The Primordial Record

Chapter 1090: Corrupting Influence

Chapter 1090:  Corrupting Influence

The eyes of Jerediah unexpectedly snapped open. Due to the state of time-dilation they were experiencing, the force of opening his eyes so quickly shredded the top part of his face leaving his two bloody eyeballs loosely held in place by small strings of flesh and bones staring at Rowan with madness.

His mouth cracked open and he began to speak, every word shredded his face to pieces, and a red haze burned the air due to the incredible friction experienced as Jerediah's weak flesh pushed against the molecules in the air that were harder than Adamantite at this time dilation level, but the mad will in his eyes showed he was not even aware or did not care that pushing himself to such a level was destroying his flesh,

"So it's you," Jerediah rasped, his throat exploding into ribbons, "My god and Creator. Shame, I thought you would be taller."

Jerediah turned and looked at all the Blood Bound and chuckled darkly, "I don't have much time left, I have always imagined what I would say when I stood before my maker. When I was young I forced myself to pray. There has always been a god-shaped hole in my heart, waiting to be filled. I needed answers, why was I born this way, why was I cursed… so many whys it could fill an ocean… but now looking at you, I have my answer."

Rowan slowly cocked his head to the side, "What is your answer?"

Jerediah smiled and on his features, it was a thing of nightmares, "There is none, I live, I die, everything that happens or exists has no purpose, not for the weak, we don't choose our fate, it chooses us. I regret nothing, and at the end of my life, I shall be yours."

Rowan stepped back from Jerediah whose body had begun to rapidly crumble to pieces, his reaction speed was catching up to that of Rowan, shattering his flesh to nothingness, and this was no surprise, for on the day Jerediah met that shadow, it left a piece of itself inside of him. The shadow intended to bury the last of Rowan's consciousness but it would have never imagined that a piece of Rowan was now aware.

Jerediah was never an Ascendant, even that was a lie, there was no way the World Will would allow Rowan's power to become integrated with its own.

What Jerediah displayed to the Blood Slaves was nothing but borrowed power, and when he shed his skin and showed the guise of an Ascendant, it was only the piece of the shadow lurking inside him that others saw and they were deceived, thinking Jerediah now had the body of an Ascendant, and with this deceit, the Resistance had crumbled.

Inside his crumbling chest, two large red eyes were revealed, and Rowan saw the familiarity in those eyes, he knew those eyes, although the last time he saw them, they had a different shape, he could not win this fight, not against what was coming, but he did not need to fight in order to win,

"Banish him," he commanded the Chaos Door, who swallowed in hesitation before he expanded his size and, opening his mouth wide, swallowed Jerediah.

The Chaos Door grimaced, and he dry heaved multiple times on the verge of vomit, but with a force of will he forced the content he had just swallowed deep inside his body where the black light that was beginning to shine through his throat vanished, he sighed in relief before he spat out in intense disgust,

"Blargh!! That is the most disgusting thing that I have ever placed in my mouth, and I have eaten a planet made from Demon's shit! Do you know how nasty a Demon's shit is? Imagine a planet made of it after countless eons of accumulation and I have eaten that shit, yet this is a million times worse… Aarhhh, I can taste it on my soul, what the fuck did you make me eat Rowan, I will not be doing…"

The eyes of the Chaos Door began to widen and he turned his head around in shock.

The shape of the Chaos Door was distinct. It resembled an aged door flushed within an ornate frame with a greenish-black coloration as if it was wood that had been left to soak under the rain and sun for an age.

In the middle of the door was the face of the Chaos Door, Labaletai, and if he wished he could extend that face out of the door to become a head, and his head could extend forward on a neck that he could make as long as he wanted.

On the side of the door was its handle, and it resembled a hand made from bones. Normally, anyone who wants to use the service of the Chaos Door as a means of transportation would grasp the handle of the door, and if they fulfilled all the right requirements they would be permitted to twist the handle and open the door to whatever places or dimension the Chaos Door could access.

With his Avatars scattered against an unknown amount of universes and dimensions, the Chaos Door was one of the most powerful and versatile of Chaos's children and was deemed more useful than most of the Chaos Blood, which had allowed Labaletai to thrive.

At this moment, the handle of the Chaos Door was being slowly twisted to the side, as if something on the other side of the door was forcing its way through,

"Fuck… Fuck…. Fuck… I can't stop it, what the fuck did I swallow, Aarhh, it hurt."

Rowan's eyes gleamed and he seized the head of Lababletai and turned it towards him, "Kill this avatar of yours, quickly."

"What?! Are you crazy, not even talking about what that would cost to my essence, we have not completed our transaction. I was not paid enough for this shit!"

Rowan growled, "Your essence cost would not be an issue, the payment I shall give you shall be tripled. Here…"

Rowan gestured and the massive bracelet above shuddered as a massive shockwave erupted from it, the bracelet rapidly shrank and slid into Rowan's left hand. He wordlessly brought out four pieces of glowing red rock that made the eyes of Labaletai glow with greed, the Chaos Door forgot for a moment the peril he was under and stammered, nearly drooling,

"How about your deliveries, if I destroy this Avatar, it would take at least another four years before I would be able to return."

Shadows were beginning to leak out by the side of the Chaos Door and Rowan snapped, "Then I shall wait for four years until you return. Now hurry, before your Avatar is completely corrupted."

The Chaos door hesitated, looked at the treasures in the hands of Rowan, and looked back at his handle that was only a single inch from being opened and he gritted his teeth, "Hold on to my treasure!" and then he unexpectedly vanished.

Rowan waited with his eyes closed and then he sensed it, a sort of explosion that rippled across space and time, not even detectable to most immortals because it took place outside of Doom Star, and he could only sense this explosion because of his dormant dimension who felt the surge of force ripple across it dead beaches.

He sighed and cracked his neck, he had gotten rid of two hidden dangers because he had carefully played his hand.