossible. Mark my words. No matter how strong you are, even if you think that you're a true God who gave life to the world, it's inconceivable to not have something above you."
"What I'm telling is just this;" Angra stood up and pulled on the chains. "You are not fighting the apex. So, don't do it with that mindset. That's the only way you'll beat them," Angra pushed Arima and made him fall in the water.
"This is my warning and my advice. Good luck. Convey my greetings to my sister… freaking human who tortured me for years…" He cursed under his breath at the end.
Arima heard those fading words and snickered.
227. ”Mark my words.”
Arima dived inside the boundless ocean and propelled his body through the water. His group followed him and he continued to go deeper without stopping. When he couldn't see the surface of his soul realm anymore, Arima stopped. He looked up and saw the illusion of a sun illuminating this dark ocean.
"This will be the center of the formation," he said and bubbles came out of his mouth. In that water, even without being a powerful being, you would be able to breathe and speak.
"What is that formation going to be?" Layla asked and Arima threw a sort of stone tablet to her. She looked at it and tilted her head. There were multiple dots carved on it and some were bigger than others. The whole thing seemed to make an intricate pattern. "What’s this?"
"The map," Arima responded. "Each dot represents a star. We will arrange the actual stars we have as they are depicted on that map. Also, the size of the dots defines the size of the star which will be used. For example, the dot in the center of that formation is the biggest. So, the star I'll use is the biggest out of those you collected."
Arima waved his hand and wisp of energy came out of his palm. It went through the water like a torpedo then burst into a large discharge of light far away. After a few seconds, the light was consumed by something else. A burning mass took its place. It definitely was a star and even if it was submerged underwater, there wasn't any reaction.
Layla gazed at the giant star and Night shrugged. "So, you're asking us to position stars as it's told on this map?"
"Yes, I'll give you access to my dimensional storage, you just have to take it out," Arima said and Karma caught on something.
"Wait a second… you're not going to do it with us?" She inquired and Arima smiled innocently.
"Nope."
"Huh?" Everyone exclaimed. "Hey, what are you saying? If the scale you put on this map is exact, it will take us days to finish," Night's expression sunk. "And that's only if we assume that you'll do it too. I'll remember you that we can't teleport in here."
Arima sighed. "Listen, I have something else to do. I can't help it. I'll change the flow of time here, when I come back, it should be over."
"You can do the opposite too! Don't you dare-!" Before Night could finish his sentence, Arima departed at a speed which even he couldn't follow. His eyes twitched and he rubbed his face. He growled and for a moment, it felt like a full-sized dragon was in his place.
"Let's begin… we have a lot to do," he uttered and memorized the map of the formation before leaving in one direction.
Karma wryly smiled and went in the opposite direction. Layla gazed at the map she had in his hands and looked up. She squinted her eyes and activated her Unblinking Eyes. She was expecting to see where Arima had gone but she surprisingly got nothing. But she was sure that Arima was still in his soul realm.
‘If that's the case… where did he go?’ She mused and went toward another section of the formation they were building.
***
Arima kept swimming upward at an incredible speed. Even his own companions wouldn't be able to see his figure at that point. But he still continued to go up. This ocean first seemed to be endless but he seemed to be looking for something, or to exact, he wanted to reach a certain place.
After hours of movement, which could be converted into a distance far exceeding millions of miles, Arima finally resurfaced. His eyes glowed and the water on him immediately turned into vapor.
The place he resurfaced at wasn't like anything you could expect. If you anticipated seeing a clear blue sky or the beautiful horizon over the sea, you would be extremely disappointed. But also, very lost. The place Arima arrived in was a cave. Just a small cave. There wasn't much water too. At best, it was as big as a pond.
In that cave, there was just a small platform on which you could stand and a simple door on the wall. Arima stepped on that small area of firm ground and approached the door. He breathed in and put his hand on the knob. He twisted it and opened the door wide.
He didn't move an inch afterward. After all, the room he had just opened was incredibly small and narrow. And the only thing inside was a human-sized monster made of blood. It was chained to the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.
The monster opened its eyes and looked at Arima with its four pupils. The agglomerate of blood changed shape to something more resembling a human and a mouth was formed on its face.
"You came to me, huh? Do you maybe want something?"
"Not really. It's just as I thought," Arima sharply observed the creature in front of him. "Ahura was mistaken. It's not that I lost my memories from the past. You made it so that I wouldn't get your memories and you would be able to survive as a pseudo-entity inside me. You're indeed quite sly, Angra Mainyu."
The Demonic Spirit laughed. "I am you. You are still my reincarnation. I'm just a remnant of the past," he stopped laughing and gazed at Arima. "What do you seek from me?"
"Give me what you're still keeping."
Angra fell silent and closed his eyes. Only his mouth was left and for some reason, it took the entirety of his face. "So you want me to die completely and give everything to you?"
"Indeed."
"You want to become Angra Mainyu?"
"No," Arima abruptly retorted. "I won't become Angra Mainyu. I am him already, aren't I? What's the point of becoming something you already are?" He snorted. "In fact, I don't care about that name. In this life, I'm Arimane, or the 'Kind Demon', as they like to call me."
Angra moved a little and the chains shook. "Then what is your goal exactly?"
"You are a power I detain and one that I don't plan to waste," Arima coldly said and the blood monster laughed again.
"Would you dare to use the power of true evil?"
"What are you talking about?" Arima scoffed. "Evil? Do you think that I'm obliged to consider that every time I use my strength? I admit that there are many uses of magic that can be considered taboo. But there's absolutely no moral restriction when it concerns the source. In the end, that's how you use it that will make it evil or good. Don't tell me that an ancient being like you doesn't even know about this kind of truth which even a kid could tell by looking at some random quotes on the internet?"
Angra cackled. "Perhaps. I'm a pretty narrow-minded individual; I completely assume," he raised his arms. "Fine! I intended to give this power to you anyway. I have nothing to do in this world anymore. Even Ahura already has given everything to the next generation. It's time that I do the same," he seemed rather disappointed.
"Seriously though…" His voice lowered and he started trembling oddly. "No matter how many times I tried; I couldn't get the control of your body. Heck! Even from the time you were an infant, I was already trying to overtake you! But seriously, what the hell?! You were a baby! Can you explain to me why I couldn't beat a baby and take over his mind?!" He snapped. He seemed to be really tormented and shocked about it to the point it looked comical.
Arima looked away. It sounded quite tough actually.
"And the worst thing out all of this is that each time I failed, your subconscious and soul would push me back even more. It confined me until I was chained in this freaking place! How's that possible, huh?! You were supposed to be the perfect vessel for me! Since when a simple human has enough mental and soul power to drive off an Ancient Spirit like me?!"
"Okay, I get it," Arima shook his head. "I'm sorry but it's your fault for trying to be reborn like that."
Angra clicked his tongue. "Whatever, get the hell out. The moment you leave, I'll disappear forever and you'll get what you want. I'm tired of this shit."
Arima wordlessly turned around and put a foot in the water.
"I’ll give you one last warning," Angra raised his voice and Arima halted. "You'll receive my memories soon but there's something you won't inherit. And that thing is any information about the Creators."
Arima raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder.
"I don't know much myself why. But the Laws will erase that kind of information the moment it leaves me. Maybe the Creators wanted to reduce to the maximum the number of people knowing about their existence."
"In any case, if you want to defeat those abominations, my power will be far from enough. I know you also want to use the essence of Realities but it's uncertain. I tried to rebel against them but I never actually met them. However, along with Ahura, I am one of the oldest beings, even in all Realities. So, at least, I know one thing," Angra declared and paused.
"The Creators are not omniscient and omnipotent powerhouses. They were also not the ones who created the world you know in general. Well, they're indeed capable of giving birth to mortals as easily as breathing and certainly have the power to create and destroy Realities. They also can manipulate Laws."
"But they are not the ones who made them. They're incapable of creating Laws or even modify them. They are also unable to directly manipulate mortals. Basically, they are just some sort of administrators who can see the code and purge it if necessary but aren’t the ones who made it nor can they change it."
Arima turned around. "What do you want to say? That there's something above?"
Angra laughed. "There's always something above. That is another truth. There are things above the Creators and even more after that too. We're just weak and small. It's impossible. Mark my words. No matter how strong you are, even if you think that you're a true God who gave life to the world, it's inconceivable to not have something above you."
"What I'm telling is just this;" Angra stood up and pulled on the chains. "You are not fighting the apex. So, don't do it with that mindset. That's the only way you'll beat them," Angra pushed Arima and made him fall in the water.
"This is my warning and my advice. Good luck. Convey my greetings to my sister… freaking human who tortured me for years…" He cursed under his breath at the end.
Arima heard those fading words and snickered.
