The situation is pretty dicey. Every creator is confused. Azathoth has gone missing. I will not take any direct actions and primordial creators are coming out, one after the other.
I may be called Constant but even I didn't expect this outcome. Azathoth was asking questions that were rather troublesome to answer.
I didn't want to deal with the fallout so I just ignored him. For some unknown reason, Chthulu thought I had a plan. She went ahead talked about my nonexistent plan to others.
"She really is a go getter, isn't she?"
"So much so that it even shocks me from time to time."
My partner is taunting me. But she is right! I should have been more forthright. I kept hiding things and it became weird.
I should have told Chthulu that I had no plans whatsoever. She assumed that I had one since I answered her questions with silence.
Silence doesn't mean agreement but it becomes open ended. Chthulu always took my silence as my approval. It didn't affect us much so I never bothered to make it clearto her.
I am paying my just dividends. I had it coming. She looks at me and asks me as if confirming her guess.
"Are you planning to reset everything?" (Constant)
"That certainly is an option. Frankly I am entertaining the thought of just resetting everything. Everything back to how things were. You would go back to being with your father and I would still be alive as a human.
However the reset would wipe out our memories. Even your memories would be gone. The reset is the last resort as it would bring about the end of the current order. The system as everyone knows and inhabits would be gone."
I have contemplated much on the matter. If I really reset everything, I lose everything. They lose everything. Rather, they would cease existing.
Luckily I can not reset everything alone. I need help from a very specific person who has not shown his face in almost 200 billion years.
Let's go back a few days. Well, time frame isn't something that binds us. It's for the feels.
When I wallowing in my sorrow while submerged in Chthulu's venom, a lot of visitors came.
I don't know what they did but I sensed from Akatsuki that a lot new faces came. It was Bruce, Henry, Harry and David and their families.
I usually enter a trance after drinking Chthulu's venom. It does work like alcohol for me. Well, most would die the moment they come into contact with the venom. Even creators are nor resistant to it.
I can touch it and drink just fine. Anyway, when I woke up from my trance, no one was present.
I saw a written note from Akatsuki saying he went home to check on his family. I guess I had held him for a while so he went home.
I was thinking of what to do next. I had just started socializing and I wanted to search for one person specifically. I had heard that she became a creator so it would have been easy for me to find her.
Until then, I had felt nothing wrong. Everything was fine. I was thinking of taking a nap so I headed for my bed.
If I had known what David and his group would do, I would have prepared myself mentally. Because when I woke up from my nap, I was dumbstruck.
I found someone else next to me on my bed. Someone so unimaginable that I actually was scared.
Why is she here? Did I not seal her away for all eternity? I even had to seal away her consciousness because she kept haunting my memories. I effectively erased her existence from creation itself and yet she was next to me in my bed.
My entire life became a joke due to her actions. Her obsession with me ruined me. It ruined my chances of having a normal life. She even accelerated my death so she could have me.
When her father decided to send to the deepest layer of hell, she conspired against her father.
Yes, I am talking about the only daughter of the tyrant. She had many names. But I always called her the witch in my mind.
The rebellion that overthrew the previous gods was nothing more than a harassment. Her father did not let her have me. So she wanted to harass her father by igniting a rebellion.
The results were unexpected even for her. After the death of the previous gods including her father, I had brief chat with her.
It scared me at first. Her obsession, desires and love for me was scarily heavy. And it wasn't even spontaneous. She had foreseen my birth eons ago and did everything she could to make sure that the outcome was in her favor.
Everything was orchestrated by her. My birth and life was also in her control. I was scared but even more so, I was a bit happy.
My mind was unstable. I prioritized the wrong emotions and spared her life. I hid her from everyone but imprisoned her so she could no longer interfere with creation.
The newly established order was fragile. Everyone had just left behind their humanity but human nature is hard to change. Everyone wanted the ultimate power. The authority to rule over everything and everyone.
I feared that another tyrant may be born in the future so I did something unbecoming of me.
I selected a few from the survivors who were akin to me in behavior and personality. It was done to ensure that the ultimate power is never misused.
We became the first group of creators and as a perk, we got some special abilities that no other creator could resist. Of course that excludes our group to some extent. We are resistant to the abilities not immune.
Still, that was the framework through which the new world was created.
I tampered with the Akashik Library and restricted a few files to ensure that a few things never come to light.
One of them is the death of my collaborators. I killed them. My collaborators included the devil himself who was imprisoned in the deepest layer of hell. He was my biggest ally and my biggest obstacle.
He was truly the devil who would rebuild the world to satisfy his desires. He was pure evil for the sake of being evil. So I killed him as soon as I found the chance.
I erased his existence by tampering with the Akashik Library. The next restriction was imposed on the genealogy of the old gods. Some had survived but we showed mercy. They went into hiding. No one can and should know how the old gods came into power and where they were hiding.
Those are the restrictions I imposed on the library. No one but a select few of the first creators can see those files.
The system which sustained creation needed an overhaul so that more creators could be created. But I tweaked the system a bit to facilitate with the creation of new creators.
The new creators would be born into our created worlds and ascend to become a creator. This was done to stop the pointless discussion of who came first.
We needed a hierarchy so I bit the bullet and made myself into the first creator. This was a decision that our group had made.
I am the forefather of every creator, that's the lie we told everyone. Finally we decided on a reset button. One of the first creators got the ability to reset everything back to how it was.
Back to the era when we were just creations of the tyrant. It would undo everything and revert us back to humans. It's a drastic power so the creator with this power went into hiding.
This was done more than 200 billion years ago. Now the tyrant's daughter is free. David and his group with Eternity's help freed her from her seal.
I was conflicted at first but being the weak willed person I am, I gave in. It's better to just go with the flow than to resist it.
The current situation is a bit weird since the war is just a show. No one is actually affected by it. What Azathoth wants to achieve is truly simple. I can just give him the answers but that would take away the tension of a grand reveal.
And I am hoping to see some old friends as well. I take her hand. The tyrant's daughter is my lover now. I have given her a new name because her old name did not suit her.
"Let's prepare the stage for the grand reveal."
"Should we use that old stage? You know, the one where everything started!"
She gives her opinion and by doing so has stated my thoughts. Let's go where everything began. The super secret place which is called the Forge of Creation.
I did bring some people there before but I don't think they are needed at this event. However, it would make a perfect stage. Maybe I can even decorate it a bit to make it more dramatic.
"If we are going to do it, let's make it spectacular."
She always loved her grand spectacles so I am leaving her in charge of the design. I hope that the lady spinning the wheel of fate will not mess with me anymore.