Lich thought for a moment that Cades talked to him, that Cades had asked him to eat the torrent of light that contained endless everything from what he could tell, an endless torrent that was predestined to never, ever, end at all.
Alas, that was not the case, instead, it was more like Cades was talking to the so-called light of dominion itself, he called out to the very soul of what would become the bridge between himself and Lich, the leash he would use to control him, the cause to the effect of growing stronger for the sake of both of theirs revenge.
The infinite light moved forward, quickly engulfing everything Lich was able to perceive, devouring his very intentions, turning him into nothing, turning everything purple, turning everything into what this place was, into Cades personality, into Cades deepest, darkest thoughts.
He heard, felt, understood everything, he felt how Cades convinced himself that his sister was still alive, he felt the endless pain when he finally acknowledged the death of both of his parents in that lonely cavern within a lonely tree atop a lonely world in a lonely region filled only with spiders, he felt his anger at himself at being too weak, he felt the disgust Cades had had when he killed those people that had been working for Mangel, when he had destroyed Mangel's home, and, even more so, when he had realized that he hadn't cared about Manug's suffering at all, simply yearning for revenge above all, he felt how he had been angry at himself at choosing to fight the demons, he felt the anger when he had been proclaimed a demon, the unknown demon at that, he felt the curiosity of this place, the first emotion he had truly felt.
He felt Cades whole live, he didn't see, he simply understood, something that would've driven most, if not any, person mad with anguish and despair, a long live, one where he had lost everyone, over and over again, where he himself and once taken everything off of himself and turned into something proclaimed a demon, where he had killed countless monsters, as he had called them, beings that were often, without a doubt, sentient, peaceful, innocent, such as even the Eximimus spiders, a colony that he had attacked, choosing to kill them so he could leave the planet that had been relatively kind to him, a place where the only real beings that had attacked him had bene thomisides, nothing too dangerous in his opinion.
But more so than anything, he felt how Cades came to be, he felt the gentle but firm parenting of his parents that had turned him into a child that liked to read, a body who liked to cook, a teenager that loved studying over everything, a man, a very young man, one that would normally be called a juvenile, often proclaimed as mature, smart and talented, and then he felt the turn, he felt how Cades had been fighting with himself, he felt how he had been thinking of everything, even the forest filled with light where he had first been stuck, as darkness, how he had thought of every animal as a threat, as a monster, how everything had flashed by his eyes, how he had lost it all.
Lich felt how he became Cades, even if only in parts, he felt the endless anger, the endless despair, the endless fear, but more so than anything, aside from the overwhelming loneliness and regret, he felt, apathy, he felt as if Cades had truly given up, unbeknownst to even himself who had kept on convincing himself that he was still there, completely, and soon enough, even if only with a small part of his mind, Lich realized that that was the moment he had been born, the moment Cades lost both an arm and a leg, the moment he had created his second self, pressuring the filth and secrets into the trash-chute of the mind, the moment he had been cursed to watch as the other Cades, no, the only true Cades left, aside from the living subconsciousness in front of him, watching him as he struggled when fighting opponents he knew to be able to defeat with relative ease, as he struggled with everything he had been good at.
Then, Cades was gone, replaced with emptiness.
Nothingness was strange, there was nothing to describe it, it was simply gone, it was not that it was empty, it was simply absent of anything inside, but to be empty, there had to be a limit after all, there can not be a place where everything is empty because something is always there, but here, there was no place, there was simply emptiness, true nothing, nothing he could see in, nothing to perceive, nothing to understand, simply, absolute, nothingness, the absence of all there was to be.
Then, he was everything, and for a moment, he felt as if he, himself, was Cades, not the Cades outside, no, he was the subconsciousness.
It was as if the world was him and he was the world, he saw everything, he saw an endless expanse of the mirrored ground, he saw an endless pillar falling, crumbling with no more attention paid to it, he saw a thick layer hiding countless secrets, powers, skills, perhaps even actives, he had never seen, nor ever heard of, yet, he knew that he shall not give this to Lich, no, not give this to himself, but he knew everything of this plane, he knew every place on the body of this Lich controlling his old body, no, of course he knew his own body, but he also knew everything of the clothes, the making, the techniques, parts of the history, though hidden and dull, as if simply having been born of this place, and he was everything, truly, there was no way to describe it other than that.
Then, everything became nothing once more.