"I can't sleep. What should I do?" Kieran muttered to himself as he realized the danger he was in. After just one thought he had—that thought being, "If a part of the Chaos Sea is here, Primordial God Almighty's corpse, or at least parts of it, are here..." Kieran started freaking out, realizing this.
Simply because he was on the God Almighty Path, he had a very simple cheat: he could not go mad. That is why he was so afraid—because of the simple fact of what if, in Primordial God Almighty's death, "he" saw Kieran as well as everything else.
And chose to take him. Over these simple thoughts, Kieran nearly ripped his hair out before he stopped and thought, 'Wait, aren't I not even part of this world? No, no, no, I cannot go down that train of thinking. I must stay focused. Think, think. I need to think about how to guarantee my survival.
Hold on a second— that pitiful genie, utterly mogged by Celestial Worthy. Because why not? It was said to disappear after Medici, I think, tried to destroy the thing. Fuck, wait, no, that still wouldn't work. It'll be at least ten years before I can get the thing with the help of Amon.
Come on, brain! Think, think! There has to be something—anything—that could help. Yes, that's it! My fourth ring, the one that allows nearly everything of the user, including madness, to be transferred to the target at the cost of ever-growing madness and corruption from a certain being's whispers.
Yes, yes! I can use that and connect it with the kid I found half-dead and a few others. That's right; I know what to do. All I need to do is detail everything. Finally, a "genius" idea popped up in his head on what he could do.
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''Please stop it it hurts please, please, please, please I don't wanna feel like this anymore I- I want my daddy I want my teddy bear I don't want this please stop it hurts it feels weird please, please, please, please I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna feel this way stop it please Father Paul-'' Before the please a crying child could be finished a harsh sound of.
A fist hitting a dull surface could be heard as the voice no longer sounded in plea only an eerie dead silence could be heard as a man's voice laist with disdain echoed ''Tsk even after all of my steps I still haven't gotten anything well then fine we'll continue until I get what I want or this useless sack of soured meat breaks.''
Not soon priest Paul said so he grabbed the child's soft and delicate hair with one arm before tugging it back soon after rithmic clapping sounds could be heard or more aptly described as plapping noises as they fitted more rang out.
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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhh!" The scream of a child could be heard loud but not defining, as the throat it came from was far too damaged for multiple reasons. His parched throat soon made him cough heavier and heavier, as if at any moment blood would come flying out; however, that wasn't the worst of it.
'I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe. Someone, someone, someone, someone, please save, save, save, save, save me! Breath can't help—please! Pain! So much pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, I no pain, pain, pain.' Phantom pain racked his body, making him writhe on the floor after falling off his bed.
Of course, all this noise caused Kieran to come into the room, and upon seeing the situation, he slightly furrowed his brows shortly before walking over to him and putting his hand on the head of the still-writhing Nehemiah. Soon after, illusory threads came out from said hands as he started soothing Nehemiah's mind.
As he couldn't help but think, 'What is this? How can there be so much pain in a single child who is only probably 16? Like, I know they were homeless from their clothes, but—wait, no way! Is that the Mother Goddess of Depravity's corruption I sense in them? T—that's... that's perfect! I can finally test my idea—perfect!'
Grinning like a devil on the outside but like an angel on the inside, just in case someone used historical projection to come to this moment, or rather recreate it, he started injecting his own "soul," or the closest thing to it, into the threads. The corruption, along with the pain and heavy psychological damage faced by Nehemiah, started repairing itself.
Noticing this, Kieran couldn't help but feel happy and sad because 'This means my "cheat" indeed can help others as well as myself, or rather, I can. My worst fear has come true. Let's hope I'm not turned into a sealed object to help some god maintain sanity, or even a pillar, who decides to take on excess characteristics.'
Letting out a brief sigh at that, he stopped funneling his "soul" and spirituality, as even though he basically has the spirituality of a weak Sequence 7, it was still not enough to do what he was doing for more than five seconds. However, that didn't affect Kieran's mood all too much.
As he was still, even if barely, able to wash away the corruption of someone like the Mother Goddess of Depravity, which was more than enough for him; however, his expression quickly became serious. 'Now that I think about it... am I detached from this reality?' His thought, which seemed utterly random, didn't go away for some reason Alzuhod couldn't think of.
Kieran took his hand off of Nehemiah's head as he quickly grabbed his own head, as pain racked his brain as if to split it apart. His mind, which he didn't even notice was getting cloudy, cleared. 'Yes, that's right; this isn't part of "my" plan at all. In fact, "I" never wanted to become a god or even an angel myself if I didn't have to.
Come to think of it, regarding my plan, why have I just been thinking all according to plan instead of thinking about my plan? It's almost like an author is...' Quickly coming to a realization, Kieran muttered, "When the stars are right, Chaos will rise from underground, and the Great Original Creator will awaken."
Even though there was no sound and nothing seemed to change, Kieran felt as if something screamed in agony, with his spirituality warning of immense danger if he continued. However, undeterred, Kieran opened his mouth once more.
"Which is vague and doesn't really correlate too much for the average person until you think, hmmm, didn't "he" awaken after Chernobyl? So would that just mean you have to observe the stars using historical projection or something to know when to awaken again?" Again, he felt as if something was in immense pain but still barely holding on to something.
Making it so, at least in his head, he couldn't stop and had to push one last time. "Bah, enough with reminiscing about "him." Let's talk about "his" Personas: Primordial God Almighty and Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. You know, I don't get why people don't want both of them to resurrect at the same time. I mean, didn't they only attack each other because of the law of convergence? Eh, too much work to think about it. I guess I'll just wait until a transmigrator arrives to ask Celestial Worthy and ask God Almighty through Sasrir. I think— or are they the True Creator right now?"
The body of a "woman" fell onto the ground from thin air as "she" convulsed on the ground, with fear ''she'' looked at him asking ''What kind of monster are youuuu....'' A smile appeared on Kieran face as he said ''I'm just a simple priest ma'am.'' ''Lair...'' pus coming out of everywhere on her body as worms rolled out, then exploded into bloody mist. And as they did so, "she" died.
And Kieran seeing all of this had his face harden as he thought 'So I have indeed been plotted against damn it!'
( A/N Being plotted against is crazy couldn't be me fr, fr no one would dare try anything against me like bro imagine not noticing being controlled. : Fun Fact The Lord Of Mysteries anime I out for uhh those who don't know go watch it and if your to poor just be a pirate simple.)