Abyssal Lord of the Magi World

Zatiel’s body could not help but grow tense as he felt the intent behind the Beyonder’s eyes. There was an overwhelming desire and determination that he had never seen before in any of his enemies.

He was not motivated by wealth, pleasure, or even power. The only goal that pushed him forward was to challenge the identity implanted in him by The Creator, The Origin of All Things. 

“If The Creator is so strong, if his control over the Verse is so immense that everything we do falls into his Path, how can you expect to change things?”

Zatiel’s eyes glowed with a meaningful light as he asked that question. He was still adjusting to the idea that he lived inside a Verse created by an entity whose power was impossible to comprehend and that considered him the core of everything.

The Beyonder’s refined smile returned to his face as he heard that question.

“Notoriety.”

It was a simple word, but once the Beyonder pronounced it, its intent was capable of shaking the Emptiness. He noticed that it caused some confusion on Zatiel and decided to explain. 

“My conception was that of a cancerous universe that only knew how to consume and grow. A tumor that refused to fade away, but do I look like that to you? Is my purpose something so simple as the need to keep growing?”

The Sacred Kings and Knights focused on the conversation between the two, and while they failed to understand most of what they were saying, that last part filled their minds with realization and enlightenment.

The Beyonder was supposed to be a monstrous universe whose sole purpose was to consume and assimilate, refusing to perish under any circumstance, but the one in front of them was nothing like that.

“In all fairness, the idea that allowed my existence to evolve was the desire to survive at all cost, but after understanding the nature of all things, especially my identity, everything changed.𝗇𝑂𝑣𝑬𝗅𝐍𝑒xt.𝓬𝞸𝗆

The Creator is not someone I can kill; even harming him is impossible for me, but that doesn’t mean he is out of my reach. As my tale and nature evolve, so does my notoriety, allowing my influence in his Path to change. 

Even if The Creator were to end the Verse, if my name reverberated high enough, I would still survive.”

The Beyonder slightly paused as his distinguished smile grew cold and frenzied, and he looked into the sky. 

“You might now see it, but right now, my nature is once again evolving. I am growing into a much greater realm than my original identity. Every word I speak to you allows me to take one step closer to my goal.”

Zatiel did not understand at first, but suddenly, his eyes widened. Once his soul was pushed to its peak, he was able to see the true nature of reality, and what appeared in his sight was a white sheet full of letters!

Son. Brother. Friend. Enemy/Ally. Pawns.

All those words appeared in Zatiel’s sight, and until a second ago, the Beyonder was replaced by the Antagonist.

However, that word began to tremble as if something was changing. It did not last long and soon calmed down, but that did not diminish the shock in Zatiel’s soul.

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“You are challenging the Creator’s Path!”

The Beyonder smiled as he silently nodded.

“You are the Sacred Child of the Verse, the core of the Daybreak-Verse, the Protagonist. I am the Antagonist, and according to the Creator’s Path, I should die at your hands, but as you see, nothing is absolute.”

A flash of dread appeared in Zatiel’s eyes since the Beyonder’s wisdom and determination were simply overwhelming, but soon, a silver flame burst, allowing his willpower to rise.

“It is clear that The Creator is not someone we can easily influence, and I doubt he will change your identity. I don’t care about the predetermined destiny or his Path, but I will use all I have to end you.”

The Beyonder’s smile did not fade, and he simply shook his head.

“I am not relying on The Creator to enhance my name. He might be the engineer of all things and have complete control over the events of the Verse, but even he is bound to certain rules unless he wants everything to fall apart.”

Zatiel frowned when he heard that, and once again, he pushed his soul force to the limit, glancing into the nature of existence. His focus grew even stronger until he finally saw it.

Beneath the white sheet full of letters, dozens of thousands of pillars acted as its foundation, keeping it in place.

‘What are those?’

Zatiel was confused by those pillars. Each unleashed a different aura as if they were not part of The Creator’s power, but that should not be possible.

The Creator was supposed to be the origin of everything that exists, so it made no sense for those pillars to have a different source.

The Beyonder just kept smiling as he saw the look on Zatie’s face.

“I call them Empyrean Pillars of the Verse. Each of them originated from a different source. In the beginning, they were very few but had risen over time. 

I do not know their exact origin, but I assume they came from the same plane as The Creator. While they can not affect the Verse directly, part of our existence is impregnated in them as our notoriety rises. 

From the start, the pillars had been on you, allowing the nature of some around you to evolve beyond their identity granted by them to The Creator.”

As Zatiel heard those words, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the Beyonder with shock and killing intent.

The Beyonder’s smile widened as he saw that.

“You finally figured it out. I have shared all this with you to draw as much attention as possible from the pillars, allowing my identity to slowly push beyond my origin.”

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