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Chapter 3 - Whisper of Death

THE VORTEX OF ETERNAL NOTHINGNESS WAS NOT DESTROYED BY THE THUNDEROUS CRACK OF THE GOD'S TERRIFYING WHIP, but by an almost inaudible sigh. Death, the unexpected player in the game of personality, rebelled against the Almighty, its breath momentarily touching the divine beard—a warm peace echoing amid the cold. The Almighty, wrapped in something else shaken from the seeds of arrival, nurtured His obsession, transforming it into burning armour, a fog that sucked in every origin of His readiness. In the elusive circle of His soul, the spark of character is rekindled—the fire of life emerging from the ashes of darkness. Yet, the reason behind this rebirth remains hidden in the depths of the soul, about His language that utters blessings with chirps and the tree of riddles that cannot be denied by scattered strategies—strategies that descend without a source of steadfast loneliness. The composition of His body trembles with a sparkle that reflects fragments of consciousness that now slip from His familiar grasp. Everything He has learned—the limitless weaknesses in the map He carved for Himself—now urges Him against His nature, like the boundaries that once held the universe now shrinking to confine him in a cage of futility. His majestic existence recalls the infinite canvas of boundless potential, now plunging into uncertainty, carrying the heavy burden, fighting his way, drawn to the uncharted abyss.

"Good morning," whispered Death, immediately following him. A gentle kiss was placed on Waseso's arm. And farewell, Almighty."

The lonely God then reached the end of his fear. Deep in his heart, he sensed the life-encompassing embrace enveloping his gaping body. What is the reason? He wondered. What is the reason? Those words were nothing more than words that just came out; his thoughts were overwhelmed by an inexplicable numbness. A unit that was almost like an infusion. A wealth that was happening within him. His bodily senses began to sparkle again, low, intelligent as he was. I was really good at living in the past! He couldn't even approach this article of existence himself. The tools inside him desperately tried to hold back the waves of original consciousness… intentional emotions. "What's the point of limits on everything?" he muttered wearily, trying hard to hear his words. "What is the reason?"

I'm running out of time to escape from the grip of this longest entropy! "Stop the sharpness in your heart, oh Almighty," he muttered, a soft and soothing warmth entering his limbs again. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, his soul lifted; a burden shrouded in death, as if from beneath his floating feet, he was carried higher above the universe he would give birth to. Why me? Why must I bear this momentary burden?

In short, there was a dazzling light, and the Almighty stood on a solid surface surrounded by white walls and a black floor covered in gold.

Slowly, the room became tiny and was furnished with only a few pieces of furniture: a large bed with a pile of pillows and blankets for comfort. The Almighty's frail old body lay on the deep softness of the mattress.

The room was part of the most magnificent castle on the first planet; his body was buried in one of the kingdom's sections. His soul was still resting from its journey in the past.

She recognised him, and he found himself face to face with someone: a beautiful woman with big, fiery hair.

"What is this place?" he asked warmly. "Am I dreaming?"

The light from the fire on the woman's head illuminated His pale, white, bearded face.

"Don't worry, Father," the first goddess He created from His imagination, Noleas, replied with a shy smile and gently caressed His cheek. This place is safe. No one will be able to find you here. This is a natural process that brought you to my realm, which you also gave to me," she said firmly, holding the hand of the Almighty's constituent.

Noleas assured the Almighty that he was in another room, which he saw was a cool waiting room. He sat on a soft, comfortable chair, relaxing with a clear mind.

At the right moment, Noleas ended His day by closing the door and staying in the room with Him.

"Now, Father," Noleas said. "Let's begin, shall we? There's no need to hide what's in your heart. Why not enter the universe again if you intend to end your journey?" Noleas looked upset. "You seem very eager to skip the present and see where the future is headed, do you? Why are you, Father, the Creator, leaving us, your people?" Noleas continued the discussion. "I think you're missing something important."

Many people have asked the Almighty that simple question in the past. The answer is just as joyful: He never leaves, unlike what many enthusiastic people imagine.

Although the Almighty may have spent thousands or even millions of years observing life on the worlds He created, He has never been absent from His realms, nor has He abandoned His followers who believe in His power. All He does is work behind the scenes, observing His followers and ensuring that the worlds they inhabit remain tolerant. His entire life is dedicated to maintaining order and promoting coherence.

"It's time, Father," Noleas exclaimed, overcoming the gentle grip on the Almighty's hand in her own. Unexpectedly, Noleas' other hand pressed against the Almighty's right cheek and pulled Him closer, their lips parting. "It won't hurt," Noleas whispered.

The Almighty trembled without any underlying consciousness. He gently rubbed his hands along the contours of Noleas' face, which was as transparent as cracked glass, leaving behind traces of soft and sweet kisses.

Without warning, He forced their bodies to merge, exposing themselves and their breasts to each other. The edge of the Almighty's lips moved along the face of His first daughter, initiating the fire goddess's madness. He felt himself sinking beneath the gentle caress of His first creation, the self He had once loved but had released from His love many years ago in a past reality. He poured out the thoughts he had tried to bury deep in his heart for so long, conservatively, keeping his emotions in check. He closed His own blind legacy.

The Almighty was no longer lost in solitude.

The first glimpse of the new universe He created was a vast orange void, filled with twinkling stars and equally sparkling galaxies.

He saw everything he had done throughout His existence. His fullness was extraordinary. The entire old world had been consumed by continuous chaos.

The Almighty will not escape His own sovereign calamity. His other dictums from the future and the past overshadow Him, a form of false hope that will only cause Him to experience boredom and eternal loneliness once again. The first God, given the name Ihemis, approached Him with a bitter smile.

"You are safe, Father. Remember not to approach your other selves," the first son of the Almighty warned. Forgive me, Father. We have created something destructive like you. But that doesn't matter to me; the important thing is to bring you back."

"I am your Father," said the Almighty, "But how can a creator teach his own creation if his heart is filled with regret and despair?"

"It's okay, Father. This new universe you have created can evolve faster than the previous one. This universe will become stronger as time goes by."

"Forgive me," he replied with a more aged expression. I don't mind…" He continued, "but this should give me enough reason to be proud of you, my children…. But will this universe also be destroyed?" asked the Almighty fearfully.

At a certain point, His first two children no longer needed to control the answers to His questions. It felt like Noleas and Iheris were crawling toward the information directed at their father.

The Almighty struck them, and after kissing their foreheads, Noleas and Iheris disappeared. Only this time, the harmony of their bodies' warmth lasted a very long time.

Iheries sniffed his father's hand, which was playing with him, with a sense of dread every time he stroked it.

He tried to keep his voice steady, "Father…." He repeated, the furrows in the depts of his words revealing the emotional turmoil swirling within his bowed form, "we are fully aware that every creature must face judgement," he continued, his ideology clear in the decision, "but a desire for revenge or retribution does not drive it. This is a decision made not out of hatred, but with a deep understanding that the balance of the universe depends on it," his tone, though shaky, respected the refrain that echoed the steadfastness of his creator, imagining the barrier of rebellion from his nationalism, "the fate of all depends on this choice," he tidied up, his eyes never wavering from his father's, "and this is not a choice we make lightly, but one demanded by the order of existence."

Noleas lowered her gaze to the floor, avoiding her father's dull stare. Through a voice trembling with hatred for sincerity, she agreed, "Forgive us, Father." Urging a heartbreaking surrender, which also echoed the sharpness of despair.

"Your real enemy is forgetfulness," they said in unison, then added, "Your very existence is the greatest defeat, Father."

The three kissed and touched each other passionately. Before the premature lust ended, the Almighty laughed heartily, raising His hands high above the sky. The sun now illuminated the area.

At the centre point was Noleas's shining golden hair, beaming with joy so great that tears flowed from the Almighty's eyes.

"So, you have returned…" the Almighty said, "Welcome back, my beloved children."

With the Almighty's next breath, the ground beneath Him made Him suddenly realize that a large hole had appeared on the right side of His body, creating a gaping wound. The explosion was not enough to critically injure Him, but there was a lingering pain.

A deafening explosion suddenly struck His side with the ferocity of a raging black bull, releasing a burning burst of pain that contaminated the elements of His body. Red energy spilled from a large tear that crept across His abdomen, His servant's essence flowing. His face was dull with consciousness, completely enveloped by the bright red colour that colored the sacred expanse beneath His feet. Passing through the horrified elements of His trembling hands, He sympathised with controlling the pressure on His wounded abdomen, a metaphor that, with determination, He could stem the tide of His receding presence. His aspiration, writing advice, trembled with every breath that tormented, "You… even in the cold embrace of death, there is no reprieve… no mercy to be found."

Ihemis, who also had fiery hair, pulled away from his father, laughing. He said, "You have to leave here now, Father! Go! You can't stay here any longer—there are still things to be done."

"Once again, I have promised you." The Almighty turned around. He stretched out His hands to His first son, who also challenged Him. "Let us see the life we have created," the Almighty looked on.

Facing Ihemis at His side, the Almighty protested while groaning at the first planet. In an instant, the shape of the first planet began to blur. The last words the Almighty heard before darkness engulfed Him were from His protective son, who said, "We will be the greatest that will ever exist. Goodbye, Father. I have enjoyed our brief time together. You must see all the amazing things you have created. Thank you. For your existence." The time will come.

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