The Primordial Record

Caine rubbed his nose like a child who was caught with his hand sticking in the cookie jar, "So you did figure out the reason I placed you in my doppelganger. Well I did not try to hide it, I could have easily disguised my countenance, but I suspect that would not last long against your deductions."

"Okay, what I want, it's pretty simple. I don't know where you gained the idea of trying to create a Will all by yourself, but I tell you, many have tried and all have failed. Yes, you can gain a rudimentary type of Will that you can use for up to the sixth Dimension, it's really not that impressive, but it ends there. Unlike you, I want more."

"I don't hold the fact that you are unaware of this barrier of Will that has stopped everyone else but the Primordiala and while it is quite futile to create your Will at all, because I expected you to know about this millions of years in the future when you become an outer universal creature, but you choose to begin this process now, and when you do that. As I said before, it is your choice, but you begin to rob me of my due, because of this decision!"

"You see, the Will of Chaos in your body is my food, and the stronger you become, the more of this Will that would be attracted to you, and in time when you learn my technique, surely you don't want to be a slave to Chaos, do you? So… when you learn my technique, I will be able to feed off this Will for as long as possible."

"You know for a while you were my favorite, in the blink of an eye you began gathering so much Will of Chaos it was almost equal to the Will another Child of Chaos would gather after several million years… how intriguing!"

Rowan nodded, "Got it, I will not be asking you for the reason you are feeding off Chaos's Will, as that is of no concern to me. I will no longer be removing the Will of Chaos from my body, let me return and finish my Ascension to the stage of Will, even though it is a broken path, it is my own."

Caine laughed, "Your audacity is charming, yet, you should know that option for you is no longer possible. At first, I would have gladly returned your consciousness, but now… I think I would be taking what is left of your body… you are far more valuable than just a tool that I farm for the Will of Chaos. Your secrets would be mine."

Rowan laughed, the tone of his voice low and dangerous, "Then all this talk is just a farce, you never intended for me to gain my own Will."

Caine peered down at the battle, his silence was assent enough, but soon he spoke again with curiosity flavoring his tone, "How is it possible you can create Angels of this power? You have a second bloodline, but what is it? It cannot be Celestial or Infernal, I can't understand how this is possible. What bloodline is able to create such perfect mimicry of a Celestial?"

Rowan tapped his head, "Is that not what you have been trying to find all these while, I can feel you, scuttling around like a rat in my skull."

Caine smiled sheepishly, "You can? My enthusiasm for this mysterious bloodline of yours is at its peak! Yet, I'm not without mercy, and I can choose to sacrifice some of my benefits and grant a favor to you, of course, you would have to worship me and become my herald for all eternity, but that is a small price to pay. You should know when you are outmatched."

Rowan sneered inside his heart, Caine brought this disaster upon him, but he was still acting as if he was doing Rowan a favor by offering him crumbs.

"Don't take too long deliberating on your answer, by my estimation, you barely have eighteen seconds of linear time to reveal the mysteries in your heart to me, or your own Bloodline Avatars would consume you whole. Then you become nothing but a fading memory, but you will be aware long enough to see everything you have wrought becoming mine."

Rowan shook his head and laughed, anyone who knew Rowan would know he was no longer just furious, but blood-lusted, "I thought you called me insane Caine," He pointed down to the remnants of his flesh, even now it was still surrounded by a thick silver corona,

"Look at the work of my hands. At my level, I'm fighting for my own Will! What makes you think the prospect of oblivion would dissuade me from finishing what I started? I always knew that my effort could easily lead me to a disaster, but my fate is my own, and I will break before I bend. You are in my head, so you know this is the truth!"

"Is it? The truth I mean," Caine assessed Rowan critically, "Perhaps you need more motivation to make your decision. I promise you, being stubborn is useless, what you own would be mine sooner or later, and not revealing your secrets is just a minor inconvenience for me."

Rowan sneered and folded his hands behind him in a nonchalant manner as he watched his Sovereigns slowly fail to contain the Ouroboros Serpents,

"Then you should have no problem with me being silent. If this is the end of my road, I accept it, now be quiet and let me fade in peace without your endless prattle. It is no wonder Chaos despises you, for all your power, your nature is closer to that of a rat… you have no dignity."

Caine was silent for a while and then he sighed, "Very well, let us watch you die. I am honorable at least to give your last moment the dignity every Child of Chaos deserves."

Inside the Forge, Eva was slowly counting down inside her mind, 'I hope you know what you are doing Rowan, although we planned for something like this to happen, I don't know if we are capable of pulling through.'

She nodded at Lost and whispered, "It is time. Release the beast."