Two coexistent realities can never be the same. They are meant to oppose each other. This isn't something Raelion thinks, but it's a fact.
He was there, standing on the rotting flesh of the hideous creatures. Eyes pulsing with golden flames that were on the verge of disappearance.
"Raelion- Raelion- Raelion- Raelion. A - Fucking Morrigan. Raelion is a fucking bastard, a fucking retard, a psycho, a murderer..." Raelion screamed.
Blood bulged up in his vocal cords.
"Raelion Fucking Morrigan is everything but a sane fucking bastard…" He spat out. His eyes were bleeding, his skin was torn, his muscles were cramped, his tendons were shattered, his bones were fractured, but Raelion screamed on top of his lungs, staring at the humanoid in front of him.
A child-like humanoid figure, completely devoid of light, as if it absorbed it. A black pole floated beside it, urging it to anything it willed. It tilted its head in amusement and caught the pole with its hand, and stabbed it into the ground of flesh.
"And why would I be sane? Everyone in this fucking world wants Raelion Morrigan dead. Everyone in this fucking world wants to squeeze the life out him, torture him to the core, wants to know about his core, about his life. Every fucking bastard in this world…" Raelion kept on rambling as the child-like humanoid sat cross-legged on the ground of rotting flesh.
For the world outside, only a year had passed. But for Raelion, it was a repetitive loop. A consecutive loop of killing the same creatures for decades, for centuries. He had lost track of the time.
"Everyone wants to carve Raelion Morrigan Open. They want to know what he is…" Raelion screamed.
The child crossed its arms and nodded as if understanding every word of Raelion.
Then, Raelion stepped forward. The flesh beneath his feet sloshed.
He kept walking forward with his arms hanging broken. His core had been depleted to the last scent of power he had.
The humanoid sat watching him struggle as he walked. One of the most powerful conduits was in a broken shape, no one could ever begin to imagine this.
"You think I'm done?" He growled in a low, heavy tone.
"I'm the kind of person that learned how to kill before I could learn how to cry!"
"You think you're a god?" He growled.
"I…was, I…Am trapped here. Alone. I've killed thousands, millions of your kind. I've severed the heads of those fucking hounds that I lost the count. I've killed fucking deities like you, over and over and over. And I…won't ever get fucking tired of it," He growled.
"You're not a god, none of you are gods. You're parasites. The term deities. Its a fucking parse. You are just monsters, mindless fucking monsters that prey on the ones with cores. You can never be gods, you can never be the perfect epitome of a deity." He continued and bent down, facing the humanoid at an inch's breath.
"And even if you are a god…" He brought his face close to the humanoid. "Then I'll just have to kill gods, again, and again, and again."
Then, for the first time, a soundless wind brushed in the endless abyss. The rod besides the creature floated, and with a single gesture of its finger, it pierced the sternum of Raelion.
The rod dissolved itself like a thick, black ink, marking Raelion's heart, with the seer's pain that shot through his body, but he did not flinch.
"Your company was appreciated throughout the endless journey," It said, with its voice directly piercing into Raelion's head.
"Realities must never be the same," It said, touching Raelion's sternum.
"But they must be balanced," It continued, but Raelion couldn't say anything. His body, his core, his senses, all were jeopardized.
"I existed and would continue to exist as long as there is a meaning to time," It said as cracks started to appear in the reality itself, like a glass about to shatter.
"Things are changing," "You and I are not the same. But the edges of the same blade. Both, serving a different purpose," It said.
"Take care of the other side." It then pushed Raelion with his hand. The reality around him shattered completely, the broken shards of the glass disappeared, burning bright like the stars, high up in the sky.
Falling from high up in the sky, that was the last thing Raelion Morrigan remembered before losing consciousness for the first time in his life.