The Primordial Record-Chapter 1495 Dawn Of The Supreme Era (10)

Caine was as weak as Shamaran, maybe even more so, because unlike the Mother of Poison who willfully submitted herself to the wrath of Primordial Chaos, Caine was filled with nothing but hate as he fought against a power that could wipe him out of existence if they wanted, and yet they did not.

His hate was directed towards Primordial Chaos, burning so fiercely that he was drawing upon it to strengthen his resolve, however, no matter how much he hated Primordial Chaos, what he hated the most was himself.

His weakness, the need for him to bow and scrape for every single crumb of opportunity that the Primordials let slip from their massive fingers, the endless pain and madness that plagued his every waking moment when he imagined that if Primordial Chaos wanted to kill him, he only needed to wish for it.

Caine's greatest fear had been realized and he wanted to scream and scream until there was nothing left in the void but his voice, but he did nothing of such, he simply cursed, so vehemently that Shamaran who was holding on to her sanity went pale in horror at the words he spoke.

He laughed, Caine had thought that he would find death terrifying when it came for him, but surprisingly he felt rather free, the endless weight of existence had been crushing what was left of his soul, and until all of his powers and majesty had been stripped from him that Caine realized how much heavy the burden had become after all these years, and from in-between his curses, a single choked sob escaped,

"It was not supposed to be like this. I was called the Great Betrayer, but I did not betray you, Father, instead I betrayed the man I trusted the most in your name, yet you all denied me my prize and lay nothing but curses and condemnation at my crown. What have I done to deserve such hatred from you, after following nothing but your commandment? Why did you abandon me, father, even after the endless years of pain, searching, and madness, why did you let me linger before the shores of limbo holding nothing but shame in my hands instead of the crown I was promised?"

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"How-how dare you," Shamaran whispered weakly to Caine, "you have no end to your shame, and even before his presence you still desecrate his name!"

"Of course he does Shamaran, he is young and foolish, and the years I have given him have been nothing but wasted."

Shamaran had knelt before the presence of Primordial Chaos even before the beginning of the Supreme Era, and she had never heard his voice, his intent was all he had ever seem to need anytime he communicated with his children, even one that we as special as they were, and her shock was palpable because it was widely outside her world view.

Caine shook and struggled to raise his head which was still pressed against the sand, but he could not do so, his eyes tried to track to the place where the sound of Primordial Chaos had emerged and slowly as if a mirage was coming to life, something seemed to be materializing from reality.

His eyes nearly popping out of his head, Caine howled with pain and rage as he tried to move his body even a single inch, but nothing gave, before Primordial Chaos he was less than dust, and then he could feel it, a sensation as if a cold metal was being brushed across your spine, as every cell in his body seemed to freeze and reality became nothing but an inane backdrop against the might of the being that just emerged.

Yet, his presence, Primordial Chaos, was soft.

A series of footsteps entered his ears and Caine strained to turn his eyes with all of his might, and the only thing he could see was the sand in front of him, but he knew that Primordial Chaos was here.

The footsteps were getting closer to him, and Caine would have expected all of reality to be quaking before the presence of Primordial Chaos, but his footsteps were soft, like those of a mortal, and Caine believed that if his powers had not been stripped away and he we left at the height of his strength, he would have heard the same footsteps and disregarded it, but brought low to the edge of nothing, he listened for it, and he realized that although this footsteps were soft, they were impossibly steady.

It we the steadiness that came from the knowledge that you were unequivocally invincible.

The footsteps stopped near the head of Caine and two feet were revealed to his sight. To the naked eye, they were nothing special about them, although it was almost impossible to determine the gender of the person standing before Caine by their feet alone because even in their simplicity, these feet were perfect, and a sculptor might spend an eternity trying to carve the image of this feet just to capture the barest hint of its charm, but nothing would ever come close.

Caine screamed as he strained his eyes, blood pouring down from his sockets, just for the ability to see beyond the feet of his father, to see the face of the being that had once held him in his bosom and told him that he was proud of his achievement, to see his monster, his curse... but he could not do it, even that was denied to him, he had forgotten how cruel his father could be. "You have not changed Caine, still reaching for the heights beyond your means, I am disappointed with you, Memory told me that you will remain this way until the day that I have need of you, but I believed otherwise and for that he has won this game. I should have chosen someone else, but you are my son, why did I expect anything different really."

Caine gasped, he was nearly going blind, but that did not stop him from straining to see more, if this was the last thing he would do in this life, he needed to see! Yet the words of Primordial Chaos cut him like a knife,

"Was that all I was worth to you... a game. I do not accept!"

"In the full reaches of eternity, you entered my gaze. Caine, you should worship for eternity at this honor that I granted you. Although I do not blame your blindness, how could you, being so, tiny and mortal? Nothing but fragments of my design and you still failed when given all the opportunity to change your

weave."