His father smiled through the blood, brutal, and laughed.
"Haha. Semantics," Erick spat. "Pretty words. They don't change the fact, boy. This illusion gave me life more than you fucking realize as your Origin...Your Source is critical. You have to answer. You have to!"
HUUM!
"You can't escape me. You will never escape me, not if you live for millions of years, not for billions. I am part of your Cause! Part of your history. Part of your origin whether you draw the power from me or not." He grinned wider, red running down his chin.
"You have my fucking name. I gave you that. Osmont. My name. You etch it across existence, you make it grand, you make beings tremble at it, and it is still my name riding on top of everything you do. You will never escape that. Even your Infinity is named after me! Osmont! OSMONT! MY! NAME!"
HUUM!
