What "she" said indeed makes at least some sense, as they have a track record of doing similar things. But six out of ten times, those being on purpose, just one thing didn't make sense, leading me to ask, "What about Primordial God Almighty, Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, and you? Did you not say earlier that this was 'you're' resurrection plan, as in all of you guys?"
"She" tilted her head to ponder for a moment; however, Kieran, who already vaguely guessed "her" personality, knew full well that this act of thinking was nothing but a lie—an act, one could say, and a truly convincing one if not for "her" eyes, which didn't even look at him or anything in this "world." In fact, "she" didn't even look like "her" own self, something that he didn't quite know about.
Sure enough, after a while, "she" opened "her" mouth and started talking to him once more. "I indeed did say that, yes, and since I don't want to wait long, instead of talking in riddles, I shall say what I have to say. But first..."
"Wha—" That was all I could think before I felt as if I was floating up after going on a fast ride for a brief moment, shortly before everything came crashing down for me.
Soon after, everything went black, and then space started distorting—first red, then green, then white, then again black. After the black came back, a single point of light could be seen at the 'end' of the black, as an entire rainbow of colors exploded out, leaving me breathless as my lungs seemed to compact into each other.
While my brain felt like it was infinitely expanding backwards, reaching an almost oval shape as a second passed by, I felt what eternity meant, and it felt as if I would break from that alone—an eternal second with all of what could be called me expanding endlessly and contracting endlessly into a point of zero infinity, unable to return to my original form.
I felt as if this alone would make me go mad; however, for some reason, I didn't. It's not like I was calm. No, it reminded me of when I was a kid and was on the verge of a tantrum but not quite at that level yet, which felt strange to me. I had never once felt this way after turning eight. Now that I think about it, not even that can describe my mind as of this moment. I could think irrationally; yes, I felt on the verge of exploding with something, yet I simply could not, as if no fuse were present. If someone from modern times were observing my mind, they would undoubtedly think of it this way: a fire trying to ignite with fuel but no oxygen. But aside from that, everything was there, and since that was the case, even if there was a sliver of oxygen present, then without a doubt, that was 99.9% of the way to go for the fire to come into being and burn.
Then it would turn into 100%, leading me to think of only one thing: 'Strange, is this death? I guess "she" truly did kill me. However, I did have a sliver of hope that I could stay alive and somehow return to my family.
Well, it's whatever now. I guess I'll just close my "eyes" and go to sleep instead of thinking about—' However, his line of thought ended as he felt like vomiting. His body "crashed" into something after being at what could be called infinite speed, then coming to an instant halt, causing him to lean over and dry heave as he clutched his mouth with his hand.
Seeing him in such a state, an "amused" voice rang out, "Ohhh, Zhēn yǒu yìsi (真有意思)! Did you perhaps experience the full brunt of going back and forth through history? No wonder you can travel through time and arrive in this epoch; your mind is quite special. Congrats on not going insane if that's the case."
Hearing the sarcasm dripping in "her" voice, I was surprised, as it seemed like "she" genuinely was somewhat amused with my existence. This caused me to look up into "her" eyes, which still contained the same abyss—unchanging—but now I could see that "she" was indeed looking at me and not just passing by. "She" indeed now "acknowledged" me as something existing.
Of course, still not on the same plane of existence as "her," but "she" indeed saw me as something instead of something even worse than air, which seemed to have more importance in "her" eyes than me. I couldn't help but chuckle as I said, "Is that so? Then I'm honored, great Heavenly Will." But my eyes widened as something clicked in me as I looked around.
'Wait, no way is this a historical projection.' After all, how could Kieran not notice the familiar pollution of China, which he had grown accustomed to ignoring? As he stood up and looked around, noticing he was on a school building's roof, the voice of "Heavens Will" once again rang out.
"Come now, have a seat and enjoy some tea with me on this rooftop 'he' loved. After all, the 'stars' were brightest here." At "her" voice, I could only sigh and follow "her" command. I sat on what seemed like a light green pillow as "Heavens Will" spoke. "Well, the reason 'she' said so is simple: because 'I' am inside of 'her,' of course."
My mind lagged for a brief moment as the cold, unfeeling voice of a "man/woman" rang throughout my very soul. I slowly looked at "her" face, only to see an amused smile as an extravagant tobacco pipe "appeared" in "her" hand, already smoking. As "she" continued speaking, "Well, I just wanted to see who was the one who appeared here, breaking the eternal tug of war between Primordial God Almighty and me. Turns out, it's quite the unique mortal." And after "she" said this, "her" hand proceeded to drift towards "her" mouth as "she" took a puff of tobacco, shortly before breathing it out—a cloud of smoke obscuring Kieran's vision before just as shortly vanishing.
Leaving behind a blank-faced Heaven's Will as she looked around before speaking, "I'm assuming you met ''him,'' so you in fact got little to no information about what is happening. So I'll just say what needs to be said, and it's simple: listen carefully.
The kingdom you were in and the entire world you were in was and is nothing more than an artificial world created that serves the sole purpose of either resurrecting a Pillar or birthing one. It doesn't matter which; that is its whole objective and, of course, was created by the efforts of Cheek and Medici to make a Pillar and turn 'them' into a Sefirot.
Specifically one that can accommodate every pathway and use them as fuel to either fully awaken the Original Creator or usurp 'his/hers/its/theirs' position and become the new creator with the power to freely reshape everything and anything into what 'he/her/it/they' desire.
But of course, they could never achieve something like that and ended up instead making the perfect vessel for the birth of the hidden fourth Pillar. However, luckily, 'they' have no thoughts whatsoever nor any desires, as 'they' are nothing more than the utter termination of everything—absolutely, period. Nothing more, nothing less.
Leaving it so anyone could take away 'their' chance to be born and instead be resurrected and/or simply reset their madness along with their body to its most optimal state, while also being able to merge with their old body if using that method, giving them more 'power' over the other Pillars.
Of course, this isn't everything, but you would need to join me to know the full picture. So again, I ask: will you join me?"
A few seconds of thinking was all it took before Kieran let out a defeated sigh and took the tea "she" had offered him, saying, "Yeah, I guess I'm in. After all, the delicate balance of the world should be maintained for at least another 1,000 years."
( A/N : I've been thinking hard about if Amon should be a good mom or not as well as reading marvel storylines so I don't miss out on anything that might have changed that would make that fic's mc's plans go to shit. Fun Fact | It is confirmed by cuttlefish that the Hidden Fourth Pillar does indeed not have any thoughts. )